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Rae Meadows

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

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

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ a g e || 21.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ g e n d e r || Female.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p l a c exxo fxxo r i g i n || London, England

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

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

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p a r e n t a g e || Artemis.



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Image§ e y e s || Hazel

§ h a i r || Natural Redhead.

§ h e i g h t || 5'3"

§ w e i g h t || 117 lbs.

§ s k i n || Fair, freckled.

§ s c a r s || None of note.

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§ d e s c r i p t i o n || Rae is a natural beauty, and she knows it, too. She has natural strawberry blonde hair that she loves to color in brighter bolder shades of red, and fair skin riddled with freckles. Despite her vertical challenges, she has an athletic and slim build with soft feminine components that she can highlight whenever she wants to. Being short doesn't stop her from finding the weight rack of a gym room, or getting down and dirty in the ring. She's a scrapper and fit as hell, but knows when it's appropriate to pay homage to her more feminine appeal, too.

When she's not lounging around in gym clothes, she's a super-freak when it comes to fashion. Rae is a self-made woman that has fashioned herself out of hard work and determination to be and look the best, so she loves to show it off. Her favorite things to wear are plunging necklines, open-backed shirts, and dresses, and really anything that can show off a bit of skin - or a lot. It just depends. When you know you've got it like this woman, no item of clothing is really off-limits. She doesn't come from a rich family, but she can look like it.

She also has multiple hiding places for weapons of varying sizes; throwing knives, pepper spray. A smart pretty girl knows that one can never be too careful when it comes to personal safety, and demigods are of no exeption to the rule. In fact, they are probably worse than their frail human counterparts. Don't be alarmed when you see a knife out in the open; maybe tucked in the ankle strap of her six inch pumps. It's just how she rolls.




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§ No one taught Cherise to be a better version of herself than Rae, and if Cherise is the sun - well, she is the moon. They are perfectly complementary to one another, and that's probably why they are best friends. They couldn't be more different.

She's a beautiful woman with an A-type personality that could make any guy's unmentionables shrivel if they don't like a gal that doesn't need any sort of validation. First and foremost, there is herself, and then there are others. People do not simply get in the way of Rae's determination, and they certainly cannot trample her self-preservation and esteem. Of course, none of this means that she is not amiable and easy to approach, but that she's going to cross an unhealthy relationship off of her list really quick. It can be said that she is coldly logical with a hint of a soft side for those to whom she is loyal and devoted.

Having a friend like Rae might remind you that you could have tried a little harder than you did, but you will be glad that you listened. She will be more than happy to tell you if you are in a shitty relationship, or if you're being stupid at all. She knows that the hardest choices are always the right ones and that the most damage one can do to themselves is by themselves. Sometimes you just need that friend that will pull you out of the rough but don't expect that she's going to do it for charity.

She enjoys long walks in the late nights and fun with men that don't get too attached. She's not the relationship type, but she's always down to have a cuddle sesh with a cute face so long as they leave in the morning before she wakes up. She'd prefer that they have some coffee ready for her, but understands that not all men are trained to do things without being asked. All in all, she's sugar and spice, overly ambitious and sometimes kind of lazy, but she's the friend everyone doesn't think they need until they do.

She's a flirt, but a smart woman nonetheless, and you're going to know it.




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Image§ Rae's powers include shapeshifting into a variety of creatures; more namely, she is quite adept aerial and feline species. She can talk to animals, but hasn't really learned how to heal them just yet. She has animal empathy, and an innate ability to command them. More notably, Rae is a weapons master, and anything in her hand can be used as a tool of aggression. She both know how to use any and all weapons, but she can also teach. She can take on some senses of nearby creatures; smell, eyesight. However, she is temporarily unable to use her own bodily senses as she does it. She has very severe weaknesses to include a logical coldness that can almost be described as she is high functioning sociopath. It's not that she doesn't care, it's just that she can't. Also, the world is very black and white to her, so she does not understand the in between. Lastly, she is a direct fear of fire, heights, and small enclosed spaces. Her strengths include her outgoing personality, her independence, and her intelligence. She is not to be trifled with, as surprising things come from tiny packages. She happens to have an innate ability for hunting and tracking.

She is also combat proficient, in that she knows how to defend herself if needed. However, once her opponent has her pinned on the ground, the likelihood of her getting up is pretty much zero percent. She knows enough to keep herself from getting kidnapped, but probably not from dying - unless she's got a weapon or two. Without them, her physical training is mostly to keep up her good looks.




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So begins...

Rae Meadows's Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas
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The daughter of Poseidon was none too happy about anything that transpired. As her gaze held the trials with scrutinizing interest, she had made note of several things. There were certainly many points of weakness to be exploited in the Camp. If the god of the Sea thought that he would be making the Demigods come out of this with some new way of thinking, then he'd be wrong. Already, as her attention slipped side-eye toward Sylas, it was as though she could feel the wheels turning in his brain. They'd only had a brief encounter, but they both had some screwy cogs in their machines, so to speak.

One by one, the Demigods went in and then came out in a myriad of unstable emotions. These trials had made none of them a better man or woman, but worse off than they had been before. Individuals, friends, lovers - the group as a whole - felt like a piece of glass with webbed cracks just waiting to shatter at even the tiniest amount of pressure. This was probably the worst thing that could have been done to a group of young adults already bursting at the seams as they come to grips with themselves and their godly other halves.

Liam's power, as it coursed through the arena only a half a heartbeat after he was free from his own trial, was nauseating. She felt all that rage at the pit of her stomach, and it churned and churned until she was just about to vomit. Just when that point came, his power was immediately sapped and he was restrained, relieving the others from continuous exposure to his beastly fury. Trinity, his half-sister, had nearly lept across the entire space in tandem with Sloane's desperate shouting.

As all was said and done, she watched as everyone began to trickle out of the arena. People were broken. Secrets were exposed, memories lay bare when they were supposed to be held in secret by their host, and relationships lay in tatters on the arena floor - obliterated quicker than they had started.

Liv's blood boiled at the thought that he brother would end up being here. Of course, Poseidon couldn't wait to rub his daddy's boy in her face. She had met Nick briefly, and they were very different Demigods despite the fact that they came from the same bloodline. He was known as the Earth Shaker; his abilities more in line with the aggressive side of Poseidon. Yet, after a promise fulfilled - Liam going to Tartarus - Liv didn't feel it was her place to protest right now.

As she sat there in an arena devoid of gods and sprinkled with a light helping of a few leftover Demigods, she wondered what it would mean for her with the presence of her brother. Would people like him more? Was he better trained? Was she going to live under his shadow as the little sister? That all made her gut knot.

She stood up after a while and walked down the row. In the process, Liv slipped past Wes and Theo, only to catch the tail end of their little heart-to-heart. If you ask her, it was probably one-sided. While she didn't know Wes all that well, as she was best friends with no one in Camp Athens, the relationship of Wes and Trinity - to outside observers such as herself - seemed to tread on thin ice. There was the Aphrodite charm that couldn't be reeled in coupled with that fierce Ares attitude. And if you hadn't heard by now, the Ares children have a problem with relationships.

"Read the room, man," she practically snarled as she slipped by. Wes didn't ask her to step in and help him out, and she certainly wasn't going to stick around, but she felt like it was only common sense not to rub salt in someone's obviously gaping wound. As quickly as her words slipped through the thicket of tension building up between Wes and Theo, she was disappearing just as fast.

Liv did what she does best; stomped down the path to her cabin, slammed the door shut, and fall flat on her bed. She screamed in her pillow, gripping it tightly until her pale knuckles were whitening. She did this whole dramatic thing where she kicked at the mattress and screamed some more; irritated by the notion that Nicholas was on his way.





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None of this was real, and Rae knew that. If she took emotion out of it, which she often did, she could look at the situation with a coldly logical eye and see the trials for what they were - a really bad scare tactic. After she straightened herself in her seat, wiped and shrugged away the physical burdens of her emotions, she was able to fall into her typical calm, cool, and collected demeanor.

None of this was real. The memories were certainly not fake, but even memories were prone to the error of the human brain as the finer details get pruned more and more the deeper they are stored. As time passes by, even memories become inaccurate and unreliable. Many Demigods had faced 'what-if' scenarios devoid of evidence that such things would only happen. The only foundations those trials had to stand on were the weaknesses of human emotion and insecurity; the fear of treading unknown territory as people that deem themselves unlovable enter the foreign realm of being genuinely cared for.

She finally stood up, adjusted her top, and dug her hands into the pockets of her sweats. When she got to Cherise (who, by this time, had made her own way toward Daniel) she smiled, "A great end to this day would be to Netflix and chill." She offered this suggestion rather than bring up the trials because it made little sense to her to be worried about things that weren't even real or presently transpiring. On that same note, she's opening herself up to accepting that the three of them could get along together, and that she's not worried about the potential for a Cherise and Daniel romance.

"I think that actually sounds great," Cherise chimed, a sense of relief washing over her. There are many times when Rae's social awkwardness could really make a situation a thousand times worse, but in times like these, she's lowkey thankful that Rae was Rae - able to compartmentalize really well.

Rae gave the pair of them two thumbs up accompanied by her very best wide-lipped smile, "Sounds great. I will let the two of you converse about - well, whatever it is that is on your minds." She started to walk away, and when she got to the last row and she was well on her way out of their sights, she turned around, cupped her mouth like holding up a megaphone, and yelled up at them, "None of it was real!" With that, she waved at the two of them, pivoted on her sneakers, and dipped out.

Cherise was left with Daniel, if he hadn't decided that the trials were too much for him and he needed to get away, anyway. With a bright smile she looked down at him, hands on her hips and head tilted, "So, we didn't get a super slow day but you know, it's not half bad. Some things were seen that can probably not be unseen, but like Rae said - most of it isn't grounded in reality. We don't have to worry about these things."

She offered him a small hand, "You do know that I am not giving you much of a choice to come with me to Rae's place, right?" That amiable smile turned into a goofy little grin, "After all, if you're going to hang around me, you're going to have to deal with her at some point."

She nodded toward the exit and attempted to drag him along to Rae's cabin. If he was truly adamant about not tagging along, she'd leave him be. Otherwise, it's time to hang out with friends and enjoy whatever was left of the day.

Moments slipped by as Rae wandered slowly toward her cabin. The air felt thick with Demigods broken beyond what could possibly be repaired, and even worse - with whatever tomorrow was bringing that loomed over their current thoughts like some ominous shadow.

On the way to her place she walked past Sylas, and something about him just made her want to give him some space. It could have been the brutality of his trial or even Sloane's. In at least two trials, Sylas was the common denominator, and that was always a bad sign. Still, she gave him an easy smile because - let's face it, he was dangerously cute.

But no. Compose yourself, she thought, and by the time she looked over her shoulder, he had disappeared from her line of sight.

Then there was Trinity, and the scene would have been comical if the whole reason behind the Ares woman's steps weren't so profoundly fucked up. Rae didn't know whose cabin the blonde had disappeared into, but she decided to mind her own business. She didn't like to poke bears.

Soon enough she was at her cabin, and she decided to leave her door open for others to come join her. Unlike when she had Pete here, her place was actually cleaned and furnished decently. While awaiting the others, if there would be others, she got to making some snacks and bumping some awfully loud angry music from a Spotify playlist called “Burn it all Down”. While she sliced, chopped, and stirred away, she shook it like it's hot in her kitchen - sometimes using a butter knife as a microphone for her less than stellar voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Trinity was up next and hers seemed to feature an exclusive utopia for the child of Ares. Then the shitstorm revealed itself when Theo and Wes stepped out and went for each other. Trinity was...all things considered pretty patient with them. But when she pinned Theo by impaling him, he knew she was done. Wes was next and met a grimmer fate and Trinity grieved.

Iliana was called. The little thing almost escaped his attention but the spotlight was on her now for them all to see. He doubted that what showed itself was a particular fear play by play but rather what she had been through. But none of it really moved him in one way or the other. Nor did Theo's...even when it had a cameo of him being overwhelmed by the enemy.

Then finally Andy was called. He felt sick. Sicker still to find a part of him interested to see what, of all the things she had been through, would be her worse torment. She appeared to be in the Underworld...of course...it's where she was tortured, it didn't exactly host the best memories. And in the Underworld, Hades resided naturally and menacingly. Seeing himself tied next to Ajax however while Andy had a chance to choose made Mason scowl. Whatever presented itself...whatever her dilemma...Mason hated being compared to the son of Zeus. Especially from Andy's point of view. He didn't want to watch but at the same time, that's all he could do. He sucked in a breath and prepared to face the truth along with others. Gods this would be humiliating.

What came of the results was something entirely different. Andy apologized to Ajax and pulled the lever and his body suddenly dropped. Andy leapt into action, and she struggled to keep him up, easing the strain before hacking the rope he was tied to. Mason didn't feel joy or pride, only guilt at how much she had changed to save him over Ajax. Mason side glanced at fellow demigods and how they'd read the situation, barely able to bring his eyes back on the scene. Yet he did, watching Andy dig at dirt and plea hopelessly.

When she came to, their eyes met. She was the first to look away and retreat towards the exit. Mason stared where his corpse had been. It was too surreal. Did she know what she was doing and really pick him over Ajax? He didn't have too much time to unpack it because Liam was called. Really what showed was nothing he didn't already know. Dude was a ball of raging testosterone and douchery only, Mason had really undersold it for the big guy.

Anyway, he didn't much care that Liam went for the hair model unbiasedly. He didn't much care or sympathize with anyone's trial beyond his own and whatever he saw in Andy's. He should have been glad or relieved at least witnessing Andy's but...he couldn't because...it made them both each other's weakness and meant...they cared a lot more than words could ever cover.

By then the arena was half empty. It was unlike Mason to be lost in thought. He supposed some congratulations was due to the gods. They had broken their own demi-beings.

He headed to his cabin and thankfully everyone had their own shit to deal with meaning he'd be left alone. He'd wager it was going to be a quiet and long remainder of the day. But that suited him. Everyone isolating in their own little area was like a dream. Although as he lifted his eyes he saw Andy sitting at his steps. He sighed out a little under his breath.

"Come on then." Mason unlocked the door and pushed it open before taking Andy’s arm and pulling her along with him. Nothing too forceful just a little guidance. Usually, one would offer the traumatized a blanket or nice warm drink but Mason was a minimalist and looking at her now he could only think what the hell he saw. "Did you...did you mean to pull that lever?" He wasn't rubbing salt on the wound, only getting his head straight about what he thought he saw. Mason fell and died anyway but Andy's choice was to save him.

Before he knew it, he pulled her into a hug for once. Whatever she chose, it had to be hell for her and she clearly cared for him. And Mason cared for her. Without Andy, Mason would probably bury himself in the Underworld and morph into a Hades junior. She really tethered him to his humanity. He turned his head towards hers and kissed her head unabashedly. "You can stay here as long as you want." And longer still, but he didn't say that. And deeper down, he wanted her to stay. For tonight at least.




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ImageDaniel clucked his tongue. After that, absolute shitshow, that's all he could conjure. What a bunch of madness. Still, he smiled to Cherise before Rae joined them with some surprisingly wise words or a good recommendation at least. After some brief moments, Daniel opened his mouth to speak before the red head's words shouted down to them. "None of it was real!"

He knew. They knew that. But...there was a big but floating around that he didn't take great assurance in. Maybe because his was a little too close to home. Maybe because one of his greatest fears were shown to all of camp and kinda made him look mega shallow and would cause further misunderstanding than knowing him and a person's death should be...sacred? Somewhat private and not advertised. However, there was no denying Rae's logic. It was better to be in the present with a certain marvellous brunette standing over him laying down some future plans for the night. Definitely not asking.

Daniel smiled and took her hand and played puppy in love, following Cherise's lead. "I think I'm quickly learning what I signed up for," he confessed.

As they walked he was oddly happy. A misplaced mood given the recent happenings but he truly felt content to be walking hand in hand with the Daughter of Apollo. He'd squeeze and unsqueeze her hand, not because of anxiety or the sort, but simply because he could. And yeah they dawdled and he had nothing witty or charming or anything to say at all but, it wasn't an awkward silence. At least, he didn't feel it was. It just felt good to be out of that arena and oppressive atmosphere and see the world outside of hellish illusions again. "You know, I'm not sure why or how, but I expected it to be post-apocalyptic coming out of the arena. All burned up and full of debris. But it's good to see green again."

A boot through the open threshold and Daniel's nostrils were greeted by the scent of food. He didn't really expect Rae to be the hostiest hostess. Unless the girl had a mighty appetite and stress eating was a totally valid thing. The only sound of activity was the tv making Daniel turn to see two girls and one pooch on the couch with a tub of ice cream. Being concerned about Cherise's BFFL seemed lesser because honestly, what the hell did he say to Sloane? Glad to see your puppy isn't bleeding slaughtered? His gaze drifted back to Cherise to make the call and lead the charge. Whether they retreat and give the girls their time and space or shift the mood, join their binge watching, rule it as a girl's night, which he wouldn't take to heart. "Should I..." he gestured out the open door, speaking lowly. Honestly, he couldn't tell if the girls were awake or not, and even then, movie manners. "There will be plenty of opportunities for you to drag me over another day." It might have sounded a lot like an out, and usually Daniel was all about company and intruding. But girls needed to do their flock and hen things and stick together. Besides, Daniel knew when the ice cream was out things were getting real.

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xSloane was happy in the silence as the two girls shared the ice cream and watched TV. To say she had no idea what was going on in the show was an understatement, but the distraction of trying to figure it out more than sufficed. She was able to sink back into the couch and let her mind wander to anything but what happened over the past day. Rae pretty much did the same, only she was more content to sit back and watch the show without any reservation about whatever transpired today.

Sloane didn’t know what time it was. She expected their ice cream binge to be interrupted by Cherise and Daniel as Rae mentioned, but it never seemed to happen. Instead, it grew dark outside and hours ticked by with the passing of new episodes. Before she knew it her eyes grew heavy as an empty carton of ice cream sat between them. She was yawning more than she wasn’t and Rocco had already nestled himself into her lap for the long haul… or at least until she woke him up to head to bed.

With a stretch, Sloane yawned and rubbed her eyes. "I don’t think I can keep my eyes open much longer." She slowly scooped the pup up into her arms, somehow managing to not wake him up. "Thank you, again. I uh… This just means a lot." She gave Rae a small smile before wandering her way down the hall to the room she was given.

"Oh! Right, it is pretty late," she laughed, surprised by the time. She gave Sloane a wave as she slipped away into her own room, but Rae, herself, needed to get her cabin together. She closed the front door, cleaned the kitchen, and then headed to bed.

A soft sigh escaped Sloane’s lips as she looked around at the foreign walls of another room. Since her time at camp, she has bounced between three different cabins. She felt out of place, like for some reason she just didn’t quite belong anywhere at camp. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, maybe get her own cabin at some point, although she wondered what Sylas might do once he knew she was on her own. A struggle for another day. Before she could worry herself with overthinking, Sloane climbed into bed with Rocco and quickly drifted off.

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When Rae woke she decided that maybe Sloane could use some breakfast at the cabin instead of forcing herself out to the chow hall. The redhead didn’t have much in the fridge, but she could whip up something. She looked like shit - having forgotten to take off her makeup, foregone a morning shower, and ate way too much ice cream for her own good. The music she put on was very light unlike last night; a sort of tribal like tune that gave her peace of mind when her body felt like it was hit with a dump truck - rather treated like one the night before.

Sloane slept... Some. Not Much. It was a restless night of tossing and turning. Rocco comforted her... Or best he could for being a dog that didn't really know much of what's been going on. When the sun started to pour in through the window, she figured that was as good of a time as any to get up. It wasn't like the pup was going to let her get much more, whining and barking at the door. The second she opened it, he bolted out of the room and toward the kitchen, obviously wanting a piece of whatever Rae was cooking.

When Sloane woke up, Rae put some scrambled eggs in a bowl for Rocco and smiled. Every dog liked eggs, and they were good for the coat. While he ate, she spoke to him like she was having a conversation with a human, "I knew I heard you begging in the room when I started cooking. You can’t fool me, buddy." She gave him a quick pat on the head and then swiftly turned her attention to the brunette.

"Let’s eat and talk, yeah? Now that we’ve had a night to think about what’s happened, it’s a good time. I didn’t say anything last night because - well, you seemed a bit emotional when what’s necessary more than that is viewing what you saw through a logical lens." The way she spoke had a more aloof tone than that of which she used to speak to the dog. Animals operated on a basic set of biological and innate predispositions, so they were easier for her to connect with. Rae also operated the same way, or so she liked to think. Most humans did not, so she had trouble connecting on a more relaxed and emotional level. That is why she tended to be that friend. The one that will tell you all the things you don’t want to hear because that’s what was necessary.

"You talk, I will listen. That’s how this works. When you feel yourself start to get emotional, I’d prefer that you take a breath, hold your tears, and think before you continue. I have a no crying policy in my cabin. I rarely make exceptions. So, please - go on." She pointed at Sloane with a spatula then went back to scrambling some eggs. She tossed some on a plate and shoved it toward her companion. They ate a tub of ice cream so a lean breakfast was necessary.

Sloane slunk onto a chair in front of the eggs. Her gaze fell to the yellow blobs and whatever appetite she had quickly faded away. She didn't want to talk, especially not about what Rae was hinting at. She'd be far happier pretending like the past couple of days didn't happen while slipping away into nonexistence within this cabin. Neither one of those seemed to be a likely option. On the one hand, it wasn't any of the red head's business, nor did Rae really give a warm, non-judgmental vibe when it came to unloading her problems. Sloane didn't plan on crying, but being told to suck it up didn't really sit well with her.

In the end, she settled for a compromise. "My brother and I don't see eye to eye. Our relationship is... complicated. Liam is a case of wrong place wrong time. He went all knight-in-shining-armor and spirited me away. He's been helping me, but the other day he pushed me a little too far out of my comfort zone... That's when I ran into you." It wasn't everything. Sloane's brief summary of the events that have transpired since she came to camp was vague, to say the least. But she didn't lie and she did what Rae asked... talk. "Then Liam tried to kill Sylas, which brought Poseidon here, and you saw the rest." That was the best she was going to get.

Sloane haphazardly picked at her eggs, taking a couple bites to not insult Rae, but she wasn't hungry. She hoped the girl didn't ask her more questions or pry further. She wasn't in the mood to take a trip down memory lane. It wasn't the most comfortable environment for sharing. The last thing she needed was another person chastising her for the decisions she's made and how she has handled her situation with her brother. Rae seemed to be more opinionated than most and lack a bit of sympathy, so she could only imagine the less than comforting things that would come out of her mouth if Sloane told the truth.

After one last bite, Sloane got up from her chair looking down at Rocco. "I'm going to go get dressed. He probably needs to go on a walk." Without another word, she shot Rae a small smile and disappeared into her temporary room. There was no reason to try to impress anyone, Sloane didn't plan on running into anyone while she was out. So she grabbed the first matching outfit she could find and put it on.

Just before Sloane slipped outside with the dog, Rae made it a point - in a judgmental way, to offer a bit of food for thought, "Knight in shining armor? You sound judgmental, if I were, to be honest. He pushed you too far out of your comfort zone? I guess that makes you the victim. I get it. It’s easy to judge people like us - the ones that can’t properly handle people and emotions. If you ask me, which you didn’t - maybe you’re the one being harsh. I mean, aren’t you the reason we all had to undergo trials? The common denominator sounds a lot like you. But whatever, girl - you’re the victim in all of it."

She took a little bit of offense to someone calling another person a ‘knight in shining armor’, when what had happened was that Liam simply protected someone that he didn’t even know.

Sloane stopped dead in her tracks as Rae spoke to her. While her gaze was focused forward and her expression blank, she heard every word. She was the problem. She thought it for a while now, but hearing it come from someone else didn't make it any easier. Part of her wanted to cry. She felt her throat tighten as she began to blink more, fighting it best she could. Without a word, she turned around and headed back for the room. It wasn't her room, not anymore. It seemed her lot in life was bouncing around from cabin to cabin. In the end, she was just another person's burden. As Rae said, she was the common denominator. So, the solution was removing herself from the equation.

She gathered up what little bit of her items weren't in her bag and shoved them inside. Deja vu. It's fine. She would be fine. Sloane kept reassuring herself as she zipped up the bag and put it over her shoulder. When she stepped back out into the common area, she looked over to Rae. "I never said I was innocent... And maybe I was judgmental, I didn't mean to be." She adjusted the duffle bag over her shoulder and exhaled softly. "It is hypocritical to accuse someone of being judgmental while you judge them."

With nothing else to say, she gave Rae a small, sad smile. "Thanks again for your help and thoughts." Sloane took up Rocco's leash and headed out of the cabin. She didn't say she wouldn't be back, but Rae wasn't stupid. Leaving with her bag in tow was a pretty plain indicator of that. Considering the woman didn't seem to care much about emotions, she doubted that she offended Rae by leaving. And as she mentioned before, no crying her cabin. Sloane quickly got a feeling that the two weren't going to see eye to eye, or at least not well enough to live under the same roof.

Rae simply smiled, waved, and let the girl be on her way. She’s not one to chase.

The fresh air felt nice and seemed to be a bit lighter on a new day. The weight of the trials still lingered about like unseen fog, but new thoughts plagued her mind and weighed her down like an anchor. Sloane let the dog lead her about. She had nowhere to go or be, so mindlessly wondering would perhaps hold off the stress of finding somewhere else to stay. She hoped Rocco didn't carry her towards another person wishing for her to sit down and bear her soul. She didn't care what dots people connected from the trials. They could think whatever they wanted and spread their whispers. It didn't bother her. Anything was better than facing a gauntlet of inquisitive demigods.

Rocco seemed to be on a journey, one that Sloane didn't realize the destination until they were there. Liam. His cabin looked as empty and vacant as it did the night before. He was in Tartarus for who knows how long, but it already felt weird without him there... Even if he always did and said the wrong things. She sighed, preparing to turn back when Rocco's leash slipped from her hand. Without a moment's hesitation, the dog bolted for the cabin and ran up the steps. Once on the porch, he began to bark and scratch at the door.

"Rocco!" Sloane called after him as she slowly followed behind. "Come on, buddy. He isn't home," she said softly as she leaned down and picked up his leash.

Rae, herself, eventually left her cabin in nothing more than a bikini and a beach skirt. Even now the sun was bright in the sky, and it was already quite warm. She’d stroll to the beach, lay down a towel, and plop herself right down on her back. She wasn’t going to worry about women, men, and their countless dramatics. If there was nothing else to do, she’d chill and maybe the gods will bless her with a man without a shirt.

Probably just in her dreams. Even then, she wouldn’t complain. For now, a little tanning - not that she ever fucking tanned - did the mind wonders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Did she just roll out of bed this morning and think, 'I wanna bug the guy who killed everyone in his trial?' What is it about people at this fucking camp thinking they are entitled to the truth? It's like they assume because they asked nicely that you'll just tell them whatever they want to know. Sorry," Sylas seemed to have a lot to get off his chest after a few short and quiet moments which elicited a light laugh from the dour and moody daughter of Poseidon. Since she had only gotten a cup of coffee, she took his offer by removing the fork from his hand, stabbing some random piece of food, and putting it into her mouth. Afterward, she handed the utensil back to him.

Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her skull, the irritation evident in every gesture of her body and deeply embedded in the tone of her voice, "I'll take Nosy Nelly over my brother any day of the week." Wouldn't anyone? At least Penelope was easy to scare off. "She's much easier to force submission with," she gestured to the tipped-over chair and the remnants of the redhead's meal left on the floor.

Since they had already shared intimate space, and she wasn't exactly invested in Evelyn and Sylas' relationship at all (whatever it was, she didn't know), she scooted her chair and leaned closer toward him. "You know, I wouldn't mind helping you with this... Liam issue." It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. With all the trials, the fighting, and everything else that had gone on between Sloane, Liam, and Sylas, there was an undeniable violent tension between the two men.

Liv's head tilted as she watched his reactions, taking a moment to let him think without her intrusive commentary. These kinds of conspiracies took a bit of time to soak in. "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."

Her gaze ventured beyond just Sylas as she turned to look over a shoulder at the current occupants in the chow hall. It wasn't long before her attention returned to her present company. "So many new faces. You can't tell me that your handsome looks can't charm a few unsuspecting newbies?" There was a slight challenge to her tone, and it was accompanied by a devious little smirk. If anyone could charm the thorns off a rose, it would probably be Sylas. Definitely not a Poseidon girl.

She sighed at him, "A little more division between demigods would mean less attention on us. You should think about it. Hmm?" Liv stood, scooped up her now empty coffee mug, and winked at him. "You never know. Nervous Nelly might be a good asset. She certainly floats around and talks enough." She gave him a back-handed wave as she left him to his thoughts.

With her brother's arrival and the tone of her own father at the trial, she figured that it would only be a matter of time until she had to be ready for something. With her appetite out of wack, her trial an embarrassing display of a daughter pining for daddy's love like some stupid fucking Lifetime movie, and a generally foul mood - she might as well as be on her own today. That meant just her, the cabin, and a day spent sleeping away everything she felt at the moment.

Being a child of Poseidon was often like this; good days, bad ones, horrible ones, the desire to be alone - and everything along the full spectrum of emotions and their accompanying behaviors. With all the new kids seeming to flood into Camp, she felt like today would be the day that she spent indoors.

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Ah, how the gods do answer prayers after all. When she finally opened her eyes, her dream came true - there was a man, shirtless, cute, and coming out of the ocean. When he got there or if he had been there already, she didn't know. Didn't care. Naturally, she would observe him emerging from the water by slightly holding her torso up with an arm placed off behind her.

His appearance was average, but you know - it was attractive. The redhead did enjoy a man with disheveled dark hair, and as was "observed", a bit of scarring. Her head tilted from side to side; eyes following his motions the closer he got. To her surprise, he was perfectly willing to sit down right next to her - no second thoughts. Of course, what man wouldn't? She's a bombshell of a woman. At least, she thought so. Regardless, she spent the first moment unabashedly eyeballing him to death - perhaps even to the point where he'd be uncomfortable. She's literally undressing the rest of him with her salacious eyeballs. Oh, if only the Daughter of Artemis would possess some ability to see through things.

Oh, her thoughts. Where was she? Right. He was speaking to her, and it had taken a second or two for the actual soundwaves of his words to make their way into her skull, "Hey there, name's Vincent, friends call me Ace. What do you all do when someone new comes to camp? Any interesting demigod rituals?"

Vincent had all the right questions, but he was asking the wrong woman. A smirk found her features, but she hadn't quite said anything just yet. She'd let him stew in his words and allow her impish body and facial gestures to make him second-guess exactly what he had stumbled upon. As if she had been done with her front side, she rolled onto her stomach.

Rae kicked her feet up into the air and rested her chin against a palm. "Hmmm," she feigned thinking, even going so far as to appear as though the wheels were turning in her head. They weren't. She knew exactly what she wanted to say before he had even spoken. "Well, I don't know any rituals to welcome demigods. Buuuut," she swung her gaze to him and gave off a bright red-lipped smile, "I wouldn't be averse to creating some. You know - it never hurts to be properly introduced. There's not much going on today anyway."

She watched for his own reaction, trying to gauge whether or not she could add him to her, unfortunately, short list of men she'd love to keep her company throughout the dour mood of Camp Athens. While she waited for him to say whatever he wanted to say, or even just to leave, she kept her chest off of the sand with her arms. Undoubtedly, purposefully so, as it provided the most pleasing view of her boobs. Nothing got a man more than physical appearance. Men were all boobs and ass before thought, and Rae prefers less thought when it comes to the male species. She hasn't met a man smarter than her anyway, so she gave up on the intelligence factor a long time ago.

"On a scale of one to ten, how are your coffee-making skills?" It was an important question for any man that she thought about screwing around with. Even a reptilian-brained creature could operate something so simple.

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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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Vincent could feel her eyes looking him over. Some may have found it uncomfortable but her actions didn't bother him, most things didn't. The only thing he may have been slightly conscious of was the many scars covering his body. Most weren't associated with moments Vincent remembered fondly but he didn't want others to presume he was bothered by them, so he tried to reveal as little as possible about his feelings about them for moment.

Considering how she was looking over him Vincent believed it to be fair play to respond similarly. She was very attractive and seemed to know that she was from her body language. During their conversation she would accentuate her feminine features and beauty. Vincent had no reason to complain, he could appreciate beauty as much as the next guy but he did wonder exactly why she presented herself that way. Maybe there was some greater meaning behind it but at that moment he could care less and just enjoyed the view.

When she turned over onto her stomach, kicking her feet up as she did, with her head rested on her palm she had a 'quizzical' look on her face. Maybe she was feigning it but Vincent didn't mind, her actions made him feel a little at ease. After a little bit she answered his question and said, "Well, I don't know any rituals to welcome demigods. Buuuut . . ." Before continuing she turned towards him and smiled. "I wouldn't be averse to creating some. You know - it never hurts to be properly introduced. There's not much going on today anyway."

He shrugged in response to her suggesting creating some form of introductory ritual. Vincent wasn't familiar with the lifestyle of demigod's who attended camp so he didn't know what to really expect from them. From his past experience most tried to live just like any other person before coming to camp but he had no idea what things would be like once he came because he never wanted to be here.

Vincent then smiled and said, "I also wouldn't be against the creation of some, as long as it's on the more fun and entertaining side and not the hazing and abusive side." He then thought a little bit before continuing, "But if I weren't on the receiving end I wouldn't be opposed to the latter."

She then asked him a seemingly unimportant question, "On a scale of one to ten, how are your coffee-making skills?" There were certain connotations associated with drinking coffee at another's place which she may have been alluding to so Vincent thought about how he should respond to her. It hadn't been long since a good friend and partner of his had betrayed him, which was a still a sore spot for Vincent, so he didn't know if he should pursue any form of relationship or not. There were pros and cons to both choices and different outlooks associated with them but he hadn't given the idea much thought, he didn't really have much time to form one.

He then layed down on the beach next to her on his side, supporting his head with one arm while their faces were a few inches away from the other. "I would say a solid seven, I'm much better with tea. I've never heard any complaints from those I've entertained or served but maybe they were satisfied with the other aspects of my 'hospitality'." He let the small innuendo exist between them, leaving room for her response.

After a while Vincent stood up, dusting off whatever sand may be on his skin and adjusting his suspenders back over his shoulders. There were some clouds overhead which made the beach slightly colder than it was previously. He handed his jacket towards the redhead before saying, "Seems like you won't have much more time to tan and it's getting a little chilly." He then grabbed the rest of his clothes from the ground before asking her, "I haven't had the pleasure of receiving your name. Are you going to tell me or wait until I finally ask you directly?"


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Rae couldn't help but chuckle at his response, "I also wouldn't be against the creation of some, as long as it's on the more fun and entertaining side and not the hazing and abusive side." He seemed to change his tune by placing the shoe of the hazed on another foot, "But if I weren't on the receiving end I wouldn't be opposed to the latter." Unfortunately, or not, for Vincent - Rae was not the bullying kind of gal. Sure, she had serious sexual addictions that may or may not have anything to do with voids that may or may not exist, but she was still a decent woman.

Her feet kicked a bit in the air; a simple idle animation that was otherwise meaningless. "Do I sense that I have a bad boy on my hands?" She masked the serious inquiry underneath the playfulness of her tone. Not that she'd mind. Hell, her first and last good lay here in Athens seemed like a troublemaker. Maybe she just attracted those types of guys.

If there were any emotions scrawled either on his features or in his body language, she didn't seem to pick up on them easily. Vincent didn't seem bothered, however, or she figured he might have left by now. Any man that didn't enjoy an extremely forward woman would have run for the hills. Maybe even just drowned themselves in the ocean. Her personality didn't mesh with very many people, especially those in the heavy testosterone department. Yet, Vincent appeared to respond to her with just as much flirtation, so she felt okay to proceed. Not that she wouldn't have if she knew he was uncomfortable. The gods did give him two working legs to get away.

I would say a solid seven, I'm much better with tea. I've never heard any complaints from those I've entertained or served but maybe they were satisfied with the other aspects of my 'hospitality'." By this time, he had unabashedly gotten right into her personal space. Hell, her intimate space. For a second there she had a momentary lapse in character and seemed surprised. She blinked once or twice too rapidly. Usually, she's the first one to get this close, but here he was - breaking rules.

"You are quite devious, aren't you?" She spared a moment to boldly reach out and run a finger or two across his chest; her eyes following the motion. It was then that the P.A. system could be heard far too loudly, disrupting the mood. Rae was getting there, too.

After he stood, as did she. Since he offered his jacket, and it was getting a bit nipply, she took it. "Seems like you won't have much more time to tan and it's getting a little chilly." She watched him gather the rest of his belongings, looking very much like a sad puppy. "I haven't had the pleasure of receiving your name. Are you going to tell me or wait until I finally ask you directly?"

With the daunting task of training being on the horizon, she hardly thought it was appropriate to ask Vincent to his cabin. Whatever was going to happen, she had no desire to be sore for it. "The gods are cruel," she mused in a disappointed sing-songy voice as she tugged the jacket over her shoulders.

Since he was adamant about getting her name, she finally entertained him with an introduction, "Rae, daughter of Artemis. A point that seems to be of interest to most of the Demigods here. Parentage. Do with that what you will," she shrugged once and started to head away from the beach and toward the cabins. She'd need to shower and get dressed.

She allowed herself to walk with him for only a short while before she stopped abruptly and turned toward him, "My cabin's the one with the raven knick-knack surrounded by the lunar cycle hanging on the door." She even pointed in that general direction, "If you want the jacket back, you'll have to come to get it." She smirked, twirled back around, and made off toward her cabin.

The moment her back turned away from him, all notes of friendliness faded from her features. Training. Rae didn't want to do anything like that right now. Sure, she did well enough with her abilities, but she didn't exactly have many things to do that didn't support others. Maybe she'd get lucky and it would be a team-building exercise. Then again...

... she already got lucky being blessed by a half-naked man on the beach, so there was likely no more luck to be had.

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Of course, when she finally made it to the arena she would note that her luck did, in fact, run out. It was a sparring event. Not exactly anything original. It was made worse by the fact that the pairings would be made at random by drawing a token. The redhead brushed some hair behind an ear, her eyes venturing about to seek out which meathead she could possibly be paired up with. Even a gal as comfortable and confident as she had her own self-doubt when it came to certain things. Sex? Sure. Advice about life? Great! Need a gal pal or a wing woman? She's right there. Put her in an arena with anyone here, and she might be put on her ass. Or worse - someone was going to ruin her precious face and body.

When it was her turn to take a token, she reached into the bag and snatched up a black one. She didn't even want to know who else had it. She sat down and went over the logistics of the arena and its magical property; running various scenarios through her head about how it might change for her. How much it might change for her opponent.






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"Yeah, they’re healing up nicely," Mason responded in a way that might offend most people, but Cherise could understand that he didn't exactly want to open up and stare at her or anything. Hey, a wall is as good as anything... she supposed.

It was around then that Andy took her seat and responded in a more social fashion, which certainly complimented the brooding asocial Demigod of Hades. "Still a little sore. But mostly just bruises. Thanks again for your help. I'm sure Daniel is grateful I'm not dead. I'm glad he has you for a friend." This got a bright smile from Cherise - as if it was that hard to get the sun child to brighten up anyway.

She gave off a little wave toward Trinity, but she didn't recall ever meeting the woman.

"Help yourself if you want," Mason's invitation surprised her a bit, as he seemed more content with the wall than an actual living being trying to talk to him.

Regardless, Cherise waved one of her hands toward him in a motion to decline his offer to join them. "Oh, I had no intention to join. I was just checking up, is all." Despite Mason's awkward nature, she still smiled his way, "I am going to eat outside."

With a swift departing wave toward the party of three, she turned and did just that - took some time to eat outside and enjoy the morning air. Until the announcement of training chimed over the loudspeakers anyway. She finished up her food, took back her empty dishware, and traveled back to her cabin with a nice leisurely stroll.

Along the way, Cherise saw a few people here and there, but she mostly minded her own business. She'd likely spend the rest of her remaining time figuring out what to wear, especially since the details on this training event left... much to be desired.

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Cherise went with something sporty casual. It was an outfit that wouldn't get in the way, but she also wouldn't mind if it got ruined. In all likelihood, she was going to be destroyed depending on the type of training it was. She didn't bring anything else but herself since it was stated that everything else will be provided. On second thought, she should have brought her bow.

She ended up at the arena around the same time Rae had. Luckily, the redhead was close to Daniel so she could be near them both at once. Cherise didn't want there to be any sort of awkwardness between the three of them. Daniel is the guy she's interested in, but Rae is her bestie. There isn't a cute rhyming scheme like "bros before hos" for women, but the rule still applied.

When Nicholas explained the mechanics of the training, she sighed. Rae and Cherise seemed to look at each other at the same time, and they likely had the same thought about the matter. After the moon child got her black token, Cherise plucked out her own. Gold. Not black. At least she won't be pit against her best friend!

Ah, but anyone here could pulverize her.

After she sat back down, she was practically lifting her bum all the way out of her seat to sneak a peek at Daniel's own token. She's probably fall over if she leaned forward even just an inch more!

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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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It was all brawls and thrills, chases and pain, the way a good fight should be, but a few rang out with their more subtle/mental abilities. Involuntarily, her nose crinkled watching Wes and the other girl. Just cause there was a lot less punching and elbowing, slashing and stabbing than she'd like and a lot more close proximity and pressing against him than she cared for.

Wes even took a moment in the fight to glance at Trinity and flash a little smirk and wink, which while it fueled her with just a bit of pride and she could feel herself gush inside, she was more inclined to rise to her feet and point in the arena and shout for him to focus. It went on for a bit, Trinity nonetheless intrigued and judging her boyfriend's and the opponent's fight. But there had to be a winner and a loser, and Wes took the defeat. Trinity watched him travel all the way back to her, matching his smile then looked forward.

"Well, I used pheromones. Does that count?"

Trinity shook her head slowly with a slight smile but not in a disapproving way. More that she had painted such a stigma to herself that she was gonna grill his fighting style upon return. And really, he was on point about it. "I actually thought you did really well." She turned to him and smiled. Somewhere Trinity could even appreciate how much less effort it was to nestle into a guy and make him pass out rather than have to punch their lights out. And she didn't know the whole extent of Wes's powers and pheromones but again, less physical effort and an asset to the battlefield nonetheless.

Far less endearing was Liam, showing them how it’s done. Swift and to the point as ever although a certain suspense continued as he stood over his helpless victim. Rather than pummel him and break a bone or two-hundred and six, he chose to leave. But she should thank him for reminding her how much more satisfying it is to deck a moron.

A few more spars followed and then...well, why cause a lull? Trinity clapped a hand down on Wes’s knee before rising. "Black," she announced, making her way to the arena and holding it up.


Of all that remained, she got the daughter of Artemis. Trinity changed her stance to face the red-head side on as the arena shifted to cater for their needs. The women didn’t require much; a simple weapons rack and the vast open space of the gladiatorial floor.

Rae couldn’t remember if she had ever met Trinity, but the blonde looked unassuming. Yet, she’s also the Daughter of Ares, and after Liam’s less than spectacular but somehow still brutal performance with regards to Lochlan’s brief catnap, the Daughter of Artemis was not thrilled. At all. However, in the spirit of awesome girl power, she hoped to at least put on a show for their awaiting audience. She’d come out on the losing end, most likely, but she’d learn a thing or two. Rae didn’t believe in complete failures, just really hard - or in this case - painful lessons.

Not the kind to wait for the opponent to strike first or get the upper hand, Trinity struck out a kick for Rae’s legs followed by a combo of punches aiming high and low. She knew throwing any opponent off balance or on the defense straight away was useful but especially these Artemis spawns so the assault continued.

Rae was not a helpless girl, and she did know a thing or two about fighting. She held up her fists and forearms to her face, but Trinity’s blows were knocking back said appendages back into her face anyway. None of the blocking with either her legs, hands, or arms was going particularly well, and she was having a hard time staying on her feet. She could bound and duck and side-step, but only for so long. She was not about to win a bout of physical fighting with the Daughter of Ares.

In the flurry of assaults and defensive maneuvering, the panting redhead managed to somehow create some space. She couldn’t remember how only that she’s relieved to take a real breath and not hard panting and grunts. She know that Trinity wasn’t going all-in on her, or she’d have been floored like Lochlan already.

It was time. Rae’s eyes turned from their bright hazel to amber and very feline-like. The sounds that came from her body would be very audible - cracking of bones, shifting of organs, sprouting of hair, and the woman’s own throat crying out from all the pain. It was not easy to shift. From two-legged Demigod, she was now on all fours sporting a yellowish-brownish coat and a dark brown mane as the notorious king of the jungle - a lion. On all fours, the beast was a little over four feet and 500 pounds. It wasn’t amazing, but eh - it was the best she could do under all of the pressure. She roared loudly, then began to run at Trinity like prey. If the Ares child didn’t move out of the way quickly enough, she’d be pounced on, mauled, and bitten wherever Rae could sink the lion’s teeth and claws into.

It took Trinity a beat, somewhere between horrified and awe-struck to experience the transition up close, before she snatched up a sword from the rack to face the menacing roaring beast. She dove out of the way of the lion’s path, barely missing tooth and claw, heart-racing wildly. But it also excited her. It adrenalized her. She slashed at Rae being met with another display of large teeth that could easily rip her to shreds.

Humans were easier. Alert animals were harder to maneuver around and stab Trinity had come to learn quickly. Every plunge of the blade set for the large cat seemed to whiz by, merely trimming the mane, if anything, or the attack had to be withdrawn or diverted quickly to dodge her opponent's new array of natural weaponry. Still, Trinity couldn't do much else until she could obtain some range. However, trying to buy time became costly when Rae viciously swiped out and clawed her arm. Trinity instinctually lashed out in turn, hoping to inflict her own wound or at least slow the opponent in some form.

Trinity’s blade sliced open the lion’s shoulder, and there was a very cat-like yelping. If it could be called a yelp at all. It was a pained noise, nonetheless, with blood pebbling through its coat and quickly dripping to the sandy arena floor. But the lion was not too perturbed, as it was, after all - an animal. It saw Trinity as prey, even though it would find out soon enough that Trinity, was in fact, the predator. The animalistic brain did not realize that fast enough.

The crimson streaks drifting down from the blonde’s arm didn’t bother her in the slightest. And she wasn’t one to tend to injuries first. A new heat and love of battle could be seen flickering in her eyes, the first sign of ration leaving her. She spun away from the animal, sword twirling with her to threaten hot pursuit and with just enough space, raised her unarmed hand, palm upwards to conjure several weapons that would rain down on Rae if close enough. Not looking to control the conjured weapons, they plummeted downwards from where they temporarily spawned, whether serving as a piercing assault or distraction, Trinity swiftly rounded them and yanked the lion’s thick mane to the side to lower the head and avoid those teeth and threw a muscular leg over the broad shoulders.

The daughter of Ares was too strong for the lion. A few of the weapons that rained down pierced and maimed it. In a strange display, it attempted to buck Trinity off - but it was to no avail. Not that it meant the lion would submit just yet. There had to be a way to get this woman off of it, but damn if she wasn’t strong as hell. Much stronger than a mere beast.

The scene looked like a wicked though odd rodeo, Trinity trying to stay in position and wrestle control over Rae, who was in fact a large lion, onto her side and into submission. "Come on," she growled to herself. While trying to get the wild girl down, Trinity was also trying to juggle lion anatomy to know where the hell to attack to force forfeit.
"Fuck it. " Trinity grasped the jugular abruptly like her own hands were snakes, her fingertips the sharp fangs, her arms possessing the strength of a python and she held on with all her might.

The lion roared loudly and bucked back until it was on its two hind legs. The noise could have shaken the arena with its echo, but metaphorically so. It was loud. With Trinity still grappling it from behind, the creature’s back hit the ground pretty hard, eventually rolling onto its back.

Trinity didn’t cease her hold on the daughter of Artemis’s neck, it might’ve loosened but it wasn’t released until everything shifted to normal. No more weapon racks, no distortion of environment and no more lion. What she held onto became a naked red head causing Trinity to immediately release and shift away, flustered almost. "Sorry, " she said like she was somehow responsible for Rae’s exposure. "That was a pretty good fight." Because boy did it give her more respect for the raw power of wildlife. She lingered for a moment wondering about her responsibility with a very vulnerable ex-opponent in the ring.

When all was said and done, and the arena’s magic faded away, a nude Rae was left on the ground. Rae knew that she’d be too exposed for some of these PG-13 Demigods, but as she stood up and dusted her rear end off, the woman clearly had no shame. The secondhand embarrassment from Trinity, however, did make the redhead crack a smile. "Likewise, girlie. It was a real treat. I do love to see a strong woman in action," she gave the Ares child a wink. "Don’t worry. The human body isn’t all that great. Seen one, seen them all, they say."

Blair wasn't interested in these silly duels in the slightest. To her advantage whomever her partner was hasn't stepped up, which meant she got to sit there enjoying the sun and a pouty man-child on her lap. She had been mindlessly twirling a lock of Nick's hair while zoning out for who knows how long. But the less than subtle gasps and hoard of men pushing their way past caught her attention. When she looked up she was surprised to see a fiery redhead standing stark nude in the center of the arena. It seemed every person with a dick was pushing people out of their way for a better view, but no one was helping her.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at the baseness of the male species, before giving Nick a gentle nudge so he'd sit up. "Duty calls," she informed him while grabbing her purse and stealing his towel.

At first, Blair tried shoving her way past the ogling boys but didn't seem to be making any progress. So rather than waste more time, her form shifted until it was as tangible as mist. She looked as though anyone could reach out and touch her, but their hands could pass through her visage as if she were a hallucination. With no one to stand in her way, she walked through the stand as if they were empty, passing through people like they didn’t exist.

She didn't ask permission to enter the arena. Blair simply ascended the stairs and dared anyone try to stop her. She met Rae in the middle of the battleground with a friendly smile. "Here you go, honey," she said while holding out her purse toward the redhead. "I always carry a spare outfit." Once free of her bag, she took the stolen towel and held it up so that it at least covered the parts that matter. Blair heard some groans of disappointment behind her, but it only made her snicker. It was girl code. Like giving a girl a tampon when she asks without question, or pretending to be her friend when creepy guys were bothering her. Like an unwritten rule.

Rae wasn’t surprised that someone came to help her out, as it was just girl code. Not that she’d be upset at Trinity for the lack of offering any clothing. It was Rae’s own fault that she was now standing here in the middle of the arena reaching out for the set of attire given to her by Blair. "Many thanks," she responded with a large and bright smile. She made sure to give Trinity one as well, so as to not leave her feeling any sort of way about this awkward situation.

She held up the clothing and tilted her head from side to side, "Fashionable choice. I’ll wash and bring it back to you later." That said, she just tugged everything on right there. No one at Camp should be very surprised by Rae’s shamelessness.

That simple smile gave Trinity some assurance that she'd be fine with the aid she now received and Trinity gave a nod to the amber-haired one and returned to the stands by Wes. She just wrestled a fucking lion. And it was terrifying and awesome. And now there was the tail-end of a peep show. Only in Camp Athens.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Veronica Lewis
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Heath watched the duels carefully. He was going to take full advantage of being a spectator and felt watching these duels could help him in his own. No duel was completely the same even though there had been similarities. Even before and after the duels, Heath watched the combatants' demeanors. He decided to not show any bias towards any of the duelists, until it was Iliana's duel. She had been terrified, but Ethan's words calmed her down. Knowing Liv and Nicholas were siblings, he already had an idea of what Iliana was up against. He listened carefully as Iliana interacted with Liv. He didn't like how the woman treated his sister and Iliana didn't seem to notice just how insulting Poseidon's daughter was. However she was telling her the truth too, that was until during the duel when Liv told Iliana was killing her. Iliana had been in perfect control until then. Heath mentally cursed. Liv was smart and used Iliana's fear to her advantage. After that, the duel got more brutal, but Iliana did surprise him in trying to get herself out of the precarious situation she was in. However in the end she did lose, which didn't surprise Heath, but he was still proud of her. Soon she returned to them and ended up laying her head on his lap and falling asleep, obviously exhausted. There seem to be a pause in between duels when Veronica suddenly appeared and addressed Ethan. This definitely caught Ethan off guard, probably because he wasn't expecting to be dueling a woman. Heath knew his friend had been raised to respect women due to his southern upbringing. So it was no surprised that Ethan escorted Veronica down into the arena. This duel was like the polar opposite of Iliana's duel. Ethan definitely went with his strengths. While Heath had seen Ethan use his abilities, he never saw him use them without careful planning. Seeing him think of a quick solution so quickly made Heath proud of him and just like what Ethan hoped, the duel did end without either party getting hurt. Heath had looked in Wesley's direction to see if he had figured out if Veronica was his sister. Even at a distance, Heath had felt her power affecting him even though it had been directed at Ethan.

As the duo returned to Heath, Ethan answered Veronica's question.

"It was a spur of the moment. My dad is an architect and I want to be one too, so I am used to careful planning when it comes to my powers. But I remembered that I can create anything as long as something has form. I can't create something out of nothing like Andy, the one who battled Nicholas."

Once the two part ways, Ethan sat down next to Heath.

"Well done," Heath said before the two friends continued to watch another duel.

Trinity and Rae's duel reminded Ethan of a Rodeo Bull ride when he went to Texas once with his father. Only a lot more intense. It was no major surprise Trinity did end up on top. What was unexpected was that Rae went full frontal and apparently had no problem barring all. Both Ethan and Heath looked away out of respect, but not before getting an eyeful of her obvious beautiful figure. It was a relief when the camper with Nicholas gave Rae something to cover herself. Several guys complained but for two very conservative men, Heath and Ethan were relieved. And that last duel also seemed to be the last one for Nicholas appeared in the arena to mention that. Heath wondered why but saw how much time had passed. Maybe they would pick things up another time. Heath looked down at Iliana and gently shook her shoulder.

"Lia, the duels are done for today," he said.

Iliana eventually came to and was surprised to see she had actually fallen asleep. She did feel a bit better though. Slowly sitting up, she looked at her brother.

"Wha?" she asked, her voice a bit groggy.

Heath smiled when he replied, "The duels are done for now. We can leave. Do you want to get something to eat? The sun is going down."

Iliana nodded and the trio left the arena and headed for the Main hall. They were almost there when they saw Liv leave and headed in another direction. This reminded Heath of the Iliana's duel and he decided to tell Iliana what happened.

"Um, Iliana, Liv lied to you during your duel. You weren't killing her. She did it to get the upper hand on you. You actually were in complete control of your power."

This caused Iliana to pause. Her eyes widen and sudden she felt anger, but not towards Liv, towards herself. She kept getting duped. Liv was a smart person and Iliana did inadvertently told her one of her weaknesses. She knew Heath nor Ethan wouldn't be so easily tricked.

Taking a deep breath, Iliana looked at Heath and Ethan and said, "I guess I better stop being naive then. I need to get stronger and smarter. I just don't know how."

Both guys thought about it before Heath spoke up.

"Why not ask Nicholas or some of the other girls here for help? Ethan and I will always be here to help you, but we're not experienced when it comes to fighting. We definitely need help in that area for sure."

Ethan nodded and the trio finally entered the hall, only to see Nicholas eating. When Iliana saw him, she thought of what Ethan and Heath said and made a beeline for him.

"Um, hi, sorry for interrupting, but I just wanted to ask you a quick question. You're here to help us train better right? I need to become a smarter fighter. Can you help me in that area? If you can't it's fine, I'll ask someone else."

Ethan and Heath allowed Iliana her space and got something to eat and sat nearby so they were within earshot.




Nelly enjoyed all of the duels. Having perfect visual memory, she knew she would be remembering everything she saw today. For her the most entertaining part was watching Liam knocking out one guy cold before the duel could even begin. She couldn't help but laugh at that, even though she did feel bad for the other dude. She was genuinely surprised when she heard Iliana speak. Wasn't the girl mute? She would ask her what happened when she got the chance. It was very interesting to see new campers show up. Nelly would have tried initiating her own duel, but another one would start up almost instantly. When Rae and Trinity's duel started, she was determined to get up and find out who had the same color chip as she did. That duel was definitely one of Nelly's favorites and she found herself laughing again after the duel was over. Rae had shapeshifted into a lion during the duel and when she changed back, she was in her birthday suit. What made Nelly laughed was some of the guys' reactions, especially Heath and Ethan's. It was obvious that most of the guys were enjoying the view though. Soon another new camper appeared and gave Rae something to put on. It wasn't long after that that Nicholas said the duels were over.

"Well shoot! I wanted to have my duel. Oh well," she grumbled before standing up and going towards the arena.

Approaching Rae, Nelly smiled and said, "Wow, Rae, that shapeshifting skill of yours was so cool. You and Trinity are awesome. Say maybe one day we have an all girls night and go skinny dipping hehe."

Nelly had been raised to be proud of her female body and so wouldn't be shy about baring all either.

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Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen
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"I actually thought you did really well," Trinity replied with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A brow quirked at the final spectacle and the slightest smirk passed his lips. Mason made a note that he had to interact with that red head some more. She was always good-looking but…with more to see of the girl and less to hear it just made her even more attractive in that moment. She wasn’t exactly bashful either, she didn't have to be and Mason was glad for that. All this sitting around watching each other fight to have her body on display almost made it all worth it.

Then Andy entered his thoughts and he felt slightly bad for looking and enjoying the view. Even more so confused though because he was single and by all means free to look yet still felt bad somehow. The dilemma solved itself when a fellow girl clothed the daughter of Artemis. Nick took centre stage and dismissed them. Mason got to his feet but didn't dash for the exit, rather, he looked for the daughter of Hecate first to check her state. They were in foggy territory with each other, neither seeming to know how to be or what to be with the other one now. And Mason couldn’t stand it and had no intention of it carrying over to an extended amount of time.

He tried to catch Andy's eye and gestured for them to meet. He waited for everyone to file out because crowds were never his thing. Then with his hands in his pockets, he trickled out of the arena and headed to Andy's cabin using the shadows of sunset to go undisturbed. Whether she saw him gesture for her or not, the girl was likely to return to her sanctuary at some point and though patience wasn't in his set of skills, it'd be worth it and this was really only one of her sure points.

The mess hall seemed like a safe bet too sure but the amount of times he had to force Andy to eat something, and the number of people there...the off chance somebody decided to sit and talk or, even flirt with him or her just wouldn't help their current situation. Mason knew what he wanted and it was Andy. But the best place to meet and talk..., especially for a girl was in her own home for all the safety and assurance she needed.

He sat on her porch, hands together, hunkered forward and of all people, began to whistle a soft tune during the interval of waiting for her, head downward.

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Sylas wasn't the type to let the opportunity to sit and observe others' battle strategies, techniques and abilities go to waste. He observed every duel like it was a lesson with something for him to learn. He leaned forward in his seat, elbows on his knees and hands clasped together under his chin. Whenever something unexpected or worthy or note happened, his brows furrowed slightly. But other than that he was an unmoving statue. There was nothing of note happening in the stands. Everything of value took place in the arena and that's where his gaze remained fixed.

Wes and some unknown red head's spar seemed fairly basic and straight forward, until the end. There was some kind of powers going on there for a girl of such a small stature to take down someone of Wes's size... Even if the one armed moron was barely capable of fighting off a rabbit. He was large and the absence of one arm only let the other grow in tone to compensate for the loss. Depending on who girl's parentage, Sylas might have been able to get a sense of what she did. But the stands stood a fair bit back from the arena and whatever magical barrier kept the mayhem inside probably kept anything from leaking out and from anything getting in. Barriers weren't selectively tangible.

He'd be lying if Liam's trial didn't peek his attention a bit more than those before him. Ares child were fairly straight forward hot heads, get any of the riled up and they would dig their own hole quick enough. There was enough evidence that Liam was no different. He nearly killed Sylas due to his lack of anger management, which lead to their trials and the dumb ox's stay in Tartarus. The idiot didn't need much persuasion to make a fool out of himself, but he was also in Sloane's pocket, which added a bit of a challenge. If she used her own abilities to shield him then all that's left was a fight of brawn... And he was the inferior party in that conundrum.

Sylas was so distracted with his thoughts and strategizing he nearly missed Liam's opponent... Lochlan. It was the only time during the entire training that he showed more than a sliver of a shift. For a brief moment, Sylas sat upright, confused, curious, intrigued and... where was Sloane? His gaze quickly darted from head to head in the crowd until she found a familiar mane of brunette hair. He couldn't see her face to judge her reaction. And before he had a chance to even consider joining to her add another proverbial nail in her coffin, he heard Lochlan begin to say her name. Sylas just barely managed to look back at the arena to see Liam pull back his fist and Lochlan hit the dirt. Looks like he lost the 'shortest duel award'.

He was disappointed. There was much he could gain from watching that spar, aside from the fact that Liam was a jealous and protective man that hated when anyone said Sloane's name. Obviously. The mindless muscle was already leashed as Sloane's personal lap dog, whether or Liam knew it or his sister acknowledged it. Sylas knew the easiest way to get at either one of them was to prod the other. But the sudden appearance of Lochlan definitely added another chess piece onto the board. He wasn't sure if he was anything more than a pawn, but even the smallest piece could unseat the King and Queen. And while he was a master at playing the game, Lochlan was never one of his players.

Sloane nearly missed her opportunity in the limelight. Her opponent was a rather forgettable camper. Sylas could barely remember Duke's name, far less anything else about him. He knew the man was wrapped so tight in the Valis coils that if their ship sank, he'd almost certainly go down with it. Who was his parent again?... Hypnos? Hermes? The duel commenced with nothing being held back. Even though Sylas was intrigued by his sister's own spar, he knew her lack in any skill even remotely close to combat meant she would lose, sooner or later. So, he watched, while his brain rattled off Gods one by one, none of them seeming quite right.

That was until he saw Duke shoot flames from his hands. Hephaestus! Well... it was apparent he got his looks from Daddy. But to Sylas's surprise, Sloane was still holding on. He would have bet that the flames would have taken her out in no time, but the shield he held had to be enchanted. He found himself becoming more and more invested in the fight as his sister seemed to keep prevailing. She even let herself get burned for the chance to flee. When Duke caught up and tackled her to the ground, it was certainly over... But to his surprise, Sloane was ready with a dagger to his chest. Sloane won... Sloane won. His posture sagged as he slumped back into his seat. Well, fuck.

Sylas was almost certain that Liv would win her duel with the quiet mousey girl... What was her name? He didn't know or care. The little mute was always surrounded by her suffocating brothers or whoever they were. She spoke, that was something he supposed. But even after seeing her trial he didn't believe for a second that she was worth an ounce of concern. It was apparent she thinks she's sooooo dangerous and a killer. But Liv just slammed her ass with a fucking tsunami. There was no competition. He could destroy a girl like her without breaking a sweat. She wasn't even worth the effort of seducing and deflowering. It'd be his luck that afterward the girl would be so clingy that the only way he could rid himself of her would be to kill her.

Surprise, surprise... Liv won. He watched the brunette as she made her way back into the crowd, nodding ever so slightly in her direction when their gazes met briefly.

Joy, more forgettable people. Sylas sighed as he ran a hand back through his hair. He knew the guy was one of the goodie-two-shoe trio, but the girl was another new face. He was social enough, but he usually only entertained himself with people who seemed... well... entertaining. The girl looked like she could be worth some of his time. That was until she started to sing... and dance. Sylas's face scrunched up in visible confusion. "What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching in disbelief. Well, this was the most ridiculous thing he's ever seen. Luckily, the charade was cut short when the boy created a maze to entrap her. It then shifted to glass and before he knew it, she was on the ground in the fetal position and the... duel was over.

Sylas rolled his eyes disappointed and annoyed. Duels, sparring... They're fights not whatever bullshit theatrics that was. He was growing impatient and bored. He was hoping for entertaining fights, to gauge everyone's battle prowess but half of these 'fights' barely qualified as a duel. All it did was further prove who at camp was a worth ally or opponent, and who would be utterly useless in a battle. The number in the later category was startling. No wonder Poseidon was pissed. This was a useless bunch of demigods.

Thank the Gods the last spar was actually a fight and entertaining. It was like something out of an old gladiator arena, watching a warrior fight a lion. Sylas found himself rooting for the lion, although that have been due to the fact that Trinity was Liam's sister. But he wasn't surprised either when the daughter of Ares came out on top. If an Ares child didn't win... That'd be room for concern. And then, like the cherry on top of a mediocre cake, Rae was left stark nude in the center of the arena when the fight was done. He wasn't going to push past others for a better view, but he wasn't going to turn away bashfully either. Yes, Evelyn seemed to plague his thoughts more than he cared to admit but they weren't tethered to one another. And he did like redheads.

Then, rising from the hoard without a hair out of order, was a preppy brunette going to Rae's aid His eyes squinted slightly in intrigue. A small smirk grew as he realized the minx he heard over the intercom was none other than Blair. He knew those purrs anywhere. It seemed camp was getting more and more interesting with each passing day.

As the sun set they were dismissed and before Sylas could recognized what he was doing, he was on his feet and trailing behind Evelyn. She didn't want to speak to him. After his trial she moved to sit beside Sloane, which he felt only proved that she saw him as a monster and nothing more. He did try to warn her. But still... something kept his feet moving, following after her. He didn't rush to catch up to her, but kept a large amount of space between them as he walked leisurely with his hands in his pockets.

The red head followed the path for awhile before finally diverting to the woods. Sylas's feet came to a halt on the path where she changed course, but he didn't follow. He stood there, staring after her. It wasn't clear if she knew he was behind her. Evelyn's feelings toward him were still vastly unknown and unlike how he is with nearly everyone else, he didn't want to pry or force himself where he wasn't wanted. "You did good back there," he called after her, nodding his head in the general direction of the arena.

He'd hold her gaze if she bothered to look back at him. Only after a long silent pause, he'd clear his throat and nod his head. What else was there to say? He wasn't the groveling type, nor was he the type of person to give out compliments beyond the obligatory 'beautiful' comments. This was out of the norm for him. Evelyn did what she wanted... And for some strange reason he didn't want to make her do otherwise. So, without another word, he exhaled softly and continued down the path, letting her continue into the woods if she so chose.



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Andy tried not to shiver as she pooled the towel tighter around her shoulders. While it helped, it didn't do much when her clothes were soaked. At that point, she was just counting down until she could go back to her cabin and take a warm shower. But considering she went first, she knew she was stuck in that state far longer than she wanted.

It seemed the duels were going in a voluntary fashion, so whenever someone had the balls to go next, or perhaps get it out of the way, they stood up and their partner unluckily had to follow. Andy was hoping for some fluff trials so she could just relax and maybe grill Trinity on whatever she said to Mason in the main hall. But it seemed Mason was in the party of getting his training done as soon as possible. She remained silent as she watched him make his way to the arena, followed by Evelyn. Andy didn't have much of a chance to interact with the girl until Daniel introduced them, but she seemed nice.

Andy knew nothing about the girl's abilities though. Hell, she couldn't even remember if she knew who Evelyn's parent was. But she did know how Mason fought. She saw more fights between him and Ajax than she could count, so all she could do was hope he didn't nearly murder the poor girl. Although, seeing him fight someone who wasn't a Valis was a nice change.

The fight went back and forth between the two. But nothing too terrible happened, at least not yet. Evelyn was lucky enough to get herself out of the fissure rather than plummet down it like Andy had not long before. What did surprise her was seeing Mason's hostility. While she could tell he was intentionally not trying to kill her, there was still darkness... in his eyes. It was like seeing something from a new perspective. Andy knew she saw a side of Mason that no one else really did, besides Trinity. But she hoped some of that darkness might have gone away with the absence of two Zeus kids.

Overall, the fight didn't seem to bother her too much. Andy watched calmly... until Mason cried out in pain. There was a pang in her chest as the sounds brought flashes of her trial to the forefront of her mind. She shut her eyes tight and turned her head away, not daring to look toward the arena. It was less than a day ago that she watched him die before her eyes and now hearing his cries felt like reopening a wound.

Andy couldn't bring herself to look back towards the arena until she heard a different voice break the silence and wish their opponent good luck. She opened her eyes to find Sylas and Cherise amidst their own duel. Then like a reflex, her gaze quickly scanned the crowd until she found Mason on the other side of the stands. Only then she was able to exhale a shaky breath. In a weird twisted way, Andy found it funny how she was sane for 18 years with ghosts for friends, but 2 years at camp and she's become riddled with PTSD and whatever other trauma. Ironic.

The rest of the spars continued to play out, some were intense while others were... weird. Andy supposed that everyone had their own ways of trying to win a fight with someone else, come conventional and some not so much. In the end, as long as you win, that's what really mattered. That and being able to think on your feet in the heat of battle. But no amount of training could prepare anyone for what it was like to truly be fighting for your life. She hoped that no one had to know what that was like, but life for demigods was rarely that kind.

Of course, Trinity won her duel. Andy expected no less of her best friend, and to be honest, if she lost Trinity would never hear the end of it. While she thought the most surprising part was going to be seeing Rae transform into a lion, what caused the most commotion was her transformation back. As anyone could guess, women's clothes don't really fit a wild animal, so what remained of them was shredded and scattered about the arena.

Rae's naked body caused quite the stir throughout the crowd. Some people turned away bashfully, while others gawked in amusement. Andy found herself giggling softly at the turn of events as she looked around at the other campers to gauge their reactions. But when her gaze fell on Mason expression fell. Her smile and laugh faded until she sat silent and stoic like she had not long before. There was no law saying he couldn't look. Everything about what was going on between them was far from conventional and there had yet to be any labels. Andy tried to rationalize it, but it still gave her a strange feeling in her gut. She never knew where Mason's mind was truly. It was a fortress that no one had entry to. While part of her wanted to know what happened between them was more than one night, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe it him... It wasn't. That her, Eve... Rae, were just women to pass time with.

Andy missed the part where they were excused, quickly getting lost in her own overthinking. It was until she heard Wes say her name that she snapped out of it. "Huh?" She shook her head, trying to clear her mind and put on a smile. "Oh, no. It's ok. I'm dying to get out of these wet clothes... and into a hot shower," she added with a bit of longing in her voice. It seemed she hasn't been able to get warm since she fell into the water during her spar. "Maybe later we can make s'mores at the beach? Or watch a movie?"

She stood up, holding her towel tight around her shoulders. "Good job in there," Andy said to Trinity. "You too, Wes. That arm trick was great." She gave them both a small wave, before making her way down the stands and exited the arena.

While her destination was her cabin, Andy wasn't in a rush. She took her time walking the paths, letting demigods hurry past in every direction. When she reached the deep part of the woods towards the end of the camp grounds she started to hear a feint whistle. It wasn't until her own cabin, nestled back in the trees, came into view that she noticed that sound came from Mason. He sat on her porch... Waiting. Andy slowly approached. She didn't say anything, just climbed the steps and opened the door to the cabin. But she didn't shut herself in. She stepped aside while holding open the door and nodded her head, motioning for him to come in.

She waited for him to enter before closing the door behind him. Andy then made her way over to her dresser and started sifting through her clothes, pulling out something fresh to wear. "I uh..." She started as she brushed loose hair behind her ears. She closed one drawer and opened another. "I didn't see the end of your fight. I assume you won?" Andy asked as she picked out some clothes and tossed them on her bed. She wasn't good at small talk, but it was better than awkward silence.

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Wes could also feel something a little off with Andy, but they were just friendly with each other, probably for the sake of Trinity. Other than that, they didn't talk much. Not that they had a problem with each other, but her being close with Mason and himself with Alex made things complicated for a friendship to build beyond pleasant greetings. He was glad that Trinity had a good friend in her though, because while they didn't run in the same circles, she seemed like a good person. And everyone needs a friend that isn't their boyfriend or girlfriend.

"Well I guess we'll waddle to the main hall for now and save the beach date for marshmallows and Andy," Trinity said as she tapped her fingers along his leg.

He smiled and nodded his head in agreement. Wes got up and followed behind Trinity, allowing her to lead the way. It wasn't much different than most days to be honest. He'd follow her around anywhere, like the lovesick puppy he was. He couldn't help but smile watching her skip and snap. Trin seemed in a good mood, and while she was cute doing just about anything, there was something about her lightness and pep in her step. He was so lost watching her that he missed her hand reaching out and that he didn't register she had stopped until he bumped right into. "Shit," he mumbled under his breath, quickly reaching out to hold her and steady them both so they didn't stumble over. "Sorry," he laughed with a guilty smile.

"Do you suppose if you had more weapon training you could have bested her?" Wes wasn't surprised by the question, after all she was a daughter of Ares. Even though he wasn't much of a fighter, she did always try to push him to better himself. He knew part of it was because she thought he was capable of more, but also because she wanted him to be able to protect himself... It'd keep him safe, or safer. And while he didn't like fighting, he was genuinely trying, not for himself but for her. If there was another war or who knows, Trinity would do anything to keep him safe. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if she died to protect him.

"I'm not judging or picking on your fight style. You honestly did good. I'm just asking what do you reckon?" she added.

"Hmm," he hummed as he tried to think of an answer. As they both started walking once again, he draped his arm across her shoulders. "Maybe?" Wes wasn't the most knowledgeable about the ways to win a fight, but he supposed if he was better with his spear he might have won. "In a weird silver lining's kind of way, losing my arm wasn't such a bad thing. My left started compensating for the loss and got stronger. Then Duke gave me this," Wes raised his bionic hand off of Trinity's shoulder slightly to wiggle the fingers. "I'm probably one of the strongest people at camp now... Ya know, besides you and your brother." He laughed.

Wes wasn't trying to brag, he wasn't the type to gloat about his physical prowess, because, honestly, there wasn't much of it. But it had crossed his mind a couple times when he was around the other campers that he could probably best a fair bit of them in an arm wrestle... Ignoring Ares's kids. They were always stronger. "If we were boxing I might of won," he added with a playful chuckle. "Why? Are you wanting to train me?" He raised a brow, looking down at her curiously.

It wasn't long before they reached the hall and lined up for some food. It seemed a fair bit of the campers had a similar idea after spending all day out at the arena. Wes let Trinity go first and followed behind her. He imagined wrestling a lion took a lot more energy than dealing with a redheaded spider monkey that half climbed his tall ass to put him in a choke hold. For the most part he just lumbered around and then fell on his face. When it was his turn he grabbed a bit of this and that, which quickly turned into a large plate, but still not quite the mound that Trinity had.

"Where to, Captain?"

Wes skimmed the hall, a lot of the tables already looked full. But luckily toward the back he found an empty one. He didn't know if he was up for squeezing into a crowd. He helped Trin into her seat, before taking his own across the table from her. There was a bit of silence as they both started eating before she spoke up. "Can I ask you something? Non-combat related." Unable to answer because of a full mouth, he nodded his head and motioned for her to proceed. "Alex." Wes swallowed, his face scrunching in a bit of confusion as he waited for the actual question. "Are you.... okay with it, I guess?"

He took a deep breath as he slouched back in his seat, trying to find the words... Or even his answer. Wes scooted food around on his plate with a fork as he tried to figure out his feelings. The Valises just sort of disappeared and it seemed to be easier to pretend like they were never there than focus on it. "I don't know how I feel about it," he admitted with a sad smile.

Wes sighed. "I never was ok with what she did to Jennova. It was still murder, but I feel like everyone deserves a second chance. If I was judged solely based on how I was when I came to camp... I don't think we'd be where we are now," he said softly, looking up to meet Trinity's gaze. Before camp Wes was the definition of a womanizing piece of shit after having his heart broken. He was shallow and arrogant and everything else, but camp was like a reset button. If he could change, so could others.

"She seemed sorry for it, or at least I thought she was," Wes continued. "But then she nearly killed Andy. I don't know all of what happened to cause Alex to go after her, but... That's just not ok." He sighed and tapped his fork on his plate. "I'm mad she left without taking accountability. And I think it's unfair that a daughter of Zeus can murder and nearly do it again, and get what? A slap on the wrist and a trip to Olympus? While Liam went to Tartarus for a day."

He exhaled, finally taking another bite of his food. After another moment or two of quiet eating, Wes let out a pathetic laugh. "Apparently I just need more friends." He slowly leaned forward, gently holding her forearm and stroking her skin with his thumb. "You're all I need... But I'm pretty sure you'd murder me if I just followed you around all the time," he joked. He took her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips, placing a tender kiss upon them, before he let her continue eating.

After he had finished eating, Wes looked over at Trinity and posed his own question. "What about Theo? How do you feel about that?" He didn't mean it in a jealous way. Yes, Theo pissed off the other day, but the guy also picked the worst possible time to concede on Trinity. He knew the guy liked her, but she was his. Wes trusted her without question. "He seems to come and go a lot without a word... And is gone more than he's around."



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Evelyn smiled. It was the first time she looked at him with a warm expression since the trials. Sylas would be only fooling himself if he didn't acknowledge the slight flutter he felt in his chest, but he didn't let hit show externally. Instead he met her smile with a smirk, so small that anyone else aside from her might have missed it. "I thought only results would matter to you," she said in response.

Sylas nodded his head. He understood how she would assume that, and in most situations she was correct. Truthfully... It seemed in every situation aside from her that's exactly how he felt. He judged every fight in the arena with a fine toothed comb, yet there he stood praising her, not Mason. She clouded his judgement, he acknowledged that. Yet, he still found himself seeking her out and wandering further into the mist.

"A child of Hades isn't an easy opponent for any demigod. I don't know what you did to him, but not just anyone could make someone like Mason scream out like that. That's power," he praised her again.

The conversation was a start. Sylas was happy to know that doorway hadn't closed forever. He was going to push his luck and force his presence on Evelyn. He made the first move in mending... whatever they had. Did they have anything? He didn't know. He wasn't even the type of person to mend fences, bridges, or any other broken structures that tear down relationships, but something in him couldn't leave things where they were. Perhaps he needed to hear her call him a monster, put the final nail in the coffin. Or maybe... maybe he wanted her to be the one person that told him he wasn't.

Just as he began to continue onward, Evelyn called out to him. "Sylas?" He stopped. He remained facing forward but turned his head to look in her direction. "I could use some company. Could you?"

If it were two days, Sylas would have offered her his hand or arm in a gentlemanly gesture with his snakelike charm. But this was unstable ground. He was tiptoeing along sand with unsure footing, not knowing if his next step would be solid or slowly sink and swallow him whole. So rather than taking a leap of faith like many idiots, he prefers to just test the ground before every movement forward. He kept his hands in his pockets but slowly pivoted on his heels and made his way toward her. In this silent gesture he handed the wheel over to Evelyn, letting her steer them in whatever direction she desired.

"And thank you," Evelyn said as she drifted to his side, matching his stride as they continued down the path she lead them down.

Sylas hadn't a clue where they were heading, nor did he care. He walked slowly alongside Evelyn. Every once in awhile when she was looking elsewhere he might have stolen a sideways glance, but he never let it be obvious. She wasn't an easy woman to read, but he could tell she was lost in thought, no doubt pertaining to him. She probably wondered about what to say or do, if she should leave or stay, or a thousand other possibilities. And while some might ask what was going on her head, he'd wait patiently for her to speak... Or not speak. She was an intriguing mystery. She wasn't easy to read like a book, but more like hieroglyphs. Each time they spoke he got a small piece to her cypher and maybe one day he'd be lucky enough to decode her.

"You were merciful to her. Cherise," she commented.

It wasn't a question, so it didn't require an answer. Sylas could have left that conversation at that, with a nod of his head and nothing more. If someone else had made the comment he might have said something about there being no need to go beyond winning the fight. Maybe even that he was gentle and didn't believe in unwarranted pain or violence. But something about Evelyn made him not want to deceive her. He would never been the most forthcoming man, nor would he tell her all his dirty little secrets. She always got the truth from him, even if it wasn't always black and white.

"I like to hold my cards close to my chest," he replied, looking over at her. While it was a vague answer, it was also truthful. He had no doubt that Evelyn was a smart woman and could figure out his intent. Such a simple sentence that had numerous meanings. Simply, the spars and camp itself is a game of poker. He could have shown a royal flush and destroyed Cherise from the inside out without breaking a sweat, but then everyone would know his hand. Instead he played the long game, calling and never raising, bluffing through every win and loss so no one knew what he really had. He didn't want anyone to see what he was truly capable of.

But that also spoke to who he was as a person. Sylas was never the type to let someone in. He was a method actor, always in the role. He never let anyone see who he really was, because to everyone else he was who he portrayed himself to be. But with her it was different. He could lie to her... He should. He should stay in the game and treat her like everyone else he came across in that shit hole. But he didn't. It was a mistake. Somehow this would come back to bite him in the ass, yet he didn't leave.

The path they walked had led them to a small clearing in the woods. There was taller grass, wildflowers and soft sunlight that cascaded to the ground between leaves that hung overhead. Without a word, Sylas made his way to the center of the tiny little field and took a seat. He lightly wrapped his arms around his bent knees casually. He studied her for a long moment wandering why she hadn't mentioned the trial. He knew it affected her in someway, yet she said nothing. Perhaps, he was tired of the cat and mouse game. Or maybe, while they were alone in the woods, there felt no need to be elusive. But after the prolonged silence, he looked up into her eyes and asked plainly, "Why haven't you asked me about it?" He blinked, pausing for a moment. "Do I frighten you?"



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"Yeah, only just. I must admit I wasn’t expecting much which was on me. Did you win yours?"

Andy should have known when she asked the question that she was only going to be met with his own cynic sarcasm. She sighed, throwing whatever piece of clothing she had in her hand back into the drawer. "I don't want to fight," she said sadly under her breath. Yes, part of her was bitter about the way he look at Rae, even jealous, but that didn't mean she wanted them to start snipping at each other.

"I couldn't watch... Not after," she admitted without looking toward him. Her asking about his spar wasn't mean to be a jab or anything else, just an attempt to make conversation. A shitty attempt apparently.

Mason sighed and Andy let out her own exhale before she continued rummaging through her drawers. "Andy, I care for you." She froze, as if any movement she made he'd stop talking and recoil back into his shell. "More than I ever want to admit and more than you could possibly know. And I know that’s not always been shown but it’s been hard watching you settle for less than you deserve with…Ajax, and at the same time, I’m not sure I’m much better for you. As a friend or…otherwise."

Her hands were lost between piles of folded clothes as she dared not to move. Andy only looked up when she saw something move in the reflection of the mirror in front of her. She watched as Mason slowly moved through her cabin toward her. Once her gaze met his, she couldn't bring herself to look away.

"Since the minotaur I knew you were something special and amazing. And then -" Mason didn't finish what he was saying. He didn't have to. And then Ajax happened. There were countless times for him to say something, but he never did. Andy and Mason were at each other's throats half of the time. It'd be easy for anyone to think they there was nothing but animosity there.

Slowly, Mason kept moving closer, step by step. "I was afraid. I wasn't ready."

Ready for what? She wanted to ask, but the words were stuck and wouldn't come out. Andy couldn't bring herself to speak. She wanted Mason to finish. She'd never forgive herself if one stupid word muttered from her lips deterred him. While someone else might have seen where this conversation was going she couldn't. On one hand she thought... hoped that he was going to say what deep down she thought she knew for so long. But another part of her was holding her breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop... For Mason to say whatever they felt didn't matter because he was wrong for her. Because in the end that was always the reason.

"But I know what I want now. It's you." The Mason was there, standing behind her, holding her gaze through the reflection in the mirror. Her hands slowly withdrew from the drawer, but stopped at the edge of the dresser. His arms slowly snaked around her waist, tugging her closer so that her back was pressed to his chest. His never shifted from hers as he placed a tender kiss on her cheek. "I love you Andromeda Bolton." Andy's heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching in her throat at his words. "The ball's in your court."

The tip of Mason's nose ran across her cheek to the nape of her neck, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. The tender kiss made Andy's heart race. She flushed knowing he must have felt it through the sensitive skin of his lips. Then, as if rousing from a dream, he began to pull away, his hands slipping from her sides. Like a subconscious instinct, her hand grabbed his before he was able to be free from her. He couldn't tell her something like that then retreat.

His confession left her scrambling for words or what to do. Something in Andy knew... For awhile, that he felt something for her. Perhaps it was wishful thinking as she denied her own feelings, but now it was true. She knew Mason better than anyone at camp, but she felt like for the first time she was really seeing him. Before she was so sure footed around him, honest and open, like it was them against the world. But now everything was new uncharted territory. She found herself nervous around him... And scared.

"I... I love you too," she finally said beneath shaky breaths. Andy had said it once before and it seemed everything quickly unraveled afterward. Love is terrifying. No one ever mentions that when they talk about it. They both had been in love once before. Andy's slowly chipped away at her as she gave more than she got back until she was a ghost of who she used to be, and Mason's curse took his love from him. They were both broken, but somehow managed to only see the best in each other. They weren't looking for it, and Gods know they both fought it. But now that they had it there was a horrifying fear of losing it all.

Finally, Andy slowly spun around to face him. Her left hand slowly raised to cup his cheek gently in her palm. She was no stranger to how handsome he was, but it wasn't really until that moment that she was able to take it all it... Take in everything that was Mason. He always used to be shrouded in darkness, but there, standing chest to chest with her, he was glowing. His blue eyes sparkled with a light she had never seen and his commanding presence wasn't hard and callus, but tender and warm. Her thumb lightly ran along the dip in his chin and along his jaw.

Andy's hand slowly slid behind his neck, guiding his head forward as she raised herself up onto her tiptoes. The tip of her nose lightly brushed his cheek as she leaned in. She stopped for just a moment, the space between them immeasurable. Their faces were so close she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. With every inhale their lips would brush, just barely. All the while she never looked away from him until she closed the gap and pressed her lips against his.



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"Yes, Ma’am," was Liam's only response.

Good. Sloane gave him a nod and smile, before slipping out of the bedroom. She didn't want to have to argue with him to get some sleep. With him out, that gave her at least an hour to get cleaned up and go back to the other cabin to figure out what to do with the package that was left for her. She gave Rocco some food, before wandering off toward the bathroom to take a quick shower and change. Usually she might have spent a bit longer getting cleaned or doing her hair, but a quick wash and comb would suffice. She didn't know how long Liam would stay asleep for, so she didn't want to waste any time. With damp hair and clean clothes, she grabbed Rocco's leash and headed out of the cabin.

The pup seemed happier then ever to gallop his large paws down the paths, trying to attack any insect or leaf that dares to fly anywhere near him. Sloane let him play and wander about, but kept walking at a decent pace toward the small abandoned cabins. It didn't take her long to reach the one she claim as her own, even though she never got a chance to stay in it. She paused for a moment to make sure no one was around before she went inside.

After closing the door, she let Rocco run free. There might not have been much room, but he could at least run in circles around her or jump on the bed. Sloane knelt down on the ground and reached under the bed for the box. Once she retrieved it, she got up and sat on the mattress. She remained still, holding the gift for a long moment, reading the tag over and over, trying to make sense of it. "A gift from me to you. Use it well." A present from Eris was never something good, or simple. There was a meaning to it, but Sloane had no idea what it meant.

She debated back and forth for the better part of ten minutes trying to decide if she should open it or not, but curiosity eventually won. With a sigh, Sloane gently grasped the lid and started to lift it. Rocco barked and jumped on the bed abruptly, startling her before she could open it. "What is it, boy?" she asked. He continued to bark and growl at the box until she released the lid. Then he was back to playing and wagging his tail as if nothing happened.

"You don't have to tell me twice," Sloane muttered to herself as she scooped up the box and Rocco's leash. The pair left as quickly as they had arrived. While her original plan was to go to the main hall, she had to make a detour. She didn't know what the gift was but whatever it was, it wasn't something she could hide under a bed and expect it to never be found. All she knew was she wanted nothing to do with it and needed to be rid of it... Fast. She had an idea... A bad, horrible idea, but it was the only one she had.

Soon enough her brother's cabin appeared down the path. This really was the worst plan. Whatever was in that present wasn't good and she was willing putting it in her brother's grasp. It was worse than the worst plan ever. But all she could hope was, whatever it did, it blew up in Sylas's face and everyone saw him for the monster he was. Gods don't let him hurt anyone with it. Sloane looked around nervously, double and triple checking that no one saw her as she approached the cabin. She hurried up the steps as fast as she could while still remaining quiet and placed the box perfectly centered on his welcome mat, making sure nothing was out of order. She then scooped up Rocco and ran into the woods before anyone could spot her.

Once out of sight of anyone that could be walking on the paths, Sloane stopped to catch her breath, setting Rocco back down. "Sorry boy." The dog didn't seem bothered in the slightest. He looked like he though they were playing a game and he was ready to do the running himself this time. She smiled and nodded her head. "Alright. Let's go get your dad some food." Rocco happily lead them through the woods until they popped out in the field that stretched out in front of the main hall. Sloane didn't actually know if dogs were allowed on camp or in the main hall... She never saw one before. But if the campers could turn into lions, what damage would one puppy do?