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xxxS Y L A S x A S T O R
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"Who doesn't love a little chaos?"
- sylas astor

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n i c k n a m e s x // x Sy

a g e x // xnineteen

g e n d e r x // xmale

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

o r i g i n x // xmoscow, russia

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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

D E C O R U S

h e i g h t x // x6' 2"

w e i g h t x // x165 lbs

h a i r x // xUsually kept at a decent length, Sylas' brunette hair is always coiffed or styled in a more sophisticated manner. He never allows it to grow too long or be seen unruly.

e y e s x // xUnlike his sister, Sylas as deep rich green eyes. They have similar flecks of gold throughout. Although the color is soft, his eyes are harsh showing a glimpse of the chaos within.

o d d i t i e s x // xSimilarly to Sloane, Sylas has no tattoos, piercings or scars that blemish his body. He is without oddities of the physical persuasion, though that doesn't count for much. Unlike his sister, Sylas can flip his accent on and off like a switch. Whenever he is around others, it's like his accent is gone. But, when talking to his sister, it seeps back in.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xSylas is attractive, to say the least. Of course, it is not a pretty boy or typical appeal but the oddness in his appearance is part of his appeal. He has a striking gaze that is seductive, inviting while also intimidating, usually looking like he is either undressing you with his eyes, or planning your murder. He has a charming smile that occasionally borders on sadistic. His build is tall and slender, but still muscular but not in the meat head kind of way. Sylas carries himself with confidence and poise, like a man with the world on a string. His handsome and charming appearance is misleading, deceiving almost anyone into thinking he is just another guy.

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I N G E N I U M
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c h a o s x m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sylas does not compare to his sister in mastery of their abilities. Although he can manipulate chaos, he doesn't have the same level of control as she does. Whenever he is emotional, it seems to ooze from him into those around him without his knowledge or control.

e m o t i o nx m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Of all of his abilities, this is the one that he excels the most at. He is able to extort negative emotions in another and amplify them slowly, without the other's knowledge.

i n v o k e x v i o l e n c e x // x Sylas does not use this ability as much as one would think. Instead, he prefers to effect the repressed emotions, letting them boil to the surface and evolve however they may.

m a n i p u l a t e x p r e c e i v e d x r e a l i t y x // x Sylas has effectively done this only a handful of times in his life, and struggles with it greatly. Instead, he usually relies on Sloane to do this for him.

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d e c e p t i o n x // x No one realizes it when he is doing it, and no one ever will. Sylas has an entire persona that makes him seem as simple and ordinary as the other gents at camp.

c o m b a t x // x With an expensive education, Sylas was educated in the art of fencing and martial arts. Even though he is lanky, he can pack quite the punch and hold his own in battle.

m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sylas can mold people like putty in his hands. He reas micro movements like a book. HIs sensory knowledge of others emotions guides him, allowing him to say and do the perfect things to get people to bend to his desires.

I N F I R M I T A T E
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s l o a n e x // x Not in the way that you'd expect. Sure, he cares for his sister but her over all neutrality in chaotic arts holds him back. On a regular basis he has to motivate her to do what they were made to do, cause chaos.

h i s x e m o t i o n s x // x Unlike Sloane, Sylas doesn't have the poise or control over himself, his abilities or emotions. Whenever he gets more emotional his abilities go haywire and emit from him into those around him, causing their own negative emotions to rise.

h i s x e g o x // x Sylas was raised with the image in his head to follow in his father's footsteps, someday taking up the mantle of ruling over Russia. His been raised with an inflated self esteem, sense of purpose and ego. Because of that Sylas is unbelievably competitive, stubborn and narcissistic.

M E T U M
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w e a k n e s s x // x Sylas is determined to be seen as the best, in all aspects, including in comparison to his sister. He knows she is more powerful that him, but refuses to be seen as inferior.

e r i s ' x d i s a p p r o v a l x // x His mother took Sloane away to raise as a prodigy because she didn't have the thirst for chaos like he did. He's always fought and strived for his mother's approval, and is terrified to lost that.

d e a t h x // x Plain and simple. He loves himself and has no intentions of leaving this world anytime soon.

Sylas knows what he wants and will go to any means to achieve it. But in a nutshell, he just wants to watch the world burn. He is, in so many ways, just like Eris. He’s never been one to play fair, but manipulate and deceive his way to where he wants to be. He feeds on peoples’ strife, enjoying nothing more than watching those around him crumble. He’s a master manipulator and liar, calculating each and every move of those around him. There is always and ulterior motive going on behind his sly smile and magnetic voice.

Deception is a language to Sylas, and he is fluent. He’s outward appearance a permanent façade he wears like a grand charade. The best part of the game is when the villain is hidden in plain sight, right under everyone’s nose, and that is Sylas. He walks, talks and acts like you’re everyday cocky, seductive male. He has a magnetism that lures people towards him. He befriends easily, and seduces easier still. But true intentions lie nowhere behind his words. Deceit is his game and he is a master.

It easily said that Sylas is arrogant. He’s good and he knows it. He is the best, and if he weren’t you damn well better believe he’d make sure he is again. Sylas has a superiority complex that is always hungry. Allowing anyone to be better than him is not an option. He knows he has an ego, and continues to feed it. His confidence turns heads, and you’d think it’d be off putting, but most tend to find him more attractive for it.

With his inflated self-esteem and constant manipulation to get to the top, he is also an avid patriarch. Sylas believes men are superior to women. It is a man’s world, and the world is his oyster. Power and authority belong to men and especially him. Women should know their place and remain there. Nothing pushes him over the edge more than a woman who questions or contradicts him… Especially when it’s Sloane. The man is right. No, means yes. And yes, means more.

H I S T O R I A R U M

Vladislav Astor, a legend in Sylas’ eyes. He has always respected and looked up to his father like he was a God among men. After all, he did win the heart of Goddess. It takes a spectacle of a man to garner that kind of attention for his achievements. A politician with eye for what the world could be like. Some saw him as a tyrant, others a visionary. He wormed his way into the Russian office before anyone noticed the radical changes the man intended. Now at a seat of power too high for anyone to touch.

His cunning agenda and mastery of slow burn chaos definitely caught Eris’ attention. But of course, Vladislav didn’t think about his own chaos she could invoke… That being in the form of children. In his eyes though, they weren’t children but legacies. Someone to continue on the family name, and the power he fought so hard for. But, unfortunately for him, not everything could go his way. If he had a choice he’d only have sons, but the universe did not favor him that time.

Vladislav, when he did dote upon his children, it was almost exclusively Sylas. He took his boy with him everywhere, grooming him into a politician’s son since he was walking. Sylas had such a natural knack for creating chaos, and deceit. How often did he break the rules, trash the house or anything else and pawn it off on Sloane? Since a toddler, he had the world wrapped around his finger.

So, it was no surprise that Vladislav sent Sloane away with her mother, to try and mold the girl to be more like himself and Sylas. Plus, politics was no place for a woman. For years, Vladislav taught Sylas the ins and outs of everything. How to walk, talk, dress and act. A master at deception, creating an elaborate façade for the world to snake his way to anything he wanted.

Once Vladislav reached true power, it was decided that having his son at his side was no longer a priority. With new power comes new enemies, or that’s the way he worded it. Sylas and his sister were sent to Camp Athens for their own safety. It’d give them a chance to live out of the country where people wouldn’t be trying to make a hit against Vladislav, but potentially also give the Astors a chance to hone their abilities and potentially rise to the top of a new totem pole. The demigods.

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So begins...

Sylas Astor's Story

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#2023-01-31 14:56:53, as written by xNocturnax

xxxxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S

xxxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

Still gripping Sylas's hand, face to face with the kraken, her heart pounded wildly beneath her chest until her panicked breath became audible. “I can’t do this,” Evelyn said. Survival instincts said to run, but Sylas always did have a way of shutting out her better instincts.

This wasn’t some test or exercise they could magically heal and bounce back from. This kraken could finish her-finish them in fact, in one move if clever enough. And not even accounting for clever, the beast was tremendous in size, equipped with natural threatening weapons and in water. She couldn’t fire arrows at it with amazing precision and strength. She couldn’t hurl lightning or flame or other elements towards it. Logic was winning over as Evelyn backed away some more letting her grip slip from Sylas's. What she could do was get somebody who also had an advantage in the water. She wanted to take him with her, but if he wanted to take it on, she wouldn't bare witness helplessly again.

“I'll get some help.”

She ran for the beach-based cabins to grab more demigods. Any aid would likely be beneficial but Poseidon's children were definite aims. She wasn't far in the paths at all before a massive force hit her from the side, sending her flying off track and through the woods. Evelyn reached all fours reluctantly, then peered into the darkness where she was hit from seeing no sign of her attacker. She looked at the ground as a feeling coiled in her gut. Greater than pain, it was a feeling of immense danger and knowing she was isolated and alone as easy prey. She clenched Sylas's dagger and climbed to her feet.

Another woosh sounded and Evelyn was knocked off her feet again. It hurt and took some breath from her but she didn't allow herself to double over in pain. Having seen what others endured, she couldn't. She swallowed heavily and enhanced her senses - everything coming to vivid life: sight, smell, taste, hearing, touch, and shot her adrenaline up. She got to her feet once more, expecting another assault to briskly follow. The force barged her into a tree causing her to cry out and drop her weapon. Evelyn threw her elbows down on the winged creature and managed to tear herself free somehow, the same time the masked woman warrior drew her sword and stabbed the tree.

The Valkyire like imitation plucked it out with ease and took a few calm steps towards her. She slashed out and Evelyn was barely able to dodge her flurry of attacks of the gleaming blade, being forced backward and ducking. When she kicked out a muscular leg Evelyn tried to block, but still staggered. The warrior pursued with another strike of her sword where Evelyn instinctively dodged and protected her head at the cost of slicing her arm. She gasped and turned her arms in a surreal moment to see the dark ruby liquid race down her arm.

The battlefield wasn't for Evelyn. She could enhance or hinder the environment, shift odds, but she never engaged directly in battle. She stood no chance against this trained foe even with all her senses and system in peak condition.

The warrior struck out, the air of the swing felt whisking by. Evelyn knew she couldn't uphold the defence and keep letting her opponent swing at her. She needed to turn the tables and gain some control. The next slim miss, Evelyn grabbed her blade and threw her all her might into the warrior. The wrestle for control had her flipped onto her back but with unmatched determination, there was no way she was letting the handle go, even bracing her feet and kicking out at the warrior's knees.

Then she fell too. Evleyn scrambled on top and tried to steal the sword from her but with poor technique and the warrior's stone grip, a hand slid along the blade cutting her palm. She grimaced, trying to be strong and not show hurt to her foe, but she shouted out as the warrior began to overpower her again and Evelyn cursed the weapon to destroy itself. The blade gradually deteroiated as it reached Evelyn's neck, and as it crumbled to nothing, the winged warrior shot up into the sky with such speed and strength, ejecting Evelyn from her.

Evelyn panted heavily, looking all around her left on the ground. Not a peep or sight. Evelyn's eyes trained on the dagger then by the tree and she scrambled to it, losing her footing. Her fingers closed around it before her foe swooped down again landing violently on her hand causing her to scream out.

A beating ensued, kicks and fists, to the point all she could do was curl in a protective ball but she still felt every blow on the verge of whimpering. The warrior ripped open her guard and grabbed her throat and snatched the dagger from her. Then sure as anything, she drove the blade down into Evelyn's side. Evelyn released another scream. She realized she was being played with as a torture toy when the Valkyrie like one started pummeling her and avoided fatal blows.

Rather than be a doll, Evelyn grabbed her assaulters wrist tightly and cast a curse on herself while robbing the Valkyrie's senses. The grip lessened in confusion and Evelyn kicked her away and scrambled back rapidly as she watched the distressed foe stumble back. The earth around them turned white and frosted over and spread upward on her opponent as their limbs stiffened. Evelyn's breath became a cloud at the plummet in temperature, and her foe's armor, and gradually the whole being became encased in ice.

Evelyn climbed to her feet and touched the newest statue. Not in sentiment though. Rather to grant back sight and feeling. Evelyn grabbed a rock then threw it at the stone display, shattering the head from the body. She looked defiantly at it until it dispersed into ash like the other gladiator that had ambushed them.

With that resolved, her enhancements wore off and Evelyn leant on a tree for support before collapsing against it. Everything caught up, from feeling tired to all the pain again. One area particularly called out to her. She looked at the dagger lodged in her side and hovered a shaky hand over it. She didn't want to do this.... As if to make matters worse she heard some howls nearby. She threw her head against the tree as tears started to form. Everything hurt and she already felt drained and weak.

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#2023-02-05 04:26:01, as written by SparxALot

xxxxxDukexxLoycen

Hephaestus | HEX: #780707 | Outfit
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Duke was urged out of bed the moment the first quake trembled through camp. He peered out his window to see a thick, unnatural fog devour camp then dissipate gradually. Duke furrowed his brows as nothing seemed to immediately follow mother nature’s angry display of ground shaking and supernatural fog, but that was only a small delay because all at once, there were screams, roars and cry outs of pain and commotions that ripped through the night.

He got dressed in a hurry, snatched up his axe by the doorway and barrelled out the door, greeted by metallic projectiles that he managed to just duck and cover out of the way of. Circling his cabin in the air were six birds with beaks of bronze, particularly aggravated and apparently able to launch sharp-edged feathers. The Stymphalian Birds. Duke set his jaw and hurled a large ball of flame at the first one that hovered in front of him. Although it tried to ascend, it was too slow and disappeared into ash. However not his typical disintegrated ash and cinder, this was wispy and different somehow.

Duke's brows pinched together but he didn't have time to inspect or wonder because the remaining few swooped down on him in unison. He swung his weapon upward and flourished it around. The birds cawed in protest and flapped rapidly and dispersed to attack again. While they should have proven an easy task, being surrounded by a flurry of birds in his face and hearing constant ching of metal and caws while getting cut by beak, wings and claws, overwhelmed his senses and became hard to ignore the temptation to protect his face and swat them away blindly. A few of his turned wild swings hit, but non-lethally as it wasn't long before he had to swipe his blade to the next one that got too close.

Adding to the overwhelming barrage there was a big crash and clatter from the armoury - his charge, his work, his pride, sending him over the edge. With clenched fists and a war cry, sparks of amber began to climb up his arms and travel down his body before flame enveloped him and he made it roar to life to emit further from him. He hacked and sliced at the birds caught ablaze and anything that lingered within reach. The flames from him died down quickly but his focus and determination didn’t falter, sighting a bird retreat skyward, he hurled his axe with all his might striking it mid-air. The bird turned to golden dust while his axe dropped to the ground heavily. With the diligence of Hephaestus applied in battle even through the swarm of attack and fried and cut birds, Duke knew one remained. Suddenly a series of sharp-edged feathers flew at him, but he wasn't able to avoid them all when one struck him in the stomach. Taking him as off guard, it followed up by swooping down on him. Duke swiftly rolled his shoulder back and clutched the bird’s small neck that instantly began to attempt to yank itself free, and for a smaller creature, it had some decent struggle. Yet like he did so many times before with woodwork, he brought his free fist down repeatedly as a hammer on its head until the bird became disorientated. Keeping his grip firm, an intense heat took over the Avarian creature, then a brief flame consumed it before it vanished, extinguishing the fire with it.

More crash and bangs, and he saw a large boar charge out of his armory with a demigod barely holding on. Duke huffed out then heard a frightening piercing wail coming from the beach. With somebody already attempting to subdue the boar and damage done to the armory, he picked up his axe and ran for the beach, paths be damned.

He came to an abrupt stop beside Sylas sighting a massive sea creature. Duke looked between Sylas and the Kraken. Somewhere, Duke hoped Sylas would take initiative and charge in the water and either kill it by miracle or serve as bait. The night echoed with further screams and carnage. Duke had a pull towards the screams and to help but he remained still, eyes locked on the biggest threat in front of him.

All at once, the beach burst into action. The Kraken slammed down a gigantic tentacle on the beach and Duke ran out of the way. He went to swing for the limb but it was already retracted and carrying on for a second assault. Duke narrowly avoided the tentacle and hacked it causing the Kraken to unleash a screech. It lashed a tentacle at him knocking him away and taking the wind from him. Before he could so much as process it, another tentacle coiled around him and began dragging him to sea. Duke clawed at the sand desperately and tried with all his power to resist and pry free. Once Duke felt the cold water touch his torso, a renewed wave of urgency came over him and he managed to squeeze a hand loose and fire flame at the tentacle that threatened to take him deeper. Again and again until it hit with such force the Kraken did give a fraction and Duke squirmed free and retreated where water didn't touch him.

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#2023-02-25 08:01:40, as written by mjolnir

sylas astor
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"I can’t do this."

Ok, yeah, no one liked being face to face... Or face to tentacle with a massive water beast. Especially when all Sylas could bring to the table was a rapier and spunky attitude. That wouldn't get him very far. But even so, he wasn't expecting Evelyn's reaction. His face twisted in an array of expressions from shock, to disappointment, to abandonment as her hand fell from his hold and she started backing away.

"I'll get some help," she said as she left him there to run towards the nearest cabins.

"What the—Evelyn!?" he called after her but to no avail.

Sylas had no fucking clue what to do. For the first time in his life he was left utterly speechless. Luckily... or unluckily, that wasn't an option for long as a large tentacle came slashing down through the air right toward him. He managed to gather his wits fast enough to roll out of the way in one direction, then dodge another swing back the other way. He tried his best to slash at the beast's appendages but they were reeling back, preparing for another attack by the time he got to his feet.

There was a scream not far off in the distance that Sylas could have swore was Evelyn's. First instinct told him to immediately abandoned the kraken and seek her out. But then the logical part of his mind quickly replaced his impulsive urge. She left him there to manage this creature on his own after he promised to protect her. Evelyn had a hypnotic hold on him, but he was hurt, angry, and most of all, petty. He fought off a stone gladiator and took multiple injuries to protect her, and she abandoned him. There was even a twisted part of him that wished he'd get injured just to make her feel guilty... He was a sadistic fucker after all.

Then as a saving grace, or perhaps fate's sick sense of humor to have a witness to his death, Duke arrived at the beach. Not the help Sylas was wanting, to be honest. They looked like two flies caught in the spiders web, pathetic, small, and helpless. The kraken must have thought the same, wasting no time to bring another tentacle racing down toward them. The pair jumped out of the way, dodging in opposite directions. It came again straight for Duke. The son of Hephaestus managed to stay it off for a moment, but only that.

Another tentacle came for him again, wrapped him up, and started dragging him back to the water. Sylas had no loyalty or feelings towards Duke one way or another, and had half a mind to leave the demigod to his own devices. But if he wanted to keep up the charade of being a somewhat decent camper, he couldn't very well run away. With a curse under his breath he ran to Duke's aid. Just as flame's burst out of his hands getting the creature to loosen its hold, Sylas plunged his rapier down into the tentacle. Using all his strength, he held his blade in place, forking the end of the creature's limb as it withdrew.

Before Sylas could give him a hand up, Ajax appeared out of nowhere, landing on the beach like an annoying deus ex machina and helped Duke onto his feet. "Dude, you good? We need to try and gather the others at the arena… whoever you see, tell them to make their way there so we can plan what the hell we are going to have to do. Al’s holding off a tornado, but hopefully that’s dealt with by now. I had to leave her to try and help everyone else."

Sylas braced his hands on his knees, taking a moment to catch his breath before letting out a loud and very sardonic laugh. "I knew you Zeus kids were arrogant pricks, but not blind!" He grabbed the handle of his rapier and tugged the blade free from the ground. "Or did you just happen to miss the GIANT FUCKING KRAKEN!" he shouted while pointing his sword towards the screeching and flailing beast.

Of course, in a lovely taste of karma, the Kraken didn't go after the oblivious Zeus kid that decided to just show back up at camp, but wrap its limb around Sylas's leg and hoist him up into the air. The force nearly made him lose his grip on his weapon, but with a few fumbles he managed to keep a hold of it as the monster whipped him around furiously.

Every chance he got Sylas attempted to swing his sword at whatever part of the Kraken was closest. But with the gashes being little more than paper cuts, all he was doing was pissing it off more and tiring himself out. He was running out of options and he doubted that Zeus Jr. was going to be in any rush to help him out. When there was the smallest lull in thrashing, Sylas leaned up and sprawled out his hand on the tentacle. "STOP!" he commanded the creature with as much force and power as he could muster.

For the briefest of moments the Kraken froze like it had seen Medusa. It wasn't long, a second at most, but it was enough for the tentacle to lose its grip and release him. Sylas free fell, spinning out of control. Just as he crashed into the water a large limb rose up from the depths and snatched him up growing tired of playing with its food. The tentacle tossed him up in the air like a piece of popcorn. The beast's mouth opened like a maelstrom with hundreds of teeth and all Sylas could do was watch in horror, surrounded by whipping tentacles, as he fell through the air towards it.

"NO!" was all he could shout out as he landed on the Kraken's massive tongue. Its mouth snapped shut around him and swallowed him whole.

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#2023-03-20 03:55:11, as written by xNocturnax

xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S

xxx Daughter of Nemesis | Outfit | #FFC300

xxxxxxxxx L I V xx P F E I F F E R

xx Daughter of Poseidon | Outfit | #00CCCC

When she heard a twig snap, she sooner expected another ambush than for the daughter of Poseidon to emerge. “Liv! Thank god,” she exhaled. She couldn't believe her luck. She'd wrap the girl up in a grateful hug if time, circumstances and the person herself allowed. As each day passed in camp, Liv seemed to grow colder and more distant from the likes of care and affection and approachability. Nonetheless, Evelyn was grateful and took the support, unphased, or certainly too focused on escape to pluck it all apart.

“Don't cry. Just move. If we stop moving, we die. I'm not like my brother, so I can't save you. I can't fight wolves.”

As she traveled along with the brunette obediently, trying not to jeopardize the state of either of them further, she had to inform Liv of the pressing threat. Why she broke off on her own in the first place. “There’s a…krak- kraken -” she wheezed.

Her voice proving too strained for comprehension or to be audible, Liv spoke instead. “Our only option is to go to the beach, but you'll have to trust me. You have to just -”

“There's a kraken at the beach!” She pressed. But the break-off was not for the likes of the red head to be heard or interject. That's when she glimpsed those menacing eyes in the distance too.

She swallowed heavily while Liv picked up the pace or tried to anyway, pulling them along with whatever force remained. Too afraid to speak the obvious that she was proving costly, she bit back any cry outs or grunts of pain and panic and tried to match Liv's strides to no avail. Not accustomed to pain, Evelyn's body simply refused to hasten, and every movement aggravated the dagger stuck in her that she cradled protectively. She didn't think she was thrown so far into the depths of the woods, but the beach clearing seemed unreachable when they needed it most.

Liv was very well aware of the Kraken, but the beach was their only option right now. Water. The sea. That was Liv’s realm, and she could help there. Unlike Nicholas, Liv did not have the Poseidon gift of ungodly strength. It was more like ungodly noodly arms.

Evelyn and Liv had to run quite the distance, but what else could they do? Evelyn was scared, Liv was physically incapable, and everything was chaotic. There were demon wolves, for crying out loud. They were faster than normal four-legged canines, and much, much nastier. Their every paw fall melted the ground below them, and their blazing fur left trails of flame in their wake. It was fucking terrifying, no lie.

Liv caught a glimpse of the beach, and yes, the Kraken as well. It was just right there, if they could only run faster. Her chest burned and she was tired. They both were.

Growls grew nearer, seeming to close in around the pair, and hearing the thundering gallops of whatever it was gaining on them and giving pursuit sent Evelyn over the edge. Knowing there was no way to outrun them, she bent down at the last minute, afflicting the ground with a curse. She staggered clunkily, and Evelyn had taken two whole steps before vines snared up behind her to grab the beasts giving chase but she didn't dare look back. If she did, she'd see the rest of the pack not far behind them hurdling over the obstacle or going around, and the warped wolves gnawing out of their constraints.

Some of the feral canines could be heard yelping as vines snatched them violently off the ground. Another Demon Wolf side-stepped swiftly, then reared up on its hind legs to pounce. Without warning, claws dug into Liv’s back as she was practically tackled to the ground. They were so close to the edge of a cliff, too.
Her chin hit the ground and her teeth clattered painfully together. “Fuck,” she groaned as she tried to crawl out from underneath the beast. Not that she’d ever. It pinned her down with its hellish body, and it burned through her clothes and skin at her back. Its maw hungrily snapped at her shoulder, but she had to get just a little closer.

When Liv went down, Evelyn followed having used her for balance and collapsed on her side. She was promptly joined by another member of the fiery pack, radiating heat in itself, and her instinct was to fend it off with her arms that it seared while it lunged forward for her neck. Evelyn suppressed a squeal and while she fought to keep her head out of the canine’s teeth she saw a demigod plummet towards the Kraken’s mouth.

Finally, even though it would now alert the Kraken, Liv beckoned the ocean’s waters to her. At the moment the Kraken swallowed Sylas, a wave of water lifted and was pulled toward the cliffside in a tall, wide arch. It slapped the surface that both the wolves and ladies were trying to stay grounded on, and once it hit them all, it could only drag them off. Their fires were smothered and they were pulled off of the cliff and pulled them in toward the beach like a tide to be either Kraken prey or drowned in the ocean.

Not only were the wolves swept away, but the women were, too. However, Liv had more control here.

She had lost hold of Evelyn, but managed to grab the redhead by the ankle at the very last minute. They'd smack onto the ground, likely getting some nice burns from being scraped across the sand. Eventually, they were completely swallowed by the sea.

The next thing to happen was incredibly fast and painful for Evelyn, getting snatched by the sea and tumbled around uncontrollably all the while begging for air. It was hard to think it a lesser evil, if it weren’t for the touch on her ankle reminding her it was the daughter of Poseidon’s summoning and how she was moments away from a jaw locking on her neck.

Liv could breathe, but Evelyn couldn't. She formed a bubble around her immediately and pushed her away toward a shallow area.

Alleviation came with Liv’s aid and Evelyn swam up to the surface sucking in air. She turned to face the depths from where she was propelled and where the Kraken was situated hoping to see Liv make quick work of the titanic creature. But relentlessly the ocean slapped at her and threatened to take her in again and invade her airways reminding her it was not her domain. She swam for shore until her feet could touch the ocean floor and staggered and collapsed on all fours. Something more than exhaustion and pain was creeping its way through her being and suddenly she unleashed a scream in frustration.

The Kraken knew Liv was there because she was soon overshadowed by a large tentacle hovering above her. It smacked down at her, but missed as Liv used the water to propel her out of the way. She stayed under the water, and as cliche as it was… she sent a call through the ocean. Like an underwater Snow White, schools of sharks, dolphins, and other underwater deadlies were on their way.

They weren't going to kill the kraken, but they'd bite, nip, and distract it enough for the demigods to do the heavy lifting.

Evelyn finally braced a hand on the dagger handle that was lodged inside her. She had to be quick to help Liv with the Kraken - it'd already taken Sylas, but she hesitated for a moment, afraid and reluctant then pulled it out with a cry out of pain. She looked around the beach, chest heaving seeing the Kraken fling its tentacles out in attack, targeting something in the ocean then saw the son of Hephaestus. “Duke,” she called, her voice edged with an uncontrollable waver. “Taunt it. Liv and Sylas…” she swallowed. “Maybe I can do something.”

Duke obeyed the request focusing fireballs on a singular tentacle until the limb dashed out and reached the shallow waters whipping around for them while it fought off other annoying assaults. Evelyn pounced on the wild tentacle and with touch achieved, Evelyn aimed to shoot pain throughout its goliath body and dull its senses. But her touch was short before it expelled them away like dolls, her powers only able to take away its sensory information briefly and cause quick pain.

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#2023-03-23 22:36:34, as written by mombie

N I C H O L A S x B O W E R
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Nicholas and Blair were just about to happen upon the crew warding off a chimera when, all of the sudden, there was a skittering behind them. His head slowly turned mid run, and that’s when he saw them… Spiders. But there were not, like, normal spiders. Those are already disturbing, rather they were man-eating demonic creatures from Tartarus. He’s certain of it. Okay, maybe they weren’t demonic spiders from hell, but they were people-sized, and that was scary as hell. No lie.

He urged Blair to just keep going, as they were being trailed by many eight-legged arachnids at a speed that was growing rather… inhuman.

The pair of them would happen upon the group only seconds after the Chimera’s body turned to ashes in the fire, which also dissipated with the beast’s demise. Nick had expected Liam to help, but nooooo…. Why would a large man with that much muscle be brave in the face of spiders? Much less two of those men?

Rae would have helped, but as it were, she’d be butt-naked if she transformed.

"Aw, come on, man!" Nick shouted after Liam, but the big doofus just pretended not to hear him. At this time, he had stopped and decided it was time to deal with the problem. He noticeably shuddered, but managed to turn himself around.

The son of Poseidon pulled Blair behind him, but still off a little to the side, so that he could face the horde of spiders. He knelt down, and as he did so, drove a hard fist into the earth. It started to crack, the fissure racing toward the spiders where it would eventually split. They were lucky that it swallowed about four of them, but the parting of the forest floor could not match the speed of the other three.

Nick had to trust that Blair could handle himself as the others skitter past the chasm and start to close in on the pair. Without warning, thick sticky webbing sprayed from one of them, and it covered and pinned him to a tree trunk. However, he was stronger than the silk, and while it was a chore, he ripped through it. Not before he was bitten in the shoulder, however.

Irritated, once he was out of the webbing, he grabbed the spider’s closest pair of legs and ripped them off. When it fell forward onto its head, he brought down his foot and smashed the skull to pieces until its whole body turned into dust.

Pieces of webbing were still attached to him, which gathered leaves and dirt. It would have been comical if it weren’t for the fact that he was very, very angry about the whole thing. Angry with a large helping of urgency. He had to get to the kraken.

He took on a second spider, making quick work of it while Blair dealt with the remaining one.

Once all spiders were conquered, he knew that they’d have to get to the beach quickly. He couldn’t continue to force Blair to run. "Catch up with Liam or keep up," he told her. It wasn’t personal, of course.

It seemed that, within minutes, Nick was at the chaotic shore of the beach. From the waters of Olympus, he summoned Poseidon’s Sword to his hand. With that, he dove right into the fray without forethought other than remembering: tentacles, tentacles. Tentacles everywhere. Be careful.

He hadn’t seen Sylas get eaten by the beast. He hadn’t yet noticed his sister within the water’s depths. He did note the schools of carnivorous fishes uncharacteristically attacking the Kraken, which meant that his sister was, indeed, somewhere in the sea doing her part.

He noticed Evelyn immediately, as she stood out the most as a familiar person. He didn’t know Ajax, only by name and rumor. He just assumed that he was another Demigod helping out. There’s Duke as well, so he had to be careful. Nick’s powers over the ocean were not as powerful as Liv’s, but what he could control beneath the surface could be devastating for all friendly parties that could not be seen. There was no time to assess to ensure that the only ones there were those he could see, so he had to play it safe.

Just as a tentacle whipped back out to lash at Evelyn, who had caused it great irritation, the Sword of Poseidon became pegged into the limb pinning it to the shallow shore. He then ran up the tentacle before it eventually pulled its limb out of the pinned position, and Nick’s sword dissipated only to be resummoned to him.

Where was a fucking gorgon when you needed one? Nowhere. That’s fucking where! A Kraken’s main heart was located deep into its ginormous cephalopod head. He ended up at the right gill, where one of them is located. The other is located at the left gill, right side. The two hearts at the gills supply the oxygen. He didn't really know where the hearts were located, but knew the gills were for breathing. It would be an easy area to sabotage. He did know a heart was in the head of a typical octopus, but the climb up there seemed slippery and out of scope of his ability at the moment.

He thrust his sword into the intended area, causing the Kraken to be instantly even more irate than it was already. With only one other heart to supply oxygen, it was going to have to work overtime. The movements slow down considerably, but it was no doubt just as deadly as it had been before. It let out a horrible cry, then used one of its head tentacles to smack Nick off and drive him right into the sand at the shore.

As soon as he hit the earth face first, his impact causing a huge pit, a tentacle followed to smack him into whatever existed below this island; hell, or something. Then another. Both then curled around Nicholas and dragged him deep into the water where it thought he'd drown, and just in case he wasn't drowning, to suffocate under the hundreds of thousands of pounds of constrictive force.

Liv noticed her brother being constricted by the creature. She could help, but... she wasn't going to. He wasn't going to die, but he'd know that whatever blood existed between them, it was just that - blood. In this case, as the saying goes, blood was not thicker than water.

He watched his sister notice him and do nothing, but it was expected. He couldn't talk to their fishy friends, either. At least, he didn't think he could. He could feel his body being crushed, and a trio of swordfish swam past him. "Come on, guys... help a brother out?" He managed to plead through his teeth.

To his surprise, they did. The trio swam full speed ahead, driving their long, pointed bill into the tentacles. This allowed Nick to pull himself free, arm himself with his sword once again, and sever enough of two appendages to render them immobile. Tired, he swam to the shore and pulled himself onto the beach where he collapsed on his back. He'd have to leave the rest up to the others. He was spent.

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#2023-03-26 06:29:57, as written by FeistyDeadlySins

Ajax Valis
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xSylas began shouting in his direction, causing Ajax to shoot him one quick look before he looked up behind him. As big as the creature was, how could he miss it? It was impossible. He knew it was there, just his first concerns were for his friend. In a matter of seconds Sylas and another demigod started on the Kraken, causing Ajax to leave Duke the second he knew he was okay.

Tentacles whipped by in all directions, so Ajax took to the skies again to give the other two a bit more of a chance by ducking and weaving around the creature. He managed to get one of its tentacles to follow him. When it almost had him by the ankles, Ajax held his arms firmly to his sides, barrel rolling straight through a loop of its other tentacle that tried to reach for one of the others, causing a knot. it almost lost it’s balance, but still managed to devour Sylas like Cronus did to his children. SHIT! Ajax thought, hoping he wasn’t dead before looking around for the other who seemed to be doing alright on his own. Even had friends to back him up from the ocean like cavalry.

Ajax flew closer this time, making sure that no-one else was close to him as he charged up a ball of light between his hands and threw it directly at the large unmissable target. The creature wailed in agony, thrashing around more violently. Nick had gone for one of it’s hearts which was a brilliant idea, but if science had taught Ajax anything during his short-lived time at high school, it had more than one heart to tackle.

As Ajax pushed the Electricity through to the hearts chamber, it crackled loudly down the narrow arteries as another tentacle tried to swipe him away, which Ajax kept at bay with his free hand, shocking it every time it came too close. The electricity inside soon encased the heart, tightening the muscles and causing it to spasm and cramp up. As the heart raced, the blood pressure soared higher and higher until the heart completed exploded! - the creature became more enraged, thrashing in agony as it tossed Ajax aside like a pancake since one tentacle had gone unseen.

The son of Zeus landed right on the beach again near to Nick. ”Managed to explode one of the hearts, but that was after the damn thing swallowed one of us. I’m just hoping they survive in there long enough for us to get them out… somehow.” Ajax got up, dusting himself off as he frantically wracked his brains around for a plan.

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#2023-04-30 04:15:11, as written by mjolnir

sylas astor
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It was pitch black inside the kraken. Sylas scrambled to his feet on top of its massive tongue, swaying and stumbling like a babe taking their first steps. Everything went eerily still, just long enough for him to get stable. Not being able to see, Sylas struggled to get his bearings, running his hands along its slimy mouth in search of anything to hold onto. The insides of the beast were just as slippery as its outsides.

Then the kraken's tongue raised trying to tip him over and send him down its throat to be properly digested. Desperate, Sylas took his rapier and plunged into the giant tongue before he could be swallowed. The kraken let in a brief glimpse of moonlight as it screeched out in pain. The second it felt Sylas trying to climb to freedom it snapped its maw shut, trapping him in darkness once again.

Sylas pulled himself to his feet panting as his mind raced to figure out a solution. In the end, the only thing he could think of was leaving the kraken no choice but to spit him out. He gripped the handle of his rapier tightly in both hands and began stabbing at the creature's insides furiously... Its tongue, right cheek, left cheek, roof of its mouth, over and over and over. Sylas was drenched in sweat, sea water, spit and kraken blood, but he didn't let up, hacking and slashing like a mad man.

The sea beast thrashed and growled, but it seemed reluctant to open its mouth, proving to be as determined as Sylas. He was quickly growing tired. His wounded palms throbbed and burned at his tight grip, but he didn't let up. He pulled the rapier back once again and drove it forward, unknowingly straight into the kraken's third heart. At that moment a strong strike of lightning surged through the kraken. The current made a circuit through the blade and into Sylas, scorching his palms where he held the weapon, unable to let go. In unisons both him Kraken screamed out in a disturbing harmony.

While the lightning might have only lasted a second or two, it felt like an eternity to him. With his sword like a conduit, the shock ruptured not only the intended heart, but the third one as well. When the current finally died, Sylas's grip fell from the hilt as his eyes rolled back in his head. Like a domino falling in slow motion, his unconscious body tipped backwards. Just as he would have landed on the kraken's tongue, the giant monster vanished, dusting him in soot before he was engulfed by the sea.

blair carmichael
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Blair wasn't a tracker... or a fighter. So wandering her way through the forest with the echoing of distant screams, from campers and otherwise, proved to be a bit of a challenge. Luckily, she was smart enough to steer clear of any noises. She had no undying need to help any of the campers, she barely knew them. At that moment it was about self preservation and nothing else... Well, maybe finding someone who knew what the hell was going on and how to stop it. She highly doubted this was another training exercise.

It seemed when the screams might have faded away, for a time, there came hurried footsteps. Blair ducked behind a tree not knowing what to expect. Monster? Camper? Camper being chased by a monster? As the running drew closer, she noticed it was Nick and cursed under her breath. She didn't know if she was pissed or relieved it was him. Her brother told her to seek him out but he owed her nothing, and after what happened earlier that night she wasn't the biggest fan of him.

"Nasty gashes, but I can’t take you to the infirmary," Nick said as he reached her and took her biceps into his hands.

"I never liked hospitals anyway," Blair replied sardonically, using sarcasm as a defense mechanism like she often did. She sucked in a sharp breath and flinched as Nick started trying to bandage her shoulder. "Mother fucker!" she cursed, smacking his chest lightly in reflex.

Once Nick finished, he pulled a robe over her shoulders... Although definitely a woman's robe given how silky it was. Blair's brows furrowed slightly, but she didn't argue to the extra layer. She had almost forgotten she was shivering. There were more important things after all. "Rae’s out as a bird, so she won’t miss this for now." She was tempted to make a snide comment insinuating that he spent the night with Rae, but even Blair had enough tact to know that it wasn't the time nor the place for her little green monster to come out.

Nick took her hand and started guiding them in a different direction. "There’s a Kraken at the beach. I’ll need you to think about how we are going to defeat that while we help others and get everyone there."

Blair scoffed as she tried to keep pace with him and watch where she was walking. "Do I look like a Kraken slayer to you!?"

They seemed to traverse a fair bit of the forest without an incident, but it didn't seem like that was going to last much longer. There was fast skittering around them in the brush which sounded far too quick to be a demigod, or anything with only two legs. Blair's gaze followed Nick's back over their shoulders. Her eyes widened at the sight of spiders that could have given Shelob a run for her money.

At first they tried to run but they were no match for the speed of the grotesque eight-legged creatures hurrying after them. Nick hollered after a rather large beefy looking camper who wanted absolutely nothing to do with the spiders, and pealed off in the opposite direction. Without any other options, Nick turned to face the hoard of spiders, putting himself between them and Blair. While she was thankfully for the act of chivalry, there was also no way one man could take on seven of the gigantic arachnids.

Nick made quick work of a few of them, swallowing them up in a chasm, but there were still three that remained. He seemed capable enough to take on two of them, but that still left one that was barreling right for her. Blair wasn't even brave enough to kill a normal spider without calling on the butler or her brother, let alone one the size of a car! She didn't have strength or agility on her side, so when the large bug reached her she was able to dodge it for a moment or two before getting knocked to the ground. She plunged an intangible hand up into the spider's body, like she did with the horse, but only got a fist full of spider goo. "Gross," she grimaced.

Pissed, the spider scooped her up in two of its arms then quickly began ascending the closest tree. Blair struggled against its hold but accomplished nothing. In the blink of an eye they were fifteen feet in the air as its legs started spinning and rolling her into a webbed cocoon. The spider's silk, while easy enough for Nick to break free of, was too tough for her. Not wanting to be the monster's dinner and out of options, Blair went intangible and slipped free of the mummy-like wrappings. She fell several feet to the ground with a loud and painful thud that cracked a couple ribs and took the breath from her lungs.

The arachnid fell from the tree, landing above her with its legs encompassing her like a gross hairy prison. Before she could talk herself out of it, Blair grabbed the spider's back two legs and went intangible, letting herself and the back half of the creature sink into the ground. She hated letting herself phase into the ground, it was like swimming in a pitch black pool, she couldn't breathe or see which way was up.

After nearly a minute, Blair finally found the chasm Nick created and emerged a few feet down in the crevice. She gasped for air before weakly pulling herself out. Unfortunately, the spider still wasn't dead. While its ass end was stuck in the ground like cement, its free legs flailed around while the monster screeched in protest.

Tired and still trying to catch her breath, Blair grabbed a decent sized stick and walked towards it. As the the spider craned its head closer to try and bite her, she thrust the stick through one of its eyes and into its exoskeleton. The spider's head popped like beach ball sized zit, covering Blair in a putrid green ooze.

She stood there frozen in a shocked, and disgusted, silence as the arachnid vanish in a poof of ash and embers. Then all at once, she doubled over and wretched up whatever contents were in her stomach. She remained on her hands and knees heaving until nothing else came out, and heaved a bit more. Her body trembled violently. Blair couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the strong wave of nausea that overcame her, probably both.

She could barely steady her hands as she pulled off the robe and used it to try and clean herself. Blair was able to wipe the spider's guts away from her mouth and eyes, if nothing else, as Nick approached her, obviously free of spiders. "Catch up with Liam or keep up," he said before he started off towards the beach once again.

Blair's legs felt like noodles as she got to her feet and discarded the ruined robe. She did her best to keep up, but was quickly falling behind. Every few steps her stomach knotted, threatening to wretch once again. When she reached the beach awhile after Nick, her legs could no longer carry her. Her knees buckled and she toppled over, nearly getting a face full of sand before her hands caught her.

She watched the others dodge tentacles and fight the massive kraken from behind goo soaked hair. How the hell was Blair supposed to help? She wasn't a fighter, nor did she have a wealth of knowledge about sea creatures. The only thing that came to mind was that octopi have three hearts.... But how was that helpful? If a Kraken was enough like an octopus, it might have three hearts, but that was a shot in the dark. And, as it seemed, was knowledge that quickly became irrelevant.

Nick had just collapsed on the beach after stabbing one of the hearts. Then some flying boy with a lightning ball, presumably one of Zeus's bastards, landed beside him. ”Managed to explode one of the hearts, but that was after the damn thing swallowed one of us. I’m just hoping they survive in there long enough for us to get them out… somehow.”

Not a moment later, the kraken became a cloud of ashes and embers like all the other monsters when they perished. Just barely visible through the smoke, Blair caught a quick glimpse of Sylas as he fell lifelessly into the water. "Sylas!?" she called out.

With a new rush of adrenalin, Blair pushed off the ground and ran through the sand towards the water. She might not have been a child of Poseidon, but she was still one of the strongest swimmers at her prep school. Plus, Sylas was one of the closest things she had to a friend at this bullshit camp... And no one else seemed to be rushing to his aid.

Just as her feet touched the frigid water and she prepared to dive, a vine the size of an anaconda shot out of the forest, wrapping itself around her legs. Before Blair had known what happened, she was yanked to the ground and pulled back into the woods like a frog's tongue that had just caught a fly.

She screamed as was pulled further in, while rocks, branches and anything else on the forest floor scratched and marred her body. Blair tried to grab hold of anything and get free, but whatever pulled her was stronger. Far past a normal point of exhaustion and with her head bouncing around like a rattle, she didn't have the strength or focus to use her powers effectively. Once or twice she managed to make her legs intangible but it was only for a second, and once they materialized the vine got hold of her again before she had time to stand.

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They continued through the woods trying to find someone else, or an intact cabin, all the while a bit too exposed. While Wes wasn't a bashful type of guy, it wasn't his idea of fun being completely nude with how cold it was that night. But more pressing, was Trinity not being fully clothed. Call him protective or selfish, but the only person who should see her like this was him. He didn't argue when she wished to walk rather than him carry her, but he still insisted on walking in front of her to help protect her modesty.

He wasn't as alert as Trinity was, so while she was able to dodge the flying demigod, when the boy crashed into the ground behind him Wes jumped, tripped over him, and almost fell over. "Heath?" Trinity said looking at the demigod on the ground.

Wes tried to keep himself between Trinity and Heath, last thing they needed was a nip slip. But quickly their nudity seemed to be far less important. It looked as though Heath had led a rather large boar in their direction. It squealed while kicking and bucking furiously. Luckily, the son of Athena managed to blind the creature. Unfortunately, that didn't make it any less dangerous.

To no surprise, Trinity was quick to action. She had the boar by its tusks and was pinned to a tree. Wes had half a mind to step in but with how close the creature was to her, he was worried about pissing it off more and getting her hurt. He gritted his teeth when she was bit, trying to think of something he could do. When Trin went to stab it in the heart, he held his breath hoping for her aim to be true, but in the very last minute it kicked and the blade missed.

Trinity was left crouched, frozen in front of the boar. Before common sense could worm its way into his mind, Wes raised his fingers to his lips and whistled loudly getting the animals attention. "Over here ugly!" The boar snorted then charged in his direction. Wes crouched like a sumo wrestler with his hands out and ready. Just before the angry swine could ram him, he grabbed its tusk and jerked its head sideways. Using the boar's momentum against it, he slammed his shoulder into is side and tackled it to the ground.

He wrestled with the boar, using all his strength and might to keep the creature down. Amidst their tussle, Wes got a tusk in his thigh and a few good kicks in the ribs. He groaned through gritted teeth, but didn't let up. After a few more minutes, bruised and bloody, he managed to get his mechanical arm around the boar's throat in a tight chokehold. One leg kept the animal pinned while the other pushed off the ground to give himself the most leverage possible. It squealed and screeched as his arm tightened and lighting began to spark along its tusks.

Wes only had two choices release the boar or get electrocuted. He cursed under his breath and clenched his jaw, bracing himself. The shock ran up his metal arm and throughout his body. Wes's skin felt tingly and on fire, but he didn't let go. His arm was short circuiting from the shock and he knew he didn't have long before it stopped working all together. With all his strength, Wes yanked back on the boar's head until there was a sickening snap and its body went limp.

Before it had a chance to vanish, Wes jumped off the boar cursing as he tried to remove his steaming mechanical arm. "Hot! Hot! Hot! Fuck!" He winced, burning his fingers as he ripped the arm off and tossed it aside. He stood still, his chest heaving and covered in sweat as he tried to come to terms with what just happened. His face scrunched catching a whiff of burning hair. He ran his fingers across his forehead, finding his eyebrows were singed off.

Then like the fog was lifted, he hurried over to Trinity. He held by her upper arms gently as his gaze fell on the bite the boar gave her. "Are you ok?"

Not giving her a chance to inspect his own wounds, Wes slowly released his hold on her and looked around until he saw a cabin not far away. "You need clothes. Wait here."

Wes grabbed a rock off the ground and smashed one of the cabin's windows. With little regard for cuts, he carelessly climbed inside. He had no idea who's cabin it was, that was a problem to worry about later. Wes quickly found a dresser and pulled out what looked like a mens t-shirt and basketball shorts. From inside he was able to unlock the door and return to Trinity without getting anymore scrapes.

He held out the clothes to her. "Put this on." Wes slowly turned around, using his body as a wall to give her some privacy to get dressed. Once she was clothed, he was able to get his boxers back from her so he wasn't entirely naked.

"Ok," he nodded his head trying to think of what they needed to do next. "We need to get you to the infirmary before that gets infected." Wes took her hand in his and started towards the main area of camp. It was nothing personal to Heath, but in the heat of the chaos it seemed Wes had tunnel vision. He was lucky enough to protect Trinity once, but it wasn't likely to happen again. He needed her safe more than anything.

With his adrenalin rush wearing off, Wes's own wounds were becoming harder to ignore. His thigh was bleeding a little more than he was comfortable with from where the boar's tusk got him and he was starting to limp. The blood loss was making him lightheaded. He did his best to shake it off but his pace was slowing. He released Trinity's hand and pointed in the direction they were heading. "Go... I'll be right behind you." The stubborn woman never listened to him, but he hoped, just this once, she would.

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#2023-05-02 15:16:38, as written by SparxALot

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Ajax helped him out of the danger zone and under any other circumstances, Duke might have smiled, happy see him in camp again. "Dude, you good? We need to try and gather the others at the arena… whoever you see, tell them to make their way there so we can plan what the hell we are going to have to do. Al’s holding off a tornado, but hopefully that’s dealt with by now. I had to leave her to try and help everyone else."

So the whole camp, everywhere at once had disaster. But his hands were a little tied to play rally. Meanwhile, Sylas laughed dryly. "I knew you Zeus kids were arrogant pricks, but not blind! Or did you just happen to miss the GIANT FUCKING KRAKEN!"

Duke averted his gaze puffing still. Sylas pretty much covered it. Suddenly he saw a tentacle extend out. "Behind y-!" The limb grabbed Sylas and shook him about while the others warned Duke's chase and aim off. If he fired while it whipped its tentacles about, he could get Sylas. He looked into the depths where not just the sea could take him but a Kraken thrashed about dangerously as if he needed more reason to hate water. Even the strongest swimmer would feel less confident going in.

What he witnessed then was its own bizarre horror show. The Kraken paused, Sylas plummeted uncontrollably, then a tentacle flipped him up into its mouth and thats where the son of Eris vanished, devoured whole. Duke's eyes widened and he braced a large fireball when a gigantic wave summoned at the cliff side, further down the beach, causing his ball to vanish and making Duke take a few hesitant steps back. When it came slamming back down, Duke took some quicker paces away, the sea however faster and rushed at him raising the water above hip height where he stood. He looked back at the Kraken, and before it could make a meal out of him, Duke tried to make a meal of it, summoning a long streak of fire and attempting to fry the beast.

A tentacle lashed out and sent him hurling back to sand, knocking the wind out of him. He coughed with a tightness in his chest making it all the more painful. He climbed back to his feet, his hands engulfed in flame starting forwards, back to the water when he heard Evelyn call for him. He extinguished them immediately and ran over and dropped to a knee beside her, hovering an arm around her expecting she needed help. “Taunt it. Liv and Sylas…Maybe I can do something.”

He looked at the state of the red head. "Evelyn..." he warned. But she made it transparent she wasn't asking. Duke looked at the creature and how most limbs were concentrated slapping down above water or in the actual water then back at Evelyn. With nothing to lose, he gave her a nod and the moment a tentacle showed, he blasted fire at it again and again, repeatedly until it burst out in search of them. They both dove on it when it was under them and Duke had no idea what they were doing but he just hoped it worked and was effective enough. He was really trying to wrestle it and hold it down with all his might but the Kraken shook them off like nothing.

He was quick to scramble to his feet. By that time, a deafening shriek pierced the beach as multiple demigods focused attack on the hearts. Duke ran across to Evelyn instead and supported her to a sit while looking at the wound that came from her stomach. He had a brief moment , inclined to chide her like a child but thought better of it. With no Apollo children at the beach, he instead chose action. "This is going to hurt." Duke gave plenty of nervous glances out to the sea where the battle raged on and assured they were safe, things were relatively under control before flickering a quick flame to her wound. Duke might've worried about her cry out alerting and alarming beasts and other demigods if the Kraken didn't drown it out, yet he still winced being in close range and tried his best support. "Easy, easy. I got you."

With the kraken finally defeated, there should have been some sense of alleviation but there was only heaviness, exhausted demigods and an injured red head. "Come on. You're no good to anyone incapacitated." As he started to help her up, Blair was snatched from the water she ran into so boldly. But not downwards or into sea, but backwards into the forest. Duke watched frozen for a moment. Thankfully, there was Ajax and Nick nearby that didn't need to be prompted to aid her. But it did give Duke second thought. Was whatever snatched her attracted to abrupt movement and vibrations? Did he leave Evelyn at the beach or would that be as good as free monster bait?

"Shit," he muttered. It was hard to witness and not chase after Blaire himself. But he was sure....he had to be sure, someone else had it under control. Whatever the case, the redhead also needed help and it was best they stick together for now. An alone demigod seemed a dead demigod. He started to walk her away from the element he had no control over and left him at disadvantage and what he convinced himself was a quieter route. But quieter wasn't safer.

A low feminine hum echoed through the forest and with it, a sweet magnetic aroma, possibly as sweet and appealing as the beckoning sound. Duke staggered a little to a halt to better find the direction it came from. He thought better of it for a moment, but only a brief moment. He must find the source. Duke had conscience enough to set Evelyn down gently and slip his hands away before his feet took him towards the sound privvy to him. "I'll be back," he said without paying her a glance.

He ventured desperate but steady towards the call. Then there in a semi-opening was 3 mystical beings, curved bodies encased in green, seemingly made of nature, roots and leaves. "Closer, Duke" they chimed. He crept closer until he was in the centre of them. They circled him for a moment and closed in. One stroked his chin, prompting his attention solely on her as she leaned in. Duke stayed perfectly still, his eyes drifting to her lips waiting patiently...until he didn't. He closed the slight distance that remained between their lips only managing a quick peck before tearing himself away.

Quick, yet gentle, another pressed herself against his back and began to hum a tune and he was lulled again. Like their akin in water, too wrapped in their spell, Duke didn't notice the earth begin to wrap around his ankles and crawl up his leg which would eventually swallow him to a tree and the nymphs feed on his life force.

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#2023-05-03 05:20:24, as written by xNocturnax

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xxxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

Unlike her resilient peers, getting flung by sudden strength and momentum took the wind out of her and kept her down and disorientated for a while, as she tried to gasp in for deeper breaths than her chest would allow. She glanced at the others that appeared on the shoreline, among them Nick and Ajax while Duke rushed into view and helped sit her up. When his eyes fell on her wound, she shook her head rapidly even before he disclosed how much what would come next would hurt. Evelyn screamed out to the high heavens once more, her knees and arms flying inwards to protect her fresh scorching wound, fetal like.

“Easy, easy. I got you.” Duke tried. Evelyn whimpered bracing a hand over the searing pain, close to tears but none would come. Even through the tormenting pain, Evelyn had the misfortune of a front-row seat to witness Sylas fall to the sea unconsciously from where the Kraken once was. She braced a hand forward as an attempt to start towards him and make for sea but that's as far as she got. Something sunk in her with Sylas's body, and somehow the feeling plummeted her deeper than the ocean's depths.

Evelyn threw her head back in defeat, another cry out slimly contained in her sore chest. But this one, had it been released, wouldn't be for her. “Come on. You're no good to anyone incapacitated.” Duke prompted her up as Evelyn scooped up the dagger, taking her full weight as she felt completely legless. All that around the same time something terrifyingly snatched one of the new girls and retracted her to the forest. She watched like the frightened stunned animal she was, then glanced at Duke expectantly for a course of action. She sooner expected him to drop her and pursue whatever grabbed the other girl as the one in immediate danger but one of the others broke off and Duke reluctantly stayed with her.

She was proving incredibly costly at this rate. “Do they have it?” she checked hesitantly. Without Duke, she didn’t think she could support herself. But on the other hand, he’d probably be the most proficient against vines, plants and nature and she wanted him to know he had that out, guilt free. Strategy over aid made sense. In the same breath however, if Duke let her go Evelyn would likely attempt to search for Sylas. Liv was there somewhere...last she knew...which was a while ago now. But she wanted to be sure. Suddenly she wished Duke took off to help the brunette.

Instead, he started to shepherd her away from the beach, supposing that was his answer and show of faith in the others. There was no fighting Duke's guidance, practically or mentally, he controlled where they were going and moved her with ease but Evelyn kept glancing back to the tide in longing, hoping, praying to see the son of Eris appear.

She was forced to focus forward and on Duke though when his demeanour suddenly changed. “What is it?” What was probably a crystal clear song to Duke in his head, was dull and distorted to Evelyn.

Duke set her down, leaving Evelyn against a boulder where forest and beach met, on another train of thought apparently with a pressing quest to tend to. “I'll be back.”

“Wait, what!? Duke!” She wouldn't have been as shocked if he hadn't struck her as a sturdy character. But he walked off as if hypnotised. That was it! Something was wrong. Evelyn closed her eyes, her nostrils flaring in panic and fighting off pain for concentration as she honed and heightened her senses, making way to hear the fairest lullaby and a heavenly scent.

She snapped her eyes open and peered for Duke's figure, which was just in sight at the right angle and could be seen surrounded by some forest nymphs. Evelyn watched in horror as some vines gradually coiled up his leg and began to embrace him while he was completely oblivious to it. “Duke!” Evelyn didn't know what she could do from a distance, her hand grabbing at the ground in a scurry to get to her feet. Curses cost energy she didn't have to spare, and he was impervious to surrounding senses and information. Then the lightbulb switched. Blessings were easier casts. Evelyn slid her hand on a path towards Duke, letting those that possessed fire be engulfed in enhanced amplified flame. For a moment nothing happened. Then the son of Hephaestus set alight, and with him, the nymphs that came in contact with him and were close enough.

She took a breath of relief then set her eyes back on the water. They weren't that far. And before she even really knew it, she was racing through the water, turning off her pain, enhancing her adrenal glands and senses all at once before she dove under and swam to whereabouts Sylas disappeared. As she waded through the water using all her body and energy quickly, the returning pain niggled at her, her eyes stung and fatigue threatened her limbs but she could ignore it until she found him. Evelyn was forced up for air but once she got a big gulp, she dove under straight away again and resumed the search. When she found his lifeless body, Evelyn wrapped her arm around him and hauled him to the surface with her. She gasped the oxygen in and coughed before readjusting her hold on Sylas from behind so she could kick and have one arm stroke back to shore while the other supported his head above water.

It got harder when she hit shore and there wasn't enough water offering buoyancy and weightlessness anymore. She still took him as far as she could, dragging him under his arms desperately until the waves stopped lapping at them where she collapsed and Sylas with her. Quickly Evelyn scrambled around to kneel by his side where she saw just how pale he was and blue his lips were. She checked for breathing but his chest remained still, she couldn't feel anything and there was no whisper of air. Until somebody else came and got the water from his lungs or kick-started his heart, Evelyn had to do it herself. She tilted his head back tenderly, stroking back his hair as she did then pinched his nose and sealed her mouth over his, giving him breath. She repeated it another time. “Come on, Sylas,” she pleaded with him. She gave him a few more rescue breaths then began compressions.

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#2023-05-04 06:01:53, as written by mombie

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Rae hadn’t noticed Cherise’s sudden wandering. By the time the Artemis child looked down from her literal bird’s eye view of Camp Athens, her friend was gone. That left her with Liam.

It was concerning. Yet, no matter how much she tried to look without distracting from the current direction of the Kraken, Cherise was nowhere to be found. Unfortunately, there were bigger matters. While Rae loved her friend with everything, the logical side of her was aware that the Kraken was the biggest threat. Maybe Cherise had found a different path there. That was all she could hope for. To be away from Liam in this state would do more harm than good. She did not wish to contribute to anything.

Ahead, the tree line shook threateningly. Then, much to Rae’s horror, a large winged beast emerged from the thick layer of canopy. What the fuuuuuhhh…. she thought, stunned at what was coming to view. A mother. Fucking. Dragon. Unreal… She was so aghast that she nearly ran into the tall top of a tree.

Liam was busy trying to figure out where the hell he was supposed to be going. There was only Rae to follow, so that’s what he did. He didn’t trust many people, but she had eyes where he could not reach. He needed to be on the look-out for immediate threats, as well as assist those that they might come across. His attention was better suited for sudden dangers.

A caw from above grabbed his attention, but he couldn’t see what was happening. He had no idea. The only thing that he could do was to pick up his speed and shift in direction as Rae did. Until this moment, she had not alerted him to anything. Something told him that it must be a serious matter.

By the time the pair ended up on scene, they were greeted by flames showering upon a dome of some sort. A dome that was going to absolutely shatter if something wasn’t done. Who was under that thing? Neither Rae nor Liam could tell, for the flames and the smoke concealed everything.

Just as he was about to jump into action, a dark-haired woman that he never saw before came rushing to the rescue. That was a relief, to be honest. Knowing Liam, he would have just rushed in all fearlessly and got himself knocked out. He wasn’t afraid of anything (spiders aside), so going into danger was just something he did without much forethought. It didn’t take a brain or intelligence to go in and smash something to death. If that meant he got burned alive in the process, then that’s on him.

As soon as the Dragon’s attention was averted from its newest pest, being Amirah, Liam got a good look as to who was beneath its fiery rage. OIt was Andy, and when he looked just a wee bit closer, on the ground was Sloane.

Fuck. He felt extremely guilty. He’s the son of Ares, for crying out loud. If anyone should have been able to protect her, it was him. Maybe that was sexist of him to see. Godly. Whatever people would think of him for those thoughts, it was just how things were in his head. Failing to protect a loved one, or someone he cared about, was the ultimate failure.

He sprinted over there and knelt down. He knows Amirah is telling them to run and get help, but help was not close by. He would know. Liam and Rae were the help at this very moment.

He used Amirah’s welcome distraction to conjure a couple of weapons. At first, they would be made of fire, but two of the three would cool down and turn to their typical materials. One was a bow with a quiver of arrows, and another was a broadsword. He didn’t know the extent of Andy’s powers, whether she could conjure anything or whatever. He just knew that he could, so he did.

The latter would remain made of fire, and something that only he could wield. It was a large double-headed greataxe.

Rae’s talons touched the floor beside Andromeda. The daughter of Hecate seemed to know what to do once the redhead’s nude form came into being. The outfit wasn’t the greatest, but it would do in a bind. Andy granted her clothing, and she was very grateful not to have to do combat in the nude.

She would have… but you know, she’s already shown all the good earlier.

She picked up the bow and arrow that she assumed was for her. She’s not sure how Liam knew what weapons to conjure, but it could have been something innate about the power of the God of War.

Rae didn’t really want to fight a dragon. Every part of her knew that they were very likely to end up eaten, burnt to a crisp, or shredded to pieces. Dragon scales were better than armor, so there was nothing these petty little arrows could do. She could use any weapon, but maybe he wanted something more precise.

Liam made sure that Sloane was out of danger before he turned his full attention to the dragon. "This is exciting," he grinned a bit. Finally, something challenging. His enthusiasm for something that he could be his most authentic self with was palpable in the air. The feelings were equal parts a little scared he could die - just the tiniest of smidge - and ready to fight.

He looked back at Andy since the Dragon’s attention was waning from Amirah to its newest threat. It wasn’t that the daughter of Hades was no threat, it was that no amount of shaking would get her off of it. Something about Liam’s demeanor taunted its attention at him almost fully.

"Let’s go," he remarked, and knelt down for a moment. He held out a hand, Somewhere between Amirah, Liam, and Andy’s assaults, the Dragon turned just enough for the arrowhead to puncture its right eye.

The rest was up to those three.

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Liv had done the bare minimum in regards to helping with the Kraken. Could she have done more? Yes. But for what? It didn’t make sense for her to save anyone. Maybe Sylas, and that was still just maybe.

Speaking of the devil, his body ended up in the water. She considered, for a moment, to help him. She should have. It would have been extremely easy to do. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but that Evelyn beat her to it.

Fine. She’ll let the redhead play hero for now. It was better that way. Evelyn and Sylas were a good match, and while it might have been great to see the relationship squirm a bit, Liv wasn’t the type to interfere.

It was better to be alone anyway.

She ultimately emerged from the water; slowly walking toward the sandy shoreline. Everything from the fabric of her scant attire to her hair clung to her flesh. The look on her face was that of apathy, and her movements were intentionally slow and unbothered.

Dark eyes watched Evelyn try to revive Sylas. Should she? It was decided that she’d make her way toward the pair. Without saying anything, she held her hand out, palm toward him, and then made a crushing motion. Evelyn might not see it immediately, but the water inside of Sylas’ lungs was being gathered into one spot. Then she pulled, and it all was forced up his throat until he had no choice but to gag it all out.

Before he could open his eyes to notice she did it, Liv made herself scarce. She thought she had seen her brother’s tired figure dart into the forest for some reason. So, that’s where she was headed, for better or worse. She wasn’t sure yet. He didn’t look so well.

She soon found herself in the darkness of the woods; eyes darting here and there to locate her bumbling brother. He couldn't have gotten far. He was weak. Extremely weak. If she could find a way to get him out of Camp Athens under the guise of these strange calamities, she might as well. This was the perfect time. There might not be another.

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#2023-06-19 22:16:14, as written by mjolnir

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Benjy didn't have much time to stand back and take in his work on the goat's head. While it was one head down, the Chimera had three. Three heads is just too many heads. The big hoss of a boy seemed to make some quick work of both the snake and lion head, both ending in a disgusting amount of gore that made Benjy's stomach turn. If he needed a reminder, horror was not the genre for him. Noted.

A break would have been nice, but when no one seemed to really relax, Benjy kept his bow drawn... Just to be safe.

And, as if shit couldn't get any weirder, he swore he saw a bird fly in and shift into a red headed woman... A naked woman. Benjy cleared his throat, rocking back and forth on his heels as he tried to keep himself from looking until she was hidden by a tree. "How did I know I’d run into a group here? Nick needs us to gather at the beach."

"Sure," Cherise replied. She then turned around to face him, giving him a smile and weak wave. "Welcome to camp?" She added with an awkward laugh.

"Thanks... I hate it" he replied with his own weak laugh, trying to mask whatever else he was feeling with humor. Whenever he was being told about camp, regular monster attacks was not on the list of scheduled activities, and by the look of everyone around him this was no training exercise.

"That's where Sloane was dropped off. There's a big... octopus there," the big guy said, impatient to get to the beach.

The redhead said something that went right over Benjy's head who was far too focused on the giant octopus comment. He held up a finger like he wanted to interject a thought or comment, but his mouth hung open and nothing came out. Regardless if he got a word out or not, it seemed the others were leaving, so he could either trail after them or remain stunned and frozen in the woods, left to his own devices. Benjy groaned and reluctantly trudged after the group.

They hadn't gotten far when they saw two other campers running high speed away from massive spiders. Surprisingly, it seemed the hairy eight legged beasts were enough for the big guy, who quickly abandoned his goal of reaching the beach and ran the other way.

Between Liam tucking tail and running, and the new arrival of vampires, it seemed their small group was quickly getting pulled in every direction. Benjy tried his best to help as much as possible, but his arrows weren't wood so there was no way they were considered stakes... If that's even how it worked outside of Hollywood. Everything seemed to happen so fast that he could barely keep up, between the vampires flying around, demigods fighting them and someone arriving on a horse. His head constantly flicked from left to right watching the monsters and trying to see who was talking.

"The hell is going on tonight… Why are these things after us?" One girl asked on the edge of tears. Benjy wasn't the best at comforting, nor did he know her, but something about her made him wanted to make her feel safe, wanted to be her protector. If he wasn't worried about something else flying out at them he might have gave her a reassuring touch on the shoulder, but the best he could do was re-adjust to stand in front of her. Although, with the girl behind him, he found himself looking over his shoulder at her every few seconds enthralled with her beauty... and to, you know, make sure she was ok... Obviously.

"Glad to see you three are okay. So anyone know how to kill an actual vampire, or does stabbing it in the heart do the trick?" the Lone Ranger asked those who remained in the middle of the shit show.

"You're welcome to try any method that works," said the first guy he encountered.

To be honest, Benjy was struggling to keep all the new faces straight, but introductions were low on his priority list... Except the crying girl. No Benjy. Focus. Vampires? What worked against vampires? Then the lightbulb went off. Sunlight. He squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth, focusing all of his energy in creating a large blast of light that radiated out from him. Whatever vampires that lingered around him and the daughter of Aphrodite vanished in a puff of ashes.

When the light faded away everyone had scattered into various directions leaving Benjy and the sad beautiful girl alone. He gave her a weak sympathetic smile. "Are you ok?" he asked between heavy breaths.

Benjy sighed, his head spinning from overexerting himself. He stepped towards a large boulder and rested his right hand on it to support himself. The second his skin touched the cool surface of the rock it was like being caught on fly paper. His brows furrowed as he tried to tug his hand free. "What the—" His free hand wrapped around his wrist for added leverage as he tugged. He pushed his left foot off the rock, only for it to get stuck as well.

While he fought and tugged furiously, the appearance of the rock shifted into a massive chest with sharp teeth, a long tongue, and several eyes. Benjy let out a high pitched scream like a frightened girl. His one foot that remained unstuck slipped from the shock causing him to fall backwards on the ground. It was a funny sight, a monster box with Benjy stuck to it, his hand on the lid while his foot near its mouth, so every time the mimic opened its mouth he was lifted a foot off the ground, then dropped back down when it closed.

Benjy tried his best to wiggle and dodge the tongue as his free hand frantically reached for anything to help. One of the times the mimic closed its mouth and he hit the ground, he was able to grab one of his arrows. When the mouth opened again he took advantage and stabbed it in one of its many eyes. He tried repeating this as much as possible until the monster grew aggravated and impatient. It's massive tongue extended out and wrapped around his torso.

With a menacing grin, the monster pulled him into its mouth. As its fangs closed in on him, piercing whatever parts of his body were stuck between them the mimic vanished in a cloud of ash and embers, dropping him on the ground where it once stood. He laid on the ground unmoving in shock, staring up at the sky in disbelief. What the hell just happened?!

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The underbrush of the forest was rough. Blair was covered in cuts, scrapes and knicks from being dragged along the ground. By the time she reached the Leshen her body was dotted in blood and her forehead bled from colliding with a rock. She was dizzy and disoriented when the creature hoisted her up in the air by her ankle. It was taller than any man she had ever seen, a beast made of vines with an elk skull, including the antlers.

She was exhausted, and she didn't have the skill or prowess to fight something like this. So rather than further exert herself, Blair excepted her fate. Funny enough, she wasn't surprised she didn't last 48 hours at camp... But she figured she'd leave after begging her dad to go home, not death. Fate was an ironic bitch.

While the Leshen started weaving its vines around her like a cocoon, Blair heard others drawing closer. At first she thought perhaps someone had come to cut the monster down, but quickly she realized they too were ensnared by the beast. Nick, then Duke and Rae were all dragged through the forest and hoisted up like fresh kills beside her.

In one last act of desperation, she stretched out her hand toward the others closest to her, Duke and Nick. "Hold hands," she commanded them all. Once Rae was added to the chain, Blair used the last bit of power she had in her and made them all intangible. The four of them slipped through the vines like fingers trying to hold water and collapsed in a heap at the creature's feet.

"Run!" Blair shouted. She was barely on her feet when she was snatched up once again. The Leshen brought her right up to its face and let out a nightmarish screech, daring her to trying escaping again. It kept her close as it coiled its vines around her neck like a snake, squeezing the life from her while its other appendages sought out those who escaped and dragged them back with a sickening laugh. Blair fought to stay awake, but unable to breathe, her vision slowly went black.

When she woke up she was laying on the forest floor in a contorted pile with Rae, Duke and Nick. All of them were covered in a dusting of ash and the Leshen was no where in sight. Blair coughed and gasped for air half laying on Duke, while her legs were pinned somewhere under Rae. "What happened?" She asked hoarsely as she checked to make sure everyone was ok.

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Death was peaceful... Or at least Sylas thought it was death. It was like a dark warm blanket wrapped around him pulling him into the deepest sleep he's ever had. He didn't fight it but welcomed it like an old lover. It embraced him like this was where he belonged, where he was wanted. He felt soft lips on his... Was this the kiss of death? Wait... no... It felt more real and tangible, like the waking part of a lucid dream.

Then a sweet voice called his name. "... Sylas..." At first he thought it was death beckoning him further into the darkness. But the voice sliced through the void, tearing the veil and flooding the abyss with radiant light. Death beat at his chest, fighting to keep him down. It pounded in his lungs until it was forced out of his body. Death dug its claws into his esophagus, fighting to hold on as it was ripped from him and expelled from his mouth.

Sylas startled awake, rolling onto his side, gagging and coughing up the water that nearly took him. He inhaled sharply, gasping for air as he rested his head on the sand. When his lungs were no longer on fire, he slowly rolled over onto his back and opened his eyes to find Evelyn sitting above him. There was a part of him that was still mad... hurt that she left him to face the kraken alone, but more of him was surprised to find she was the one that save him.

He sat up slowly, holding Evelyn's gaze... Probably for too long, but said nothing. It was when he finally broke eye contact that he realized she was injured. He vaguely remembered hearing her scream from the forest. He should have follower her, protected her... but she should have stayed with him. Two sides of Sylas were at constant war around her, the man he was and the man she made him. It was confusing and left him constantly conflicted and disoriented by his own emotions.

Sylas might have said something, but the silence of the beach was deafening. It wasn't a peaceful or serene silence, with waves lapping against the shore and the soft song of birds. All he could hear was their own breathing and the distant screams of other campers, no waves, no animals. He slowly looked over his shoulder to see the tide retracted far more than normal and in the distance a massive wall of water coming their way. "Tsunami," he said barely above a whisper.

No time left to try and regain his strength, Sylas forced himself to his feet before taking Evelyn's hands and helping her up. "We have to go," urgency in his voice and across his face. He hoped she was able to walk because he didn't think he had the strength to carry her.

This time he kept her hand in his so that she couldn't run away, but also so she couldn't fall behind either. Neither of them were at full strength and their speed was quickly waning. Sylas was tripping over his own feet and he could see the pain and discomfort on Evelyn's face. When he looked behind him, the wave was far too close for comfort and appeared to have grown in size. They weren't going to out run it. "Fuck," he cursed, looking around frantically for a solution.

Eventually he saw a tree of substantial size, but with a narrow enough trunk that it'd have to do. "Over here," he directed her toward it. They both pressed their chests against the tree on opposite sides. "Give me your arms!" Sylas wrapped his arms around the trunk, taking her upper arms in his hands with a tight grip. He'd probably give her a bruise, but better that than her being swept up in the current and drowning. "Hold on as tight as you can. Wait until right before it hits and take a really big breath... Ok?" He leaned to the side for a brief send to hold her gaze. "Tight," he repeated.

Sylas turned his head to watch the approaching wave being sure he positioned himself to take more of the blow than her. As it started barreling towards them, he forced himself to hyperventilate, getting as much as oxygen as quickly as possible. Then when the wall of water was less than ten feet away, he inhaled a large breath, closed his eyes and held Evelyn as tight as he could. Then... nothing...

Reluctantly, Sylas finally opened his eyes to find the tsunami was gone. Through the trees he caught faint glimpses of the water at the beach... Calm. Not a single wave in sight. He finally loosened his hold on Evelyn and stepped around the tree, looking at the handprints he left behind on her. "I'm... Sorry," he said quietly as his thumb lightly ran along the mark that resembled his hand. He was no stranger to hurting people, but seeing that he might have hurt her twisted strangely in his gut in a way he wasn't familiar. For the first time in his life... He felt bad... guilty.

Sylas stared at the forming bruise as he withdrew his hand. He was right all along... That she was better off staying away from him. He swallowed hard as he took a step back, not meeting her gaze.

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Andy barely managed to keep herself from falling off in the rain, grabbing ahold of one of the dragon's spiked horns that protruded from its neck. By the time she pulled herself back up she noticed that Liam was no longer below, chipping away at the beast. "Liam!?" she cursed as he ran to protect Sloane, who was still unconscious. While she couldn't blame him, she would have done the same thing for Mason, Andy was left to figure out how to kill the giant lizard on her own.

She thought back to every movie, book and folktale she had heard about dragons. One thing that seemed to be true in every story was how strong a dragon's hide was. Their scales were used for armor. Swords, spears, arrows... Nothing could pierce it. But those were archaic weapons. It was a horrible idea. But it was all she had if she was going to face this thing alone.

Andy carefully stood up on the dragon's back between its shoulder blades. She summoned chains that wrapped around her ankles, securing herself to its back. Once she was stable, she held out her hands and conjured a large chainsaw. Let's hope modernity is more powerful than dragon scales. She started the engine and gave it a few revs before plunging it down at monster's neck. It looked like something that belonged on a metal album cover or from The Evil Dead.

Thunder and lightning crashed loudly around camp, shaking the very earth. The monsoon drenched anyone unlucky enough to be stuck outside. If it weren't for the chains, Andy would have been thrown off the dragon's back because of its writhing and the rain. Blood sprayed all over her as she pushed the chainsaw in deeper. She knew how crazy it looked but she could laugh about it later. Even as she cut the dragon breathed fire in every direction, swinging and slashing its claws through the air.

It must have heard Liam fighting monsters that poured out of the woods, because the dragon's head snapped right in his direction. It reeled its head back building a flame in its mouth. "Liam! Look out!" She leaned against the chainsaw putting all her bodyweight into it, hoping to give Liam a chance to get out of the way. The dragon froze just before it let out its breath then vanished, along with all the monsters that had emerged from the forest. With nothing beneath her, Andy fell to the ground. She rolled out of the way just before the chainsaw plunged itself in the earth beside her. She exhaled in relief as she narrowly missed being impaled.

It seemed all at once the chaos that took over the camp was gone. The rain had stopped and just above the tips of the trees there was as soft glow in the sky showing that dawn was soon approaching. Andy slowly sat up and looked around camp seeing nearly everything destroyed aside from the arena and the small, neglected main office. She would have loved nothing more than to pass out right there and sleep for a day straight, but with the adrenalin wearing off, she was acutely aware of the medical attention she needed... No doubt everyone else, and the infirmary was destroyed.

Andy sorely got to her feet and lethargically made her way to the main office still dripping water and dragon blood. Outside and inside of the office looked completely untouched. "I guess monsters hate work as much as we do," she jested weakly to herself as she went inside and sat at the desk. She leaned forward, pressing the button on the intercom. "Test. Test," her voice echoed throughout camp.

"Uh... Hey everyone, it's Andy," she started, some speakers popping and cracking every other syllable. "It looks like whatever was going on has stopped. Most of camp seems to be in ruins and I know a lot of us need medical attention. The arena appears to be mostly intact. We should regroup there to rest and get a head count. After some much needed rest, my brother and I will work on repairing cabins and cleaning up camp." Not used to making announcements or anything like that, she awkwardly stared at the microphone for a minute. "Uh... Bye? Over?" She sighed and turned off the intercom.

It was significantly more difficult to stand up that time. Every bone in Andy's body was sore and screaming. Her bandaged arm was throbbing and hot, her ears rang, and her head felt foggy. She slowly made her way over to the infirmary. Something had crashed through the roof and the whole building looked like a rhino ran through it. She managed to salvage two carts that she packed with whatever supplies she could find. It wouldn't be enough, but maybe she could conjure more when her batteries weren't spent.

She nearly made it to the arena when one of the carts' wheels hit a rock sending it, its contents, and Andy tumbling over. "God damn it," she cursed to herself. Exhaustion didn't even begin to describe how she felt. Her legs were like lead and bending her joints was like trying to move a rusted hinge. She pushed herself too far. Her body was giving out on her. She just... She needed a minute. So there she laid, on the ground where she fell, defeated, staring at the sky as tears filled her eyes.

That was hell...

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xxxxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S

xxxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

Revived, Sylas rolled to his side instinctually and spluttered out what water remained. Evelyn sighed out relieved and even the faintest and briefest smile crossed her lips but then the real thoughts came. He was hardly the kind to conjure a thank you, and he was swallowed by a Kraken largely because he was on his own...because of her. She sat there, squeezing her palms between her legs, forcing herself to sit tight in the literal sense while he came around and she had to brace herself for what was to come.

Still, braced as she may have been, when his eyes found her, that feeling of doom crashed over her, hitting her all the more real. But he didn't say anything or even scowl. He sat up, still locked in gaze with her. Evelyn swallowed heavily, almost hoping he'd scold her, blow up with 101 insults or ignore her existence entirely with an ultimate cold shoulder. Do something! Or was he waiting for her to explain herself perhaps? As she took in a breath to begin to try to tell her story, Evelyn noticed how loud her intake of breath was. How everything in their immediate surroundings seemed on a strange mute.

“Tsunami,” Sylas uttered.

Evelyn looked at the brigade of water rushing towards them. Sylas rushed to his feet and forced her more swiftly up on hers. “We have to go.”

They hurried away from the beach, hands locked together, and she was unsure of who was pushing who to keep pace. Factually, even in good condition, no one could outrun a tsunami. It was going to wipe them out. Sylas barely recovered from drowning and she was weak. But Evelyn still found herself fighting, lifting Sylas when he stumbled, continuing to race for what distance they could.

With a swift pull, Sylas veered off course to a tree. “Over here.” Confused for a moment, Evelyn quickly snapped to it, pressing herself against the tree and following Sylas's further direction. “Give me your arms!” As she extended them to the other side of the trunk, iron cuffs seemed to snap on her arm. Certainly secure but bitey and essential. “Hold on as tight as you can. Wait until right before it hits and take a really big breath... Ok?” Evelyn nodded as her heart started to race with inevitable nearing impact. “Tight,” Sylas emphasised, even leaning from his side to direct eye contact.

“Ok!” Just stop wasting breath and pray! Taking inspiration from his grip, Evelyn dug her hands in for a nice firm claw grip so no tree or Sylas would slip away.

Unlike he who watched it near, Evelyn buried her head into her shoulder and the tree trunk. Her breath quivered and hearing Sylas gulp in the last bit of air, Evelyn did the same and cringed as she braced for the gigantic wave to plough through them and take them under. But nothing came immediately...or even in seconds and once she was sensible enough, she noticed she couldn’t even hear the rushing of water anymore. She peeked out and the tsunami was gone. Cleanly gone.

Sylas's grip finally loosened and he stepped around the tree to see her properly...or, as she followed his eye line, his own impact on her arms. “I'm... Sorry,” he spoke foreignly, quietly and sincerely and she could see something strange riddled his mind as his thumb ran across her new injury.

Evelyn shook her head slowly and covered her arms so he didn't linger on it. “It's fine.” Woe was the day Evelyn justified or downplayed leaving a mark on another being but here she was. “It's hardly the worst feeling of today.” While that probably brought no comfort, Evelyn wasn't going to lie and say it didn't hurt, she felt it tender by the second and there was a ghostly echo left of the sensation of his strong grip. She tilted her head to meet his stubborn gaze. “But Sylas..”

She was interrupted by the ring of speakers coming to life, and a few tests. While she froze and listened, Evelyn kept her eyes on Sylas so he didn't use it as an opportune moment to walk away. “Uh... Hey everyone, it's Andy. It looks like whatever was going on has stopped. Most of camp seems to be in ruins and I know a lot of us need medical attention. The arena appears to be mostly intact. We should regroup there to rest and get a head count. After some much needed rest, my brother and I will work on repairing cabins and cleaning up camp.” At least that meant Andy and Daniel had made it relatively in tact.

Evelyn opened her mouth to begin again. “Uh... Bye? Over?” Andy added awkwardly before the intercom cut off.

Evelyn sighed out and finally resumed. “You don't owe me an apology.” She was afraid to continue and justify why she didn't deserve one, to the point her stomach twisted brutally. But it didn't sit right. “I left you. I - ” I tried to get help but failed miserably. I thought getting aid from a Poseidon child or anyone was more practical to better our chances. But there was no excuse. The words were suddenly so hard to get out, everything she wanted to say cluttering together in her mind. “I'm the one that should be sorry, and I am. I truly am. I made a poor and costly judgement. I shouldn't have left you. I should have stayed by your side instead, I did you a great misdeed.” He showed a fraction of care and openness, threw his body on the line with the gladiator and she all but abandoned him. Evelyn knew her words fell short of redemption and was a huge understatement but it's all she could currently offer.

Getting bruised via trying to help her was not the crime here. It was the least karmic thing she deserved and he needed to know that...because she wronged him first.

Usually one of the first to obey the norm and instructions, Evelyn didn't care for heading to the arena in this moment. Not unless he did. The only urge she had to move was strangely compelling...it prompted her to go to him and embrace him, tenderly yet tight, and whisper how sorry she was, ask if he was okay. Almost subconsciously, she did drift a few steps towards him but stopped herself from the rest, it likely proving to be an unwelcome notion.

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"It's fine," Evelyn spoke up after he took a step back. "It's hardly the worst feeling of today." She wasn't wrong. He had seen her wounds, not to mention the ones he had himself... But he still said nothing, drowning in his own thoughts but voicing none of them.

"But Sylas..." She began, attempting to look up into his eyes. Fortunately a voice rang out over the speakers throughout camp, cutting off whatever she might have had to say.

Once the announcement shut off, Evelyn sighed, ready to resume the conversation. "You don't owe me an apology." Sylas's brow quirked slightly, but he didn't shift his gaze from the ground. It was easier to be mad at her when he didn't look at her. Everything about her challenged who he thought he was and how he acted... And at that moment he wanted his anger to win, rather than letting himself give in to her wiles... again.

"I left you. I—" Yes, you did. His jaw clenched slightly, but he didn't move and remained silent. "I'm the one that should be sorry, and I am. I truly am. I made a poor and costly judgement. I shouldn't have left you. I should have stayed by your side instead, I did you a great misdeed."

That was a new experience that Sylas wasn't accustomed to. He couldn't recall the last time someone had apologized to him and genuinely meant it. Generally, people were simply sorry to have ever involved themselves in his life, or perhaps sorry for crossing him. But there was a pleading in those apologies, not necessarily for his forgiveness but for him to take pity on them. This... This was different. Sylas did something he never does and put himself on the line for someone else, and after promising to keep her safe she spurned him. That was a wound that was new to him.

Sylas wasn't sure how to react to her words. On one hand there was humility in apologizing and admitting she was wrong. But since when had he cared about humility? He fought a gladiator, held back its blade with his bare hands, and yet she ran off at the next sight of danger. He was angry, betrayed, and perhaps even the faintest piece of him had a tiny inclination to understand what he did to others. There was a reason why he never opened himself up to others, or showed anyone who he really was. People were disappointing and deceitful. But for some reason it stung more when it was Evelyn.

While he expected Evelyn to want to make her way to the arena, she didn't move in that direction. Rather, she took a few steps toward him. With the first step Sylas didn't react, but as she got closer he couldn't help but glance up at her from beneath his brow. Her body language said she wanted to be closer and there was a subconscious part of him that yearned to pull her close. There was something about her that melted his rough edges. He hated it.

Before she could say or do anything else that could soften his resolve, Sylas cleared his throat as his hands slipped into his pockets. "We should get to the arena so you can get that looked at." He vaguely nodded toward her abdomen, before turning and heading in the direct of the arena.

He said nothing for the entirety of the walk. Sylas's body language never showed any hint of concern if she joined him or not. And while he might not have looked over his shoulder to make sure she followed, he was constantly on alert listening for Evelyn's footsteps trailing behind.

When they arrived, it looked like the majority of camp had already made their way to the colosseum. Sylas didn't stop, or look around for anyone to check on or socialize with. He doubted any of them cared if was alive, aside from Liv, perhaps. But he could speak with her later.

Sylas made his way toward one of the empty tents and for a brief moment he lingered in the entrance. He wanted to look back over his shoulder and see where Evelyn went, or perhaps catch a glimpse of her facial expression. His head even twitched, threatening to take a look. But he caught himself before he slipped and went inside the tent.

He sighed softly, looking over the medical cart. Honestly, Sylas didn't know much about first aid, but he was also far too stubborn to ask for help. He unzipped his track jacket and peeled the wet fabric off. Several bruises were already forming on his torso making him look like a sickly dalmatian. The cut across his abdomen didn't appear to be too terribly bad. It had stopped bleeding, and while it might need some stitches, Sylas wasn't dumb enough to attempt that. He did his best to clean it, put some kind of ointment on it and a bandage. Good enough.

The worst part was his hands. Sylas hadn't realized he had been subconsciously avoiding looking at them. While the adrenalin had helped him ignore the pain to survive, now that everything had calmed down he struggled to use them. Both palms had deep gashes from the gladiator's blade. He couldn't tell by looking at them, but whenever he flexed his fingers it felt like something, a muscle or ligament was torn and straining. The skin up to his elbows was red, covered in blisters and splintering scorch marks. And even the tips of his fingers were singed black.

It seemed now that Sylas focused on them the less he could use them. He attempted to bandage them several times only to drop whatever he was holding shortly after he started. "Fuck!" he cursed under his breath and kicked the roll of bandages under the other cot in frustration.

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Of course Trinity couldn't have done what Wes said for once in her life. Stubborn ass woman. She came back to him, ducking under his arm so he could rest it across her shoulders. "I'd rather you beside me right now. Plus, we've watched enough horrors to know the rules." He wanted to argue with her, but if he died he imagined she would raze the Underworld to get him back. He didn't want her leading a suicidal crusade on his behalf. And while he wanted her to go get medical help, he had to try and understand that she wanted the same for him... As much as he wanted her to save herself.

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Wes joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Make sure you tell me if you need to rest." He nodded his head, but said nothing. He was already out of breath and struggling to keep up. He knew if he tried to say something that Trinity would see right through his facade. He had to be strong... for her. Wes remembered what her trial did to her, he wouldn't do that to her if he could help it.

Someone shouted not far off into the woods. His head turned to see Lochlan being chased by a snake, and for the first time at camp Wes didn't feel the urge to blindly run in there and help. While the demigod could die, he also flirted with Trinity, so would camp really be worse off without him? That may have been a bit much, but Wes was also in no shape to be helping anyone, let alone some asshole that stirred shit for fun.

Wes thought that was the end of it and they'd both continue on, then Trinity brought them to a halt. "All right, we’re pulling over."

"What?!" Wes scolded as she leaned him against a tree.

"I'll be right back, I promise." Trinity gave him a quick kiss then ran off after the snake.

"Trinity, he's not worth it!" Wes shouted after her. He pushed off the tree and tried to limp towards the cabin she disappeared into. He only made it a few steps before his leg buckled and he crumpled to the ground with a painful groan. "Gods damn it!" He slammed his fist on the ground in frustration.

Wes took a couple deep breaths mustering up the strength to try and get back to his feet. He cursed himself for chucking his mechanical arm. He only crippled himself further. He clenched his jaw and pushed off the ground, but instead of his body rising, his hand slowly began to sink into the ground. "What the—" Pulling with all his might, he managed to pry his hand free. But during the struggle his knees were enveloped by the earth beneath them.

Quicksand? "Is this Indiana Jones?" He huffed to himself as his gaze scanned the surrounding area trying to find anything he could use to get himself free. He tried reaching for a branch with his mechanical arm, only to then remember it was discarded somewhere in the woods. "Shit!"

He reached out for the branch again. Wes's entire torso tensed and trembled as he used all his core strength to lean forward without falling into the quicksand. He barely managed to grab the branch, nearly falling face first into the muck. Luckily, a vine hung from another nearby tree. It took several swipes of the branch before he could get it free and pulled towards him. But by the time he got his hand on the vine, he was already waist deep and sinking faster.

Wes wrapped his arm up in the vine, getting as tight of a grip as he could. He pulled with all his might, only managing to lift himself up by an inch or two. He didn't have time to brace himself or try something else. He took a deep breath and tried again. This time he got a bit farther... then the vine snapped. The loss in support caused him to fall over, his entire right side landing in the quicksand. Desperate, his hand tried to dig himself free but it only made him sink faster. Wes took in one final deep breath before his entire body was swallowed.

It was cold, wet and dark. Wes imagined that was what it felt like to be buried in concrete. He couldn't move. He felt weightless like he was suspended in a vast void. He held his breath for as long as he could, hoping and praying that somehow Trinity would find him and think of a way to get him out. But it was getting harder not to try and gasp for air. When he couldn't fight it any longer, the ground regurgitated him, spitting him out like a rotten piece of food. Wes was tossed a few feet above the ground, then landed on the solid earth with a thud. He gasped and coughed for air, rolling over onto his side.

Everything in the camp seemed to grow silent before a static filled the air and Andy's voice rung throughout camp. "Uh... Hey everyone, it's Andy. It looks like whatever was going on has stopped. Most of camp seems to be in ruins and I know a lot of us need medical attention. The arena appears to be mostly intact. We should regroup there to rest and get a head count. After some much needed rest, my brother and I will work on repairing cabins and cleaning up camp. Uh... Bye? Over?" Thank the Gods it was over.

Not a moment later, Trinity returned, wrapping him in her arms. Her face nuzzled into him like she was scared that she'd lose him if she didn't hold tight enough. "I don't know what I was doing."

Wes hadn't thought much about it, but he couldn't help but wonder if there was someone else at camp like Eve... Someone who could manipulate those around them. "Yeah... I was content letting him get eaten," he admitted with a weak laugh as he tried his best to return the hug.

With Trinity there to help, Wes accepted her help to try and get to his feet. But as he sat up, his head started to spin. Between the quicksand and the blood loss, he was lightheaded. Sparkles and spots started dancing in his vision. "Son of a—" He mumbled. His eyes rolled back in his head as he fell over like a domino.

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#2023-12-06 13:18:37, as written by xNocturnax

xxxxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S

xxxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

xxxxxxxx S Y L A S xx A S T O R

xxxxxxxSon of Eris | Outift | #064C4B

A thousand thoughts must’ve swirled through his head but only what he gave back would matter and be what she could act upon. “We should get to the arena so you can get that looked at.” He turned his back on her and began walking to the arena.

While she didn’t expect to be forgiven with a few words, Sylas’s response somehow deepened her hurt, adding to her pain, dumping weights and volumes on her. But Evelyn didn’t fight it. She stared forward, accepting the small feeling, it being exactly what she deserved before trailing after him. She knew how bad it looked-…was!... leaving him alone with a Kraken. Maybe she wasn't half as noble as she thought. Maybe she was out to save her own skin after all.

Evelyn lingered between stewing in her own thoughts and a void, following Sylas blindly staring into nothing otherwise risking sheepish glances at his back, hoping he'd turn around and talk to her about it, or maybe that she'd catch a few more words uttered to himself but there was nothing. Sylas, she prompted in her head more times than she cared for but his name never reached aloud for the best.

She slowed upon reaching the arena unsure entirely where to go for the best aid or if she wanted to talk to people first or had anyone to see. Her eyes took in the rows of tents and other battle worn and injured demigods and then they refound Sylas, paused outside of one tent before disappearing inside. He was better left alone for the moment or at least away from her even with her nagging concern. As she strolled by the numerous tents, looking for one vacant and well-placed, she heard the gentle thud of materials being fumbled with and a quiet strain from within slowing her approach. She tried to tell herself Sylas was capable, that she was the last one he wanted to see, and to keep walking. Situations weren't as dire but she couldn't leave him again. The least he could do with was some aid.

She cupped her stomach, subduing the nerves again, locking out her pain receptors with a deep breath. Then she took in another breath and entered the very same tent Sylas occupied. The moment he saw her she held her hands up in surrender meaning no harm, or more precisely, in their case, she wasn't there for a confrontation. Her eyes travelled to some of the scattered bandages on the floor not to mention the ones under the cot she couldn't see then his hands. Gods, the whole state of him. “Sit,” she ordered, suddenly possessed by sure-footedness and business. Their fresh circumstance could be shoved aside for now; he needed tending to. Until he did as told, Evelyn stood there, unwavering and unamused. The only expression he'd get was a quizzical brow as to why he hadn't moved yet and accepted help he clearly needed. There really was no option or discussion to be made about it.

Whether or not Sylas was expecting someone to enter his tent, he was unsure, but the didn't stop him from looking the feintest bit surprised when she entered. He was always an independent person who hated relying on others for companionship... or even aid. If their recent experiences were anything to go by, people usually disappointed you. And unfortunately, Evelyn had shown herself to be no different. He was hurt, emotionally and physically... Although he'd never admit to anything... ever.

Sylas quickly let his curiosity return to his cold, emotionless facade. He got up off the cot, crossed the tent, and leaned down to pick up the bandages he had dropped. And even though it took every bit of focus to be able to pick them up and not show the pain across his face, he did, looking like he always did. He held up the item nonchalantly with a tight lipped smirk. "I got it. Just knocked it over."

When Evelyn didn't move or say anything, Sylas sighed. "Seriously?" He rolled his eyes as he sat back down, frustrated. He'd never admit it, not out loud at least, but he was thankful that she came in to help him. He needed it. Just his little act of bravado left his hand shaking and in intense pain. And maybe even a smaller part of him was happy it was her... He was still mad and his walls were still up, but even then it took work for him to remain distant. His conflicting emotions were giving him a migraine and softening his resolve. Evelyn won, but just this once.

Evelyn stepped up to him once he did the wise thing of sitting and unwound her hastily made now drenched makeshift bandaging job from earlier that barely held together. She paused for a moment with her hands under his, studying the gape in his palms, the sacrificial wound he obtained for her and before her thumbs could caress him she found clarity, snapping herself out of it and searching for a sterilizer and cloth in the cart nearby. “Seawater sterilizes most bacteria but not all. It's better to be thorough,” she explained as she dabbed over his exposed wounds carefully. Sylas with an infection would not be pretty, and though unlikely, who knew the contents inside a kraken and their ocean...whether illusion or whatever else.

There was a fleeting thought to fill in the silence with small talk, but that likely wouldn't be effective nor wise, so she kept her eyes and speech absorbed in her work, grabbing the materials she needed and gazing only on what she was treating, occasionally stealing glances at her patient's face for his reaction. “Does it hurt?” She could take that away if he wanted or dull it at least. However, having a good hunch on Sylas, he may have been inclined to lie or downplay and dance around the truth, reluctant for further help. She wound some fresh bandages around his hands, this time properly and with a bit more skill. There, Evelyn used the contact to brush her fingertips along his wrist as she finished up and dulled his pain slightly. He could keep some pain for his pride or he could ask for her to remove it noticeably. That choice was at least his.

Sylas remained quiet and still as he watched her work. Even wounded, dirty, and not on his good side, Evelyn still had a mesmerizing beauty about her. Her magnetism would get him killed one day if he didn't shut her out, but he didn't move... not an inch. He cleared his throat to answer her question. "Yes and no. I think the electrocution singed a lot of my nerve endings." He didn't meet her gaze as he spoke, instead staring fixatedly at his blackened fingertips.

She gave a neutral hum. She stepped back to study her work and his own recent bandaging on his abdomen, searching his body for any missed knicks and open wounds. “How's that?” she asked, inclusive of feedback and if she missed anything. He still looked pale and stained with his battle scars and bruises.

He shrugged his shoulders in response. "Fine?" Sylas wasn't an expert when it came to first aid or anything like that. Believe it or not, he rarely found himself in need of it. People usually were scared enough of him to give him a wide birth and not fuck with him. He has been ran through the ringer more at camp than he has in his entire life.

“You need a bath,” she murmured more to herself than him. One drowned in the healing properties of ointment and oils and warmth. But cleanliness and comfort didn't take priority presently.

"You don't really smell like roses either," Sylas retorted, taking her words to mean he smelled. Hell, everyone probably looked and smelled like shit. It didn't even cross his mind until she said something about it.

She nearly rolled her eyes but a shiver rippled up her spine, reminding her of her own plummeting temperature and dirtiness and she spotted folded pajamas on each cot. Dry, warm, clean pajamas. Whoever made these tents, likely Andy, stocked them well and practically. She turned her back to Sylas, shuffling up to the other cot. She half glanced over her shoulder checking on him. “You should put on some dry pants at least.” If he could. She proceeded to take off her top. She might’ve cared more about modesty if it wasn't Sylas, he hadn’t seen everything already, and she wasn't cold. Oddly, she trusted him and he had his own task of getting changed. With her back to him, she glimpsed at her own wound and grimaced. Evelyn reached for the cart, keen to keep her back to him and cleaned the predominant wound then sealed it with adhesive wound dressing, stroking it down. Evelyn cupped around the bandage for a second then replaced her bareness with the pajama top.

With her sufficing duties done of patching him up, she was hesitant to turn back around and face him, the fire and authority in her dwindling. There was no more business to keep her stubbornly preoccupied, she noted. Evelyn stepped out of her wet shorts hypnotically, the pajama top overhanging some length thankfully. This would typically be the part where she asked him what he thought it was, who was behind it...even thank him. She grabbed the pajama bottoms sliding them up with no more stall routes.

While under other circumstances Sylas would have unabashedly watched her change, even enjoyed the view, the circumstances were entirely different. He stood up from his cot and turned his back to her. His gaze fell to the folded pajamas, then his hands. How in the hell was he going to do this? It was bad enough he needed help bandaging himself, he couldn't bare the humiliation of needing help getting changed. He stood there for a long moment in silence, bracing himself before finally hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his pants. His jaw clenched as he slowly inched the fabric down. While he might have looked well enough, he couldn't hide the quivering in his breaths. Compared to the other campers, his wounds were on the less severe side, but having little to no use of both of his hands left him feeling handicapped and useless.

Reluctantly, Evelyn turned back to him only to see Sylas struggling with his pants. Still. She inhaled deeply through her nose. Not as a sigh but a brace. By most standards she was doing the right thing, but by his probably proving a nuisance and reminding him of his physically vulnerable state. “If you need help…” It really was as simple as asking or just consenting if it was easier.

She stepped up to him hesitantly. She would have rathered express permission but watching him was a progressless path and painful. “Just...let me...” She took his waistband carefully and removed his pants for him, only keeping her eyes on the material. Then helped him slide on the new pants until it sat comfortably at his hips. Evelyn backed away granting him space again and perched on the other cot, grateful to sit for a moment.

For a brief moment, Sylas contemplated arguing, but instead he remained silent and let her help. He hated this, all of it. He'd rather have been stabbed in the gut than have virtually no use of his hands. He hated being dependent on others. He was not the type of person to ask for help, no matter who it was. He was stubborn and independent. He wanted to be mad at Evelyn. But the longer she was in his tent, aiding him without him ever asking... made it difficult.

In his stubbornness, he kept his gaze adverted, focused on the cot, med cart, or anything else by Evelyn as she helped him dress. Sylas wouldn't dare asking for help with his pajama shirt. He'd rather struggle with it after she left or just be cold and topless.

When he saw her sit on the opposite cot, it became apparent that Evelyn had no intentions on leaving until they spoke. Sylas didn't want to talk. While he could talk circles around people when he was in good form, everything with the daughter of Nemesis left him on unsure footing. He didn't talk about his feelings. Those were personal. But her body language said she was chomping at the bit to say more, to fill the silence with apologies and whatever other platitudes.

With a sigh, Sylas lowered himself onto his cot. He cupped his bandaged hands in his lap, not sure what to do with the useless appendages. They seemed more in the way than anything when they had no function. He mulled over what to say in his mind for several minutes before finally breaking the silence. "I would have protected you." There was a cold bite to his words, resentment, and the faint hurt of betrayal. He didn't look up, nor did he have much else to say. It was rare that Sylas would ever put himself in harms way for someone else. Yet, he did that... and she ran. He was starting to understand why people swore off women.

Her head started to sag, a mix of exhaustion from the night and mental defeat. But hearing him speak, much more of what he said, she lifted her head in surprise. She took in a breath twiddling her thumbs. “I know. Maybe,” she shrugged. Who could really guarantee protection against all the forces and things that wanted to murder them in camp though? She had no doubt he'd try however and that's what mattered. But his point was not to say what he would have done for her; it was how she did him wrong.

Evelyn focused on a spot on the wall so she wasn't put off by his icy gaze. “I thought 'what could I do against a Kraken?' In hindsight, of course, maybe a few things. But instead, I wanted to get help, a child of Poseidon so something effective could meet it in the water but...” her eyes flickered back to him doubting he'd care for her reasoning. Regardless, he ended up swallowed then nearly drowned.

“I'm truly sorry,” she said again. She slid off the cot with a wince and crept towards him tentatively once more. If she could take it back, she would. But...hindsight...it was a cruel thing. Even more cautiously, she reached for his hand, slipping hers under his. “And, thank you,” she added more quietly. She simultaneously owed him thanks for looking after her with the gladiator and tsunami. She brought his singed fingertips to her lips and pecked them lightly, keeping her eyes on Sylas. Evelyn brought his hand to her cheek next, nuzzling slightly.

Hardly a gentle soul, she knew things could go wrong in a second, providing Sylas willed it. This was Evelyn showing her trust, showing her affection, showing she cared and showing she was grateful he was still here. If he only knew the feeling that took a hold of her when she thought he was gone.

Sylas didn't know how to react in the moment. There was a part of him that wanted to pull away, retract his hand, and give her a cold shoulder, but he didn't stop her. He watched as she kissed his injured fingers and rested her cheek in his palm. He didn't know if he should feel honored that Evelyn kept coming back to him or if he should feel sorry for her. Perhaps a bit of both. She only liked him for the person she thought he was. He might have shown her fragments, but they were mere glimpses. When the facade truly falls, she'll be gone.

He was the type of person to hold tight to grudges. He was still sore and hurt, but with every soft word she spoke or tender touch Sylas found his callused walls softening. While he was no stranger to having women wrapped around his finger, everything about this dynamic was new and often left him on unsure footing. His life was full of hatred or tough love, with little love. This almost unconditional caring was uncharted territory. It was selfish, but he was going to enjoy it while it lasted... It was only a matter of time...

"We should get some rest," he said quietly, his voice finally breaking the silence. Since they had been sitting for awhile, his body really started to protest showing how exhausted he really was. And even with fresh pajamas, Sylas was still freezing. His mind was so busy, he hadn't realized until that moment that he was shivering.

Slowly, and gingerly, Sylas pulled the pajama shirt on to try and warm himself. Knowing his hands wouldn't cooperate, Sylas didn't even attempt the buttons. He groaned and huffed as he adjusted and laid back on his cot. Everything was sore. He felt like he was hit by a train and desperately desired to sleep for two days straight. Once he was comfortable, or as comfortable as he could be, he looked up at Evelyn. He shifted to side slightly and held out an arm. There wasn't much room and he doubted they'd get much relief crammed together on a single cot, but the offer was there.

It wasn't exactly forgiveness but it was something. Evelyn twitched up a small smile and while logic was the typical winner, she shuffled onto the cot with Sylas and into his arm. She'd stay like this, at least for a while. Given her personal fatigue and exhaustion and reluctant admittance of the odd comforting sensation of resting against Sylas, her eyes got heavier. “Let me know if I can do anything,” she said wearily before sleep quickly took her.

She was sure Sylas would have no issues in waking her to move if he found anything too uncomfortable or creep away himself. The same applied to her and her wounds. But for now rest was most blissful.

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Sylas Astor

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

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