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"Being underestimated is a strength not a weakness. Remember that."
- wesley preston

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

a g e x // xtwenty two

g e n d e r x // xmale

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

o r i g i n x // xbeverly hills, california

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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

D E C O R U S

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

w e i g h t x // x185 lbs

h a i r x // xWes has short dirty blonde hair that is usually spiked in some sort of manor. On most occasions he has a 5 o'clock shadow, never being a fan of the clean shaved look or a full on beard.

e y e s x // xWes' eyes are what he's most known for. They're a brilliant green, like emeralds. Captivating and striking. Surprisingly enough, he got those from his father and not Aphrodite.

o d d i t i e s x // xBefore coming to the camp, it could be said that Wes was without flaw from head to toe. But his first year came with many curveballs. The worst claiming his right arm. He does also have a few scars from the bumps they encountered at the camp, but nothing more noticeable than the absence of his right arm. But unlike many who would receive this blow, Wes laughs in the face of his own disability and refuses to let it cripple him.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xWes is not what is expected of a son of Aphrodite. For some reasons everyone assumes it'll be some pretty boy with polos and coiffed hair. Wes is almost always in a leather jacket and jeans. He looks like the boy that all the father's warn their daughters about. Tall, well fit in every way with a smile that could kill. He doesn't have to try to look attractive or seduce, it's just part of his natural charm and aura. The boy next door with bad boy charisma. It's been said his attractiveness appeals to everyone in different ways, almost morphing slightly to appeal to each person in a unique way. The worst part being, he's oblivious to most of his appeal. His innocence and naivety making him that much more magnetic.

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I N G E N I U M
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a p p e a r a n c e x m o r p h i n g x // x Aphrodite children can dramatically change their appearance, although Wes has no strength in this ability.

c u p i d x // x He has the ability to make people fall in love. Wes refuses to use this on another unless as part of a battle strategy.

s e x u a l x d e s i r e x // x Wes also can control the sexual urges and desires, but similarly to making others fall in love, he doesn't use it on others for personal gain.

F O R T I T U D O
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m u l t i l i n g u a l x // x Like all other children of Aphrodite, Wes can speak all romance languages. His favorite being French, but he barely uses it.

a l l u r i n g x // x To anyone, Wes always comes off attractive, magnetic and captivating. Be it pheromones, appearance or his silver tongue.

s i l v e r x t o n g u e x // x Wes has a way with his words, that even with enough focus can persuade others to do what he desires.

I N F I R M I T A T E
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p h y s i c a l x c o m b a t x // x Wes has never been much of a fighter, he may be physically strong and in shape, but he isn't much of a fighter. Over the past year he has been training to compensate for his right arm but can just barely hold his own.

l y i n g x // x He doesn't lie well, particularly because he hates lying.

s e l f l e s s x // x When it comes to others, Wes tends to put himself last. This can get him in sticky situations or even risk his life.

M E T U M
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l o s i n g x l o v e d x o n e s x // x Wes cares and loves deeply, so the thought of losing anyone close to him is terrifying which is part of the reason for his selflessness.

h e a r t x b r e a k x // x After all, he is human. His heart is fragile. He's had it broken once before... And doesn't want it to happen again.

l o n e l i n e s s x // x He's never been one to like being alone. The thought of going through life, just himself, scares him... Although he'e never admit it.

One thing that could be said about Wes is that he has a big heart. This wouldn’t have been muttered when he first came to camp a year ago. He was the textbook definition of a womanizing piece of shit. But between the friendships he made at camp, he went through a complete change of character. He is a big muscley teddy bear, that wears his heart on his sleeve. He goes out of his way to do for others. Being borderline too selfless for his own good. Maybe if he wasn’t he’d still have his arm… But he doesn’t resent it, because his loss helped in what little way he could.

But, he is a son of Aphrodite. Although he is much humbler now… Or, as humble as an Aphrodite kid can be. He knows he’s attractive, but doesn’t necessarily flaunt it. His cockiness comes more from a very strong sense of self-esteem. There are very few things that he can pride himself on, but that doesn’t mean he’ll still won’t talk like he’s the best. Confidence is key. Maybe one day of telling himself and everyone else that he can do something, eventually he’ll be able to.

Shyness is not an option for Wes… Ever. He is the life of the party. His bubbly, magnetic personality makes it easy for him to eb and flow with people. Socializing comes easy to him, even if it is a deep emotional topic or expressing his feelings, Wes doesn’t give a second though to expressing himself. Sometimes that’s not always a good thing, but he’s never been one to try to be anything than his true authentic self.

It’s pretty funny how brave Wes is, when the odds are always against him. He’s not much of a fighter, doesn’t know much combat… But that wouldn’t stop him from charging into battle to protect those he loves. He’s brave to a reckless degree. That’s how he lost his arm. Blind bravery. In most cases a trait like that can be a positive… Only when you have the power to back it up. If his stupidity can save lives, then head first he goes right into it.

H I S T O R I A R U M

Growing up in the 90210, Wesley always had whatever he could desire at the tips of his fingers. And to most that was always their dream to grow up with tons of money and parents who didn't seem to give 2 shits about what he did. Scratch that... parent. His father, Jacob Preston, was one of the most sought-after defense attorneys in the nation. Jacob could make serial killers come up as innocent in court. The made him a high demand lawyer, with a substantial amount of income. Being a lawyer, his dad was always very distant and cold towards Wes, leaving him to be raised by nannies and maids due to the absence of his mother.

Ever since he was little, Wes always had a knack for getting into trouble because it always seemed to be the only way to get his father's attention. On a regular basis he would skip classes to go meet up with girls or cause trouble throughout the town. By age 16 he had been arrested twice and every cop in the district knew his name. But Wes didn't mind the attention, in fact he loved it whenever all eyes were on him. His new bad boy reputation also made him begin to get even more affection from the ladies… Compared the large amount he was already getting when he still dressed in the expensive clothes his father bought him. Wesley would be rather wearing a leather jacket, and a pair of torn jeans, driving an old model car or motorcycle, instead of the $1000 suits and Mercedes his father tried to buy him.

Although Wesley was a very intelligent kid in school, he ended up flunking out due to his numerous absences and his lack of attention or discipline. When his father found out that Wes wasn't going to be able to go to Yale like he did, he was furious. He no longer wanted his son in his house hold let alone anywhere near him. So, Jacob finally decided to sit Wes done and tell him the true story about his mother. Obviously, Wesley did not believe a single thing his father said, until Aphrodite herself appeared in their living room.

She said that she had been trying since Wes was a kid to get his father to send him to the camp where he would be "safe." Since his father no longer wanted anything to do with him, Aphrodite took the opportunity when she could. It was apparent that his parents no longer got along, but as to the history that passed between them, Wesley would never find out. All he could tell was that his father had been keeping him from his mom all these years, and even though Wes felt a little old to be going to a camp. He accepted the opportunity to get away from his ungrateful dad and possibly one day get to know his mother better.

As if his life wasn’t already being flipped upside down, everything changed when he came to camp. For the first time in Wes’ life, it was just about him. He didn’t have to fight to get attention, because everyone there was special in their own way. He had friends… People always either wanted in his wallet or pants, never taking the chance to get to know the man beneath. He finally knew what it was like to be wanted somewhere… And it changed everything about him. His prerogative changed from selfish to selfless, and his narcissistic shell faded to a compassionate teddy bear. Fighting hydras, a hopeless crush and losing his arm… he never felt more at home.

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So begins...

Wesley Preston's Story

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#2023-02-02 21:04:13, as written by Zodia195

Heath Taylor ~ Athena ~ #808000
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Iliana Remington-Taylor ~
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Penelope Givens ~ Hermes ~ #483D8BHeath ended up crashing near the armory. He couldn't help but curse again in pain. What a way to start the day, even though it was still in the middle of the night. Heath was hurting all over and he was sure his clothes were a bit tattered. He lost his flashlight too. It was a miracle he survived though. He just hoped Ethan and Iliana were okay. Carefully he moved his hands over his body. Sure, enough he could feel some tears in his clothing, but they would still be there at least. Also, he didn't appear to be suffering from any major injuries. He didn't black out either so no concussion, but his head hurt like hell and he no doubt be sore the next few days. Carefully he got up into a seating position and looked around. It was still foggy outside and he saw the armory. It was then he heard a growl. Definitely not a good sign. Staggering to his feet, he headed inside of the armory. He had no skill in fighting, but better to be armed than to have nothing. He grabbed a spear, shield, short sword, and a rope for good measure. He grabbed a sheath to put around his waist and put his short sword in. All of the while the roaring got closer, and the ground began shaking again.

Suddenly something large and monstrous crashed through the door. There was enough light for Heath to see it was a huge boar. He knew in Greek Myths there were such beasts. One faced by Heracles and the other target of a hunt. Which one would this be? He had huge tusks and eyes that seemed to burn like fire. One thing was for sure, Heath had to get out of this situation fast for being in an enclosed environment with something this big was not good. Suddenly the boar roared and emitted lightning at Heath, and he barely dodged out of the way. Well, he had his answer, this was the Calydonian Boar that was hunted by Greek heroes. Before he could think of a strategy, the beast charged at him this time and Heath only had time to bring his shield up, and it crashed into him, launching him across the room, causing him to hit a nearby wall. The hit caused him to drop his spear. Heath groaned in pain and saw the beast was going to charge at him again. He had to hit him in a vulnerable area. It dawned on him there. Picking up the spear, he waited for the boar to run. The beast took off and Heath waited for the perfect moment before at the last minute he thrusted the boar in one of its eyes. The beast roared in pain and Heath was surprised to not see any blood. Was this not real? It felt real. However now was not the time to contemplate that for the beast started bucking to try and get the spear out of it's eye for it was in deep. Heath tried attacking it with his sword, but it's hide was too tough to pierce through. Now what? Maybe his underside was softer? But how could he reach it with the boar moving so quickly. And idea entered his head and it was crazy, but it was the only thing he could think of. Taking his rope, ran at the beast and managed grab ahold of him and he hoisted himself on top. The boar started bucking in earnest, even spouting electricity again, but it didn't hit him thankfully. He held onto the beast hide for dear life as the beast took off running out of the armory, all of the while trying to buck Heath off, but his adrenaline had kicked in so he didn't dare let go.

Suddenly, Heath looked up and saw two figures. It was hard to make them out, but the boar must have seen them for he started heading in their direction. Oh shoot, this wasn't good. Heath saw that the spear he used was within reach. Thinking fast, Heath took his short sword and with all of hit might, thrusted into the beast's other eye. This caused the boar to stop, but it bucked hard enough to finally throw Heath off of its back, launching him towards the two figures, who just happened to be Trinity and Wes.

Iliana's landing wasn't nearly as 'smoothing' as Heath or Ethan's. For one thing, she ended up hitting the side of a cabin. The impact knocked her out for a few minutes. Eventually she came to, but she felt pretty ill and drained. What the guys didn't know was in the brief time they were in the tornado, Iliana had tried controlling it, but was unable to. However, she was able to keep major debris from hitting them all. It just zapped her of her energy more. Taking deep breaths, she tried to figure out where she was. She felt her head as she tried getting up and definitely felt a bump on the back of it. It was then she heard thumping noises as the ground shook a bit. Terrified, Iliana slowly moved to see a few large trees by the cabin. She hid in a shadowy area and tried to stay calm but her heartbeat picked up and she shaked like a leaf. She heard breathing noises as something sniffed. Suddenly the shadow she was occupying got darker and she looked up to see a large hand reaching for her. She screamed in terror as the hand got her.

Immediately she panicked trying to get out in vain and saw she was in the clutches of a giant that was twice the size of two story cabin. Instantly it started pouring rain due to her emotions going crazy. The giant started squeezing her slowly and she screamed in pain now. In her panic state, huge roots from nearby trees burst out of the ground to wrap around the Giant's ankles. It struggled against him, all the while the pouring rain made the ground slippery, and the huge thing tripped falling forward towards the cabin. When he crashed on top of it, he lost his grip of on Iliana and she fell to the ground. Even though she was hurting even more, her fear drove her to stagger up and tried getting away, even though her knee was killing her. The rain had slowed down though.

Nelly had been woken up when the ground started shaking. Sure she could sleep in any environment, but she wasn't a heavy sleeper. However she felt back asleep shortly, only to hear a noise coming from her roof. Now what? Annoyed, she tried falling back asleep, only to hear another noise, this time from the wall of her cabin. Annoyed and still half asleep, Nelly got out of bed, not hearing the slithering noises coming from her bathroom.

She opens the door to see a banged-up Fiona.

"What?" she asked, her voice groggy.

”Sorry, to drop by unannounced,” Fiona replied, trying to make light of the situation, it seemed.

Her own head clearing, Nelly was quick to notice the condition of her shoulder and pointed it out. What happened next was something she didn't expect for Fiona threw herself at the doorframe. The act seemed to do the trip and fixed her shoulder, but not without pain. Nelly was impressed for she had dislocated her shoulder once as a kid.

"Damn girl, you're hardcore. Come on in and you can tell me what happened. I guess I better get dressed,” she said before helping Fiona up and heading for her bedroom.

Fiona talked about what happened as she sat on Nelly's bed before laying down and falling asleep. By this time Nelly threw on some casual clothing as well as socks and shoes. Talk about crazy! It was baffling too on why this was happening. This camp was supposed to be safe right? Wanting some coffee, Nelly went into the kitchen, she started brewing some coffee and made sure to get an extra mug for Fiona. She hoped the women liked it strong for it looked like she would need it. When the coffee was ready, she took both mugs into her room, only to gap at the site before her. There at the foot of her bed, hovering over a sleeping Fiona was a huge snake, bigger than anything she had seen.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" Nelly complained. Without thinking she threw both mugs of hot coffee at the beast and it hollered in pain as it hit its eyes directly.

It instantly spitted at Nelly and she dodged to see it hit the floor behind it. It's spit was acidic as it created a hole in the ground. Nelly knew of poisonous snakes that spitted their venom, but never acidic. Wanting to get Fiona out of danger, Nelly ended up using her super speed to rush past the snake, grab the sleeping red-head, hefted her over one of her shoulders, and try sprinting for the door, only for snake to snap at her again, biting into her other shoulder. The pain was indescribable, but Nelly kept rushing at top speed and the creature couldn't hold on long enough to inject venom into her, but it tear at her skin as she detached herself from it.

Nelly ran far from her house, but quickly ran out of speed and dropped to the ground, dropping Fiona in the process as she grasped her shoulder. She may have super speed, but she didn't have the endurance to keep it up. Despite her shoulder killing her, she knew she had to wrap it up. She would find Cherise later to get it checked out for she didn't know how much damage she sustain. However she needed help. Looking at Fiona, she tried shaking her awake.

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#2023-03-28 11:46:57, as written by xNocturnax

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Wes was strong and she appreciated the shield his body served, but she didn't think she liked him so exposed still and not having her hands free and what if the danger wasn't over. Somewhere along the lines, Trinity dropped to her own two feet again but stayed incredibly close to Wes.

Preoccupied looking every which direction waiting for some other natural disaster to finish her and sticking to Wes to protect her vulnerability - Trinity only just sidestepped the flying or rather falling demigod behind Wes’s back, that crashed at their feet pretty hard. “Heath?” she asked peering over Wes's shoulder confused. Of all demigods, he wasn’t one that she imagined got into a brawl. Much more based on parentage, one he couldn’t win.

But soon enough the cause revealed itself as a wild massive boar that bucked and squealed madly with two blades in its eyes. Through its thrashing, it managed to jar one loose, weapon clattering to the ground. Like a switch, her worry about her nudity suddenly didn't exist.

Straight out of something from a horror, it suddenly stopped thrashing about, snapping its head in their direction even when blind, and what started as a simple spark pulsing along its tusks rapidly grew to lightning emitting from the beast forking out in several directions. She pushed the demigods apart out of its strikes, the light and power literally flashing before her eyes. The boar charged, covering distance faster than anticipated for an oversized animal. Trinity was just able to plant her feet and grab its tusks for brace and tried to fight the oncoming weight and momentum, digging up the ground, but it still forced her back a couple of steps until she lost her footing and the creature was able to ram her into a tree. It tilted its head side to side knowing its victim was right in front of it, wanting to slice her open. She was able to swivel and dodge the tusks only just, then it lurched in such a way it bit her with incredible force. “Oww!” she growled. She pushed the handle of the existing dagger deeper into its eye socket making it squeal again. It jerked its head, grazing her arm but she couldn’t let up.

She yanked the tusks with all her might until the pig flopped on its side. She summoned a blade to plunge into its heart but it kicked out knocking her aim off, grazing its underside instead and scrambled back to its feet. But with no blood...why was there no blood.

Too thrown by this new attribute, Trinity was caught in a crouch, frozen. She had to freeze, being level and face to face with the mighty boar less she want a tusk to impale her. She was so close could feel the warm breath of the beast on her. Which likely meant it could feel the same or smell her. She watched its nose twitch and pitless sockets, sure it would be staring at her if its eyes weren't damaged. Trinity braced for the worse, expecting it to erupt into a charge at any moment.

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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.

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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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#2023-05-31 06:18:04, as written by SparxALot

xxxxxxLochlan Carmichael

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He would’ve argued with Sloane with 101 retorts if he had the breath and his leg wasn’t on fire. It wasn’t a possessive rescue, it was a…slightly more motivated rescue, granted, but he probably would’ve aided anyone circled by strange vulture monsters while struggling in the middle of the ocean.

But with the classic need to have the last word and bite, Lochlan gave an insincere, "You're welcome." as she all but wandered off. He scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. If she could afford to pick and choose her rescuers, then let her be retaken by an ugly bird or drown at sea. Time with Sylas must've turned her arrogant.

Lochlan stood there, the only peaceful corner of camp for the moment, away from all the carnage and chaos and ego-d up exes and just processed...or certainly tried. He could probably never really make sense of it all, but what he could do was decide what kind of guy he wanted to be here. Where did he fit in? If the world was going to spit on him and be injust, why not return the favor? Even roided angry horses were out to get him and Blair... "Blair!" He spun around and hurried back the way he came. Lochlan doubted she'd be exactly where he left her, but he did know that the more civilised built up areas were in that vague of direction.

He was limping by a cabin and before he could feel relief that he was nearing others and potentially his sister, a giant snake burst out of the cabin, darting in front of him, only put off by the debris it caused smashing through. It quickly coiled up into a strike position then lashed out. Once, twice, where Lochlan was lucky to avoid the jaws of the beast narrowly, literally diving out of the way and then rolling for the next. With no weapon in hand and doubt his poison would do anything, he was forced on the defence as the snake only had eyes for him. Lochlan caught movement behind the creature of at least two figures a decent distance away...but not impossible...he looked between the snake's flickering tongue and potential help, almost daring one another to make the first move. Lochlan twisted into shadow and made a beeline for the demigods and while he should've been obscured, the snake sensed his heat and movement and slithered after him..and gained quickly. As the son of Hera got nearer to potential aid, he thought he recognized the demigods. The daughter of Ares and boyfriend. Not caring for their own strife, this would be perfect given he could get to them in time.

The snake was faster, stronger, had heightened senses and all the predator attributes that made Lochlan the mouse in this situation. The beast lunged and snapped at his mid section, where Lochlan lifted his arm and threw his hip out of the way. The fangs hooked on some clothing causing the startle and physical force to expel the darkness away and make him appear again. He could feel dull heat and heard a low hiss that didn't belong to the snake and he promptly tore away the fragment of his shirt it had to watch the material disintegrate.

By then the snake had realigned, coming from the left, forcing Lochlan away from the help. "T-!" he tried to holler, but was cut off by another brisk strike appearing beside his head. He ducked into a cabin. More objects to slow the snake than try to outrun it in a field...he hoped anyway.

The snake struck out and Lochlan used a chair as a barrier. The snake wriggled uncomfortably with its uhinged jaw and furniture in mouth.

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#2023-10-01 05:40:55, as written by xNocturnax

xxxxxxxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E

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“Over here ugly!” Wes hollered at the pig, diverting its attention to him.

Trinity dove for it, knowing it would charge and swiped at air, meeting the ground. She even made a desperate second lunge for its tail or hoof, or whatever she could grasp at but to no avail, the creature far swifter for its size than anticipated. “Shit!” Trinity punched at the ground in frustration but laying there she also found she was sore, sustained more cuts and bruises than she thought and felt, and her muscles were turning stubborn.

When she pushed herself up to her knees, she saw the boar and Wes entangled in an almost bizarre and wild wrestle for control, and for a moment it looked like anyone could end up on top, but when Wes wrapped his mechanical arm around the pig, slight relief washed over Trinity. But it was short-lived as sparks began to run along its tusks.

“Wes, let go!” she told him. She propelled herself up too fast, catching on a root and collapsing back to her knees. Whether he was stubborn and decided or couldn't hear her over their intense tussle and the pig's squeals, Trinity watched volts course through Wes, his veins bulging, his skin frying all the while he maintained his iron grip and gave the final force to snap the boar's head back. He jumped up briskly and discarded the scorched mechanical arm while she lowered her head and sighed out.

He was on her in a heartbeat almost startling her. “Are you ok?”

She climbed to her feet properly with his help, torn between biting his head off for being an idiot or biting back and being nice. The night had been a lot already for many campers. “I'm good bu-”

Wes didn't let the subject shift on him, or even her eyes really to give him a once over, quickly changing to the next matter at hand. “You need clothes. Wait here.”

Well...he was just lucky it was valid and half important. She slowly folded her arms over her bare chest protectively, the chill of the night hitting her skin and her vulnerable state rising to the surface and priority list once again. He wasn't gone that long but what was realistically seconds felt like some long agonizing minutes drifting by, Trinity standing there alone in the middle of the night half starkers, glancing over her shoulder and every which direction.

He returned handing her some clothes. “Put this on.” Happy to oblige she shimmied out of his boxers to put the new clothes on while he got some cover on his privates back.

“Ok,” he said next. With a moment's thought he carried on, “We need to get you to the infirmary before that gets infected.” Wes had entered boss mode and no-nonsense giving further directions for them and took her hand and led the way without awaiting a reply. Clearly it wasn't up for discussion.

Figuring it to be easiest and in no mood to be hard on Wes after what he did, she obediently let him lead hand in hand. “It's fine,” she said, as if she had been bitten by a boar and treated a hundred times before with no problems. Trinity squeezed on his hand. This night was...a bit beyond a coincidence and now costly. “You know I'd blame Daniel but I don't think he can conjure earthquakes.” Rather than converse and try to make sense of the hectic night, Wes started to slow and released her hand, while Trinity winced slighlty as she wandered a couple steps ahead, thinking she had said the wrong thing and reminded him of his ruined cabin.

“Go... I'll be right behind you.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, where she could finally see the state he was in, the injury he sustained and the blood seeping down his leg. Trinity's lips tightened before she walked back to his side and ducked under his arm slinging it over her shoulders. Of course a part of her wanted to scold him - now for lying and putting himself second, but that wouldn't be doing anyone any favors. “I'd rather you beside me right now. Plus, we've watched enough horrors to know the rules.”

She walked at whatever limping pace Wes could manage, even if it became just one foot after the other. Trinity kept side glancing at him. “Make sure you tell me if you need to rest.”

Somebody shouted out something abrupt and incoherent but panicked. Trinity snapped her head in that direction to see a demigod and giant snake hot on his heels. “Protect me” echoed in her mind. An instinct came over her and she knew she needed to help...but another pull was to Wes to the point she physically crossed ankles and stumbled in her two mind sets.

Her lips twisted almost like she was in pain, until she succumbed to the demand in her head. “All right, we’re pulling over.” Trinity leant him against a tree. “I'll be right back, I promise.” She couldn't promise him enough. She looked him over one last time, even looking around the camp for some last glint of hope, someone to shield him or transport him. She would tell him to stay but if moving was the right idea during this invasion then by all means, don't stay in the one spot. She gave him a quick kiss and all but tore herself away from him.

She saw the last of the predator’s tail disappear into a cabin and pursued it. Inside, the cabin was tipped upside down and the snake was writhing, for a split second she thought she was too late but...it wasn't devouring, it seemed stuck. She conjured a blade, eyeing its strong body, having to get to the mid section at least. She took one step, heard the snap of wood that she mistook for under her, its wriggling body bumped her foot and, then the snake whipped around quick as lightning, jaws wide open for her. She sidestepped and sliced up at it..at least she should have sliced it but she was off balance and the snake reared up for another strike. The other demigod pierced it, its whole body suddenly changing aim for him, knocking Trinity aside and disarming her as it rushed at the one she needed to protect. Without losing a beat, Trinity picked up her sword and swiped at it, cutting deep but not decapitating. Sick of the to’ing and fro’ing it resulted to hurl a bile of acid at Lochlan and wrapped Trinity up in a blink. It clenched its enormous body and muscles and squeezed tightly, coiling all around her, and it seemed the more she struggled the harder it squeezed. Soon the head reappeared in the cluster of scales and floorboards that she could see. She couldn’t suck in enough air, she couldn’t move her body and she quickly grew on the verge of seeing spots, but the one thing she did was never lose grip on her sword and point it forward…if it took her it was going to swallow some steel as well. It made the final lunge – then she was released with nothing but ash clouded around her. She wheezed, taking in huge and grateful gulps of air. She didn’t feel impact, and her eyes sought out the only other witness to see if it was some trick of the creatures or perhaps he defeated it.

Without a word to him, she got to her feet with a groan that ought to be stifled and left the turned cabin. She left Wes. How could she do that? She was…satisfied in completing her task of protecting Lochlan – it would’ve been impossible not to, but at the same time, he shouldn’t have been prioritized over Wes who was in quite a state. Trinity was confused. Even as Andy's voice rang out from the intercoms, it didn't snap her out of her funk. She heard it all but as background noise. What was she thinking? Wes was the priority.

When she caught up with him, she hugged him, tainted with extra concern as the med hut was ruined. But if all the demigods gathered in the arena, maybe he could get some help with the children of Apollo. She nuzzled into him with furrowed brows. “I don't know what I was doing.” She would never leave Wes...and that's when it hit. They probably had another serpent among them. Trinity huffed out her frustration, putting it aside for now until everyone got better. For now they weren't even sure how many demigods were injured or deceased.

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#2023-10-15 21:49:54, as written by mjolnir

sylas astor
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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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#2023-10-23 06:20:30, as written by SparxALot

xxxxxxDuke Loycen

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Hardly able to score a break or even a clear mind, at first getting seduced and almost succumbed by forest nymphs, some more aggressive nature' tendrils grabbed him next and yanked him back. The vines clamped around him securely, assuring he couldn't pry free or make an escape, the vines so thick and sturdy he couldn't even call upon fire or heat to penetrate them as it pulled him to the centrepiece of power. A Leshen. An otherwise fascinating creature with great power, he might've admired if it didn't have Duke and the others, he quickly came to realize, in its grasp. But it lost some speed and focus on Duke as the vines slowed crawling up his face thankfully.

Blair made an order and with what reach he could offer, he touched the others and they all crumpled to the ground. But the Leshen was hardly a fan of being outsmarted and outmaneuvered. Duke merely opened his palm before some vines snapped them up straight away and wrapped around him again, hoisting him up. It quickly secured Nick and Rae too. He watched it grab Blair to face height and screech at her. It seemed the more he struggled the tighter it coiled around him to suffocate him, and he wondered briefly how the others fared against such a force before the simple need to breathe consumed him and his vision got littered with spots.

Duke was just conscious enough to feel it drop them in a heap with an extra little thud on top of him. He braced a hand carefully on the weight on top of him, in case she missed there was a person under her. "What happened?" Nick got his bearings first and started helping the others up which in turn led to Blair helping him up as Andys announcement came through. He nodded his thanks to her and dusted himself off for whatever good it was worth. Duke didn't have any specific answers and it appeared neither did Andy but she offered a decent solution to the aftermath.

"Not sure. All I know is that we are going to get the fuck out of here and stay together." He doubted anyone needed to be told but he supposed it didn't hurt to be said in case anyone was feeling deluded.

The trudge to the arena was silent. Not that anyone could be blamed and not that it didn't suit him but he expected theories, hopes, remarks on how truly warped this place was. It painted itself as a haven to grow and evolve as a demi being - at least that's the pitch he got, not be infiltrated commonly by monsters and disasters and be forced to fight for your life.

They only parted once they reached the arena. Duke paused as Rae drifted to a downed Andy, Nick wandered about, helping here and there and Blair turned into a meerkat searching for something...someone. He frowned watching her anxiety grow and hope die. He had half a mind to let her be. She'd find out if whoever it was made it or not soon enough plus she was independent and smart..and now wound up so he'd likely get his head bit off for talking to her...but it was like watching someone suffer. Duke approached her against most factors saying not to. "Can I help?" And like that, it was too late. Duke cringed slightly for setting his foot in it but pretty quickly looked at her with his normal brood if not slightly tinted with concern.

xxxxxxLochlan Carmichael

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It worked. Whether it was his general hollering for help or his powers, it worked and thank god it did because the snake's force combined with its acid was gradually yet surely breaking the chair lodged in its daunting mouth. The monster spun so abruptly for the other demigod its oversized body shoved Lochlan against the kitchen counter and knocked over, otherwise crushed chairs and tables that sufficed for a dining room that got in the way. The thing was ruthless and before it could make a quick meal of his saviour, Lochlan grasped a broken leg chair nearby and plunged it into the beast's scaly skin. He lifted his makeshift weapon for another strike but the glorified reptile was quick to rebut. The snake's body pushed up against him making him fall and his eyes widened at the brief glimpse of double his sized massive jaws and fangs propelling towards him.
He tried to scoot backward but there was nowhere to go with the counter at his back.

Spared a grim fate again, the creature didn't devour him. It hissed and rattled as Trinity hacked into it in one swipe stopping its momentum. In the quickest moment, time seemed to actually still like the snake was contemplating something. Then the cabin burst into action all at once, breaking out speeds of 0-100. Green acid hurled from the snakes mouth at Lochlan. He scurried out the way, clearing most of it but droplets splashed his back and started to sting vaguely then rapidly grew to a mighty burn. He arched his back on all fours "Argh!"

Through his pain, he saw the blonde all coiled up and the snake's head lower to her to begin the digestion. Lochlan crawled forward unarmed, unprepared, not knowing what was coming over him or what he was going to do. It struck forward,"No!" Lochlan held out an arm as its gaping jaw went over steel, then it turned to ash around her. Harmless...ash.

Her eyes sought him out questioning what happened, the two as clueless as each other in truth but Lochlan managed to summon a nod. Why and how it happened he didn't know, but they were safe for the moment and that was something. She didn't have any words for him, instead she got up with a groan, rising to her feet and that moment of safety left Lochlan. But rather than hostile she was mainly confused, like coming out of a certain trance. "Thank you," he said to her while she left the building.

Lochlan breathed a sigh of relief and used the wall for a brace to get up slowly. He used what sturdy and in tact objects he could to manoeuvre out of the cabin in time for the PA to reach him. Lochlan still gave a last glance back into the cabin as if confirming it was over for himself. Satisfied, he resumed the awkward leg and back on fire walk to the arena. Along the way, he found a passed out Wes and frazzled Trinity. He wanted to keep slowly making his way to the arena for someone to fix him but after what she did for him…It might’ve been better to insure things past his powers. Besides, he really was grateful. Forgetting what her spawn were entirely capable of strength wise, Lochlan approached. "You need a hand carrying him?"

He winced as a painful reminder shot up his leg, unsure how he was going to carry or brace someone else’s weight when he could barely do his own. But, he owed her something. "Look we’re heading in same direction anyway."

He tried to make himself as helpful as possible, only with her consent on how to transport the other male if at all. Otherwise, he just travelled alongside them. The threats of the night were over…supposedly…but after tonight...numbers seemed to be the best way to travel.

In the arena bodies already bustled about with tents lined up. There he saw how much hell other’s nights had been which oddly brought him comfort in a way. And if everyone was meeting here, it meant he’d likely see his sister here too. Lochlan looked at the conscious blonde. "You two okay from here? " He hoped so because he was itching to look for Blair.

Before he was gone with the wind or…imagined that’s how fast he wanted to take off. "Thank you," he said once more and sought her eyes. "Really, thank you. "

Then he looked for his sister. He was busy scanning the crowds before his eyes drifted to the stands then Lochlan eventually saw her there with a guy but of course she had to be in the most painful place. Lochlan sighed out his nose. He was so not going to her, she could come to him. He waved a hand in the air in hopes of gaining her attention then gestured for her to come down.

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#2024-02-21 04:22:35, as written by xNocturnax

xxxxxxxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E

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“Yeah... I was content letting him get eaten,” Wes said.

Trinity smiled and dared to take some assurance in Wesley’s humour, her chest lifting in alleviation but as they tried to rise and get him back on his feet, Wes didn’t look well. “Son of a—” was all he managed before toppling over.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Trinity scrambled to readjust her hold and balance his now deadweight without him hitting the ground, and even with a mechanical limb short, he was…well double her size and she was stupidly relaxed. She peered over his shoulder and sighed out. “It's okay. I got you.” With Wes was unconscious, the assurance was more self-serving and she needed it.

“You need a hand carrying him?” That frustrating familiar voice.

Trinity sent a cold look up at him. Over her dead body. Not to mention Wes didn't even like the guy.

“Look we’re heading in same direction anyway.” Lochlan added.

Trinity's hold and death stare remained perfectly in place. “I'll do it myself.” She wasn't letting a guy she didn't trust so much as touch Wesley. Out of raw defiance and stubbornness, Trinity tried to carry, drag, even craft a makeshift stretcher to transport Wes' body on and partially succeeded every few steps before switching methods or retrying something but it was just so fucking awkward on her lonesome.

Trinity huffed and stood upright, rubbing her forehead. With great difficulty, and Wes would have to forgive her, she addressed Lochlan. “Okay, yeah, I could use some help.” The sooner they got some medical treatment, the better. Looking Lochlan over as he approached, the same probably applied for him.
Lochlan did the wise thing of keeping it a quiet journey and being obedient to her directions on how to handle Wes. She only hoped, kind of for both their sakes, he didn’t wake mid-transport and kick out at Lochlan. It would be funny, just not ideal.

Together, they managed to haul Wes to the arena. Almost at the very threshold, Lochlan found his voice again. “You two okay from here? ”

She could see he was keen to go and without care for his reason, Trinity gave a curt nod and waved him off. Lochlan left Wes solely in her care and arms again. A little “oof” escaped her, wrapping her arms around his mid section, once his full weight fell back on her. “Thank you. Really, thank you.” He offered where Trinity sooner expected him to pace off. He even made a point to catch her eye.

Maybe he was being somewhat sincere. Trinity just nodded at him again. She couldn’t say you’re welcome or thank you back but she could say his genuine thanks was received.

She sighed out and managed to log Wes along to the closest unoccupied tent and shift him on a cot. But nursing, no matter how many wounds she had afflicted over time, was not her forte. Trinity gnawed on her lip anxiously and started applying pressure to his wound to stop or at least slow the bleeding some...so he didn't bleed out and faint like already had. She glanced at the cart seeing a range of medical supplies but it was all meaningless if you didn't know what you were doing or where to begin. She just hoped a child of Apollo or a qualified nurse was doing the rounds.

But hope was another thing she didn't like to depend on. “Come on. You need to wake up and give me directions,” she muttered to Wes. She cupped his head so he didn’t startle that someone had their hands up by his thigh. That said, she had to get on top of her own wound too. She grimaced and swapped hands, one hand cradling her boar bite and one over Wes's wound sitting on the cot by him.

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#2024-03-30 19:27:10, as written by mjolnir

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Blair was so lost searching every new face as it entered the arena that she hadn't noticed someone approaching her.

"Can I help?"

She looked up, a bit startled, even more surprised to find it was Duke, of all people. While their conversation they had the day before might not have got them off on the right foot, the situation was dire enough that neither one of them seemed to harbor any ill will. She sighed and gave a weak smile. "I doubt it... I'm looking for my brother. We got separated in the middle of—" Her hand waved around, motioning generally towards everything.

Her gaze briefly drifted towards Sloane, who hurried through the crowd and out of the arena. While the girls never had bad blood between them, there was a sour taste that remained after how much heartbreak the girl put her brother through. Lochlan would be better off ignoring Sloane and giving her a wide birth. But no. The idiot had to run to save her the second he saw her in trouble and now Blair was the one left waiting and worrying while the beefy Ares boy got the laurels for saving Sloane.

Blair pulled her eyes away to look back over at Duke with a sad smile. "Were you hurt?" she asked while looking him over for any signs of injury. Funny how she chose to fuss over someone else rather than address her bloody shoulder or the scratches she gained from being dragged along the forest floor. It was rare for Blair to be so altruistic but it distracted her... And maybe it helped that Duke was cute.

Before she could say anything else, Blair's gaze drifted toward the entrance in time to see Lochlan limping into view helping carrying a hot, half naked, bleeding guy. Without a word she gasped and half stumbled her way down the stands toward her brother. She barely gave him a moment to brace himself after setting the man down before she pulled him into a tight hug. "Thank the Gods." She had half a mind to scold him about him leaving her to chase after Sloane, but even she wasn't a big enough bitch to air that laundry out in front of everyone. It could wait.

In the middle of their hug, something magnetic pulled at Blair, begging her to open her eyes and look down at the unconscious man on the ground. He was gorgeous, like ungodly so. For a brief moment everything around her melted away... Until her gaze fell upon the large gash in his thigh and the blood spilling from it.

"Come on. You need to wake up and give me directions," the worried blonde said as she cupped the guy's head, begging for him to wake up.

Blair's eyes blinked quickly like trying to fight off sleep. She pulled away from her brother and dragged her eyes from the gorgeous guy to look at, what she assumed was, the distressed girlfriend. "He's going to bleed out if we don't close that up..."

Without another word, she left the small group and began looking around. They were in an arena, so there had to be a metal weapon somewhere. She had to search for a bit but eventually found a gladius. Blair hurried back over to the group and plunged the blade into the closest lit brazier. "It'll stop the bleeding, but he isn't going to like it," It wasn't much of a warning but she figured she should tell the girl before burning the shit out of her guy's leg.

Once the blade looked hot enough, Blair quickly knelt down beside them, using her knees to pin the guy's uninjured leg. "I need you to hold him down." It took more self control than she wanted to admit, but she managed to push the leg of his boxers out of the way. She took a deep breath then pressed the hot metal against the large wound.

Wes's eyes immediately snapped open. He screamed out in pain and would have sat up abruptly if he weren't being held down. But even with multiple hands on him, he jerked so much he nearly kneed the brunette. Luckily, she was able to hold the blade in place long enough to cauterize the wound before his thrashing knocked her over.

In other circumstances Blair would have been pissed off, and part of her still was, but she said nothing. She winced slightly, trying not to use her shoulder too much or let it touch the ground as she got up. Back on her feet, she gave Lochlan a gentle tap on the shoulder. "Let's find a tent."

It wasn't until Blair was retreating with her brother that Wes stopped reeling and managed to catch his breath. He groaned as he propped himself up on his elbow. His gaze fell from his missing bionic arm to his burnt, blood covered thigh. "On my way to becoming a cripple," he joked with a weak laugh.

Wes managed to force himself into a sitting position so that his hand was free to graze Trinity's cheek softly. "You ok, Blondie?"

It didn't take long for Blair to stumble upon an unoccupied tent. While sleeping in a cot was definitely not on her list of fun activities, she'd have to settle for it. Lochlan was in no shape to limp his way back to their cabins, and honestly, there was a solid chance that they were no longer standing. As she guided him inside, her eyes drifted back toward the rest of the arena, Duke stood not far from where she left him. She sighed. "Go sit down. I'll be back."

She made her way back over to Duke, placing her hand gently on his forearm to get his attention. "Sorry. You were being nice and I was rude." Blair cleared her throat, apologizing was definitely not something that came easy to her. "Thank you for checking on me." She pointed in the direction of the tent Lochlan was in. "That's our tent if you'd like help... or just someone to talk to." She gave him a lopsided, tired smile. "Promise you can still hate me in the morning."

Without another word Blair wandered back over to their tent. She sighed as she looked over her brother. "Alright, spill... What stupid shit did you do for her?"

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Wesley Preston

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

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