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Lochlan Carmichael

The Venomous

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

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xxxL O C H L A N x C A R M I C H A E Lxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x H e r a x




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Lochi , Loc

a g e x // x20

g e n d e r x // xmale

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

o r i g i n x // x* * *

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x5'10

w e i g h t x // x176lbs

h a i r x // xBest described as a dark sandy blonde/brown verge naturally, but he can be inclined to dye and change styles.

e y e s x // xBlue as can be.

o d d i t i e s x // xLochlan has a tattoo on his forearm. A snake wrapped around a sword with roses. "προσελκύστε δηλητήριο" written over it in a small U shape. The English meaning is to attract venom or snake's love.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xLochlan was the typical pretty boy, now evolved into an attractive man after growing into his athletic body. He has dark thick hair, a firm body and muscles with some veins visible at rest, and sports a fine tan with ocean blue eyes. His beard never gets thick or wiry as he prefers to keep his face neat or clean-shaven. He can wear accessories: usually a watch, ring or necklace.






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P O W E R S

p o i s o n x // x Hera kids are able to produce poison, and its truly as easy as dipping a pinkie in a pool or offering a princess an apple..or getting it into the bloodstream with an open wound.
p o s s e s i o nx // x Loch also possesses the ability to take over another person's body. It can lead to some great tampering and adventures but transferring into the body then returning to his own leaves him woozy to say the least. Usually it's reserved for those he despise.
i n f l u e n c e x // x To be able to sink into someone's head and convince them of a certain belief or action is truly extraordinary. He gets the most mileage out of this power and has proven to be quite talented in planting his desires in others.
f a t exrevelationx // xA touch and Lochlan can show people their destiny. Of course, time's such a sensitive thing, fate/destiny alters based on the smallest decisions. However, it is a good blinding tool.



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

d e t e r m i n e d x // x Lochlan is hard-working on multiple levels of chaos. Chaotic good, neutral and bad. Mostly he's driven by the need to be top-dog and greed. Whatever he sets his mind to, he is hellbent on making a reality.
c h a r i s m a t i c x // x Powers aside, Lochlan possesses a natural allurance and charisma in the social settings.
e s c a p o l o g y x // x Lochlan is accustomed to getting in trouble and enjoys a little chase, so he has quite the speed and agility on him and a back door ready.



W E A K N E S S E S

e n v y x // x Running thick through the genes is the desire for other's toys. It's hard for him to be content with his own situation and share happiness for others.
H e r a x // x At heart, unfortunately Lochlan is a mother's boy. She could use and abuse him, and he still wouldn't be able to hate her in the long haul.
e g o x // x Always keen to prove a point and get his way, Lochlan may be too persistent and have three strikes at something and need to learn the benefits of quitting or leaving things alone.



F E A R S

l o v e x // x Smarter than he appears, Lochlan knows emotions are something that can't be controlled. Love is a powerful and overwhelming feeling that seems to set hopes high only to crash down.
n i g h t m a r e s x // x Ironic as it is, but as a child he had the worse nightmares, waking up in sweats, heart banging violently in his chest and terrified.
f e a r x // x * * *





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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What would Hera do? Through and through Lochlan aims to be a mirror of his mother. She lives her own perfectly wicked content lifestyle and he likes treating himself to pleasure. After all why not? But of course behind the scenes, Hera is not so satisfied. And in that regard, he effortlessly shares that feeling with the goddess because behind the cocky demeanor, behind the trophies, nor is Lochlan. To be fully content and satisfied in oneself is an endless chase so he often turns to the quick fixes, indulgence and sabotage. Besides, he's only got one life, lives a day at a time and these amazing powers, so there's no reason to waste it being a good boy.

Almost considered adventurous and daring in the pursuit of his happiness and other's misery, there's not much Lochlan hasn't done. And the attitude to give anything a go remains in him, his large ego only aiding the call to try everything and outshine others while doing it. That's probably the only circumstance he'll listen to others, when they dare him to do something, because otherwise, Lochlan is extremely self-serving and owns what he is.

He has a heart more than he cares to admit or will likely ever show. Respect and immunity can be earned by Lochlan, proving he is human at the core. The nanny, Blair and Hera are such examples of those he wouldn't corrupt or tamper with based on respect and that he values them.






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H I S T O R Y


Despite being a child conceived out of literal deception and having a dad that had minimal involvement in the kids' life, with (he suspects) some special resentment on the side reserved for Lochlan, his childhood was easy street. Everything given to him on a platter and not just because of the wealthy lifestyle he was born into but because of his abilities. Fellow kids were easy to twist and make suggestions to, like giving over toys, getting out of HIS sandpit, keeping this bigger kid from winning in sports or stop him from beating Loc up. His half-sister, offspring to Athena, Blair, fortified the golden boy attitude combining her abilities with his own in the schoolyard making them a pair that ruled. As his body grew, his powers did, along with his wants. The new equivalent of toys became girls and stirring such emotions was way too satisfying. His playing around did earn him a few solid pushes up against lockers, promises to meet outside and knock teeth out, paint his face black and blue, so that was some solid motivation for him to get in shape and become agile and slick. It's not all just for looks.

The thing about being Hera's spawn was he was always wanting what he couldn't have, striving for more, and more problematically, because of a green monster, what others had. Lochlan came out on top but not always by fair means. Winning and getting all the time was certainly nice, but even that got tiresome to a degree, predicting outcomes or certainly being able to shape them. Eventually, he settled down and was under the influence of a genuine relationship. They were going steady, things were looking good then Hera sabotaged that in a truly wicked manner; cloaking a girl to look alike his girlfriend and taint her mind with desire for him, leading Loc to cheat. But being caught in bed with another woman with a reputation of being a womanizer and liar, claiming he thought it was her obviously didn't bode well...
If Hera couldn't be happy in love, he certainly couldn't. However, her involvement remains unconvicted.

After that burn was as digested as it could get, Lochlan returned to his old ways. And to love and commit, would only end in disappointment. As his habits continued, a sudden curveball was thrown his way when their dad took a proactive step of sending him and Blair off to some special camp. He's not sure if he should expect something full military-style or what. But as long as he's got Blair with him.





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So begins...

Lochlan Carmichael's Story

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Blair Carmichael Character Portrait: Duke Loycen
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To say that the taxi didn't drop them off nearly close enough was an understatement. Blair had no idea how deep into the woods this ridiculous camp was, but it was already putting her in a sour mood. She wore the wrong shoes, had way too many bags and the only time she liked being outside was if it involved the beach or a pool. So far, she saw neither of those. And if one more mosquito got anywhere near her, she might flip.

There wasn't a path... Or if it was a path, Blair couldn't tell. She was stepping over fallen branches and ducking under low hanging trees. She trusted Lochlan to lead them deeper because her sense of direction was abysmal. "Whose idea was it to come here again?" She groaned as her heels sunk into the dirt again for about the millionth time. "No one goes to camp after they turn 12 anyway. Why couldn't it be 'Athens Resort'?" She stopped momentarily, having a realization. "We're not sleeping in tents are we?"

Trudging only a couple of feet ahead of his sister ready to lend a hand or shoulder of support if she twisted her ankle in those heels, Lochlan was equally as unsatisfied with their temporary placement. Every whinge coming from his sister, though adding to his own irritation, was right. Why were they here, at a camp, when they were adults that could be in a hundred other places? More to the point, why didn't he tell their father to shove it? "I didn't give your dad the pamphlet for this place." He knew Blair wasn't to blame. Besides, when she had an idea she was usually the type to own it shamelessly and with pride, especially with her gifts of smarts. But somebody had to tip the guy off. Beyond that, he tried not to add to his half-sister's complaints and focused on getting out of this damned jungle.

"He's your sperm donor too," she scoffed as she yanked her rolling suitcase over a rock. Blair was a little bit spoiled... Just a little. She didn't always get everything she asked for. But she was never sent to summer camps or expected to go fishing. If she wanted to spend her days inside shopping or watching movies, then no one told her otherwise. She wasn't an outdoorsy type of person. Hell, she didn't even know if she owned a pair of jeans and hiking boots to survive life at camp. Obviously, she was being forced to broaden her horizons, regardless if she liked it or not.

He sighed out hating to look the part of a confused tourist, but dug in his pocket to consult a scrunched up map he was sure he didn't need. He pursed his lips. "So there's a main hall thing annnnd cabins." Lochlan discarded the map messily again into his pocket and glanced back at Blair. "Wanna shop around for our new home?" Because personally, Lochlan would rather unload all his bags before trying to eat some disgusting cheap food.

"I am a little hungry," she confessed while brushing loose curls out of her face. That was more physical exertion than she had done in the past year... Excluding certain recreational activities. The mile, or however long trek into camp was enough to build up an appetite.

But as it turned out Lochlan wasn’t really asking, because he pushed on in the direction of cabins to browse what would best be suitable for their standards. And the perk was, if he saw something they liked and it was preoccupied, he could just tell them to move.

Whether or not Blair was up for more trudging about the camp, she didn't have a choice. Not unless she was wanting to misplace her brother and get stuck mingling with others on her own. Not likely. She groaned as she pivoted to follow after Lochlan, her stomach growling in protest. Every few steps her bag would get caught on a rock, or branch, or slam into the back of her heels. Her ankles were going to be bruised at that rate.

Soon enough, they found something outwardly sufficing. Lochlan unlocked the door and nudged it open since Blair was over encumbered with excessive luggage. "Home, sweet home," he said without any hint of amusement. He dumped his bags to the side and took some of Blair's from her, treating them a bit more delicately since he could imagine the scolding he'd get for throwing them around.

Blair didn't argue as her brother took her bags. She made her way over to the ancient sofa and collapsed onto the lumpy cushions with a sigh. Once her feet were off the ground, resting on the armrest, she kicked off her heels and tried to relax best she could.

No matter how he worked or set up, the big question was eating at him. That's why he spun to Blair abruptly, "So why are we here? You're the smart one," he said, the irritation evident in his voice. She may have been undeserving of it, but it wouldn't be the first time their attitudes collided. And she was the one deemed intelligent by birth.

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Yes, because me in my infinite wisdom could have convinced Daddy to change his mind... I thought manipulation was your power." Blair scoffed as she picked the dirt out from under her nails. Sure, she had the stronger pull when it came to their dad. He always resented Lochlan's existence because of Hera's meddling, but that didn't mean he did whatever she wanted. If he did, they wouldn't be there.

Blair exhaled deeply as she swung her legs off the armrest and turned to face him. "Look. I tried to convince him to let us stay home, but he wouldn't listen. Athena got it in his head that this was the best place for us... me," she corrected. "And he knew I wouldn't go anywhere without you. So, blame me all you want, little brother, but I wasn't going to suffer this hell hole alone."

Lochlan rose a brow but honestly wasn't surprised in Athena's part or his sister dragging him through the mud with her. "I guess I should have manipulated him. Spared us all. Don't think that'd sit well with the goddess though." Even then, a part of him wouldn't want Blair off in some camp alone and he wanted to get away from home.

With that, she pushed off the couch, moving to her feet. "I'm going to go claim the biggest bedroom and maybe I have something in these bags more suited for camp... maybe." Blair took her bags and dragged them into the larger of the two bedrooms. She threw them down on the bed and began sifting through their contents. One thing was for certain, Blair didn't think camp was going to be so... campy. She didn't pack for camp, more for a cruise or long vacation.

He hated being in the dark so while his sister claimed the biggest room of course, Lochlan was left trying to clue it all together for himself. What was with the timing and this camp in general? Apparently it was warranted special for them but what the hell did that actually mean. Their father was crap on the whole debriefing unless Blair got the extended version.

Eventually, she found something suitable and put it on, before rejoining Lochlan. "Will you take me to go find something to eat or did you plan on staying here all day and sulking?" Blair gave him a playful smirk as she took a pair of sunglasses from her purse and put them on. "Don't make me suffer this alone."

He rolled his eyes and offered an arm before his own smirk finally showed. "We'll own this place in minutes." Lochlan walked his sister out and along the way, there were a couple of real neighbor-y scenes. Some dramatic and some far too cozy and warm like they jumped out of happyville. Lochlan smirked more thinking such a place would be a treat for him. But he kept dragging Blair along until they could meet the right people to get a foot in the door. Or at least, until they reached the hall.

As they made their way to the main hall Blair noticed the passing campers. The girls didn't catch her attention, but boy oh boy did the guys. They passed one with short hair and tan skin. He looked about as interesting as a saltine cracker, but cute. He might have been boring and untouched like new play-doh, but that just meant she could work him into whatever she wanted. If she wanted. But whatever attention was on him was sidetracked at the sight of a very tall and handsome man. He had long brunette hair. Gods did she love long hair. And that little cleft in his chin could make her weak in the knees.

Seamlessly, like she had done so many times before, Blair slipped her arm from Lochlan's and gave him a little shove forward so they didn't look like they were together. Luckily Fabio's attention seemed focused elsewhere, so he didn't notice her approach. Just as she was about to pass him Blair just so happened to trip. Oh dear, how clumsy. She stumbled into him in such a way that it would be impossible for him not to catch her. She grabbed hold of his arms to steady herself... And my were his biceps large.

Blair regained her footing, standing chest to chest with her savior. She smiled coyly looking up at him. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." Then she giggled in a flirty way as she brushed her raven hair out of her face, pushing her sunglasses up to rest on top of her head. "The outdoors and I aren't really simpatico. But I wouldn't mind being on a first name basis with you." She smirked, quirking a brow as she extended her right hand toward him. "I'm Blair."

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The routine was all too familiar, so Lochlan just rolled his eyes not bearing to witness his sister act like a floozy to get closer to guys. Not that he was entirely innocent in that department. Although, unlike his sister, he preferred some footing or at least sense of what the hell this place was actually about before springing into flirting, flings, etcetera. He buried his hands in his pockets and walked on as naturally as the circumstances permitted.

Normally he was at utter ease and adaptable in new places. But there was something about this camp that he didn't like or trust. But since he was on his own, he guessed it was his own mystery to solve.

That about led him to some crossroads. He could go by more cabins, to the direction of the hall or follow a lonesome blonde. Lochlan smirked a little to himself as if it was even a real decision and warped himself in the shadows of the trees. He travelled along with the girl, silent and slick in the darkness, and where he couldn't follow, he waited and watched. She was young, blonde and particularly doe-eyed. Once she reached the stables, he emerged from shadow, keeping himself a couple decent feet away from her to avoid spooking her and the animals. Lochlan double-checked over his shoulder then back ahead to her. She looked out of sorts, lost almost, if not definitely lost in thought. Somebody's cute wandering little sister maybe. Lochlan cleared his throat and tilted to the side to catch her eyes. "Hi there." He flashed her a warm smile and straightened up. "I'm...I'm completely lost and confused. I've lost my bearings," he said with a nervous laugh. "Would you be able to help me out. I’m looking for the hall."

In such a short encounter Lochlan guessed she was a little odd. All the more reason for him to hope that her friend group or siblings were concerned for her and full of lookers. Lochlan tried not to be deterred by her silence and averted his gaze to the nearest creature and patted the neck of the horse with a smile. "I like horses. Powerful creatures that demand respect to be ridden and it's a two-way streak." He leaned his arm on the stall and his hand opened up for her. "I'm Lochlan." Once their hands enclosed, Lochlan let his powers invade her. He wasn't about to get the silent treatment by this little lady. "And I think this is the part where you tell me your name." Typically the compulsion would creep up to the mind, and ache like a bad itch until she would say her name. All this for such a simple request as to get the introverts name. Heck, to get a word out of her.

Lochlan wasn't one to enjoy being out of the loop or take such early rejection, hence the use of his powers.

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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: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Veronica Lewis
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Iliana remembered the last time she'd been at the stables. It was the day when she first arrived, which seemed like a lifetime ago. So much had happened in such a brief time. Alex's trial, the party, and then there was yesterday's incidents. Not to mention all the little things that happened. Iliana didn't know what would happen next. All she knew for sure was she wasn't looking forward to it. So consumed in her own thoughts, she didn't realize that someone was following her.

Reaching the stables, she hesitated. She liked animals, but in her current state, she was afraid of what she would do. She learned animals could sense someone's feelings and could respond to that, especially with horses. One of Heath's relatives worked with horses and she got to see them a few times growing up. Never had the courage to ride one though. Heath did and did pretty well.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of Iliana's neck stirred and she turned around to see someone coming up to her. She didn't recognize him. Confused on what he wanted, Iliana gave the man her full attention.

"Hi there. I'm...I'm completely lost and confused. I've lost my bearings. Would you be able to help me out. I’m looking for the hall."

He didn't look confused, at least not to Iliana. She suppose she could lead him to the Hall, but that would mean running into more people, something she wanted to avoid. Still, she couldn't leave him hanging. She would show him the way, but then leave when she did. Decision made, she started typing her response on her iPad when the stranger spoke up again, talking about the horses before introducing himself as Lochlan, all the while holding his hand out. Iliana hesitated briefly, feeling compelled, placed her hand in his.

"And I think this is the part where you tell me your name."

All thought escaped her mind. She felt this intense pressure within her head. Without thinking about it, Iliana spoke for the first time in over a year.

"I . . . li. . . . na. Iliana," she said a scratchy and low voice.

Shocked, Iliana inadvertently dropped her iPad as she raised her now free hand to her mouth. She spoke. Lochlan could probably figure out she hadn't used it in awhile due to how rough it was. Iliana couldn't believe it. She remembered when Apollo had told her he healed her vocal chords. She had tried speaking then, but nothing came. It was like something was blocking her. Now for some reason she could speak. How did that happen? Totally forgetting about Lochlan, Iliana felt her eyes welling up.

"I . . . can . . . talk . . . . how?" she murmured to herself.

Suddenly a voice penetrated the silence as someone spoke.

"Good morning, Campers, 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."

Snapping out of it, Iliana quickly took her hand out of Lochlan's hand and picked up her iPad. It when she heard this Nicholas and some other female. What they said confused Iliana, and that confusion read easily on her face. Deciding to ignore it, Iliana thought about what Poseidon's son said. Training? A look of fear passed over Iliana's face. That was not good. She didn't think that be wise, but knew she couldn't avoid it either. Maybe when the time came she could show up and try to convince Nicholas to sit this one out. Feeling her anxiety rise though, she remembered Lochlan was still there. Looking at him, she tried talking again.

"The . . . hall . . . . . is that . . . way," she said, pointing in the direction of the Hall.

Wanting to be alone again, the blonde took off running, leaving Lochlan alone.




Theo was the first to answer Heath's question. He also noticed how the man didn't directly look at him at times, but seemed to be looking beyond them. Heath looked and saw him looking at Veronica. Knowing that she was Aphrodite's daughter, and his own initial reaction to her, Heath wasn't too surprised by Theo's reaction. But at least he gave him an answer. Then Daniel spoke up, but instead saying if he'd seen Iliana, he asked him her age.

"She's 19," he said simply, not understanding why Daniel would want to know that.

It wouldn't but the first time Daniel confused him though. Out of the campers Heath had met so far, Daniel was the most puzzling. At least he came off as a decent man, much like his sister. Before Heath could thank the two men for their time, Daniel spoke up again.

"I'm going to lay a pro tip on you. You're going to be divided one day, whether on your own or surrounded by people you can't trust so....branch out. Make friends in high places. That way, you don't have to worry about your sister every two seconds."

It was very sound advice and Daniel was probably right. He could probably relate to Heath since he had a sister and since both Daniel and Andy had been at camp last year, Heath knew he should follow good advice. Still, Heath's protective nature was never going to fully go ahead. Heath even before Iliana had come to live with him and his family, Heath could recall the times he tried protecting others. It was just innate for him to be that way, for better or worse. But Heath knew he'd would sleep better at night if he knew more people at camp would get along with Iliana. Her recalled Cherise being nice to Iliana, as well as Duke and Wes, at least from what Iliana told him. He also remembered Iliana had hanged around others more then he did. He would hope she would do that again, but first she had to get over the events of yesterday.

"Thank you. I will do my best to follow your advice,"

Daniel then mentioned that Theo was a great tracker. That got Heath's attention, but before he could say anything, an announcement was made. So Poseidon's son was here? Heath then caught Nicholas's voice again along with a female voice. Heath couldn't help but groan. He could piece together what was happening. Waiting a few more minutes, it sounded like the pair had turned off the speakers, much to Heath's relief. Focusing on what Nicholas said, it sounded like they were finally going to start training. He hoped Iliana showed up.

Looking at Theo and Daniel, Heath said, "Thanks for both of your help. If Iliana doesn't show up for training, I'll probably ask you for your assistance, Theo."

Bowing to them, Heath returned to Veronica.

"Looks like we're going to be training soon. I think I'll give Iliana the space she needs for now, so I'll go about my own way for now. Oh, I would recommend letting other guys know you're Aphrodite's daughter since we males might act like fools around you," Heath said with a small grin before continuing, "Thanks for your assistance. I'll see you later."

With that, Heath went on his way.




Ethan entered his cabin to see Heath already ready for training.

"Hey, any luck finding Iliana?{/color]

[color=#808000]"No, but did decide to stop looking for her right after that announcement,"


"Aw, well, I am going to get ready for training," Ethan said before heading for his private quarters.

It didn't take him too long for he dressed in workout clothes, the same way as Heath was. Ethan would have spoken up, but the front door opened and Iliana came in. The three stood in silence when Heath suddenly came forward and drew Iliana into a hug. Surprised, Iliana just stood there.

"You had me worried, Lia," Heath said.

"So . . . rry. . . ." Iliana said softly.

For the first time in his life, Heath was shocked. Did . . . did Iliana just speak? Gently, Heath held his sister back.

"What did you say?"

"I'm . . . sorry . . . I didn't . . . . mean to . . . make . . . you . . . worry."

Heath's jaw dropped and he found himself dropping to his knees. Concerned, Iliana dropped before him. Ethan hadn't heard Iliana speak, wanting to give siblings space, but he came forward and dropped next to his friend when he saw him drop to the floor.

"Hey, you okay? What happened?" he asked as he placed a hand on Heath's shoulder.

Tears appeared in Heath's eyes as he looked at Iliana. He honestly thought he would never hear Iliana speak ever again. Hearing her voice, as rough as it was, was miraculous. Overcome with emotion for the first time, Heath cried. Both Iliana and Ethan comforted him. Ethan was confused, while Iliana herself started crying.

Soon, Heath calmed down and looked at Iliana again.

"When . . when were you able to talk again?"

"This morning . . . when I met . . . a new camper . . . named Lochlan."

Now it was Ethan's turn to look surprised since he never heard Iliana talk before. When Heath heard Iliana mentioning someone new, he couldn't help but wonder if this Lochlan had anything to do with Iliana talking now. Well, with training coming up, now would be a good time to find out. Needing a goal to refocus, Heath decided to thinking about training, otherwise he wouldn't be able to recover from the shock he just received.

"Well, you can talk and I can't tell you how happy that makes me feel, Lia. Are you going to come with us to training, Lia? It be best if you did," Heath asked before getting to his feet.

Ethan and Iliana stood up too.

"I will come, but . . . I don't . . . want to . . . train. . . . Might hurt someone." Iliana said, slowly getting used to using her voice again.

"You might have no choice, Lia. Best get ready just in case. We'll see if we can convince this Nicholas to let you skip this session." Ethan said, trying to be encouraging.

Nodding, Iliana left to get changed. Alone once more, Heath decided to confide to Ethan.

"I still can't believe Lia can talk. I don't want her to train either, but I know our mothers want us to train. Mother even told me it's imperative for Iliana to master her powers at some point."

"Hey at least Lia can talk now. And maybe this training will help her."

"Iliana has been training since she was a kid though. I still don't know how being here will make a difference."

"Try to think a bit more positively, bro. Maybe training with other demigods will make a difference. I honestly don't know what to expect, but dwelling on the cons will not help us or Lia."

What Ethan didn't add was he wasn't looking forward to training either. He was not a fighter and knew he was severely lacking in practicing a few of his own skills.

Soon, Iliana came out of her room and the trio left for the training grounds.




Once there they saw others arriving, including Nelly. Nelly had a fine time taking pictures and was pleased the images she took. After lunch, she spent the next few hours at her cabin going through all the pictures. She already knew she would be making a scrapbook for her trip here. Her next plan of action was to get pictures of her fellow campers, but knew she'd have to get permission first. First rule in photography people was to ALWAYS get permission to avoid any legal trouble in the future. That was something her mother taught her. However, she knew she would never get pictures of them using their abilities. That was just asking for trouble and Nelly would never do anything that might put her and her fellow demigods in danger.

Once things were settled, a tall dark haired guy came forward and reintroduced himself as Nicholas. First thing he mentioned was how the Valises wouldn't be returning. This got Nelly and Iliana's attention. Nelly was curious for the reason why, but had a feeling she would never know why. Oh, well, at least she knew what happened to them. Iliana knew the Valises had gone to Olympus. Maybe what happened to them was too much for them to handle. She hoped they were going to be okay, especially Alex.

Nicholas then started talking about their training. When he was done, Heath and Ethan got up to get their tokens. Heath drew out a white token and Ethan drew a green one. Both were relieved their weren't sparring with each other. Turning back, they head for their seat. Nelly wanted to see what colors others drew before getting hers. She saw what colors Ethan and Heath drew, as well as a few others. She started heading up when Daniel head up, so she was able to spy his white token. Looks like he was going up against Heath. This should prove interesting. Daniel was Hecate's son right? So he was bound to use magic skills. Heath was Athena's son. She had no idea what his skills would be, but she imagined he would be pretty smart. Well she would wait and see. Coming up to Nicholas, she smiled and reached into the bag to pull out a pink token.

"Aww, phooey, pink? I was hoping for turquoise, navy, or orange," she complained since those were her fav colors.

Oh well, that's the way the cookie crumbled, she suppose. Shrugging, she returned to her seat.

Iliana deliberately waited for everyone else to get their token before taking a deep breath and approaching Nicholas.

With desperation in her eyes, she quietly asked, "Do I really . . . . have to . . . train? . . . . I can't . . . control my powers . . . . I've killed before . . . "

She started crying again, thinking about the past once more. Once again, it started drizzling. Looking at Nicholas and seeing he wasn't going to let her be excused, Iliana sighed and grabbed the last token before going to sit down.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Blair Carmichael
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Of all the voices to emerge from a sweet looking thing, Lochlan wasn't expecting one so scratchy and hoarse. The shock was visible but fleeting on his face. People couldn't really help what they sounded like after all and she looked to be having her own tough time, hearing herself, even dropping her valuable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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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xTo say that Liam was impressed with Sloane’s capabilities would be a sore understatement. He had doubted her, as one would. He never did learn that whole “it’s the quiet ones you gotta watch out for” mantra, or whatever it was. At the same time, he wanted to take Duke and peel the flesh from his body for forcing her to go through that. At one point, whether someone was paying attention to him or not, his hands ran over his arms while the fight made him recount his trip down in good ol’ Tartarus. It was giving him PTSD, but he didn’t want to admit it. He’s a manly man, after all. They don’t think about their feelings and shit. While he might not outwardly show emotional signs of suppressed distress, he was clenching his jaw. That could be from watching Sloane get roasted, though, so no one would notice that he might be grappling with something deeper. No one probably thinks a man like him has deep thoughts or feelings, either.

Sloane sat there quietly, with her small hands pinned between her knees as her left leg bounced anxiously. It took all her focus to keep her eyes locked on the arena and the arena only. Every minute or so she was tempted to let her gaze sift the crowd until she saw him... No. As if camp hadn't been a rollercoaster already, the last thing she needed was digging up old heartache. She wanted to go up to him. Shove him and tell him to leave. Camp was supposed to be a place for her to move on and find herself. And now, just when she thought she might have found her footing, the earth turned to quicksand and started swallowing her whole.

It was natural for Liam to look, but only because his eyes were already on the arena. When Rae’s full body was finally exposed, he just sighed. Great. He could never catch a break. However, his attention moved on swiftly to Sloane, watching her knowing that she noticed he looked. It wasn’t like he could pry the eyes from his skull! Someone let him know how, and he would! He wanted to say something, but everything that came out of his mouth just fell out wrong. So, he said nothing. He looked back toward the arena with his arms over his chest just in time for Blair to run and cover the woman.

Spars flashed before her in the arena, but her mind couldn't be farther away. She caught glimpses... vines, water, a maze... a lion. But none of it really snapped her out of it until it seemed everyone in the arena was pointing and talking. Sloane blinked once, twice before she accepted that what she saw wasn't a hallucination. Rae, completely nude. While they weren't necessarily friends, she felt some secondhand embarrassment, even if the redhead didn't seem the slightest bit bothered. Forgetting subtly, Sloane looked over at Liam to see if he was looking... Of course he was looking.

And of course, she thought I was gawking, he thought, most likely at the same time she was having her own thoughts.

As quickly as she looked over, her gaze fell to her hands. What was this feeling? Was she jealous? Rae was a pretty girl. You'd have to be blind not to notice. All eyes were on her, and while some might have been objectifying her, there was more to it. No one ever looked at Sloane like that. They looked at her like she was a goddess with lust and desire. She didn't want to be fawned over, but everyone wanted to feel desired... just a little.

She only looked up when she heard the disappointing aw of the crowd. Sloane's brows furrowed as she saw Blair in the center of the arena helping Rae. As if it wasn't bad enough that Lochlan was there, she had to deal with the temptress as well. Blair had a reputation and it seemed it wasn't going to change at camp, now realizing the voice she heard over the P.A. was hers. How long had she been there? A day? One day and she had already slept with someone. How long then until her lecherous gaze wanted Liam? Sloane couldn't compete with her. The only reason she was able to date Lochlan was because he was the only guy Blair didn't want.

Sloane shifted uncomfortably in her seat as Nick started toward the arena. Maybe she was the daughter of Aphrodite... That could explain it. Although, if that were the case, no one at camp stood a chance against the pair of them. Her mind raced trying to figure out how she never knew the Carmichaels were demigods. Her thoughts might have continued running in circles if Nick hadn't broken through her mental flood. "Great fights. There’s not much to say other than… I’m ready to eat, so let’s get out of here."

The moment he excused them Sloane was on her feet. She nearly took a step forward without a second thought, wanting nothing more than to beeline to her shack of a cabin and disappear for the rest of the day. But she couldn't ignore Liam either. She sighed, running her fingers back through her hair. "We need to talk," she said as she took his hand and started toward the exit.

Dead leaves crunched underfoot as the pair walked in silence. Other campers went to and fro, chatting about the spars or whatever mundane drama made them happy, but they paid them no mind. Sloane wanted to be as far away from everyone else as possible, hoping to avoid two individuals in particular, but she also needed to say what was on her mind before the courage to speak left. Her feet carried them to Liam's cabin, she hardly noticed until they were there but her thoughts were trying to find the words, not where she was heading.

Sloane led him up onto the porch and inside without an invitation. It was then that she finally released his hand and closed the door behind them. She sighed before slowly turning to face him, still clenching the doorknob tight in her palm. It seemed she only managed to find her courage when the possibility of running from her feelings was at her fingertips. "I'm going to talk... And you're going to listen..." she said softly.

There was a long pause... possibly too long. But Sloane finally looked up to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry that I was here when you got back. Seeing your trial... It scared me." She closed her eyes tight as she tried to find the words. "My life has followed a pattern. I've always been dependent on different people... My father, my mother, Lochlan... Sylas." her voice cracked as thoughts and feelings she worked so hard to suppress started surfacing. "I just went from one to the next, each one worse for me than the last. And each one of them took a piece of me with them. Coming to camp... Being with you... I started finding myself again." She exhaled.

"But then seeing your trial... It frightened me. I'm scared of falling into my old patterns of clinging to people who just use me, break off a piece and leave me being... less. I didn't want to trade one monster for another." Sloane finally opened her eyes to look up at Liam. While her words might have been harsh, she owed him and herself honesty. Everything she knew was flipped on its head when she came to camp. She would have drowned if it wasn't for Liam. Her dependency on him was comforting, and terrifying, and gave her butterflies.

"But... while you were gone I also realized something. I blame everyone else... My mother, Sylas, you, without taking accountability for the biggest problem. Me." She swallowed, taking a deep breath. It was one thing having thoughts like that plague her mind, but something entirely different when she admitted it out loud. "This is all my fault. Sylas, the trials... you going to Tartarus... It never would have happened if it wasn't for me. I'm the daughter of chaos." Sloane laughed weakly, ironically, while shrugging her shoulders.

"You helped me find a piece of myself, but at what cost? I'm a tornado that leaves destruction in my wake. You don't deserve that. You didn't deserve to go to Tartarus." She sighed, having only one thing left to say. "I'm sorry for the chaos my presence has caused. I'm sorry that you were sent to Tartarus. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you got back." Sloane pivoted on her heels, with her hand still firm on the doorknob. "I'm so sorry," she whispered one final time before opening the door.

She didn't dare look back. Her feet carried her swiftly down the steps to his porch as her heart raced in her chest. While it felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders, there was a pit in her stomach, a hollow aching pit. Sloane had tried so hard to be more than the daughter of Eris. But in the end, no matter how much she tried to be better, chaos still followed her. There was a reason why she distanced herself from others. She was an idiot to think it would be different at camp.

Wow, she didn’t even give him an opportunity to say anything at all. That was typical. He’s starting to get used to her talking and trying to wiggle her way out of the aftermath, and maybe that’s a woman thing. He’s not sure.

Liam sighed and hastily blew through the doorway and seized her wrist. He tried to be as gentle with his fingers as possible, not attempting to yank her back or accidentally dislocate her shoulder. As soon as his hand wrapped around her, he stepped forward right behind her, put his other hand at the small of her back, and slowly eased her into turning around to face him.

Did her heart sink or skip a beat when she heard hurry after her. Sloane tried to quicken her steps, but his damn long legs. Liam reached her before she got to the bottom of the steps. Her eyes closed and head fell as she sighed. She didn’t fight his hold and let him turn her around. She forced him to follow her and listen to her ramble on, the least she could do is listen to what he had to say in return. After all, wasn’t it every girls’ dream for the guy to chase after her… And there Liam was. He didn’t even let her get 20 feet away. There was still a small part of her that hoped he’d listen, heed her warnings and write her off as trouble.

But… he was a hard-headed son of Ares. Gods damn it.

It was time to put his serious face on, "I sent myself to Tartarus. All the choices I made so far are my own. I’m the son of Ares. I’d say I’m a bit chaotic, too." He lowered his head just a little to look her straight in her eyes, "If you weren’t staring at me, I’d have ground that little shrimp’s bones to dust."

He let her go and stepped back a little, then decided to pose a question, "What’s wrong with needing each other? What’s wrong with being scared about it? I am, too."

He cracked a small smile, "Let’s just… see what happens. Hmm?"

She couldn’t bring herself to look up at him. "And what if you get hurt?" she asked. "... I don’t know if I can protect you." Her voice was barely above a whisper, the fear evident in every word. Liam was someone who could take care of himself, but he saw her trial. That future wasn’t as impossible as others might think, not with her brother.

There was a soft sigh as his face returned to its more serious note, "No one can protect anyone all the time, Sloane. We aren’t gods, and we certainly aren’t very good at being half of that most of the time."

Sloane sighed softly. "It’d be easier if you hated me." She finally met his gaze with a sad sort of smile.

He laughed lightly and shrugged, "Probably. We are the kids of jackasses, so… life’s not simple." Then he urged her with a hopeful sort of questioning, but not really a question or demand, kind of statement, "So… your stuff… you… me…here…"

She let out a soft, more lighthearted laugh as she nodded her head. "Yeah… I’ll go get it." Sloane nodded her head in the general direction of the cabin she found as she descended the rest of the porch stairs. If anything, she needed a shower and a change of clothes. And while one of those could be remedied there, that did solve the clothes issue.

Of course, he would go with her! Liam was like a lost puppy - feed him once, he’ll follow you forever. Okay, maybe not like that, but whatever. But before he forgot, he jumped inside real quick and grabbed a jacket hanging near his open door. Can’t have every guy here sneaking a peak or Lochlan won’t be the only shrimp taking daytime naps.

After he closed the door he caught up to Sloane and tossed the coat over her shoulders; it was just an old leather dark brown thing. It smelled like him. It’s definitely been around a while. After that, he put his hands in his pockets and walked beside her, "I knocked your friend out. You two know each other?" He’s not jealous. Nope. Never.

Sloane glanced up at him as he placed the jacket over her shoulders. She couldn’t help but chuckle a little. And while it did seem to be a jacket that had seen better days, there was something comforting about the subtle scent of Liam on it. "Uh.. Yeah…" she finally replied with a nod. "He’s my ex, actually." She kept facing forward as she walked, but snuck small glances over at him from the corner of her eyes to gauge his reaction.

He did that thing where he sucks on the back of his front teeth while puckering his lips a bit. So, that was what it is - exes. Ugh. As if being at Camp wasn’t hard enough, now he has to deal with Sylas and the Shrimp. It was all going to be a massive headache for him.

So, he did what he had to do, as much as he thought it was dumb. He had never done this before. Normally he just hits and quits, but now he feels like a high school boy asking a girl out for the first time. "Let’s date. Officially." Okay, so it wasn't asking, but his voice wasn’t conclusive or demanding at all. It was more like… teasing the air. Testing the waters. An uncertain question and statement at the same time.

Sloane stopped dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights. If she were asked that morning how she thought the day would go… This wasn’t it. "Uh-what?" was all her stupid mouth could manage to make out. Her mind instantly began to race trying to piece together where this came from. It wasn’t entirely out of the blue, but they had kissed… What? Once. And it was a rash action on Liam’s part that was never talked about again. She couldn’t deny that she had feelings for him, but while she felt like they were on a path that could potentially lead in that direction, Liam just threw them on a train and said buckle up.

"Lochlan’s not a threat, " she finally answered with more than one word. Maybe it was because he mentioned it immediately after she said Lochlan was her ex, but she felt like it was Liam’s strange way of protecting her… or maybe, making sure he didn’t have competition. It seemed her mental confusion was starting to unfurl into words.

"I dumped him." She took a step forward, reaching out to gently grab his forearm, slowly turning him to face her. "He cheated on me. I don’t want him back." Sloane didn’t know what she was trying to prove. Maybe that he didn’t need to protect her from Lochlan. If his loquacious punch wasn’t enough to keep him away, then the simple fact that she wanted nothing to do with him would be plenty. Liam did more than what was ever necessary to keep her safe… He didn’t need to do more.

He sighed heavily. Completely rejected. He wasn’t really thinking that the timing was just inappropriate, but that maybe there was something wrong with him at the moment. He hadn’t meant to just chuck it on her because of Lochlan, and he certainly couldn’t figure out that it came out that way. He’s so confused.

"I don’t care about the Shrimp," he informed her as-a-matter-of-factly. "I care about you. But I get it."

"No… I—" Sloane sighed trying to figure out her words. She moved to stand in front of him so he didn’t walk off or Gods know what he’d do. "It’s just… sudden. You hated me this morning and now you want me to be your girlfriend?" She looked up at him with a sincere and slightly confused expression. "And only after I mention my ex?"

Liam rubbed the back of his neck, "I just got back from literal Hell," he reminded her. He didn’t want to say anything that would make her feel worse than she already did about it all, so he left the details out to spare her. "It was like… a day for you, but felt like years to me. I wasn’t mad at you, I was…" he trailed off, trying to figure out how to put feelings into words. Feelings that he didn’t exactly have before until now. But nothing could explain anything, it seemed. "I don’t know… It wasn’t hate. I just felt…" He tilted his head but looked beyond her for a moment. Abandoned. That’s what it was. "...tired. Exhausted. Worn down."

Sloane’s expression fell. He was lying… Or withholding. Something told her it was more than what he let on. Part of her wanted to know what happened while he was in Tartarus and what was going on in his head, but she also knew it wasn’t the time to ask. She didn’t know what to say at that moment. While Liam wasn’t always the smartest she had a tendency to overthink things or push others away. There was no subtle way she could get the answer she wanted… Not with him. So she had no other choice than to ask him outright. "Are you wanting to date me because you want to be with me?... Or are you wanting to date me so no one else can?"

He gave her a very pointed look and flatly said, "Do I look insecure to you?" He blinked a whole two times then spoke again, "I mean, really? Me worry about that Shrimp? Nah. I don’t think I can be any more clear here, Sloane."

Then he took a step forward and turned her around with him; a hand having pushed her gently on the small of her back, "Why don’t you just think about it, yeah? I’m cool with that." His demeanor changed from serious to goofy once again, "If you don’t think I noticed the way you were staring me down back in the arena, then you are mistaken. Don’t pretend like you didn’t, either. A man can feel a woman’s dagger-eyes as naturally as breathing."

Sloane let Liam guide her, but she kept a sideways glance on him. "I wasn’t—" she started to argue. "Fine. Fine." She put her hands up in surrender with a playful roll of her eyes. With a nod of her head, she slowly let her feet start carrying her forward once again. She agreed to think about it… Although he was right, Liam might be the least insecure person at camp. It was only ironic that she somehow drew his attention. Something inside her said she already knew the answer, but she’d give herself some time. Time never hurt anyone.

With that, they just quietly walked to the nook in the woods where she managed to find an empty cabin earlier. He opened the door and stepped inside first, but only because he wanted to make sure there were no snakes and shrimp in there. Yes, he was jealous. However, he’d stand back and let Sloane get her things packed - if that even needed to happen. Naturally, Liam would carry her things because… it was just easy. Felt like nothing, honestly. He’d even forget he had anything at all!

Once Liam had given her cabin the all clear, she stepped past him. She began packing and it wasn’t until halfway through that she noticed a mysterious shoe box sized gift on the nightstand. Her brows furrowed as she stared at it in confusion while shoving some clothes in her bag. After a moment, while Liam was distracted she turned her body so that he couldn’t see the box as she examined the tag.

A gift from me to you. Use it well.
~ Mother

Sloane frowned, half turning back toward her packing, then froze. She grabbed the box and slid it under the bed. She’d come back for it… or not… or maybe she would. She shook her head, choosing not to focus on it as she hastily shoved the rest of her stuff in the bag.

Once all her stuff was gathered they retreated back to Liam’s cabin quietly, where he opened the door, walked inside, and tossed her stuff on the bed in his room. The couch wasn’t ideal for a man of his size, but he would tolerate it for a bit. He made a mental note to hoist the bed from the cabin they were just at over his shoulders to bring it here. That’d also be too easy.

"I’ll grab a bed from another cabin tomorrow. You know where the food is."

He was missing someone. It was Rocco. Liam poked his head out a window and saw the pup playing outside and enjoying himself, so he was also content. This place was mostly safe, so if Rocco wanted to explore, maybe he’d cheer up some otherwise emotional campers.

Sloane slowly followed after him, but lingered in the bedroom doorway after he dropped her bags. "Why don’t you rest?" she asked, motioning toward the bed. "You haven’t had a chance to since… You got back." Her voice was gentle, laced with concern. She wasn’t commanding him, but he said it himself, he was exhausted.

She slowly walked over to the bed and moved her bags to the ground in the corner. She then turned down the covers on the side that looked like the one he favored. "I have to shower. Then I’ll take Rocco for a walk." Sloane said as she dug through her things grabbing the first outfit she could find. She walked back over to him with her clothes bunched up in her folded arms. "Maybe I’ll even bring back something to eat." She smiled up at him before shifting up onto her tiptoes so she could place a kiss on his cheek. Ok… so she had to tug on his arm a little so he’d lean in a bit. The height difference was a lot.

"Sleep," she said with a little more force while pointing to the bed. Then without another word, she slipped out and headed to the bathroom.

Ah, Liam was at the mercy of the little woman. Wasn’t that true of so many men anyway? He gave her a lopsided grin and was left with little choice but to obey, "Yes, Ma’am." He tipped his invisible hat in a playful manner, then climbed on his side of the bed, which was surely indented. It honestly didn’t take but a minute or so for him to drift off, comfortable that things were settled for now.

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Everyone seemed to snicker at him or roll their eyes, the weak new fool of the grounds. The rest of it all blurred together. There was duel after duel and everyone else seemed to put up a fight or at least give a show with their weaponry skills, water, fire, allurance. What he gave was the first impression of every guy’s nightmare.

Proving harder to miss was the naked girl but even then, Lochlan’s eyes didn’t light up as they usually would, no scanning head to toe, no smirk formed on his face but somewhere in him he appreciated her body and her unabashed attitude to match it. He’d pocket the red head for later. For now…bigger fish to fry and all that or at least make sense of this whole new world he stepped into. But perhaps he should look at it as advantageous. The only one that had a clue of his power was the small doe-eyed girl and while he didn’t know what the others possessed exactly either, he had an idea now and a super smart sister to confer with if needed.

The arena had been near vacated by the time he snapped out of his own thoughts. He gave a quick glance around and left it behind him, choosing to roam and think more. Lochlan typically wasn't one to stew and waste time thinking so much, especially off path, but this environment called for more precautious measures. A bit more tact while prowling. Although Sloane....she was a massive speed bump. He hadn't seen her for years, and to see her here of all places and the way it just ended so coldly. Almost as if his thoughts spawned her, she came into existence yet again, appearing in the clearing in front of the main hall as he did from another direction. Or his own blind wandering mind and feet took him there at one hell of a time. But she didn't even come from the path...why would she, that'd be too easy of her. Lochlan sighed and headed for her because liked or not, he was getting closure about one of the many mysteries of this damn place and his life that were all hitting at once. Lochlan buried his hands in his pockets to seem more at ease, less like he was beelining her and appear less threatening, because he could blow up about the absolute mind fuck of a breakup and what the hell she was doing here.

"Sloane, I need to speak with you." He called. As he got closer, he realized the small pooch hanging around her. His brows pinched together slightly not taking the Astor siblings for pet people. Sloane could be but Sylas wasn't going to invest in or care for anything that didn't benefit himself. Maybe a punching bag. He shook it off and lifted his eyes back to her and stopped a couple feet away. Lochlan actually lagged standing before her with so many confused thoughts and feelings racing to be heard. Did he bother with civility and asking how she's been, what's with the dog, or go for the root of the problem. "What happened? I mean with us, and you. You never told me you were a god. You just left me and decided to hate me and vanish off the face of the earth. And now you're here." Lochlan and his rattled brain jumped between Sloane related issues. That she left him like they were nothing and she was a demigod. Lochlan wasn't delirious, he was sure they fell for each other genuinely and to leave like that and not tell him of her blood was uncharacteristically cruel. So yeah he was frazzled and confused to see her again in these circumstances. "I tried to reach out to you. You could've called or wrote or...send a pigeon or something at least." Lochlan threw his hands out in exasperation. That's all there really was to say, that he deserved better and he wanted to know why.

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Sloane made the mistake of taking her time, letting Rocco run about a bit. She even considered playing fetch with him for a moment until she saw Lochlan out of the corner of her eyes. A knot took hold of her insides, twisting and churning it uncomfortably. It was easy to forget about him and what happened when she wasn't staring at his stupid face every day. She even somehow managed to find her way back to her old self, who she used to be before him and Sylas. But now the past had to rear its ugly head, threatening to undo... everything.

"Come on, Rocco," she mumbled to the pup as she tried to wrangle him. Of course, he was a ball of energy and thought they were playing a new game. So even on a leash, he was playing hard to get, running around her legs and barking playfully. "I don't have time for this," she grumbled under her breath.

And, of course, the second Sloane started to make her way toward the main hall she heard his voice. "Sloane, I need to speak with you," he called out. She inhaled sharply, weighing her options. She could keep walking, pretending like she didn't hear him but she knew he wouldn't fall for it. He'd just chase after her like boys always did. Stupid boys.

She should just get it over with, like a bandaid. There was no way they could avoid this conversation, as much as she'd like to. Somehow they were both at Camp Athens now and they would be stuck seeing each other everyday for who knows how long. It sucked. And while she didn't owe Lochlan anything, she could at least give him the opportunity to say whatever it was he needed to say without Liam there. That would only end in a serious head injury... Or worse.

Sloane sighed softly as she pivoted on her heels, turning to face him as he approached. Once he was standing before her, Lochlan seemed to freeze like he forgot what he was going to say. She thought about walking away but decided to just cross her arms over her chest impatiently, while shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Then he finally spat it out like a mental and emotional vomit. "What happened? I mean with us, and you. You never told me you were a god. You just left me and decided to hate me and vanish off the face of the earth. And now you're here."

"Demigod," she corrected him mid-ramble.

"I tried to reach out to you. You could've called or wrote or...send a pigeon or something at least." Was he done now? The words stopped flooding from his mouth, so she could only assume so.

Sloane wasn't the type of person to laugh in another person's face, but if she was, that is exactly what she'd be doing. Instead, she stood there with a confused and slightly offended expression. "I didn't realize I needed to spell it out for you. I thought it was pretty self-explanatory." Her voice had a sharp bite to it as she spoke. "How about I refresh your memory," she said as she took a step toward him.

"I walked in on you having sex with someone else." Her words came out harsh and pointedly, like each one was a knife that dug deeper and deeper. "That's what happened, Lochlan." Gods, she didn't want to cry. But it was like all the pain and memories that she has suppressed for years were all coming to the surface once again. Sloane looked up, blinking her eyes a couple times to try and keep the tears at bay. He would not see her cry.

After taking a moment or two to calm herself, she exhaled softly, then addressed more of his onslaught of questions. "People warned me about dating a Carmichael, but I didn't listen. I always thought it was us against the world... I was wrong. " Sloane laughed weakly at her own stupidity. "You destroyed me. I shut down, closed everyone out and was just... a void, for years. I'd rather deal with my brother a thousand times over than go through that pain again. I wanted be as far away from you as possible. I wanted to forget everything about you." She sighed softly, looking down at the ground as she kicked a small rock. "I almost did," she added under her breath.

Lochlan made the poor decision of wanting to air out their dirty laundry and in doing so he also unlocked years of pent up pain and anger that Sloane had been keeping hidden away. She didn't realize how much resentment she had been holding onto until she finally just let it all come out in a fury. So much of what has gone wrong over the past couple years she traces back to that pivotal night. If he hadn't broken her, she wouldn't have spiraled, and if she wouldn't have spiraled, Sylas never would have been able to have such power over her. That pain festered inside of her, killing who she was piece by piece until there was barely anything left. And it wasn't until very recently that she started to see a glimmer of the person she used to be. She'd be damned if she let Lochlan's presence change that.

"And don't come at me with your hypocrisy," Sloane snapped as she jabbed her finger into his chest. "You never told me you were a demigod either." He had no right to get mad at her for something he also did. She might have dealt with far more than she should have, but one thing she couldn't stand was a hypocrite.

Rocco whined and pawed at her leg, begging for attention, or perhaps sensing her discomfort. Either way, Sloane was happy for the small distraction. She bent down and scooped the puppy up into her arms, being sure to give him a little ear rub as she stood back up. She let her gaze slowly drift back over to Lochlan with a less than pleased expression. "Are we done?" she asked coldly. There was no point in hiding that fact that she was less than thrilled to be having this conversation. Unless there was something else nagging at him, she was going to walk away and not look back.

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He was a little more than surprised to have Andy tugs his arms back around her, but at the same time, he was relieved and glad, not that his face showed either emotion. There was a heaviness in the room after expressing himself so openly and honestly while waiting for her own vocal response. Mason knew better than to assume they'd skip off into the sunset and all would be fine and dandy. And it seemed she was quiet for the longest time.

He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning his cheek to her damp hair, embracing her like this for the last time, expecting rejection. Something saying how she loved him too but wasn't ready, not in the same way and nothing could come from it. But just as anxiety turned to agonizing in his head, Andy spoke. "I... I love you too."

Mason's eyes opened again, set on her reflection right away. She looked oddly vulnerable but then again, so did he. And he had heard it before but he was in a haze with other thoughts and too many things going on around him, and she was the same. But with just the two of them now, in silence and with clarity...it hit differently. It really sunk in. He loved unwillingly, even when he told himself not to and it was requited love at that, for once in what felt like years. He didn't know what to do.

Andy had some idea at least by spinning around to face him. She reached out to cup his cheek and Mason watched her, able to just...let it be. No more fighting feelings or affection. He observed her carefully and blissfully for the first time, letting her close the distance she wished and explore the new side of him. In a way he got a new side of Andy too, something less guarded and sad, and just feel her love and he didn’t have to feel bad about it later.

Mason looked between her chocolate eyes all the while Andy offered a sweet anticipation as she closed the gap more and more until her nose could be felt brushing his cheek and her breath on his lips. But he waited for her, and took in the moment of having her so close and all to himself. Then at last, her lips came to his in a kiss, and Mason naturally reciprocated, taking Andy’s waist in his hands. Although gentle, tender and passionate, and Mason was sure to convey everything he felt for her every time their lips met, he couldn't kiss her forever although it seemed tempting.

He had carried it on for a while, reattaching his lips to her as she allowed. The only thing about if he kept going was that he'd want to take it further and further. And no matter how repressed his feelings had been and how much he thought he owed it to himself, Andy's readiness mattered. Mason was the one that ended up taking her hand and drawing away slowly, placing a kiss on her knuckles. "Sorry." He smiled a little guiltily at her. "I just want to do this right."

He sighed out gently, forcing himself to look anywhere else because she was incredibly attractive and too tempting, Mason wished she knew. But Andy was oblivious to her own appeal, making him smile. And all in all it was embarrassing to have to stop a kiss because he couldn't control himself. "Feels like a long time coming is all." He didn't know if explaining it was making it better or worse or more embarrassing for himself. But he had wanted Andy for a long time. Despite tensions and drama and his own denial.

Mason slid his fingers through hers. "Are you staying in your cabin for the rest of the night?"



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"I didn’t realize I needed to spell it out for you. I thought it was pretty self-explanatory. How about I refresh your memory," Sloane was assertive and firm in her voice and movements. For a second he almost thought he was actually in trouble and could have been in the wrong.

"I walked in on you having sex with someone else. That’s what happened, Lochlan." She said it with venom, pointed and harsh. It was a little take back seeing Sloane wear this new shade of anger and resentment but more to the point, she was crazy.

Lochlan looked her over stunned for a second then gripped his hair. "I didn’t sleep with anyone else during our relationship! There was only you!" He argued, exasperated. His fists clenched in his own hair at how frustrating and mental this girl was. Then again, there’d be no reason for her to make up such a lie…at least there were better lies to give than that. So he indulged her for a second. "Even if you somehow did, I thought it was you." Saying it out loud sounded beyond stupid and like the poorest excuse a person could possibly conjure for cheating. But he got to know Sloane and he knew her body, and he’d only ever been with her. Even blind drunk or drugged-up Lochlan knew that and didn't want to jeopardize anything.

"People warned me about dating a Carmichael, but I didn’t listen. I always thought it was us against the world… I was wrong." While she laughed, Lochlan frowned knowing more and worse were to come. "You destroyed me. I shut down, closed everyone out and was just… a void, for years. I’d rather deal with my brother a thousand times over than go through that pain again. I wanted be as far away from you as possible. I wanted to forget everything about you. I almost did." Who knew words could pack such a punch? Lochlan pressed his tongue to his cheek rocking restlessly, then inhaled deeply and sighed out, looking into the wilderness of camp with this new weight laid out on him, basically being accused of changing a whole person he once loved. He wouldn’t typically care and call it bullshit except it was said from her own mouth.

"And don’t come at me with your hypocrisy," Sloane snapped next, jabbing her finger into his chest. He rubbed a hand over the area. "You never told me you were a demigod either."

"I thought it’d make me a freak," he rebutted. Lochlan surprised himself. Not with honesty but that nasty habit to spout a lie without thinking, and it was the first lie he ever told Sloane. His face changed to a deer caught in headlights. She deserved better, and probably knew better. Not to mention how that one seed of lie gave her reason to doubt his whole credibility and everything else he said. He waved it away dismissively but inside he was apologetic and guilty. He knew how much trust he had to overcome for Sloane and he butchered it…double butchered it now. "Forget that, I….I just didn’t think to. We got so involved I thought it was too late to shed another secret and you’d just think I’m some jacked up, manipulative bastard playing with you." Although looking at her now, that might’ve already been the case.

The puppy nagged at Sloane, Lochlan’s eyes shifting to the cute creature then Sloane knowing this was her great opportunity for escape. And he could let her take it, or press on for more closure. "Are we done?" Her stony exterior said she was.

Lochlan’s jaw clenched. "For now," he said, his own expression and voice turning deadpan.

He replaced his hands in his pockets waiting for Sloane to march away. But with her retreating figure another question sprang to mind. "Who do you come from?" he called. If there was ever a tell sign of what Lochlan planned to do next, he gave it away. Maybe it was her heritage to be a little deluded and angry. He’d have to consult google or Blair when she was done playing naked saint and devil.

"Get help, Sloane!" He called.

He stayed there for a beat or two then once she was out of sight, he sighed out, visibly slumping. "Jeezus," he muttered. Spinning on his heel to face the hall, he spotted a roused kind of couple. Or certainly, the blonde female was. The lion tamer no less, Lochlan recognized. He smirked to himself, perking up. He wished the lion had done with more ripping of her clothes - actually, the whole battle could've done with some modification once the redhead was bare.

Lochlan put himself in range of them, walking by casually and he intended to keep going and just have a look, but that rump looked fine and he clapped a hand back on her butt as he passed.

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Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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It had been too much sleep for the son of Ares. Also, not enough sleep. It was complicated. Liam wanted to stay asleep, possibly even through the night. He felt like he hadn’t genuinely closed his eyes since his trip to literal Hell. He groaned heavily as he rolled onto his back. He wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand, a bit grossed out that it had accumulated in the stubble that had grown back within the hour or so.

Did he shave at all? It must not have been very good. Then again, he grew hair quite quickly. Nevertheless, he spent some time staring at the ceiling. Again. It was beginning to become a cycle of waking, thinking about whether or not he had slept or even been awake before this, and then falling back into another short rest. He never thought it was possible for a human being to be so damn exhausted but so restless all at once. The worst part was that he couldn’t put the words together to explain how he was feeling given that his verbal and emotional IQ was a whole whopping digit.

He turned his head to peer out the door. Nothing stirred in his cabin - not even his pup. Sloane must have taken the dog out, which it was no doubt thankful for. If it hadn’t been for the saintly woman, he would have been sorely neglected. Especially during Liam’s short stay in Tartarus.

He finally pulled himself off of the bed and walked out of his room. He didn’t bother to check his appearance. He was shaggy. His clothes were wrinkled. If he had bothered to look in the mirror at all, he would have noted that his eyes were nearly bloodshot.

The way he forced himself out of the house was devoid of his usual grandeur. Heavy feet dragged along the beaten pathway; footprints simply drag marks lazily pulling at the dirt and twigs. He had no energy. For an Ares child, it felt like death. He felt like death. Even his brain, whatever few working brain cells he had, was foggy.

Didn’t Sloane say something about food? Why was that the only bit of the conversation he had remembered? As if things weren’t already weird, he had forgotten about whatever was spoken. He’s sure it was important.

It didn’t matter. His brain wasn’t all there, and the path he ended up taking was less than beaten. Had he been in his right mind, he might have heard the shouting match between Lochlan and Trinity, but to be honest - everything sounded like a murmur right now. He was so damn beaten. Somehow, in some unknown amount of time, he made it to the main hall without walking off of one of Camp Athen’s many notorious cliffs.
The first thing that caught his attention was how that shrimp did something to his half-sister’s butt. Listen, he knows Trinity can take care of herself. But damn, if he didn’t want to pop that idiot’s head off. After Sloane, he was beginning to learn that women wanted to take care of their own problems around these parts. That’s fine. Beside that, Trinity could probably use a little release from any pent up anger. Anger that all children of Ares seemed to have.

He was going to walk away. Honestly…. He was. He was going to let Trinity have his moment, but after he realized that Tartarus was right around the corner for the both of them, he decided that it wouldn’t be in her best interest. She had already been caged up like an animal once. And well, Liam had already been to Hell. He didn’t need Trinity to deal with that trauma, either.

Sooooo, even if she’d be pissed at him for stealing her thunder, he came up on Lochlan. He wasn’t angry. At least, he didn’t feel angry at the moment. His hands were still in his pockets, and like a bull, he used the whole girth and strength of his body to simply force Lochlan forward until his face came into contact with the nearest wall. Lochlan was not facing him, and Liam didn’t care. It was probably better for the other man that there was no immediate access to his face.

He reached out, placed both palms on the wall near both sides of Lochlan’s head and practically growled, "I’d let my sister rip your head off, but then she’d end up in fuckin’ Hell. So, I’m just going to warn you…," he paused for a moment and leaned in close to one of his ears, "I just got back from there. Test me if you need a thrill." It took a lot of Liam’s already hair-thin patience to not bash Lochlan’s teeth into the side of the building, but without another word, the son of Hera got off relatively easy. Very easy, if you asked anyone around camp.

He'd leave Lochlan at the mercy of Wes, then. He hoped that Trinity wouldn't break all of the Shrimp's fingers. At once, at the very least.

The hulking slump of weariness then went into the main hall, did a quick scan for Sloane, and turned back around to head out. He must have missed her, or maybe she went somewhere else for a bit.

Eventually he found her; rather, Rocco found him and upon looking up, he then saw Sloane not too far behind. He bent down for a second and gave the pup a good pat, then, with a heavy sigh leaving his chest, stood back up and looked at the brunette. His voice was a mere exhausted drawl, and he sounded a bit helpless for such a large and intimidating man. "Can you, I dunno - like use your powers to make me sleep for eight hours? Or maybe… you know-”" he cut himself off and shuffled around for a moment, "I’m not a bitch, I just -" He tilted his head to the left and right a few times. "Need… I dunno… help… sleeping. I don’t think I can function like this." He gestured to all of himself. Whatever that was.

He scratched the back of his neck. He was a man. A manly man. Nightmares. What a fucking joke. "Never mind… I’m just rambling. Did you get food, or…?" He tried to change the subject, but kind of felt like he wouldn't be as successful as he thought.

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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: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Blair Carmichael Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen
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"It’s fine, it’s fine. We’re good. And we’re going to be good for a while. No matter whose clothes go where. I'll chuck some of mine at your cabin and you can chuck some at mine." Trinity reassured Wes with a confidence in her words he wasn't quite used to. The pair of them had been playing this whole strange tip-toeing game for sometime. But it seemed they had finally reached a level of comfort with each other. And even though he rambled nervously, she wasn't scared away. It was nice.

And, of course, the whole moment was promptly ruined by the abrupt hand on his ass. "Sorry, handsome. Just enjoying fine craftsmanship."

While Wes was capable to handle the handsy woman, or just ignore it, Trinity was not so quick to move on. "Wanna run that by me again!?' When she stepped forward, he followed, gently taking ahold of her wrist, hoping she'd step down.

Rae was swift to intervene on Blair's behalf, offering an apology with a smile in an attempt to deescalate the situation before things got out of hand. "Apologies, you two. Blair is new, and I will kindly remind her that we operate on the woman code here at Camp Athens. We don't touch other people's significant others. I'm sure it will be the end of that."

"It's simply the Aphrodite pheromones making her do crazy things. She doesn't have the fierce and beautiful Wes-Repellent yet."
Wes's gaze followed Rae's motion towards Trinity. "You two have a lovely evening. Okay?"

While Trinity crossed her arms over her chest, Wes's hand released her wrist and moved to gently cup the back of her neck. "Perhaps I need a T-shirt, or a tattoo across my forehead... 'Property of Trinity'," he jested, trying to ease the tension, while his thumb gently caressed circles beneath the base of her skull.

"Right." Trinity spun around, facing Rae as she retreated towards the hall, causing Wes's hand to fall once again. "Rae. Kindly suggest she take those crazy uncontrollable hormones and take them out on eligible bachelor like... Duke or someone. Or literally... fuck yourself." He gently scratched at the back of his neck with a slightly guilty smile. While no one wanted to be scolded by Trinity, Wes couldn't deny that there was a small part of him that enjoyed watching her get all possessive over him. It wasn't something he was used to.

Eventually Rae disappeared into the hall, leaving Wes and Trinity alone. While she didn't follow the handsy brunette inside, he could see the amount of restraint it took her to not go after her. The air felt as tense as Trinity watched. "What a dog. Those pheromones will be the death of me. In the sanity department anyway."

Wes smiled weakly. "If I could turn it off I would."

They started making their way towards the cabin, and stupidly enough, Wes thought that was that. But after a few more steps Trinity's started to slow before she held up a finger. "You know what, no. Excuse me."

It only took a few headstrong footsteps for the fiery blonde to reach the door to the main hall. All the while, Wes scrambled to pivot and chase after her, muttering, "Shit. Shit. Shit," under his breath. He entered the room just as Trinity picked up the knife. Like the idiot he is, he did try to grab Trinity's arm before she did anything, but she was fast... Faster than he was. The weapon was already flying through the air before he reached her.

Luckily... Or perhaps unluckily depending on who you asked, the knife only managed to impale itself into Blair's cardigan and chair, not the girl herself. Wes stood there like a deer in headlights for a moment or two after Trinity had already made her way back outside. Eventually, his brain caught up and he followed after her, like he always did.

It seemed whatever tension that Trinity was feeling had melted away with the release of a bit of violence. She hooked her arm in his and spoke with a renewed energy. "Shall we go?"

They hadn't gotten very far when another demigod crossed their paths. Foolish of Wes to think nothing of it, apparently. It seemed as though overnight everyone at camp had gotten a full dose of horniness or something. Because rather than walking by like anyone else would have... You know, normal and not pervy, the new guy decided he too wanted a piece of some ass, but this time it was Trinity's.

Wes wasn't a very agile or swift man, but his mechanical arm moved with such fast reflexes it even shocked him. His hand snapped behind Trinity and seized the guy's wrist before he was able to withdraw. "Excuse me?" The annoyance in his voice was palpable as he slowly turned around to face Lochlan. "Who the f—" Before he could get a single threat out, Liam's big stupid head came charging at the guy like some kind of bull. It ripped Lochlan right out of his grasp and straight into a wall, leaving Wes standing there in stupid bewilderment with his jaw dropped and brows furrowed.

"I’d let my sister rip your head off, but then she’d end up in fuckin’ Hell. So, I’m just going to warn you…" Wes sighed heavily as he crossed his arms over his chest. Wasn't it his job to be threatening the asshole that touched Trin's ass? You know, her boyfriend? Did that just mean next it'd be him slammed into a wall when Liam finds out that they slept together? "I just got back from there. Test me if you need a thrill."

Once Liam had trudged off, Wes was left standing there with his arms crossed like a pouting child two seconds away from a temper tantrum. "Well what's the fucking point in threatening you now!?" He threw up his hands in exasperation before turning to walk away. "What the hell is in the water here?!" He angrily scolded towards the skies as he stomped off towards the woods.

He didn't mean to walk off without Trinity, but he was annoyed, frustrated, and honestly, emasculated. It was his job to put Lochlan in his place for touching his girl. It wasn't often that Wes ever had to, or got the chance to, stand up in defense of Trinity. She could take care of herself, but someone else touching her not only insulted her but him as well. Then, of course, Liam's stupid face had to shove into places like an idiot. So the one opportunity he had to be a man was gone and he was left being the damsel like he always was.

Wes continued to huff and grump to himself as he trudged off into the woods. It wasn't until he was halfway to the cabins that he managed to get out of his head... a little. Just enough to realize he left Trinity behind. He groaned, burying his face in the palm of his hand. "Shit."



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Mason didn't pull away when she kissed him and briefly, Andy thought he might have. Every time there was but a fraction of affection between them a second later it would be gone as one of them inevitably withdrew. The moments they shared before were few and fleeting, and nearly caused more destruction than good. It might not have been their most passionate kiss, but it was the most freeing, without strings or burdens or fear of what comes after.

His arms wrapped around her waist, somehow pulling her closer although they already stood chest to chest. Andy's fingers slowly slipped to the nape of his neck and curled into the hair at the base of his skull. If their lips parted it wasn't for long, just enough to catch their breath. Everything began to fade. She would have let herself be consumed by the moment, wrapped up in only him, if he hadn't slowly pulled away.

He took hold of her hand that cupped his head and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss upon her knuckles. "Sorry." Mason smiled, a hint of guilt hidden behind his eyes. "I just want to do this right."

Andy's expression mirrored his with an embarrassed chuckle and flushed cheeks. "I understand," she nodded in agreement. Nothing about their relationship was done the right way up until that point. Camp and Gods... and demigods seemed to have a way of muddying everything. It showed how much he truly cared that he didn't want to treat her like other girls, that it wasn't just about sex.

Her smile grew slightly as she watched Mason look away and smile, almost like he was bashful. It was a side of him she wasn't used to. Mason was often harsh and cold. She saw glimpses of his warmth and softness, but for fleeting moments when no one was around. But the openness and almost nervous bashfulness you get around someone you like was new. That was something they both had to keep locked away and hidden. Andy liked seeing these new sides of him. It was almost like her own little secret that only she got to see.

"Feels like a long time coming is all."

Andy's smile faded slightly as she slowly lowered herself to sit on her bed. A small pit of guilt twisted her stomach at his words. She had known his feelings for awhile, even if he wouldn't admit it. And while she didn't know to what extent or how deep they were... She knew. And she herself was in just as much denial as he was. She might have mentioned it once or twice, it was mostly in hopes that it would pull out his own truth. But she still clung to a relationship that was dying, fighting for someone who didn't fight for her. All the while Mason was fighting the same battle. She felt like a hypocrite... Like it was wrong for her to feel happiness after the triangle they were in.

Mason's hand found hers and his fingers slowly entangled with hers. "Are you staying in your cabin for the rest of the night?"

Andy slowly looked up to meet his gaze and shrugged her shoulders. "I planned on showering," she said while looking down at her body for a moment. She was mostly dry from her spar, but among the water there was sweat, dirt and Gods know what else. Plus a shower was always a good way for her to clear her mind... And make sure everything was real. The past 24 hours had been nothing short of a rollercoaster, the trials, the spars... Mason. All of it. She could be forgiven for thinking it could be a dream.

Her gaze drifted back up to meet his. "Other than that, I have no plans. What about you?" That's when her own nerves started to creep in. Was he asking just out of curiosity or was he hinting at them spending time together? While this wasn't either of their first relationships, they were fumbling in new uncharted territory... Was it a relationship? Were they labeling it? They both just said they loved each other... So what did that mean? Andy's mind quickly started spinning in circles. It was always so easy for her to overthink everything.

Before she could make herself sick overanalyzing everything, she let herself just say what she wanted to before she had a chance to talk herself out of it. "You can stay... If you want."



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While the incident of Blair groping Wes had already half left her mind, it seemed that her little action wasn't so quick to disappear. Rae swiftly caught up to her just as she finished filling her plate. "His girlfriend almost ripped my head off in the arena while I was a 500-pound lion. I suggest that you somehow find a way to channel those intoxicating pheromones into this thing we, at Camp Athens, call fear."

Blair shrugged her shoulders slightly as she took a grape from her plate and popped it into her mouth. "I know I should be scared of her. But..." She paused to think for a moment before grabbing another grape. "I'm not." She shrugged her shoulders and ate the fruit. Yeah, sure, Ares kids are super scary and can murder anyone. But they're all so hot headed. She was never the type to be intimidated by a bully, even if they could kick her ass. Perhaps it was because she played dirty and would just become intangible if they tried touching her... Either way.

Before either of them followed after Duke to whichever table he chose, Rae shifted the conversation back to more pressing matters. "Not sure. When I first got here I was rudely interrupted by the daughter of Zeus. She's not here anymore, so I don't know why he's being all shy. Maybe he needs a little help operating off of a leash. He seems responsible. Those types mean we get to chase a little more. That's fun."

"Responsible boys are boring," Blair scoffed playfully before she started heading towards Duke, assuming Rae was following along. "But you are right... They are much more fun to corrupt."

Just before they were in earshot of Duke, Blair slowed her steps and tipped her head toward Rae so only she would hear. "If all else fails we can just start making out. That always makes guys' heads spin." She giggled in a playful, maybe even a bit flirty, way that was sure to make Duke question what they were talking about. "Hey handsome, miss us?"

While Blair had already forgotten and moved on from her transgressions of the past 5 minutes, it seemed that others were not so quick to forgive and forget. She was happily giggling and batting her eyelashes at Duke like any flirty girl would when a knife impaled itself in her cardigan, pinning it to her seat. Whatever smile was on her face faded as her brows furrowed. She looked in the direction that it came from in time to see Trinity turn and head for the door. "That's Dolce & Gabbana you fucking heathen!" she called after the blonde's retreating form before she yanked the knife free and slammed it on the table.

Blair sighed, rolling her eyes as she slouched back in her chair. "Is everybody at this stupid camp so uptight?" She stabbed her fork into a piece of food with a bit more aggression than intended and took a bite. "And I thought posh kids were the ones with sticks up their asses," she mused more to herself than her present company.

She pouted for a bit, eating her food in an annoyed silence. Her cardigan was worth more than the angry blonde's entire wardrobe. You don't just mend Dolce & Gabbana. And while Blair had a habit of ruffling people's feathers, she wasn't seeking out confrontation... Not on her first day, anyway. She found herself glancing at the entrance occasionally as if at any moment Trinity might burst through and throw another knife at her. Luckily, there were no more disruptions the duration of her meal and once she finished she could finally put it all behind her... again.

After taking a sip of her water, Blair leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and cupping her hands together. "So, Duke, are you a virgin?" Her question was blunt. Ok, so she was nosey, and he was boring. What better way to break the ice than by asking uncomfortably personal questions? It wouldn't bother her in the slightest if someone asked her the same question. But considering Nick's own stupidity earlier, she doubted her virginity was ever a question anyone had.

"Because this whole," she motioned her hand up and down at Duke, "Stoic, I don't talk to anyone, thing you've got going on would lead me to think you are. But..." Blair's brow quirked up curiously as she looked him up and down. "Something about you also gives me strong dom energy." She shrugged her shoulders innocently as if she just asked what his favorite color or football team was. No, there was no subtlety when it came to Blair.

She brought her glass to her lips, giving Rae a mischievous side eye as she took a very slow sip of water. When she set her glass down, Blair quirked her head to the side slightly as she waited for his answer with bated breath.



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Sylas had hoped his answer was sufficient. He never claimed to be an open book and being honest with anyone wasn't an easy task for him. Evelyn should revel in what she managed to divulge from him. But there was a part of him that wanted her to feel comfortable around him, although he wasn't sure why. He'd been around beautiful women before but they didn't have the same draw... Not like she did. Maybe there was a small part of him that wanted someone to accept him the way he was, flaws and all, without thinking he was inadequate or trying to change him. But that was something that would never happen. He knew better.

"What a privilege." He didn't have to see her face to sense the slight smile and playful sarcasm in her tone. Perhaps the serious questions have subsided, for the day, at least. "Not even if Eris demanded it?" Spoke too soon.

His smile quickly faded to a stoic, empty expression as the light air between them seemed to be sucked up like a vacuum. Sylas swallowed hard, clenching his jaw at the question. He had no one to blame but himself for getting lost in the moment and letting his guard down. But the question struck a cord that quickly thrust him back into his shell. While Evelyn might have been slowly getting more comfortable, he sat up. He leaned forward, bending his legs and wrapping his arms around his knees. His right hand held his opposite wrist as his thumb tapped, trying to figure out how to respond.

"So that's what I am then? A pawn?" Reality always seemed to have a sharp bite to it. He said time and time again that he was dangerous and not someone to be trusted. Yet a part of him hoped that maybe he was wrong, or somehow someone could see goodness in him and pull it out. But who was he kidding? He knew going into this conversation that it was doomed to start. His trial showed him as a murderer, cold and heartless... Eris's puppet. And who was he to argue? He wasn't a good person, he didn't try to be. But while he had always known he was a monster, having others see it and call it out was different. Or maybe it was just different because it came from her. Gods damn him for letting a woman cloud his mind.

"I'll go easy on you one day," Evelyn said, trying to lighten the mood... Too late.

"We both know that's not true," he replied as he moved to his feet and dusted off his pants. No one ever went easy on him his entire life. Maybe that's why he was the way he was... Always having to prove himself and always falling short. Sylas didn't know what the catalyst was but it didn't matter. Thats who he was now, a cold, callus, vindictive piece of shit. It was him against the world and he's accepted that.

"I still can't make heads or tails of you," Evelyn confessed. Maybe that was a good thing. Sylas had been worrying himself too much about her opinions of him. "It's very frustrating. So if you could be simpler, that'd be helpful."

Sylas hmm-ed a flat chuckle as he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He flipped open the lid, revealing a couple cigarettes. He took one and rolled it around between his index finger and thumb for before placing it between his lips.

"Alternatively, you could tell me what you want." He could hear the curiosity and amusement in her tone. For a moment he nearly caved, almost cracking a smile and giving some sarcastic response. Instead he lit the cigarette and took a long drag. "World domination, to become a chef....?"

Did he answer? Did he just walk away? Sylas didn't know how to respond. It was like his head and heart were at war with one another, fighting for control. His gaze fell to the ground as his foot absently kicked a small rock around. "I want to be seen," he responded, surprising himself.

That was enough honesty and vulnerability for one day. Without another word, Sylas turned around and headed back towards the woods in the direction they came from. Every few steps he'd inhale, sucking in the smoke and flicking ashes on the ground carelessly. Did he feel bad about leaving Evelyn there? No... Yes? He didn't know. She asked and he complied. He couldn't afford to be so exposed with such reckless abandon. Women were a weakness... she was a weakness. He was an idiot letting himself get swept away in her mystery. He knew better.

It wasn't long before Sylas reached his cabin. He flicked his cigarette butt off to the side before he ascended the steps. He slowed as he caught sight of a box sitting on the ground in front of the door. He looked around trying to find who left it behind but there wasn't a soul around. With a sigh, he scooped it up with his free hand and walked inside. Rather than opening the package, he tossed it on a side table and slumped down onto the couch with a sigh. "Fuck," he mumbled under his breath as pinched the bridge of his nose.



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So that was Lochlan's story? He thought it was her. That was rich. Sloane almost laughed at his sad attempt at a lie. Even she could think of something better than that. She didn't know what she expected when he wanted to talk, but this wasn't it. Maybe he would apologize? Explain why he did it? No. Just excuses.

"I thought it’d make me a freak." Even if Sloane wasn't a demigod, if he would have told her this in honesty she would have believed him. When they were together she believed everything he told her... Stupid.

"Bullshit," she called his bluff.

"Forget that, I… I just didn’t think to. We got so involved I thought it was too late to shed another secret and you’d just think I’m some jacked up, manipulative bastard playing with you."

"You're not?" Sloane asked coldly, raising a brow. "I would have handled that better than catching you cheating. But I guess you pick your battles." She shrugged her shoulders.

Sloane was thankful Rocco was growing restless. She was over this conversation and had no desire rehashing that night, especially not if Lochlan was all but accusing her of being crazy rather than owning up to his own bullshit. Whether or not he was done she was. He was welcome to chase after her and spew more nonsense but she wanted no more of this. The trials were enough, she didn't need this too.

"For now," Lochlan conceded, reluctantly. She hadn't taken more than a couple steps before he called out after her. "Who do you come from?"

She sighed, exasperated, as she turned to face him. "What does it matter?"

Sloane had barely turned back around when he shouted after her one last time. "Get help, Sloane!"

She was ready to walk away. She wanted nothing to do with this conversation or him. But Lochlan's words flipped a switch in her. Perhaps it was camp that made her so unhinged or maybe it was Liam helping her to learn to stand up for herself, she didn't know. Sloane set Rocco down on the ground before quickly closing the distance between herself and Lochlan. She was smaller than him, but that didn't stop her. She brought her hand back and slapped him across the face with what strength she did have. "How dare you insinuate that I'm crazy, Lochlan Carmichael!"

"I was on a flight home from Moscow that night, or did you decide to conveniently forget that too? If anyone here is crazy, it's you!" Her voice was practically laced in venom. Before Lochlan could get a chance to say anything she shoved him away. "Go fuck yourself!" There was no way in hell Sloane was going to wait around for him to say anything else. She grabbed Rocco's leash and marched off into the woods leaving Lochlan standing there like an idiot.

Once she was out of site of Lochlan or anyone else, Sloane's footsteps slowed until she stopped dead in her tracks. She struggled to breathe as her chest heaved from the adrenalin. She gripped her sides as she attempted to steady her breathing. With each exhale she felt herself losing control. She buried her face in her hand, no longer able to fight the tears and the wave of emotions that crashed into her. Every inhale hitched in her lungs, rattling her whole body. It took everything in her not to fall to her knees and succumb to... all of it.

Footsteps approached from behind. She had every intention of ignoring whomever it was until she heard him speak. "Can you, I dunno—like use your powers to make me sleep for eight hours? Or maybe… you know—I’m not a bitch, I just—Need… I dunno… help… sleeping. I don’t think I can function like this."

Sloane inhaled one last, deep, shaky breath and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her turtleneck before she turned to face him. She nodded her head in agreement before replying in a sheepish tone. "I can do that." She gave her best smile but it was pathetic and would do nothing to convince anyone. Her eyes were blood shot and puffy, and her whole face was flushed.

"Never mind… I’m just rambling. Did you get food, or…?"

She stared at the ground, focusing on a piece of grass rather than meeting his gaze. "I lost my appetite." It wasn't a lie, whatever desire she had to eat was long gone. There were just extenuating circumstances behind it.

Before Liam could say or ask anything else Sloane reached out and took his hand. "Let's go," she said while nodding her head in the direction of the cabins.

The walk was slow and quiet. Rocco ran in circles around them, chasing squirrels or picking up random sticks. Neither one of them seemed to be in a rush or in a talking mood. It made the walk felt longer than normal. But eventually they reached the cabin and made their way inside.

"Go take a shower," she said gently as she pointed towards the bathroom. "It'll help you sleep and ease tension." She flashed him another weak smile before nudging him forward.

Once he finally disappeared into the bathroom, Sloane went to the bedroom. She sifted through his clothes until she found something that looked decent for him to sleep in, just some basketball shorts and fresh boxers. She made her way back over to the bathroom. And rather than bothering him, she just cracked the door and set the fresh clothes on the sink for him. When she went back into the bedroom, she decided to change as well. But instead of digging through her bags, she grabbed one of Liam's t-shirts. It was so big on her that it was practically a dress. The hems nearly reached her knees and elbows. She hoped he wouldn't mind her borrowing it, but she couldn't be bothered unpacking her bags at the moment.

Sloane turned down the bed, making sure it was ready for him, before going to the kitchen. She stared at the fridge for a couple minutes before deciding to make some hot chocolate. She wasn't sure how much it'd help him sleep, but it was a comfort drink and warm. It was a worth a shot. She even made sure to toss in a couple marshmallows before taking the two mugs back to the bedroom.

She set Liam's on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, then stood there for a long moment, looking between the bed and the living room. After everything, Sloane decided it was ridiculous for one of them to sleep on the couch where there was plenty of room for both of them. So, with a sigh, she moved around to the other side and took a seat, crossing her legs beneath her. As she waited on him to finish, she mindlessly flipped through some men's magazine that was on the nightstand and sipped her hot cocoa.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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She jolted with a gasp and quicker than lightning - quicker than her, Wes had reached out taking the guy's wrist. “Excuse me?” Trinity turned too, to only watch the confrontation. “Who the f—” For a fraction of a second before Liam bulldozed through like a bat out of hell.

With his wrist grasped in a heartbeat by Wes, Lochlan was surprised but also briefly envious of the terminator-like limb.

The next thing he knew, he was charged into the wall by brute, uncontrollable force. He yelled out and winced. God, what the fuck was it with these people making him some rag doll?! He quickly realized it was the same damn hulk that knocked him out in the arena. “I’d let my sister rip your head off, but then she’d end up in fuckin’ Hell. So, I’m just going to warn you…” it went quiet for a moment but Lochlan could still feel him looming over him. “I just got back from there. Test me if you need a thrill.”

He'd ask if it was a promise or some other smart remark, but he knew that'd be a sure way to death row or getting something broken because somehow... the big guy didn't seem to be exaggerating. Lochlan already knew the mountain of roids could make super quick work of him. And seemed to have it out for him.

Trinity kinda just watched it all unfold in shock, because she was last to the punch. And it wasn't tag-teaming to beat the creep up, it was just a who wanted to beat the new guy up most contest. When Liam spoke, Trinity inhaled deeply, hoping Liam didn't take it too far all for the sake of protecting her. Or his own rage. She released the breath she was holding once his threat finished, and if he bothered to look at her, she'd give him a little nod of respect. Actually, she was quite proud. Not of his big brotherly duties as such, though, there was a hint of pride for that too but, that he didn't dismember the germ. She was surprised there wasn't some dent left in the wall near Lochlan's head, where his head was or missing teeth or blood.

Once that presence was gone, the air got lighter again and it felt like he could breathe.

As quick as pride hit her, and Liam's body didn't shadow the new guy's anymore, disgust and anger hit her, scowling at Lochlan once he became properly visible again. “Well what's the fucking point in threatening you now!?” Wes exclaimed. Trinity turned to him stunned. “What the hell is in the water here?!” He shouted next, almost like a madman to no one while he stomped away. Leaving her, with the creep.

She wasn't one that felt awkward much, but something about having two men flock to her honour, and one of them crack it about not being able to threaten the culprit was....odd. She turned back to Lochlan, death threat in her eyes. She came forward, jaw clenched and fists balled. “Don’t touch me, ever, again.” She snatched up his arm and twisted it. “Or I'll break it.”

Well her boyfriend and brother seemed to leave her in good faith. He actually thought he was safe for a second until she stalked towards him. Once she twisted his arm, he growled out. Pain was his new friend in this camp it seemed. “Enough! Listen to me...” he ordered through clenched teeth, through the pain. Boy did it take focus to command her through her iron grip, but his powers were most effective through touch - skin-on-skin contact in fact and she had him firm. “Ease up. Let go.”

She had a sure mind to break his arm anyway, it was the least he deserved, but she found her grip started to lighten - fingers twitching and a reluctance to let go, then she lifted her hand off his arm entirely. She blinked a couple times, and backed off, glanced over her shoulder where Wes was last seen storming off, but looked back at the new demigod and was inclined to hear him out.

Lochlan blew out his lips as release came and shook out his arm that was previously pinned and twisted by the blonde. He noticed he still captivated her attention. Likely coming from the listen to me portion of the influence. “I'm sorry, okay? This is my first day, and it's been pretty fucked up and out of my control. The first exercise I get thrown into, I'm pitted against the biggest, baddest motherfucker in this glorified prison, that knocks me out within two seconds. I wouldn't be surprised if I lost some brain cells taking a hit like that! Then I just found out my ex, who I thought was the love of my life, is a demigod that goes here, and she's been ghosting me because she thinks I cheated, which is bullshit. So she's mad at me and thinks low of me, and do you know how hard it is to get Sloane mad!? She actually slapped me. I jumped hurdles for that girl, did a full 180, and she's fabricated some story that she caught me cheating. And now, I'm pretty sure I have a target on my back from that angry jacked up motherfucker, who happens to be your brother, and sorry, but probably does belong behind bars! I have never felt like such an endangered species before!” Lochlan was left panting as the raving finally came to an end. And honestly, it felt a little therapeutic getting it out there. “What I did, was not okay, and I apologize. I just really couldn't help it. Something came over me, and I'm not myself.”

Lochlan didn't have to apologise but it was smarter to. At least once his influence wore off, she still might believe it, especially when paired with his open overwhelming honest rant, and acting. He was sorry, but mainly that he got caught and it had been the wrong girl and time apparently. He should've wooed and seduced a lady first. But it was a compliment. Her ass was literally a god's gift.

Trinity stared vacantly listening to the new demigod open up about one hundred and one problems in one day. She tilted her head slightly hearing Sloane's name dropped as the ex. Reserved, bookworm, good Sloane dated this guy? It was hard to believe but maybe a major turning point and error for her. She didn't offer advice because she had none, plus he seemed relieved to just unload his shit day on her. She looked over her shoulder again, wanting to chase after Wes. But another part, listen to the man still. “It's probably the Aphrodite pheromones,” she muttered, after he apologized again and explained he wasn't himself. His words struck her as true and sincere and she didn't want him feeling mega bad about it.

He had his hands on his hips, tongue pressed to his cheek at all the injustice he suffered within the first day, shifting his weight from foot to foot. All of that today. But what the blonde muttered caught his attention and made him freeze. “What?”

“Wesley,” Trinity gestured behind her. “He's...he's the son of Aphrodite. They kind of have a natural attraction to them and play with pheromones in the air. Makes people do stupid things.”

Lochlan's frustration became pleasure, as he smirked. “That's a pretty nifty gift.” He dimmed the smirk as more reason fed into his impulsive actions. “You know that's probably it. I think the pheromones just took a hold of me, and because Wesley's not up my alley, I think I took it out on the nearest suitable person. I still feel like it doesn't excuse my actions. You're an attractive girl-uh, woman on your own but combined with pheromone control... I would never jump to hand's on. Especially considering I don't even know your name. Or...heritage, for all I know Dionysus could've dropped another prize off. I'm Lochlan.”

Those Aphrodite hormones were so annoying. But odd what listening could do...Trinity actually picked up and responded to social cues like a real girl. “I'm Trinity and you'll be glad to hear at the least, we are not related. My brother and I belong to Ares. Have Ares's blood.”

The more he talked, the more he learned and the more interesting things got and the more he saw opportunities. Lochlan didn't know why but he assumed Ares wouldn't procreate- not to have some actual sturdy functional kids anyway. And not a girl. He assumed the god of war would slaughter girls or something for some reason and beat on his boys til they learned to harden up. “That's great. Hey,” Lochlan saught Trinity's eyes while she was still wound in his influence and attentive. He needed full focus for this one and full effect. He touched her shoulder. “It's rough here. Would you help and protect me with threats? Just until I get my footing in this place.” The influence would be like floodgates breaking into her mind and slowly consuming her, to make it her own will.

Something was wrong. The amount of times Trinity wanted to walk away, but couldn't bring herself to. Lochlan seemed to be thriving in whatever she was saying, like it made him more powerful or inspired or something, and it nerved her. She locked her eyes on his, then he reached for her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Help and protect him. It echoed through her mind and body, giving her a need to shudder but she didn't. Instead, she conceded to the feeling. She nodded slowly. “Of course.”

Lochlan smiled. Genuinely this time. Now he was getting on the board. “I appreciate it, Trinity. Would you mind keeping this a secret? Masculine pride and all.” He shot her a wink.

“Wouldn't be the first,” she answered simply.

Lochlan sighed, content with himself and his new ally and he couldn't get rid of the smile on his face (that was probably due to bruise up any second since getting shoved into the wall) “Thanks. Oh,” he looked pass her, finally catching on to why she kept looking back wanting to catch up with her partner. “We're all done. You can go.” If he didn't let her go soon, Aphrodite's kid might double back for her after realising he left her alone.

One man's loss is another's gain. And they left her alone. And honestly...he couldn't wait til they tried something again, only for her to turn on them.

Trinity was oddly appreciative of the dismissal though something niggled it was wrong to have to be dismissed in the first place. She paced off trying to catch up with Wes's grumpy strides, but where'd he go? Who knew? She sighed out. She didn't see which way he went aside from vaguely one direction, then he could've branched out god knows where. “Wes!?... Ken doll!?”

She didn't know if he was walking away from her, or the situation or what even riled him up so much. Odds were, he'd be fine, just take himself for an angry walk or something, and though she didn't want him to be alone, a goose chase wouldn't accomplish much on her end. The camp was a large island. She sighed out and trudged to his cabin, she jumped two steps up the porch and peeked through the window shielding her eyes from the last light's glare. Didn't look like anyone was inside yet. Trinity sat on the porch, waiting for Wes to show. She was queen of rage issues and tantrums but what he displayed was... something to talk about.



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It was something in the way he shifted, and it was definitely in his next words. “So that’s what I am? A pawn?” Sylas had shut off. Something stonier came through and the walls and guard was up.

“I’m asking if you’d let yourself become one. Hers specifically,” she replied evenly. Though there seemed to be a nail in the coffin already for talking. But for whatever it was worth, she had clarified she wasn't accusing him of being any pawn or puppet. She wouldn't. Not until he was.

Sylas got to his feet and dusted himself off, and she could guess, in fact guarantee, she had struck the wrong nerve and pushed too hard to the degree he felt abused. He opened up his cigarettes, took his time plucking one out, lighting it and having a drag before he dared even to indulge her next query. But he still did. “I want to be seen.” She sooner expected a sarcastic response. Especially since she thought she didn't deserve any further honesty or openness from him. So she was surprised too.

She pushed up on her arms, sitting up. “Sylas-” But his mind was made. The last person she expected to walk away from interrogation, and a sticky situation, did. He finally had enough, but she hardly counted it as a victory. Evelyn sighed, rubbing her forehead. Bravo, Evelyn. She dropped her weight back to return to the lay position, staring at the sky. Maybe the view would take her stress and guilt away for a few moments. She knew she at least had to give Sylas a few moments. She sighed out pinching the bridge of her nose then brushed back her hair before coming to the conclusion she could ease her own nerves and slow everything down. But since she was one of the last campers that should be alone in the wilderness of camp and daylight was leaving, she retired her false comfort, climbed to her feet, brushed herself off and headed back to the path for a walk around camp.

It did occur to her that she had to return the son of Poseidon's jacket yet, but she'd hate to question and push another demigod away in such close succession from the last. Not to mention she didn't feel like being sociable at the present time. He’d have to forgive her for holding onto it for a day. She’d return it to him tomorrow morning.

The small absent-minded adventure, led her to her cabin in time. She twisted the knob and pushed gently inside and closed the door behind herself, inflicting it with a curse that no other may enter. Call her paranoid but children of Hermes lurked and she wasn’t a fan of missing possessions, and the amount of cruel intentions in camp. Perched in the safety of her cabin at last, she knew what tomorrow held. Return the jacket to Nick, and make amends with Sylas which could go either way: the son of Eris could either have a major cold exterior and treat her as meaningless and repel her from him or be indulgent and patient enough to hear her out. She prayed it was the latter but the first would be justified.

She wished she had his number to at least text him, which was a quickly dismissed thought as it was incredibly premature and teenage. A confrontation and apology through text was cowardice.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Veera Han Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Blair Carmichael Character Portrait: Vincent Moore Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Julia Lockwood Character Portrait: Fiona Reynolds Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis
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Mount Olympus turned out far more beautiful than she could imagine, especially the gardens that occupied the realm in which Aphrodite had the pleasure to rule for herself. So many people tended the gardens for the Goddess in order to honor the beauty, love, passion, and kindness she had shown them over the centuries. Alex made her way inside a dome-roofed temple. "While your brother finishes his King training for the day, I want you to write letters." The Goddess began to explain the second Alex had arrived. Only it wasn't Aphrodite, it was Hecate. Alex's brows furrowed. "I want you to write everything about what has made you smile, laugh, cry, scared. Everything you can think of, even what you are grateful for."

"Okay, but... how will this help me to--"

"--Trust me. Just burn the letter of negatives. Every single one of them. I then want you to place the positive ones into a bottle before setting it into the water. I shall return shortly." without another word she walks away, leaving Zeus' daughter kneeling at the beautiful central water fountain. Around its base blooming in all colors, were sweet-scented flora, and the amber warm glow from the candles scattered around the room. Alex smiled as she closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath, relaxing her shoulders, before opening her eyes. Sitting at the base of the fountain on a flat gray stone were blank parchments and a quill. Alex unraveled the first one and took ahold of the quill in her dominant right hand while searching for the ink pot. Her brows furrowed for the second time as she brought the Quills nib up to eye level. It began to sparkle with golden specs. Of course, it was magical.


"Okay, so... negativity first." She swallowed firmly, already not wanting to revisit that section of her memories, but with Hecate involved, surely it would work out in the end. There was no other witch like her, and if her Father trusted her, then Alex could too. Alex pressed the quill's nib down, the golden ink etching into the parchment as she wrote. She did her best to write everything down that she could remember, before holding the corner of the paper to one of the flames of the candles, and carefully tossing it onto the stone where it burned away.

"Now one more task." Hacate waved her hand, causing purple smoke to collect the burnt pieces, which were then placed into the fountain. Hecate sat reading a letter she had received from Zeus while Alex began the next task.

She was just placing the positivity letter into the bottle when Hecate had finished reading. "Good, now place it into the fountain water."

Alex follows her orders. She watched as it bobbed gently for a few seconds before a golden glow like the quill's swirled around the bottle, its light reflecting back into her eyes.

"I knew what cure you needed for that anger of yours..." Alex turned her gaze toward the Goddess. "sadly it doesn't work on Gods." There were a few in mind she could think of who needed it - Zeus, Ares, Poseidon, and Hades for starters. Even herself at times.

Alex rose to her feet. "...Thank you."

Hecate smiled. "You're quite welcome, though it wasn't entirely your fault. You might still lose your temper from time to time, that's only natural for mortals, but you will have better control. You could have killed so many, Alex. Now, drink." Hecate motioned her head toward the bottle that remained floating in mid air.



Alex took a hold of the bottle, swallowing the liquid that felt warm against her throat.

It had only been a couple of days or so at camp, but oddly, time moved differently in Mount Olympus. It had been at least a month or two, but it felt like years. "Did... did father consider my wish?"

Hecate nodded. "He did... and he's agreed to let you both go back. Are you absolutely sure you want to?" Alex nodded "Alright. Go and fetch your brother then, and good luck." With a huge excited grin, Alex raced off towards the main hall.


Image Alex came running into the hall, causing Ajax to stand up from where he was sitting with Ares and Zeus. "Everything okay?" she couldn't be harmed here which had given him a break from being big brother, but part of him was always still ready just in case.

While slightly out of breath, she nodded briefly toward her brother before she turned to speak to their father. "Is it true? are you giving us permission to go back?"

Ajax turned his head to also look at their father who nodded from where he was sitting beside Ares. Alex almost squealed with the excitement she felt. Ajax, however, remained stoic. He was in two minds with himself - part of him wanted to go back, but the other part was unwilling to, knowing that Andy would now be official with Mason. It had been months for the Valises, but seeing those two together, knowing that he had failed her, bugged him. She would have made a remarkable Queen. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, but the question should be, Are you?"

"I guess we'll see."

Zeus stood up, Ares following his lead. "I am always here when you need me." He hugs them both. "Now go, before I change my mind." both of his children smiled before they left the hall.

"They'll be fine this year. You'll see." Ares was hopeful, even if his king felt less.

"I truly hope so.." He stood there as he watched them both stand at the edge of the clouds. Ajax took his little sister's hand, both smiling together before they took a dive towards Earth.

The air whistled passed their ears as they fell more than a hundred feet at lightning speed, and soon enough their feet landed safely and firmly on the ground, right in front of their cabin. "I can't believe that we're actually back... it feels like it's been years, And.. and the camp... it looks no different. I can't wait until everyone sees us. I feel like going down there and just--"

"--Alright calm down, and slow down." He chuckled. No doubt she'd be bouncing off the trees if she could. "I'm guessing they'll be heading to bed soon anyway, so that gives us enough time to settle back in before tomorrow."

Alex squealed. "Oh my god it's going to be AWESOME! the look on their faces, all of them... especially Mason's." Alex chuckled, then joined her brother who placed himself down on the hill overlooking the rest of the camp. The dining hall was still open by the looks of it since the lights were on. "You're worried, aren't you?"

Ajax chewed the inside of his cheek and nodded.

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"It'll be fine.. you got me at least. You know, your most favorite person in the world."
"I wouldn't go that far."
"HEY! rude.." she playfully nudged into him, throwing her shoulder at him, causing him to laugh.
"Alright, let's call it a night for now." Ajax stood up first and helped his little sister up before she followed him into the cabin.