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Nicholas Bower

The Earthshaker

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

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§ . m o n i k e r ( s ) . nick (call him 'nikki', he dares you)

§ . g e n d e r . male

§ . a g e . twenty-two

§ . s e x u a lx o r i e n t a t i o n . heterosexual

§ . o r i g i n . buenos aires province (not the city), argentina

§ . r e l a t i o n s h i pxs t a t u s . single, just wants to flirt

§ . p a r e n t . poseidon


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§ . e y e s . hazel

§ . h a i r . long, curly, chestnut hue

§ . h e i g h t . 6'3"

§ . w e i g h t . 210-225 lbs.

§ . p h y s i q u e . muscular, athletic

§ . s k i n . bronze

§ . s c a r s . several

§ . d e s c r i p t i o n . Nicholas is a spitting image of his father; piercing eyes, thick long hair, hard chiseled body. It's really hard to mistake him for anyone else's child. It's obvious that he is physically gifted by the gods, but he also takes good care of himself. His skin is blessed by the sun, and he has sharp hazel eyes that fluctuate from a gloomy sort of green to a gun-metal grey. They really light up when he offers up one of his charming dimpled smiles. Women around the world are jealous of his thick, long, and curly hair (not really). He has several scars, including a few knife wounds just beneath his right armpit and along the waist of that same side. His left palm has clear defensive wounds from some brawl years ago.

His fashion style is loose and easy; opting to go for something casual that he can slip in and out of with ease. Nick considers himself pretty meticulous when it comes to his appearance, and that's just by guy standards. He enjoys a little bit of facial hair, like maybe not shaving for a day or two. Otherwise, there's nothing particular about his clothing unless he "forgot" to put on a shirt that day.



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§ . d e m e a n o r . leader, charismatic, protective

§ . f e a r s . becoming violent, having no support, being controlled, letting others down

§ . v i c e ( s) . women, women, and more women. he's a lady's man, okay?

§ . d i s l i k e s . bullies, girls with nasty attitudes, liars, too much authority, booze

§ . l i k e s . women, surfing, sports, the gym, long walks on the beach (he's a romantic)

§ . f l a w s . spurts of violence, jealousy, slight arrogance, unintentionally takes things over

§ . s t r e n g t h s . initiative, driven, teacher

§ . i n t e l l i g e n c e . he's smart... enough.

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . Nick looks like a douche from head to toe, but he doesn't let his image dictate his first impressions. Unlike some Poseidon children, he exudes exceptional social skill and easily blends into his audience. He's not afraid to approach someone, and he appears to have body-mirroring down to a science. On the outside, he's a handsome smile melting into conversation with seamless effort; able to laugh easily and enjoy either groups or one-on-ones. He can hold his own in any social situation. He has a soft spot for helping those in need, and of course, gorgeous women. He operates on flirtation so subtle that it's really only noticeable if someone's really paying attention. After all, he operates on respect - both of himself and others.

His biggest struggle is fighting against his own emotions. Sometimes he feels like he's just predisposed to hold grudges. He just can't let things go! He tries his best to "forgive and forget", but what he really does is bury it all deep down inside where it quietly festers. He carries the weight of his emotions in his stomach, as it can sometimes feel like a knot there threatening to come undone. Nick attempts to utilize those around him to mask his growing bitterness, hoping that by helping and being around the happiness of others, might overshadow the threat of unraveling.

Overall, he's going to be there when you need him; whether you are a man or a woman, a child of Hades or one of Zeus. He takes his status as a Demigod very seriously and wishes that others would do the same. All of the gods' children have centuries of greatness to carry on their shoulders, after all.



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§ . s t r e n g t h s . physical strength, combat, power control

§ . w e a k n e s s . can sometimes act on emotion, easily deceived (woe to those when he finds out)

§ . e n h a n c e d x s t r e n g t h .Like the children of Ares and Zeus, the children of Poseidon also possess peak physical strength.

§ . s e i s m i cx m a n i p u l a t i o n .Nick can produce vibrations from his body, often the strongest in his hands and feet. When coming into contact with the ground, he can cause ground splitting and trembling quakes. He can even create powerful tsunamis.

§ . w a t e r .While his primary skill is in earthquakes, he can do basic things like manipulating water, as well as underwater healing and breathing. He considers them secondary powers, though.

§ . p o s e i d o n ' sx s w o r d . A gift from his father, Poseidon's sword must be conjured from the waters of Athens, Olympus, or Poseidon's domain. It doesn't possess any special qualities.

Nicholas is well known among Poseidon's children as taking a bigger bite out of the god's Earthshaker image. While he can manipulate water just as any of his half-siblings, he moves it primarily by creating seismic shifts. He's not particularly gifted in hydrokinesis or any of that stuff, but he can do a little if he really wants to. Unlike his sister, Liv, he gets more of a thrill out of combat if he is physically involved. He can hold his own against most people, including some Demigods, in a test of physical endurance and strength. It's just a gift of being a child from one of the three big Gods of Olympus. He does not possess the ability to communicate with either equine or aquatic creatures. Or maybe he can and he just doesn't know it.



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Born and raised in the Buenos Aires Province (not the city), Argentina, Nicholas lived that sweet beach life. By every definition in the book, he was a beach boy. He was raised by his mom and stepfather, both of whom were pretty well-off in terms of money. His mom made costumes for numerous festivals that attracted tourists from around the world. His stepfather, who he considered his dad by all measures, owns a well-to-do and popular seafood hotspot along the shores of the Las Grutas beach. He did all the typical things that children do; go to school, play with friends, hang out at the beach, play sports, go to parties, and whatever else. His parents had a pretty liberal mindset, so as long as he wasn't doing anything that would get him or his family into trouble, they were generally fine with granting him freedom. He's always been a responsible kid.

Until he was around 15 and he got more involved with tourists. You know the kinds - the rich spoiled kids that came down to an "exotic" play to party, drink booze, and do drugs. Yeah, those types. He enjoyed it for a little while, but it wasn't a scene that he'd be part of for very long. The thrill of it all quickly faded, and he decided that these people were more trouble than they were worth.

He met his father, Poseidon, at a really early age. Like most of the godly parents, he was especially fond of (most) his children. The child, as young as six, was prone to tempers that caused surprising seismic disturbances. His power had been deeply rooted in his emotions, and as a child that hardly knew how to control those things, Poseidon helped Nick's mother teach the boy emotional control. There were a lot of things that would always be out of the boy's control, but Poseidon knew that if he could not contain this element, he could cause severe damage in the future.

He never knew Poseidon as his father until he was old enough to understand that one can have a biological father and a stepfather. It was somewhere around the age of ten or eleven that he was finally told. Since Nick had always been a roll with the punches sort of boy, he did just that - accepted it and moved on. After all, he already knew that he possessed abilities that could not be explained. He had always felt that he was different from the rest of his peers. The only thing that changed was his sense of responsibility to, not only his father but those around him as well. After he graduated from high school, Poseidon took the boy under his wing and became more deeply involved with his training. Poseidon knew that he would bring his son to Camp Athens one day, but he wanted to be absolutely sure that he could do so safely. Furthermore, he wanted a son that could outshine the ones of Zeus and Ares (though the latter would prove to not be that hard).

After noticing that Camp Athens was beginning to fall apart due to internal struggles among the Demigods, Nick was finally given the opportunity to be among peers of his own. Poseidon hopes that he can help others, and that he won't become part of the festering drama.



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So begins...

Nicholas Bower's Story

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xxxxxPoseidon spent a majority of the trials in a stoic and speculative silence. He watched and waited. Not only did he observe the varying nightmares, fears and flashbacks laid out before him, but he also studied the crowd, their reactions and interactions. He wasn't as kind of a God as his brother pretended to be, but he wasn't an evil man. There was a lesson that needed to be learned and he took it upon himself to teach it. There was no room for softness with the demigods. They were placated far too long and that was at an end.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It was a typical morning for Liv. Hell, she didn't remember falling asleep, much less the first thirty minutes of waking up. The zombie child slogged her way toward the shower, took care of hygiene, and then fit together some lazy clothes. Well - that's what she did at first. The realization that her brother was coming to camp hit her as if she had been too mentally foggy from that just waking haze to recall such an important detail.

She's a daughter of Poseidon, one of the three strongest Demigods. At least in her book anyway. It would do Liv best to dress decently. She was perfectly aware of her brother's existence and has been for quite a long time. Nicholas was handsome, and his warm charisma only served to accent his good looks. Unlike Liv, he seemed to have a hang of his emotions, and he was amiable and outgoing; helpful and a protector. She's never met anyone that didn't like him for one reason or the other.

The worst part is that he didn't even try to vie for their father's attention; he simply received it in full. Something about his abilities was more innate than her own. More powerful? More natural with his personality? She didn't know what it was, but as she tugged off her loungewear for something a little more "proper" and flattering, she grumped about him under her breath.

What a pain. What a nightmare. He didn't have to be at Camp Athens when he was receiving such good graces from his father already. She pulled on her heels boots, zipped them up, and then forced herself to get out of her cabin and grab some coffee from the chow hall.

"Liv! Just the little sis I needed to see," a voice was suddenly right in front of her, and the poor woman ran right into a wall of muscle. When she stepped back and looked up, her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her skull. Nicholas Bower.

A scoff fled her lips and she placed a hand on her hips in protest of his amiable approach, "We are related by blood only, Nicholas. Halfway, even. Do yourself a favor and stay out of my way. You have your lane, and I have mine. Let's keep it that way forever."

A hand rubbed at the back of Nick's neck before he spread his arms out to the side, palms facing her in surrender, "Come on, Liv, I am not here to challenge your place."

She sneered at him, "What is there to challenge, Daddy's Boy?" That said, she stepped around and left him behind to continue down her bath.

The son of Poseidon just sighed. It was going to be a long road. He had his bags with him, so before he made any appearances anywhere else, he should at least settle into his cabin. He went to go do that after Liv stormed off.

Eventually, Liv made it to the chow hall. Fortunately, not many others were there. Upon first glance, there was only Sylas, and then a busy Penelope made a beeline for the guy that very obviously wanted to be alone. All she wanted to grab was a quick cup of black coffee and then maybe go out somewhere to be by herself, but she couldn't help but gravitate toward Sylas as he was completely invaded by a blathering Penny.

Without so much as a word, and with only the click-clack of her heeled boots carrying her across the hall, she ended up at Sylas' table. Like any bully, there wasn't a reason for anything that followed. It was simply that Liv needed someone to victimize, and the redhead was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"You're in my spot." She shoved the girl's tray off of the table where it clattered on the floor, pushed her chair aside along with Penny still seated on it (not caring if she fell on her ass in the process), and placed a separate chair in its place. Then Liv plopped her ass down and drank her coffee in silence.

Sylas and Liv were not in conversation mode, but they could at least sit there and brood about their shitty lives, parents, and siblings together. Fun. The mean duo would be the least likely to draw more mouthy idiots like Penelope to them. Some people just didn't know how to mind their own business. But hey, maybe she learned today.

In the meantime, Nicholas had spent his time unpacking and getting his cabin together. It wasn't much, but hey - he was that kind of guy anyway; minimalistic. The fact that he was currently wearing a shirt went against his minimalist ideals, to be honest.

He left his cabin behind and traveled down the beaten path. Nicholas was new to Camp, but he did know where to go. While he didn't get an in-depth brief of the whole situation, he at least got a good idea of the layout. After all, he'd be bringing the Camp together for a training session sometime today. He thought that it might be a great way to resolve some growing tensions in the group, and maybe get the Demigods to do something other than fuck and fight.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Anyway, he did get the approval from Poseidon to go ahead and get it started. Nicholas was a natural leader that sometimes got a bit carried away in such a role. If no other Demigod would step up to the plate, he would take the whole thing over and whip them into shape. It's just how he rolls. Some would call that arrogance, but he called it a passion to always be moving forward. He liked to be active. He didn't want to dwell in any drama or whatever crap was going on to get the whole Camp put through Trials and one Demigod sent to Tartarus.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and roamed when he came across a clearing. He brought a hand up and swept away a thin branch that hung from a tree - and like Camp Athens was reading his mind - there it was. A training arena. It wasn't anything grand. It was made of stone with pillars that were sort of dilapidated from age. There was sand in the pit and some seating in the form of stone benches.

Everything a Demigod would need to fight their battles was within reach; weapons, the elements, and much more.

"How to get them to come without pulling the Poseidon card," he muttered to himself as his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't want to just be known as the Son of Poseidon. He was his own man, too. He had his own drive and desire apart from his father's. He was not the Camp Athens babysitter.

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The room was lavishly decorated, filled with all manner of artistic expressions from paintings to statues of a single focus, who stood at its heart causing them all to seem mere pathetic imitations. Veronica could only have been here for a couple of hours but it already felt like an eternity and the comparison to her father's attempts to capture her mother’s visage just made her feel uneasy.

Her mother was pacing back and forth in front of a fountain depicting the goddess’ rise from the ocean’s depths back in antiquity, holding a flute filled with ambrosia that flowed from the stonework. The nerves of mother and daughter were fraying as they’d not exactly went running into one another’s arms, as years of distance only served to deepen the gap between them.

"Look, Veronica dear, you’ll be better off there than, whatever that pitiful excuse for a home was. I can assure you of that." Aphrodite’s tone was certainly warm and motherly; in that it was overbearing and mildly condescending.

"Well, It was better than where you left me." came the annoyed reply from her exasperated daughter. The radiance that spilled out from her mother dimmed for barely a second as she turned to stare at Veronica.

"You’re going to the camp. I should have sent you there years ago, but—" "I wasn’t a priority. Yeah, you explained, I said I didn’t care. I don’t have a choice but it’s better not being with you, or my father. So let’s just keep this short and sweet, shall we?"

A slow smile spread across Aphrodite’s face before twisting into a smirk just before she drained her glass then gently clicked her fingers. "”That’s my girl." she thought she heard her mother’s say faintly before the room fizzled away into darkness.



She landed with a thump on an unfamilar bed, causing her to bounce and roll off onto the wooden floor with a thunk. "ow. Thank. You. Mother." she groaned as she lay on the cool floor, softly breathing for a few moments before pushing herself up and looking around her new surroundings. The cabin was cosy, but there was a definite touch of her mother’s that was undeniably hers; such as that while all of Veronica’s clothes were neatly packed away in the wardrobe, they were also now freshly washed and lovely scented with lilac and lavender. She also noted her mother had sought to flesh out her minimal possessions with her own additional, many as far as Veronica was concerned felt more like commentary on her personal style and the continued rummage was starting to bother her so she slammed the wardrobes and cupboards before slumping onto her bed.

She regretted her reaction almost instantly, having flinched a little at the noise the wooden furniture made as well as her own outbursts towards her mother earlier. It felt strange, almost novel to actually be able to call someone that, to actually have a mother for the first time. She’d always assumed she did, even if she’d never believed her father's explanation which definitely sounded a slightly bit less mad now the he had been proven correct. The feelings were threatening to overwhelm her a little as she could feel tears at the corner of her eyes. Blinking, she reached up with her fingers to brush the droplets away before stepping into bathroom so she could wash her face and dry away the tears properly.

Deciding she would likely be spending enough time in the cabin as it was, she ventured out into the camp itself, picking up her guitar bag on her way, which she slung over one shoulder. She wandered fairly aimlessly around the wooded area near her cabin, doing her best to make note of where she was coming from as much as where she was going to but regardless, she was beginning to feel a little lost as the entire place was completely unfamiliar to her. She could already feel the panic settling in as she tried her best to maintain her composure, rationalising it within her head that surely someone would know she was here, though who could be anyone's guess she countered, but that someone would, and failing that if her mother had the ability to land her squarely in a cabin, she could also make sure her daughter wouldn’t starve to death in the wilderness.

As her thoughts bounced back and forth, she almost didn’t realise she'd stumbled into a clearing beyond the trees. It put her in mind of the theatres of old, with the layout and design speaking to her performance soul. The arena seemed empty, but it had a beauty to it that lured her closer as she inspected the aged columns and worn stone benches that encircled it, as well as the several racks filled with all manner of weapons, tools, and amour. The more she looked around the more she began to wonder what exactly it was her mother was expecting from her, especially given the fragments of Greek myth she could remember. It had never seemed to turn out well for anyone involved as far as she could recall, unless you were one of the gods of course.

It was still early morning, so she settled down on a bench off to one side of the arena with her bag sitting next to her, where she was able to use a fallen column that provided a reasonable backrest for her to stretch out, though she still removed her jacket and bundled it up to make it comfier. She reached down into a half-open pocked and pulled out her tattered sketchbook then began to put down some linework of her surroundings, as a means of unwinding after recent events. After she’d finished sketching out a rough representation, she placed the book down on the bench and lifted up her guitar, running her fingers over the wooden exterior before flicking over the tuning pegs. As she slowly cycled through the strings to make sure they were tuned, she completely failed to notice that she was no longer alone in the arena.

As she began to play a song, her sweet voice drifting in and out with a mix of humming and lyrics while she let her fingers take the lead, she was sure to be noticed.

"Oh no I've said too much, I haven't said enough"

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As Veronica continued to lightly strum her fingers across her guitar her sweet voice, though quiet and half-whispered to herself, was being carried by the wind across the almost entirely deserted arena. While most certainly an unmistakable and captivating sound, the occasional flower petal drifting in the wind suggests that perhaps her voice is filling more of the space than it ought.

Nicholas had been quietly surveying the Arena for quite some time, and he honestly wouldn’t have noticed if anyone had come. There were many ideas going through his head, but the first thing that couldn’t help be on his mind was his half-sister, Liv. She was intent to hate him, and he didn’t entirely blame her. He had a Devil-May-Care attitude which deeply contrasted the woman who desired her father’s approval and kingdom the most. He had always wanted to be normal, but his father couldn’t help but be stuck in old traditional ways. You know - keeping his seat firmly masculine without all the softness of a woman. His thoughts were a bit loud; too loud to allow other noise in.

Of course, there needn’t be a lot of noise when the radiating aura of an Aphrodite child would suffice to alert him. They just had a natural allure. Pheromones? Godly beauty and power? He didn’t know what it was, but the music was honestly the last thing on his mind when Veronica finally permeated his thoughts. He wasn’t one to be mad about a beautiful woman distracting him, though.

He crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head, and offered up a quick grin. "I know a child of the goddess of sex and beauty when I see one," he remarked casually, uncaring that it probably hadn’t been the best way to start out the conversation. Typically, he might just say "Hello", but when he has the hard-hitting powers of Aphrodite spinning his hormones out of control. How else should he act?

The sound of Nicholas’ voice was almost immediately followed by a sharp screech of metal as Veronica jumped causing her fingers to slip across the strings. Caught a little off-guard she turned to look up at him, letting her eyes linger a little on her rippling physique as she calmed her breathing after the shock brought her back to reality.

He took a moment to brush some of his long hair out of his face, "Come to get a good look at the son of Poseidon, hm?" Again, a goofy grin overtook his sharp features as his mouth and thoughts went on a one-way track to either getting smacked or making a girl flustered. Either way, he couldn’t really control himself despite his mind screaming at him to stop.

A faint smile spread across her face as she laughed at the terrible attempt at a pickup line as she laid her guitar down gently on the stone next to her. ”You’re clearly confusing me with my mother. After all, she’s the predator and she’d devour you whole.” Even if her words had been a little aloof, she was most certainly getting a good look at him despite herself, and it wasn’t an unpleasant view at that though the conversation could be better. She couldn’t exactly blame him for bringing up her mother, especially since she’d done much the same which only served to fan the flames of her annoyance even further.

Swinging her legs around on her makeshift bench she pushed herself into a standing position and edged a little closer. The move felt unusually bold for her, with her red-hot anger driving her forward before the panic she could feel bubbling inside could pull her back.

”I could ask you the same thing, pretty boy since you're the one disturbing my relaxation. So, what should I call the great 'son of Poseidon'? since I don't want to keep calling you pretty." her voice had taken on a sardonic tone and she hoped her it had been free of the tremble she could already feel having spread from her fingertips to her limbs, a cross between excitement and terror as she continued to bluff confidence she didn't exactly feel.

He wasn’t sure where the anger was coming from; especially since his sudden dive into lust had come out of nowhere. It wasn’t like he asked to be smitten by the daughter of Aphrodite. Whatever was happening, it confused the shit out of him. Did he say something stupid? He must have, but he just couldn’t control himself. His brain kept telling him that he really fucked up, but his body was saying something else entirely. The mind and body couldn’t agree, and this left the son of Poseidon deeply perplexed.

He started to walk backwards because there are weapons here! Granted, the children of Aphrodite had the strength of twigs, but he did not sign up to accidentally offend a woman. He was a lot better than that as a man. Normally. He held both of his hands up, palms toward her, "It looks like we got off on the wrong foot! I’m like…. Totally confused, man. Er - woman. Er - you just keep doing your thing." He gave her finger guns as an expression, as that was all he could think to do. You know what they say - something about a woman’s wrath or whatever.

He turned his back toward her because if he stuck around he might end up putting his foot into his mouth. Then he ran away! He just…. Ran. He didn’t even care where he ended up.

Veronica just stood in shock, speechless as she watched the retreating figure of, well, the pretty boy whose name she realised she hadn’t even gotten out of him. The way he’d been acting had certainly been a little forward, definitely flirtatious and she'd attempted to return in kind but had just scared him off instead. Which had been what she was aiming for, hadn’t it? She had complained about him disrupting her peace after all, and now it was all she was left with.

Now she thought about it, remembering the slightly glazed look in his eyes she let her body sag slightly as she groaned loudly in frustration, which almost turned into a scream as it fell into place. She hadn’t even considered that her familial gifts would affect other demigods, in fact, she’d been hoping for a slice of normality, or at least her romanticised idea of normal at any rate. Even so, she breathed a mild sigh of relief that he’d escaped because she’d seen what her powers made people do and couldn’t help a shiver at the memory; whether from excitement or dread, she wasn’t entirely sure.

Given that the adrenaline she’d felt earlier was subsiding she just felt a little dejected and mused over the fact that her first encounter with another divine offspring had not gone well, hopefully, the next one would. She leant against one of the nearby pillars for a moment to catch her breath before returning to where she’d left her possessions and settled back down with her guitar resting across her lap, glancing around a little more warily in case someone else decided to jump out of hiding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

Redheads always looked like they could eat a man alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wes had more than his fill of food... for the morning at least. He pushed back his chair and spared a glance around the hall. There were a fair bit of people there, but no one he was really itching to sit down with. Part of him wanted to seek out Trinity. But knowing her, she needed some time to digest everything that happened. The trials... and everything else. He knew better than to hover around her or make her talk about something she isn't ready to talk about. With a sigh, he stood up, cleaned up his dishes, and exited the main hall.

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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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During their mental debate to step forward and approach Heath and the new girl, the decision was made for them. Heath was heading for them, without his new friend tow. Daniel tried not to visibly pout or turn sulky, or blame Theo, but it was totally his fault.

"Morning, you two know my adopted sister, Iliana right? Have either of you seen her? She went off on her own this morning and I want make sure she's okay."

"Sorry, Heath, I haven't seen her yet today. I'm sure she's fine though. Probably still processing yesterday. I think we all are."

Daniel nodded once as it was well said from the son of Artemis. But then a sort of silence lingered and he caught Theo's eyes on him, seeming to prompt him to add more. Daniel cleared his throat. "How old is she?" Iliana did appear extremely youthful. Like around 15 but he guessed she was older and regardless of what teen year she was - she was a demigod and willingly went off on her own. That's why Daniel asked so Heath realized it, stating it out loud. "Most demigods here are decent, if she's in strife or pain, somebody will comfort her. The others? Ignore her and let her be. You're looking at a 2% chance of something actually bad happening to her. If things weren't turned upside down and there's no sign of struggle, she'll come back when she's ready." It wasn't the most assuring, but it was realistic.

He pursed his lips and stepped up to Heath. "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." Daniel understood the worry. When Andy came to camp, he could have developed a whole nervous itch no matter how well she could take care of herself. But quickly, she made friends that cared for her and would protect her, watch her back and have eyes on her. It was just...more comforting knowing she had a solid support system around her. And Heath might feel some relief if he made friends for himself and Iliana too.

"But Theo here, Theo's a wicked tracker." There it was. Some actual helpful advice. Plus it'd keep Theo out of his head, give him something to do if Heath and/or Theo was willing.

It was then some announcement came through the whole of camp. With a little bonus content that made Daniel arch a brow then wrinkle his nose. He worried for a second how far and suggestive things would get on the PA system but then came the blissful silence. Daniel audibly sighed out and relaxed not realizing how tense he was from second-hand embarrassment. Then he simply went about doing his own thing.

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Daniel shuffled back into the training arena for mandatory exercise and a speech...there always had to be some speech. He'd throw popcorn at the guy if it wasn't the poor guy's job. Although he was sick to death of hearing how they were doing everything wrong and about their own camp grounds. "this purpose is wrong. Work, work , work - no play. Be mindless drones. This is what this place is capable of." Like Daniel and his conjurations hadn't put the camp through the rounds. But not everybody crash test-dummied the place he supposed.

He shuffled up for a token because that's what others were doing. It was pretty easy to follow the pattern. He drew a white one at random and returned to his seat, flipping it like a coin until the arena got ready to rumble. He tried to pay attention to who else drew the white one.

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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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Veronica watched as Heath questioned the other two campers about his missing sister, her eyes slowly moving between the two of them. She was trying to see if she could work out who their parents were, though she’d easily admit that Heath didn’t jump out as what she’d have expected from a child of Athena anymore than she did as one of Aphrodite.

She’d hung back slightly to allow Heath to approach them but as he started speaking she’d gingerly moved closer; so she was standing far enough to be apart but close enough that she could just about make out most of what they were saying. It did help that the voice of the second guy carried easier than the first, who’d seemed a little distant when Heath was speaking to him. And then she realised he kept glancing over Heath’s shoulder towards her, almost stealing glances since he kept looking away a moment later. It made her feel somewhat self-conscious but at the same time she felt the shiver of excitement as the gooseflesh rippled across her skin. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms to try and soften them again.

The second guy, who thus far seemed to have directed all of his attention towards Heath, seemed to have started onto some kid of speech that sounded like it was bordering on a lecture. The snippets she caught made her smile a little to herself since by the sounds of it, Heath was perhaps a little over-protective of his sister. She had to turn away slightly to hide her expression, just in case he turned around and thought she was making fun of him, which would be terrible given that so far, he’s the nearest thing to a friend she’s got so far. She glanced back over at Theo at mention that he was a tracker, which seemed an odd thing to bring up before she remembered that they were meant to be looking for Heath’s sister so that actually made perfect sense now that she thought it over.

The exchange in front of her was interrupted by the sound of a somewhat familiar voice that she couldn’t quite place echoing throughout the camp. Though it wasn’t until she heard his tone change to something more seductive, or at least a little teasing that she realised it was the boy she’d met earlier. As his interaction with another girl started to get a little heated over the intercom, Veronica had to almost stuff her hand into her mouth as she burst out into a fit of giggles, almost doubling over as the awkward conversation continued. When everything went back to silence it took her a few moments to calm down and be able to breathe properly without laughing.

She saw Heath walking towards her, and nodded when he suggested she warn these two who she was in case they had a similar reaction to either Heath or Nicholas. She was a little surprised by Heath’s sudden departure but he clearly wanted to be alone after the other boy had given him a bit of a dressing down. So taking a deep breath she walked over to the two campers and did her best to introduce herself.

”um, hey. Not sure if you heard Heath, but yeah, I’m the daughter of Aphrodite. Names Veronica, and as I told him if I had any friends they’d call me Vi. What’re your names?” Her tone varied throughout her introduction, mumbling a little to start before barging straight into self-deprecating humour as she gave her hand a wave towards the two in introduction. Though, one of them had simply turned and walked away before she’d started speaking in earnest and she wondered if the other boy had simply not heard her, but she definitely had the impression that he was ignoring her on purpose. Giving him a curious momentary glance, she returned her focus back to the other boy instead.



Veronica hadn’t really known what to do with herself during the gap between the announcement and their gathering at the arena, nor did she really know what she’d do during the actual training itself. After grabbing a little bit of food from the camps canteen, doing her best to avoid anyone else around she filled a water bottle before returning to the arena to wait. She’d kept her guitar with her since it would at least give her something to occupy her time with, so she'd simply lain back and gently strummed a tune while she waited for the rest of camp to filter in.

Nicholas, the great son of Poseidon she’d encountered earlier took centre stage and began to run through some details of what they were going to be doing, and what she presumed was an update on other demigods who weren’t returning to camp. That part piqued her interest, though since she’d literally arrived that morning she had no idea what drama had been going on before. The thought of going into the arena to fight didn’t exactly appeal to Veronica, but honestly what choice did she have. She was glad to finally know the name of the boy she’d sent running into the woods, even if when he’d first announced it over the intercom. She still needed to apologise to him for that as it kind of made her feel a little sorry for him, especially since he was doing his best to be authoritative. Though that had probably went straight out of the window when he’d broadcast his “extracurricular activities” all over the camp earlier.

Leaving her guitar leading against the stand she’d been sitting on she sauntered down to the front and picked up a green token from the bag. Turning it over in her fingers she slowly made her way back to her seat, while glancing around to find the token she’d spotted someone taking just before, and settling on a boy sitting next to Heath. The girl next to them must be his sister, but she looked rather uncomfortable and flighty as if she was about to make a break for it. There was definitely something familiar about her but Veronica still couldn’t quite place it, so it might be worth trying to speak with her later on. And as she watched the girl almost have a breakdown as she went up for her own token, she decided later was probably best. Definitely later.

This was going to be a rough afternoon as far as Veronica was concerned.

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Wes wasn't surprised at the announcement of training later on. Although the borderline porn audio book was something he wasn't expecting to hear. He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. What he'd give to see the reactions of the campers who were more... modest at camp. That would have been funny. He didn't have any plans, so instead he spent most of his afternoon wondering around camp hoping to avoid any spontaneous introductions if possible.

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

Wes tried his best to give Nick his attention as he introduced himself. But it was his next comment that caught his attention. "Before I get to training, I do have to update you all on the status of the Valis children. They won't be returning to camp. I wasn’t given any other info. Just relaying the deets… So there it is." His brows furrowed as his gaze fell to his hands. The Valises were free to do as they pleased, but knowing Alex left without a goodbye or anything stung. He sighed softly, but tried his best not to linger on it.

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

"Gods damn it," she sighed.

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

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

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

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

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



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

Then an unfamiliar voice rang out on the P.A.s catching her attention. "Good morning, Campers." Andy spared a glance to Mason and Trinity as she listened to the rest of the announcement. "I’m Nicholas Bower, and as you’ve heard from Poseidon, I will be assisting in your training. It is now... something o’clock, so be ready at the training arena at 4:30 pm sharp. This training is mandatory. Be dressed for the part, and everything else will be provided for you."

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

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

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

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

"Yikes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A tanned brunette boy stood up and began to address the rest of them. "As I stated before, I am Nicholas Bower, son of Poseidon. As you’ve heard, I will be assisting you all in your training. The gods have all agreed that Camp Athens has ventured away from its original purpose." Well, at least she could put a face to the voice she supposed. "Before I get to training, I do have to update you all on the status of the Valis children. They won't be returning to camp. I wasn’t given any other info. Just relaying the deets… So there it is."

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

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

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

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

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"Do I really . . . . have to . . . train? . . . . I can't . . . control my powers . . . . I've killed before . . ." a small voice reached out to him, and he looked up at the sky to note the clouds that had flooded in. The rain, however light it was, came unexpectedly on an otherwise decent day.

He sighed and looked down at her, attempting to be as reassuring as he could be without hurting the poor girl’s feelings, "If you never face your fears, you will never get past them. The only way to get past whatever is going on in that pretty little head of yours, is to go right through them. What’s done is done. Let’s not forget that." He looked around, placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, and gently turned her to face her peers, "You may be surprised that you’re not the only one with demons. We can’t control the past, but we can control what we learn from it." He’d leave her to reflect on that. While he hadn’t told her that she’d be going through the training directly, he knew that she was smart enough to read in between the lines.

Like one might a quarter, he tossed the blue token into the air and snatched it up. He did this a couple of times. A woman’s tears didn’t really sting him as much, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be the source of it. What’s with Camp Athens’ females? Gods, he prayed quietly for a male opponent while also hoping it wouldn’t start pouring rain. His pea-brained head didn’t connect the dots that the weather change might have been part of Iliana’s lack of control, but he did wonder why it went from sunny to potentially showering.

"Nothing’s going right. The only other thing that could go wrong is I might have to beat up some dude’s girlfriend," he laughed at himself as he thought of all the potential female scenarios he would be aligned with. Only because he felt that his magnetic pull for the opposite sex hadn’t quite weakened yet. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tossed the token on the ground and let it roll away… someplace.

Andy stepped into the arena just in time to step on the blue token before it rolled away. She leaned down to pick it up before walking over toward Nick. "I hope you didn’t overexert yourself," she commented with a knowing smirk as she dropped both of the blue tokens into his hand. "I’d hate to embarrass you on your first day of camp," she concluded with a playful grin.

Taking that as a prime example of being flirted with, he accepted the tokens in the same playful manner, only he had the deep rumble of some serious salacious tones, "Are you sure you’re not asking to see if I am available later? I’m not that tired at all." Since he has uber chest muscles, he did that thing where his pecs bounced around at his command and winked before turning away to distance himself. "I will be available later, by the way, and I don’t get embarrassed very easily! Obviously." he called out to her, lifting a hand in a backhanded wave. "Good luck, Princesa." He had to add some additional teasing in there alongside the drawl of his native accent.

Andy just stood there for a moment in shock at the son of Poseidon’s brazen attempts at flirting. She supposed there was a first for everything. "It’s Andy," She corrected as she rolled her eyes and spun around on her heels. As she made her way to the opposite side of the arena, she took a hair tie from around her wrist and tied her hair back in a ponytail.

Unlike some of the other demigods who might have water, fire, or who knows what at their disposal inside the arena, for her it was quite basic. There were a couple of weapons racks and a table that displayed just about any sort of weapon she could want. Anything and everything was available, but rather than going for the largest and most intimidating blades, she settled for a small, rather basic, looking set of throwing knives. Andy leaned down to faster the holster around her right thigh before turning to face Nick.

He wouldn’t dare say it out loud, but she looked like he was going to get his ass handed to him. It’s always the women that are the most vicious! He wasn’t even going to dare ask her parentage.

With one hand in a pocket, he flicked the tokens into the air - together they disappeared, signaling the beginning of the match. While there were no barriers visible to the naked eye, there was a bubble of magic protecting the spectators from whatever their peers would dish out. Nothing could break through it - not influence, fire - nothing.

Much like Andromeda, the son of Poseidon was a basic Demigod. All he needed was what he is already surrounded by; slabs of stone, earth, and himself. The whole water thing was more or less Liv’s ordeal, not his. He could do without it. The only source of water glimmered at his feet when he stopped and turned around to face his opponent. He bent low, reached down, and dove his right arm into the seemingly shallow pool. He dragged his arm out, a black and gold hilt with the mighty trident embedded into it, was slowly being tugged out. Eventually, the whole gladius was produced.

"Nice party trick," she humored.

He tossed her a goofy grin, "Anytime."

If Andromeda thought she’d be dealing with the typical Poseidon kid; envisioning drowning or something of that sort, she was about to be dead wrong. With a smirk, he gestured her to go ahead with the sweep of a hand, "Ready when you are."

Andy was never really one to throw the first punch. So it was a first for her having to initiate the fight. She could charge him, but Nick was larger and stronger than her. It would be in her best interest to keep as much distance between them for as long as possible. Whether or no her opponent was expecting a quick fight or not, that she didn’t know. She might not look like a threat, but unlike him, she wasn’t trying to impress anyone either.

She looked around for inspiration to strike when her gaze settled on the weapon racks around her. Andy held out her right hand, tensing it like she was gripping something no one could see. Her fingers curled like claws as her muscles visibly tensed. For a moment it might have looked odd, but when her hand jerked a few inches upwards, every weapon behind her lifted up into the air. She turned her attention towards Nick, holding his gaze for a moment or two before she threw her hand forward. With the motion, every dagger, spear, sword, and any other weapon flew through the air like missiles locked on the son of Poseidon.

The moment all of those extremely pointy items ended up pointed at him, he held his free hand up in defense, "Woah, woah! Was it the pec dance thing? I won’t do that anymore. Damn!" The women here really held grudges, didn’t they? Of course, Nicholas was also having fun - both poking fun at himself and the situation.

Alas, every single one of those weapons flew right toward him! He turned away and started to run, and it was quite comical. However, in a second or two after that, he got really serious very quickly. As if he was going for a “just kidding” moment, he turned on his heels and faced the incoming trajectories. He stomped one of his feet hard against the ground, and for a half-a-heartbeat, nothing happened.

Then some invisible force slammed into the weapons, though a spear managed to escape the shockwave and burrow into his left shoulder. "Ah, shhhhhhhiiii-," his would be expletively dragged into a pained groan, and it took another second for the ground to start trembling. It cracked and splintered every which way, causing schisms and sudden uneven ground. Some of the fissures were deep and wide, and others shallow - but the overall arena had become a craggy ground where one wrong step could send either tumbling into the depths.

He broke the spear off at the shaft, leaving the rest in there so he didn’t bleed out all over the place. He was dumb as a box of rocks, but he was extremely practical.

The shockwave rolled across the arena, slamming into Andy. The force sent her tumbling backward. She only came to a stop when she collided with the stone wall that surrounded the coliseum. The ground trembled beneath her. It was almost like trying to stand on top of rushing water. She’d get halfway to her feet only for a fissure to slice the ground underfoot and knock her off balance. The crack only seemed to grow as she struggled to stand. But before she could gain her balance, the earth opened and swallowed her.

Andy barely managed to grab a hold of the edge before disappearing into the depths below. For a moment or two, she struggled to try and pull herself up, but her upper body strength was abysmal and all she was doing was wearing herself out faster. Her gaze darted around, looking for a solution when she saw a large rock break off from the ground and fall into the chasm. In a test of faith, in herself, Andy released her hold. And while she instantly disappeared from view, she quickly held out her hands toward the rock, willing it to shift course and stop beneath her, catching her fall.

After landing, her hand flicked sending another rock flying through the air, stopping it a little higher than the first like a step. Andy kept repeating this action, bringing more debris towards her, making a makeshift staircase. But instead of stopping once she reached the top, she kept going, raising herself several feet about Nick and the arena. Now with the high ground, Andy grabbed a throwing knife and threw it at her opponent. Rocks froze, hovering in the air like stepping stones as she lept from one to another, circling him like a vulture as she hurled knife after knife.

It would seem that Andy found the weak spot in his ability very quickly, but Nicholas wasn’t mad at her for it. In fact, he looked pretty happy! He wasn’t trying to impress anyone with his powers. He’d rather impress the girls with dancing pecs, but that’s another story. Maybe if he got his ass handed to him, he’d be able to shed off the whole babysitter son of Poseidon image. So while being beaten might anger someone else, he was lowkey grateful for a challenge.

By this time, there wasn’t a lot of ground to move around on safely. Nick couldn’t manipulate the rocks, but he could do other things. Just as he thought about one thing, Andromeda had other ideas - namely, more pointy objects to hurl at him. The big guy really wasn’t all that fast given his size, so two to three daggers made their mark; one sinking into an arm, another into a leg, and the last one grazed his side. The rest he could manage to swat aside with the gladius, or even duck and dance away from in a rather uncoordinated manner.

Once he was just really tired of dodging and swatting at incoming blades, he decided to move out of his defensive position. He crouched down low then propelled himself up into the air. He’d land on one of the levitating stones, using them in the same way she had. The force of each landing caused the floating staircase to crumble one by one, and when he eventually lept toward the last one - the one that had Andromeda - he barrelled into her with full force. Nicholas knocked them both off of the rock and, together, they plunged into a dark fissure with uncertain depth.

At first, Andy wasn’t concerned when Nick began to climb the rocks. She just kept adding to the floating staircase and climbed higher. But before she knew it, the abundance of rocks below began to dwindle and every makeshift step crumbled beneath him as he made his way toward her. She levitated the last rock and as it raised to her, she looked back over her shoulder just as Nick charged into her. Andy gasped as the wind was knocked out of her and the collision sent them both tumbling off the rocks, into the chasm, disappearing out of sight of the other demigods.

They fell so quickly she hadn’t a clue which way was up or down. The darkness quickly devoured them, only the small slice in the earth above lending any light or sense of direction. At first, Andy clung to Nick, as anyone would when they thought they were falling to their death. But somewhere during the plummet logic took over reminding her that this was only training and she couldn’t die… At least she hoped. She couldn’t see him in the darkness but she could feel his hold on her. In a last-ditch attempt to get the upper hand, Andy wrestled against his grasp, managing to put her foot against his chest. With all the strength she could muster she kicked off him and sent them both spiraling in opposite directions until they crashed into a pull of water.

The tension of the water stunned Andy as she hit the surface then quickly began to swallow her. Then there was panic. Water filled her lungs where air should be as she frantically kicked, praying she was heading for the surface, not the depths below. She was no daughter of Poseidon. She couldn’t breathe underwater. And whatever logic she had left at that moment only replaced with a fear of drowning and a rush of adrenalin as her fight or flight kicked in. As she desperately searched for the surface her hand found the rocky side of the ravine. It was just enough to help her find the light of the sky above and led her up to the surface.

Andy gasped for the air the second her face burst out of the water. Her chest heaved as she coughed horribly. Her hands frantically clawed at the side of the newly made cliff, trying to find anything to grab to steady herself and keep her head above water. When she found a good enough hold she rested her forehead against her left shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

While Nicholas was, indeed, the son of Poseidon, he didn’t particularly enjoy being submerged. He could breathe, but he had crashed into the water so harshly, that it felt like he couldn’t for a moment or two. To say he was a tad disoriented, to say the least.

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness just as she heard a ripple in the water. That’s when the realization of her predicament set in… She was trapped in a ravine with the son of Poseidon. Andy had no idea how big the cavern was nor how deep, but she had to act fast. Faster than Nick. She quickly spun around in the direction of the shifting water and threw out both of her arms. Her fingers curled as her powers reached out and grabbed him. Then in a swift move, she threw her hands up and sent Nick flying up and out of the chasm.

Before he could get his bearings, he was… being shot up and out of the chasm!? He didn’t even know what hit him - literally. This witchy stuff - he didn’t like it one bit. All of his limbs flailed wildly, and strings of expletives bounced off the walls of the chasm; hear to none but Andromeda, and thankfully so. He didn’t want to be labeled the camp potty mouth just yet.

The chasm spat him out like a bad meal or something. When Nicholas finally landed - well, you know what they say about big guys falling hard. He slammed against the arena floor; face first, and nearly fell down yet another split in the stone. Most of his body was about to be devoured, again, but he managed to pull himself to safety. He stayed there, like he had fallen asleep. He was tired… legitimately exhausted. If he wasn’t the son of Poseidon, he probably would have been broken to pieces in the fall. It didn’t mean he wasn’t in pain, though. Still - he had to move somehow.

Although Nick was out, nothing was stopping him from jumping back in or doing whatever water magic he had up his sleeve. Andy needed to get out and get out fast, but every hold her hands found was too slippery for her to pull herself up and climb. There were no convenient rocks or floating debris for her to make another staircase and she wasn’t powerful enough to bend the earth or water to her will. Andy had never used her abilities to levitate herself, but at the moment she didn’t seem to have any other choice.

It took an immense amount of focus, but slowly and shakily, Andy began to rise up from the water toward the surface. Occasionally she’d lose her hold and fall a few feet or bump into the side of the chasm. But eventually, she slowly emerged from the dark fissure. Her focus was wavering until she couldn’t hold on anymore and fell to the ground, landing on her hands and knees.

Andy stumbled to her feet and quickly closed the distance between herself and the son of Poseidon. Nick, still on all fours, scrambled towards his gladius trying to reach it before she got to him. But she was faster. She kicked his weapon out of reach before he could grab it, then waved her fingers in the air, using her powers to knock him over onto his back. Before he could try to get up, Andy straddled his upper torso, pinning his left bicep under her knee and his right wrist under her foot. Then, with the last bit of energy and power she had left, she conjured a dagger into her right hand and held the blade to his neck. Then everything was still. She didn’t move or give him an inch as she struggled to catch her breath.

He held up both of his hands in surrender, "Ah, deadly, beautiful - I would say I like my girls feisty, but I think I will take a pass on this one,". The laugh that passed through his lips was one-half nervous and another half an attempt to make a joke out of a defeat. It was fair. Just because he was the son of Poseidon didn’t mean that others couldn’t prevail over him. He’s a pretty humble guy - on the outside, but he did feel the pang of bitterness as his pride was severely injured. He could hide that emotion, though.

With the fight won, Andy tossed the dagger aside. She didn’t have the energy to partake in Nick’s flirty banter. She slowly moved off of him but didn’t have enough strength to get to her feet, instead rolling over onto her back. The next fight could wait a minute as she caught her breath.


Nicholas also needed a few moments, and when he finally decided to get off of his feet, he stood himself up. He offered a hand to Andy, but he was respectful about it. With his signature stupid grin, "I almost had you. Congratulations on your win." With that said, he turned away from her to allow the next fight to commence. There was nothing left to say, and his ego was a tad bruised.

Andy propped herself up on her elbows, coughing up whatever water remained in her lungs. Once the fit stopped she saw the offered hand and took it, allowing him to help her up. "You did," she agreed with a weak laugh. As she turned to walk away she snapped her fingers and a towel appeared on both her shoulder and Nick’s. She didn’t say anything or look back at him. It was like a silent sorry for kicking your ass gesture. She hesitated at the entrance to the arena and wrung out her hair and clothes best she could before returning to her seat beside Trinity with an exhausted groan.

He dragged himself out of the arena and toward Blair. There was a lot of space for him to stretch out, so he laid on his side and put his head in her lap. He looked like a baby, to be honest. A big beefy manbaby that just got his ass kicked and now he needs some consoling from a woman he’s only known a whole… four hours. He pulled the towel over his head and just laid there, his arms crossed over his chest in grumpy defeat. Between Blair, Andromeda, Evelyn, and Veronica - he’s kind of had a full day.

Blair watched the spar… Kind of. Fighting and swords weren’t really her thing. There might have been a fleeting moment where she felt a small amount of concern when Nick disappeared beneath the ground with the brunette. But after all, it was his doing they both fell in the first place so he had to have some sort of plan. She was honestly a bit surprised that he lost the fight, but Blair just chalked it up to fatigue from their afternoon activities.

Her brows raised curiously when Nick didn’t return to his seat but made his way right toward her. They weren’t a couple after one not-so-quick hook up in a cramped office were they? In any other circumstance, Blair might have made a sarcastic quip saying as much, but he came toward her like a dejected puppy and she actually felt sorry for him. She grimaced a little at the fact he was drenched and she wasn’t particularly in the mood to be wet herself, but at least he kept his head wrapped in the towel so she wasn’t entirely soaked. After a moment or two, she settled and even offered him a lick of her lollipop. Candy made everything better. He just stayed under the towel. At least Blair's lap was comfortable.

The arena’s magical properties morphed it back into repair, and it was - once again - typical. It awaited the next pair.

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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: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower
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Like the others, Mason was less than impressed by what came over the speakers but...good for the strangers he supposed. He had a quick theory that there might have been some aphrodisiac in the water. With him getting lucky and now two strangers he had never heard before and, he wished, his first time hearing them wasn't in this way. But what an impression. Ajax number 2 calling the shots, yet getting his own little treatment.

Mason must have been in another world of pre-dread and bitterness because the next thing he noticed was Andy standing over him, hand extended for his plate. "Hm? Oh yeah, thanks." Mason leant back for her to reach it and smiled briefly.

Andy walked away and Trinity suddenly awoke, revived and fierce as ever commanding his attention but in that...freakishly composed, murder in her eyes way. “Listen here, that girl cares something fierce for you. So don't you hurt her or bullshit her. If Ajax comes back, you stand your ground and protect her. You don't act up or shut her out. You're worthy. She chose you, Mason.”

Mason sighed out, looking off and rubbed the back of his neck. "I know she cares and I care for her too! But if she..." He just thought she might be able to do better. It wouldn't be good enough for Trinity though and he knew how the friends threatening thing went down. "I'll take care of her."

Andy returned in a timely fashion again and Trinity turned on peach mode and excused herself. Mason wasn't amused in the least and couldn't pretend to be. His cold hard eyes watched her go before flickering to Andy. "I'm sure you have some things you'd like to do before training. So, don't let me hold you up. I have a book I was reading waiting back for me at my cabin anyway."

He opened then closed his mouth and just nodded. He wasn't sure what he was stepping into with Andy and a little time to himself might help him solve it or at least figure out what he wanted to be. Same went for her and her book.

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Mason entered the arena sharp and on time as requested of him. But it all became just a bit too bitterly ironic. The PA announcement, standing in the centre giving half information on the Valises, saying what was required of them, trying to run the exercises and training, the stupid long brown curly-ish/wavy hair. Personally, he didn't see how sparring would help them. They all smacked each other around enough and it wasn't really against the routine to use powers against each other. Nor did he fully believe the news on the renowned Zeus duo.

But of course, the Olympian gods and their offsprings knew how to run things for the best. Mason rolled his eyes and picked out a yellow token and returned to his spot with his arms crossed. He just really could not give a shit and spaced out for a decent amount of time as everyone settled back into their seats. But the movement of someone he knew first entering the arena to fight snapped him out of it. Subtly though. His eyes only shifted to watch the exchange. "I hope you didn’t overexert yourself. I’d hate to embarrass you on your first day of camp."

"Are you sure you’re not asking to see if I am available later? I’m not that tired at all." Nick proceeded to do some peacocky pec dance. Mason's eyes narrowed dangerously on the son of Poseidon. "I will be available later, by the way, and I don’t get embarrassed very easily! Obviously. Good luck, Princesa." Was there a rule on trading tokens because he'd like to shut Nick's mouth up quickly. But he hoped...he just prayed, that Andy would do it for him instead.

All that he could do was watch. And while he wasn't much for supporting or cheerleading, he never wanted to jump to his feet more and shout for Andy to finish him. Mason watched the to'ing and fro'ing as still as a stone instead. His eyes occasionally flashed with concern as it looked like anyone's game for the longest time. But then...bliss at last. Andy pinned him and conjured a dagger to his throat. "Ah, deadly, beautiful - I would say I like my girls feisty, but I think I will take a pass on this one."

Good call, jerk. Still, Mason wasn't impressed by the blunt flirting cross compliments. Neither was Andy by the looks of it. Just thank god they got off each other and it ended. That was the biggest mercy of all and when he could finally feel some tension release from his chest..and clenched fists.

Mason sighed out and raised to his feet, holding up his token high so his opponent could see they were due at the centre of the arena.

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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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For some time, Daniel had tried to train himself not to worry for his little sister. Not only was she capable of handling herself in the melee department but she could make full use of her powers too. But none of that helped or mattered. Seeing his sister go up against a child of Poseidon that was all buff and tall and handsome and authoritative kinda freaked him out. Andy had fallen for that trap before. Not to mention he could probably kick her little ass.

Daniel risked a glance around, finding Cherise and Rae behind him. He was initially checking their reactions to the new fresh meat of camp. Drooling was 100% expected, but he hoped the lady he was carrying the torch for made an effort to hide it at least. Instead, he found Cherise leaning over curiously to get a peek at his token. He beamed, tilting his head back amused and wondering when their eyes would meet. He opened up his palm to reveal his white token then reached back touching her arm. "Yours? He tugged her arm playfully just giving her a balance check then chuckled. "Hold on, I'm coming up," he whispered. And sure as anything, Daniel straddled the row of seats awkwardly then swung the other leg over the park beside Cherise. Daniel did have a thought to pull her down with him but Rae probably wouldn't appreciate that. Sisterhood and all.

He cleared his throat, shuffling a little closer and rested his arm around the back of Cherise's seating. Only then did the uncomfortableness of another male subside for investment in the fight. And boy, did Andy make him that Nick work. It was anyone's duel, but he was proud and relieved when Andy ended up on top. What's more is the guy he was intimidated by, thinking Nick such a panty dropper, sulked all the way over to another girl. That came as double relief.

Mason got up the second, maybe even before, the other fighters settled holding his token for all to see. When he was abrupt like that it generally wasn't good news. His opponent rose and met him in the arena. Daniel rubbed his forehead. This was turning into stress central for him. The red head wasn't violent and probably couldn't handle the wrath of a Hades son. She just wasn't one you saw in a fight, and he worried enough for Andy. He looked at Andy seeing if she could pick up on his pissiness too then his eyes went right back to the arena.

Hopefully, it was over quickly, mercifully and non-brutally. And once that imaginary bell went off, Mason was on the attack. He kinda played sick child torturing his pet for a while. As somebody pro Mason, he made it hard to stand in his corner and defend him sometimes so Daniel grew anxious just praying for Mason to stop and end it. But then she struck back. What developed was an aggressor and a defender with a serious backbone. And the result: Both friends collapsed. While Mason seemed to be in physical pain, Evelyn was growing paler and had more laboured breath and looked weaker by the second.
What the actual hell was going on? His eyes darted between the two, anxiety creeping up in his chest convinced neither would surrender and both would blackout. Then mercy, as Mason rose the arena transformed back to its original state.

Daniel blew out his lips like he was suffocating in there with them. "Jesus," he muttered. "Don't you go down there so soon."