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Camp Athens: The Second Year

Camp Athens

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a part of Camp Athens: The Second Year, by mjolnir.

A training camp for Demigods.

mjolnir holds sovereignty over Camp Athens, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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this rp was originally created by feistydeadlysins and taken over by me. i've restructured some aspects to mirror the percy jackson universe.

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Camp Athens

A training camp for Demigods.

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Camp Athens is a part of Camp Athens: The Second Year.

25 Characters Here

Sylas Astor [42] The Enigma
Wesley Preston [40] The Teddy Bear
Trinity Wallace [38] The Fiery Heart
Sloane Astor [37] The Prodigy
Evelyn Masters [37] The X Factor
Andromeda Bolton [36] The Dauntless
Rae Meadows [34] The Moon
Nicholas Bower [34] The Earthshaker
Mason Hughson [31] The Harbinger
Iliana Remington-Taylor [31] The Empath

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Duke nodded to confirm her question before speaking "Actually, I think it was judgemental, narcassictic and insecure. But Duke is my preferred name."

Fiona tilts her head to the right in agreement before chuckling ”Can always go with Mr. Judgemental if that’s more your liking.” she glances up slyly at Duke and gives him a quick wink with her right eye, while her hair hangs down to obscure her left.

"So did I come across that badly?"

Leaning back a little in her chair she purses her lips for a moment as she mulls over the question ”Pot, kettle, I’d say. The three o’ya were bleeding comical; an’ if you’re a narcissist then that Blair is centre of the gods-damn universe.” She pauses for a moment as she considers what she’s just said, her brows furrowing slightly ”Would that be blasphemy, you think? Or parental abuse, with the whole damning gods an' all that? She stops for a moment as she mulls over the somewhat rhetorical question before making a dismissive ‘pah’ noise and wafting her free hand as if to banish the topic. "Christ, the way she was upset over her 'Dolce & Gabbana' you'd think the world was ending, best o'luck to her if she's ever sleeping in a gutter if that's the worst she's had to worry about." She smiles over at Duke before taking a slow sip of her now very 'irish' coffee.

”How'd you find the duels?” Duke asked her, however the chance to respond is interrupted by the almost miraculous appearance of another girl at their table; giving the distinct impression that it’s occupant is a magnet for girls at the camp.

”Hi, is it okay if I joined you two? I hate eating alone unless I have to. My name is Penelope, but I go by Nelly. I am Hermes's daughter.”

"Duke. Hephaestus."

Fiona turns her body a little to the left so she’s better able to bring Penelope into her line of sight of her good eye, as she follows Duke’s lead in introductions. ”Fiona, and definitely not Dionysus’ kid despite the drinking.” then as if to hammer the point home she salutes the other girl with her flask before going to put it a way in her jacket, but pauses, with her eye flickering between it, Nelly and Duke for a second as she realises something.

”What am I thinking, would either ya like a nightcap? It ain’t poisoned, yet. I promise.” Smiling she proffers her flask to them both while Duke catches the new companion up with their conversation.

"I was just remarking on how well Fiona handled herself in the arena. Wes may not be a typical warrior, but that arm I made him is a blend of the sturdiest metals while offering him the speed and dexterity of his own body's capabilities. In fact it's just a little bit enhanced. Additionally, Wesley is the son of Aphrodite who has a passive attractive aura to him...if he channelled it, it could be a wonder how you would even strike at him."

Though at mention of how well she’d handled herself she felt herself pull inwards ever so slightly as a faint blush tinted her cheeks at the unfamiliar compliment.

”Thanks, he fought well though his heart weren’t really in it. But that trick with the arm was pretty good, excellent craftsmanship obviously. Caught me of guard so it did. But that allure of his, might have ended badly if what was going through my head managed to get out, was certainly… something alright.” She smiled a little to herself as she trailed off, thinking back to the thoughts that had flitted across her brain during those moments where everything had felt like she was pushing through fog.

Nodding towards Duke she spoke up again ”Your fight was a little ‘extreme’, if the screams were anything to go by.” She could feel herself stiffening as she tried to compliment him, but the fire he’d used had been somewhat unnerving even from afar though it was bothering her more thinking back on it than it had at the time.

Probably because I wasn’t sitting less than a few feet away from him at the time she thought to herself.

”Definitely impressive though.” she finished a little lamely, but with a genuine smile as her body relaxed again, and directed her next question towards Penelope instead. ”I don’t think I saw you out in the arena, Nelly. Any idea who you were going to be up against, or what you would have done? I'm wondering what Nick’ll have for us tomorrow.”

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Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Fiona Reynolds
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When Daniel mentioned he came before Andy, Iliana wondered if the two were twins or he was just older. It didn't really matter so she stopped thinking about it. He was probably worried when Andy got hurt by Alex. At least she recovered. Her victory over Nick was proof of that. She briefly thought of the Valises again and hope they were happy in Olympus. Iliana missed Olympus too. For her it felt more like home then Scottland. While she was very appreciated of Heath's family and did love them to an extent, after her experiences with bad humans, she felt she could never fully belong to that world. She was just too different. Being around others like her, even with the bad experiences, she could feel some relief being here now. Iliana also wanted to let her mother know she could talk again, but there was no way for her do that at the moment for she couldn't go to Olympus unless she was allowed to. She got to spend a few days in Olympus after she physically recovered from her kidnapping and her mother watched her like a mother hen and she definitely didn't want to leave her side for sure. She cried when she had to leave and was a bit mad, but she did know her mother was a very busy woman. It was a good thing she did leave for it would eventually lead her to this camp. Still, Iliana hoped one day she'd be able to stay in Olympus permanently like the Valises.

After Nelly let, Iliana suddenly felt awkward. Now what should she do? Oh yeah, look for Lochlan. However that didn't seem to be an issue for soon the man found her. Iliana was a bit surprised when Lochlan arrived and escorted her away.

"You don't need to send messengers you know? I'm approachable and I appreciate you checking on my well-being."

Messengers? Iliana never sent anyone to find Lochlan. She did ask a few people if they had seen him. Could it have been one of them? Probably.

"Um you're welcome. Oh, I did want to apologize for being rude earlier. I was just so shocked because I haven't been able to talk for over a year. Humans hurt me a long time ago and I lost my sanity briefly, so I destroyed my vocal cords. Apollo healed them, but I still couldn't talk until I met you."

Lochlan made a quick comment about her voice sounding better. Iliana was glad it was sounding better. Still there was that lingering question on how she finally found her voice. She couldn't think of an answer so best not to worry about it. She could talk now and that's all that mattered.

Soon they came upon a cabin and there was a piece of paper on the door. Iliana didn't know what was happening, but Lochlan didn't seem too happy about it initially. He seemed to recover though for her turned to her with a smile, but it seemed forced.

"I think I've had enough fuckery for tonight. I'm going to go to my new cabin now and wish you goodnight. You should probably rest soon too."

New cabin? Now Iliana was definitely confused.

"New cabin? Was this your cabin? Why do you need a new cabin? Did . . . someone kick you out? Will you be okay?" she said, worry evident in her eyes.

She might not know what is going on but seeing how rough a day Lochlan seemed to be having made her concern for his well-being.




Nelly was glad she allowed to join the pair. She already knew Duke's name because of the trials (boy did it pay to have a perfect memory), but she didn't know his divine parentage. She should have figured it out though due to his duel with Sloane.

Soon Fiona introduced herself and Nelly was quick to catch the Irish accent. She had loved Ireland when she traveled there with her mother. Her mother was of British and Irish ancestry and as a present for Nelly for her 18th birthday, they took a nice long trip to those two countries. It rained a lot in both places, but that didn't bother the pair. Nelly giggled when Fiona said she wasn't Dionysus's kid though. It made Nelly curious which god she did belong to. Her duel was cool, but it didn't Nelly enough clues to figure out who her divine parent was.

"I was just remarking on how well Fiona handled herself in the arena. Wes may not be a typical warrior, but that arm I made him is a blend of the sturdiest metals while offering him the speed and dexterity of his own body's capabilities. In fact it's just a little bit enhanced. Additionally, Wesley is the son of Aphrodite who has a passive attractive aura to him...if he channeled it, it could be a wonder how you would even strike at him."

Well that explained why Nelly felt weird during that particular duel at one point. She did notice how he hanged around Trinity. That girl scared her for sure. They had a rough start, so Nelly hoped to get on better terms with her. Only time would tell though.

"Thanks, he fought well though his heart weren’t really in it. But that trick with the arm was pretty good, excellent craftsmanship obviously. Caught me of guard so it did. But that allure of his, might have ended badly if what was going through my head managed to get out, was certainly… something alright."

Nelly was tempted to say something, but then Fiona commented on Duke's duel. Extreme was an understatement. If it wasn't for the rules that no one would be hurt permanently, Nelly had a feeling that Sloane wouldn't be here right now. Finally, Fiona asked her a question.

"I absolutely have no idea who it was. Did either of you notice someone with a pink token? That's who I was supposed to duel. As for what I would have done, no idea either. I have my speed going for me, but I am like a cheetah, I have speed, but not endurance to keep it up. I have amazing visual memory, but I am not as smart as some of you. Hmmm, most of my abilities would fall under the category of evasive, I guess. I would probably need a weapon to help me out, but I have no training when it comes to actual fighting. I hope duels will continue tomorrow so I can see who I am up against. I would also love to see the rest of the campers duel too, especially anymore new ones."

Nelly continued to eat and soon was finished. She was feeling much better now.

"Awww, that hit the spot. I have a fast metabolism, but I get hungry easily too. Thanks for letting me join you two. I guess I need to get some rest in case duels do continue to tomorrow. I'll see you. Night!" she said before taking her dirty dishes to the back and then heading for her cabin for the night.

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"Hm? Oh, don't worry about it for now," Mason replied.

"I guess you don't have to worry about that when your—I can conjure up whatever you want." While there was a playfulness to her words, she still nearly tripped over her tongue. Was she about to call herself his girlfriend? That was bold of her. Whatever they were wasn't labeled, but that didn't mean she was going to recklessly start throwing around suggestions either.

Rather than head back immediately, Mason lingered and dropped his clothes on the couch. "I don't make you nervous now do I, Andy?"

"Huh?" she muttered while meeting his gaze. "No." Well, that was a horrible lie. Andy wasn't fooling anyone, not even herself. "Ok... Maybe a little," she admitted with an innocent smile.

Mason slowly started closing the distance between them. And while her heart began to quicken, she didn't move or back away. To her surprise, he took hold of her cardigan and looked over her body unabashedly. Andy swallowed, watching him study her. She could write a novel comparing her past experiences to those with him, but this had to be the starkest difference. No one ever looked at her the way Mason did. It was rare for someone to say she was beautiful, yet his gaze said more. There was desire... and lust. In a strange way, it made her feel more confident and sexy, two words she'd never use to describe herself.

"You have to make things difficult don't you?" Andy didn't know what he meant, and before she could ask, his lips met hers, though they didn't remain there for long. Mason's head slowly lowered so that he could place a kiss upon her chest. His mouth lightly brushed along the exposed skin, sending goosebumps trailing down her spine. His touch was light like a feather, causing her to inhale a shaky breath.

Just as her hands moved to gently take hold of his biceps, his head pulled away. There was a more devious look on Mason's face as he began buttoning her cardigan. "Handsy or Aphrodite kids," he explained, turning Andy's own words against her.

Then, without another word, Mason gathered his clothes and headed back out towards her cabin, leaving her there flustered and in a haze. Andy found herself trying to catch her breath as she felt herself flush, even with no one there to see it. It took her a moment or two to compose herself before she was able to finally move and follow after him. While she was cold on the walk over, she had quickly grown unbearably hot.

Despite the consequences she might incur from Mason, her fingers quickly undid the buttons of her cardigan. Andy had nearly caught up to him by the time she pulled the sweater off. When she felt the cool breeze on her skin, she sighed softly in relief. She draped the piece of clothing over her forearm once she was walking alongside him. "Handsy demigods have never been a problem of mine," she commented, while looking over at him from the corner of her eyes with a playful smile.

Mason had a ready smirk as she took her time catching up, but her words hit him differently. He looked over at her and what once could have been a mistake, was now just deliberate. "Are you kidding me?" he didn't say it with hostility, but rather a hint of amusement. She wouldn't let him run around in a towel but her half-naked near enough...sure. He never took Andy for the defiant type. Mason shook his head to himself with a smile.

With their cabins being rather close, it wasn't long before they were back. Once inside, she stepped out of the sandals and hung her cardigan back up near the door. Still feeling rather flushed, Andy wondered over to the mirror over her dresser. She gathers up her hair, not bothering with a brush and put it up in a messy ponytail, just wanting it up so she could cool down. She exhaled softly and she rubbed the back of her neck as she turned around to face him with a bashful smile.

Andy tucked loose hairs that didn't make it into her ponytail behind her ears and started turning down the covers. She slipped into bed on her usual side, leaving the other half open and welcome for him. Her back rested against the headboard as she pulled the blankets up over her lap.

He met her smile with one of his own as he kicked off his footwear and travelled to the couch to set his fresh clothes for tomorrow down on it and waited for her to settle into bed first. "So what do you think of this Nick guy anyway?" he asked, void of jealousy and the like. He was simply curious for the thoughts on the new upcoming mouth of god. Mason climbed into bed beside her, and while it seemed a natural maneuver and he tried to small talk through it, he was hesitant. Only slightly though. By no means did he question if it was what he wanted, they were both sure of that. But now he had something...there was a risk of losing it.

She looked over at him, a bit surprised at the choice in conversation. Andy shrugged her shoulders slightly as she slunk deeper under the covers. "I don't know. He seems decent and a good fighter. Not a huge fan of the flirting or sex-capades over the P.A.," she laughed half-heartedly. "But he doesn't seem attached the hip to his sister. So that's a bonus." She looked over at Mason with a smile.

The only parallel Mason drew with Nick and Ajax was that they were both trying to be the camp's demi-leader. Until Andy mentioned he was actually separable from his shared blood. Mason pursed his lips. "Guess that would be a bonus for some," he muttered a little bitterly. They also shared the dark frilly hair and tanned skins...the need to step into the leader like role. Maybe Andy had a type. He crossed his arms across his chest.

"What do you think about him?" Since they both were in bed and it didn't seem like either were planning to move before they went to sleep, Andy waved her fingers slightly turning off the lights in her cabin from where she lay. And while the lights might be out, enough moonlight trickled in between the curtains that she could see Mason clearly.

"I think he's a tool," he said without hesitation and plenty of bias. Mason sighed out and laid down beside Andy, trying to find the chill and fair button. He was the one sharing her bed after all. "But, I'm sure beyond that, he might be a decent guy." It almost hurt to say.

Andy couldn't help but laugh, letting her body slowly sink and mold into the side of his. "Mason Hughson, are you jealous?" She glanced over at him from the corner of her eyes with a mischievous grin.

Mason draped an arm over Andy and closed his eyes. Then they opened with a thought and he propped up on an arm and gave her a look of concern. "Wait..you're not too warm are you?" He withdrew his arm that hung around her. "Or are you too cold?" Mason pulled the covers right up and over her head with a smile, making fun of the cardigan on and off stunt earlier. He chuckled and brushed the stray strands of hair away from her face again. Mason pecked her lips.

At first there was a cute moment but then Mason quickly started turning her own words back against her. Andy playfully squirmed and tried to break free, curling up in a ball against him. She giggled as he finally let her out, barely able to see a thing with her hair now wildly tousled in her face. She met Mason's gaze as he brushed some of the locks out of her face. He kissed her again, and she couldn't help but wish it was longer. But her smile only grew at the sight of his own. She had noticed he was handsome before. She wasn't blind. But there was something different seeing him like this, without inhabitations and his walls down. It made every moment sweeter.

Her hand slowly raised to rest upon his cheek. Her thumb gently stroked his skin as she held his gaze. "Thank you... For waiting for me," Andy said barely above a whisper. Even quietly, each of her words rang true with a strong and honest conviction. He waited far longer than she deserved. Yet he was there when she was ready and opened her eyes. It meant more to her than words could fathom. Mason was there for her like no one else and even amongst all the fight, he was always by her side.

He looked her over carefully like she was a rare jewel. Mason twitched up a gentle smile, honestly glad for his patience to be noticed and had worn off. "It's okay. You were worth it." His devotion didn't come without... extreme challenges. But truthfully, she was. And he was happy to be by her now. "We should get some sleep, Andy," he whispered. He wrapped his arm around her once more for the night.

Not one to argue, Andy settled into his arms and rested her head gently upon his chest. It didn't take long for either one of them to fall asleep. Considering the events of the past couple days, it comes as no surprise that they were both utterly exhausted and it finally caught up with them.

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So, it was a little awkward to stand there and watch Duke get chewed out. He didn't know any of the two gals well, but he could surmise that they were very discontent that they had been spoken to in a certain way. Not that he could blame Duke, of course. After listening to both of the ladies speak their pieces, it was fair to say that their personalities were... quite strong. Even Nick started second-guessing himself as though he had just gone through a scolding by proxy.

He winced slightly at Duke. An unspoken thing - man to man, if it were. That was harsh, and he felt genuinely bad to have been witness to it. He then watched the redhead slip away before he could have the chance to defend the man. Just as soon as it seemed like she would leave for good, she whipped right back around and lashed at him again. Nick scratched the back of his neck and quietly reminded himself to watch what he said or did around these two particular ladies.

When it was Blair's time to finish adding salt to the proverbial wound, he sighed. Poor Duke. He'd have to help reign in the woman, as feisty as she was. Not that he thought it was a good idea to change who she was, but rather reminded her that not everything in this world revolved around her. She's pretty, smart, and outgoing, but that didn't mean she had to give people a hard time, too. He sighed a little at that. He let her finish, but when she dragged him away by the belt loop, he turned his head on a swivel and gave Duke a wink and the "okay" sign with his hand. One might imply that he was on his side, even though he was also whipped by a certain brunette.

Once she was done pulling him away, he shoved one of his hands in a pocket and walked alongside her. Not much was said until she asked him, "Who do you think my parent is?"

He took a moment to brush some hair from his face while thinking about it. He did think. "Given how troublesome you are, I'd say maybe Hera or Nemesis. Maybe even Eris..." He faced her for a second as he snapped his fingers, but he still walked - just sideways for a few. "Hermes? Hephaestus? Hecate?" He knew he was wrong, and he watched her expressions carefully before turning back to face their direction. But before she could tell him what he so obviously knew - he was wrong, he spoke again, "It's not wrong to like who you are. To be confident, ambitious, have goals, and enjoy life, Blair. If that's why you are asking."

Blair glanced over at him slightly. "It wasn’t. But thanks." She didn’t bother correcting Nick. He seemed to be aware his guesses were wrong. She considered offering who her parent was, but a little part of her wanted someone to actually be interested enough to ask.

When she didn’t correct him, he looked over at her again and asked, "Well, who is it, then?"

"Athena," she replied, glancing at him from the corner of her eyes to gauge his reaction.

He rocked his head from side to side in thought. "Surprised you’re a daughter of war, but I can see her intellectual side in there. I mean, big words and all," he laughed at himself. What a stupid joke. He’s good at that.

Nicholas was not Liam. He had insight into other people. He's not dumb by any means. "It's wrong to make assumptions and judge people who aren't like you. You've only been here for a day, just like me. Maybe... dip your toes into the water before diving. Ya know?" He smiled and winked at her. Nick had no issue with her because she wasn't rude to him, but he also shared similarities with her. Maybe he can't use ten-letter words in quick succession and one sentence, but they had things in common. Casual sex was one of them.

Her steps slowed as her brows tugged together slightly. "You weren’t there from the beginning of the conversation," Blair commented not in a mean way, just factually. "I asked him if he was a virgin and he answered with judgment. So I returned the favor in kind."

He threw up his hands in defeat, "Fair is fair, I guess. But why do you have to know if he's a virgin? " Then he just shook his head and laughed a bit, "Nevermind."

Blair shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. "I don’t know. Because I was curious? Because he was boring and I wanted to make the conversation more interesting?"

When they made it to her cabin, she swiftly "relocated" her brother and made it known that the space was very much occupied. Then she was getting undressed.

Okay. This felt... awkward for some reason. Likely since she chewed Duke out less than five minutes ago, and she also inquired into his thoughts concerning parentage. Before he could even protest, she had him straddled to a bed. When did they even make it to this point?

"This is what you wanted, right? Or did you have something else in mind?"

He appreciated her nature. Truly. It didn't require much thought or begging on his part, and most men would be thankful for that. Well, maybe not most men. Nick's large, calloused hands gripped her hips with surprising gentleness. This is what he wanted. Right? RIGHT?

The moment felt off. Maybe the whole Duke thing or even his half-sister troubled him, but it was off. He gently pried her off of him and sighed, "I mean - I do, but I think I have too much on my mind." He scoffed at himself, sat up, and crossed his arms over his chest.

She inhaled sharply as he guided her off of him. Rather than stop there, she followed through with the motion and climbed out of bed. While Blair’s pride wasn’t easily broken, she was all but invisible, judged, and rejected… twice in a single day. Nick might have seen everything there was to her, but she still felt exposed and a bit embarrassed. So instead of standing there half-naked and awkward, she dug through one of her bags and pulled out something to cover herself.

It was only once she was wearing the robe and started tying it, that Blair turned back around to face him. "I’m confused. You made it seem like that’s why you sought me out." She crossed her arms, feeling a bit more vulnerable than she’d ever care to admit. The camp seemed to waste no time in kicking her out of her comfort zone. It was great.

Again, he held up both of his hands in self-defense. By the looks of things, he was totally in the wrong here. He took a deep breath, dropped his hands to rub his temples, and sighed the rest of that breath out. "Okay. I’m sorry. By your demeanor, you’re upset. Understandably, so." He can admit when he was out of his bounds, and she deserved an explanation. "I was, but - I don’t know. I don’t know anyone else. I’m stressed."

She stood there silent for a moment or two, mulling over what he said. Blair pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn’t a therapist or a shoulder-to-cry-on type. People rarely confided in her, aside from her brother, unless it was gossip. This was not gossip. She sighed in defeat, before plopping down at the foot of her bed. She pinned her hands between her knees while chewing on the side of her cheek.

"I don’t know anyone else, either," she admitted, breaking the awkward silence. "But I’ll confess, I may not be the best person to come to for advice… I’m a bitch," Blair added. Her tone was flat, but she flashed him a weak side smile.

Then she tried her best to be a decent listener and whatever else it was that people did when they were being supportive. Blair was giving her best attempt to be compassionate and understanding. "Why are you stressed? Because, from what I can see, camp seems to be a High School sitcom with powers. They all look like goodie-two-shoes who want to make mommy and daddy proud."

"Do people try to kill other people in high school?" Tired laughter followed, "The son of Ares came back from Tartarus for almost killing someone. I’m sure he wasn’t the first, nor will he be the last. Then you have Demigods who had no idea how to be Demigods at all." Then he offers her a lop-sided smile, "Maybe this is why you are here? Maybe your mother wants you to impart your wisdom on camp in ways that… she would. You know, use your intellect in a way that has more…" he paused to figure out how to choose his next words with care. A tactful delivery, "...uuuuh… I don’t know. I don’t have a dictionary for a brain."

Blair laughed weakly, holding up her hands. "I think you overestimate me. Our parents, mine and my brother’s, they just wanted us… Safe. And I think they hoped we wouldn’t get in as much trouble here."

He stood up and shoved his hands into his pockets, "You’re not a bitch, Blair. Being assertive and knowing what you want doesn’t make you bitchy. We just don’t always have to… return “favors” with equally… judgy ‘favors’." he reminded her gently, using air quotes and all. He put his hands up again, "Not telling you you’re wrong, just… I could use someone like you to help with all of this. If you have the skills, knowledge, and desire to step outside of your comfort zone, maybe we can make camp more bearable. More… into what it should be, and that’s not a High School sitcom. That also means becoming a figure people can trust. I’m not there; you’re not there - we are new here. But you know, maybe we can get there with your smarts and my undeniably good looks and masculine charm." A joke, of course, since he laughed stupidly at it and added in his signature dumb smile.

"Nick," Blair sighed softly. She pushed off of the bed, moving to her feet to meet him eye to eye. "My life was a High School sitcom before I came here. And if I had a choice, I would be back in Manhattan drinking a martini and spending my dad’s money." She shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what to tell him. "I’m the kind of person people love to hate, not trust. And definitely not look up to."

She gave him a tight-lipped, disappointing smile as she crossed her arms over her chest. "It’s admirable that you want to do right by camp. And I appreciate that you see something in me that isn’t there. But I’m not my mother." Blair raised her hand to rub the back of her neck. "Maybe you should try the girl you fought today… Or perhaps the angry blonde."

He tousled his hair unkemptly and ensured that his clothing came across as equally messy. He’d hate to make Blair feel embarrassed twice. "I think you’ll change your mind. Just let me know when you do." Once he was done making himself look like a cheap one-night stand, he took a couple of steps back, "Rain check?"

Blair inhaled softly as she watched him attempt to dishevel himself for her sake. "Don’t bother," she sighed. She didn’t care what people thought. Ok, that was a lie… partially. But whether or not Nick left looking like she had her way with him or not was of no consequence. He was the one who changed his mind, not her. So she had nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Your faith in me is misplaced," she added. But it seemed, no matter what she said, Nick wouldn’t take her word for it. "Hmm," she mused, contemplating his offer. "I think you have some making-up to do before I get naked for you again, Mr. Bower." Blair smirked slightly as she motioned her hand towards the door as a silent way of saying he was free to go.

She didn’t walk him out or wait to see if he left. Blair just sighed to herself as she walked back over to the side of her bed and slipped under the covers. Maybe if she were lucky, she’d sleep in and miss the training tomorrow. One could only hope

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It was pointless saying goodbye to her father. He'd of course eventually find out that his raven-haired child was no longer around, but as usual, he wouldn't care. Those who did care about her were already dead and waiting by one of the exits guarded by Cerberus. Amirah could trust her friends with her life since the dead tell no tales... well, that's half true. Some do like to gossip. "You will move on when I'm gone, right?"

"Do you really think we'd want to stay here with that so-called father of yours? I'd rather experience death again." one of the ghosts pointed out.

"I'd rather slowly drown in a pool of acid, or have my eyes pecked out by a crow." Another ghost added.

"Or dangled upside down by my nu--"

"Alright" she laughed, stopping them before they could finish. "I get it." she chuckled briefly while packing both of her suitcases.

They both laughed. "Good. Now go." they waved her off as she stepped towards the gate and Cerberus. The three-headed pup had been napping, but the second it sensed her coming, it stood up. "Hey, Boy!" his tail began to wag, letting his guard down the second he recognized her voice. "I'm going to miss you, but I have to go." his eyes looked sad as he moved to the side, his three heads lolling forward. Amirah tickled his legs as she was licked gently. "I'll be back. I promise." - She stepped through the gate-like portal, and was hit with a flash of light. She couldn't see a bloody thing afterward, just huge blind spots in her vision where the light felt like it had lasered right through to the retina.

After her eyes had had a moment to readjust, she looked up at the tall trees, their canopies rustling and swaying in the breeze. It felt like the forest was whispering while the sun's rays managed to dapple their way through the gaps in the leaves.

She dragged both suitcases along the dirt path that lead to a marble arch, its greek Letters etched in gold sprawled across the front which read unmistakenly as Camp Athens. As she got closer, an invisible wall began to sparkle, and it sparkled even more as Amirah pushed through it. With no idea at that point where to go, she chose one direction and headed that way while the barrier closed behind her.

It was getting late, and as far as Amirah knew, many of the other campers would more than likely be in bed asleep.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket which illuminated her face as she unlocked it for the torch, and stood up before pointing the light at the hall's windows, trying to peer through the dusty glass. "HOLY CRAP!" her free left hand shot to her chest as she flinched backward after looking through one of the other windows. "It's fine. It's your reflection." she laughed it off.

It looked as if camping out in the hall for the night was the only option now. Her own fault, though, for turning up so late. Luckily it didn't feel cold.

Stepping inside the hall she called out, "Hello?" then waited for a reply as she headed further inside. Just in case there were campers still up, or any ghosts that decided to linger.

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"Pot, kettle, I’d say. The three o’ya were bleeding comical; an’ if you’re a narcissist then that Blair is centre of the gods-damn universe," Fiona answered.

Duke took slight assurance in that regard. Then again being compared next to Blair for narcissism was no margin or compliment. But he couldn't help but feel there was more than she led on...more than a minx and the superficial side that fretted over her clothes having a hole in them. He had no doubt that was part of her but...definitely not all of her. Meanwhile, Rae made a blunt point that there was more to her than looks and the need for sex. Duke grunted to himself, though timely to suit Fiona's rhetorical questions. "Christ, the way she was upset over her 'Dolce & Gabbana' you'd think the world was ending, best o'luck to her if she's ever sleeping in a gutter if that's the worst she's had to worry about." With Fiona pointing that out, it became increasingly difficult to see another dimension of Blair as that seemed to fit her in the box and be her lifestyle.

"I think camp will do a fine job in waking her up and teaching her a bit of...humility maybe." Duke screwed up his nose. No, that was too far for the likes of the new brunette. "Or at least not get her everything she wants with a snap of her fingers."

Either way...it was time for a conversation change. Something more focused towards his present company. As the introductions travel across the table, and what god Fiona doesn't belong to, Duke furrowed his brows slightly. Despite the reputation, he knew a jest when there was one, but he didn't for a second buy into her being Dionysus's kid despite the drinking and the mystery of her duel takedown.... but why couldn't she be? Why did Duke not even consider it for a second?

The next hint came forward. "What am I thinking, would either ya like a nightcap? It ain’t poisoned, yet. I promise."

Duke raised a hand of the 'i'm good' gesture, while he pried some more and redirected the conversation to the duels. Particularly Fiona's. "Thanks, he fought well though his heart weren’t really in it. But that trick with the arm was pretty good, excellent craftsmanship obviously. Caught me of guard so it did. But that allure of his, might have ended badly if what was going through my head managed to get out, was certainly… something alright." Duke watched as a small smile passed her lips due to her own thoughts. Something mischievous likely, and regarding pouncing on the son of Aphrodite and wanting to be close as possible to him...So Duke didn't bother to ask what warranted the smile to herself. He didn't wish to embarrass her by making her confess. Even Nelly looked to bite her tongue on that one. Such was the Aphrodite effect, pulling out desires. Duke wouldn't mind hearing the full effect, how it moved them individually or if it struck them in the same way, but he got why they wouldn't want to share such information with the opposite sex.

Pulled from her daze, the one who sat opposite him nodded to him. "Your fight was a little ‘extreme’, if the screams were anything to go by."

He tuned in differently to hear his own feedback or what they made of it. But that was the end. A brief statement. Duke looked between the girls who both seemed uncomfortable at the mentioning of his own duel. "Definitely impressive though."

"Well..." he began, in hopes of easing the tensions. "I didn't really want to hurt her," he clarified. "The goal was to win and use what was at our disposal and unfortunately, fire and flame happen to be at mine. If I held back neither of us would have got anything from the exercise." That may have been another unpopular take around this new couple of ladies, but it was true. He was sure Sloane understood or at least he hoped she did.

"I don’t think I saw you out in the arena, Nelly. Any idea who you were going to be up against, or what you would have done? I'm wondering what Nick’ll have for us tomorrow."

"I absolutely have no idea who it was. Did either of you notice someone with a pink token? That's who I was supposed to duel. As for what I would have done, no idea either. I have my speed going for me, but I am like a cheetah, I have speed, but not endurance to keep it up. I have amazing visual memory, but I am not as smart as some of you. Hmmm, most of my abilities would fall under the category of evasive, I guess. I would probably need a weapon to help me out, but I have no training when it comes to actual fighting. I hope duels will continue tomorrow so I can see who I am up against. I would also love to see the rest of the campers duel too, especially anymore new ones."

"Sounds like a useful combination of strengths and abilities," Duke commented. There were many ways one could use outstanding speed and memory in battle. Learning the opponents' moves and tell signs of attack was something incredibly beneficial. "Just make sure if you're after a weapon, it's suited to your style. Something light but proficient that you can move around with that won't cost you any speed." That said, Duke also understood how while under pressure any weapon might seem assuring and have to do.

He also didn't pick Nelly for one to thrive watching spars but he never really knew. Duke supposed to his own degree he'd be curious to see the new campers and what they had up their sleeves.

For a small girl, Nelly had knocked back her food quickly. He wondered if everything was fast for the Hermes girl. "Awww, that hit the spot. I have a fast metabolism, but I get hungry easily too. Thanks for letting me join you two. I guess I need to get some rest in case duels do continue to tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow. Night!" Nelly disappeared quite briskly, fortifying his belief that Hermes kids were always going.

Fiona barely had the chance to wave Nelly a goodbye before she was already out of the doors, causing her shake her head in bemusement at the other girl's swift departure.

”She’s quick, that one. Blink and you’d miss her even, could be deadly with the right weapon as you said.”

Duke looked across the table at the remaining redhead and tried a smile. "Want to head out too? You can walk me to my cabin." He gestured out the hall doors with a more genuine smile. Duke apparently earned himself a thin thread and company that hadn't yet insulted, lectured or tried to make him a meal was highly preferable. Maybe even slightly deterring to others.

”Sure, need to be hitting the sack soon in any case.”

Fiona returned his smile and scooped up his plate before he could protest so she could take it and her cup over to the rest of the used crockery from the other campers. While at the table of food she picked up a few rosy red apples from one of the bowls, pocketing some and tossing another towards Duke. ”I can’t turn down free food, sorry.” chuckling she pulled out a knife from her pocket, purposely doing so slowly and started to peel her apple; cutting a slice for her to eat as they left the hall.

He caught her apple, finding it hard to argue a common philosophy. Free food was that much more appealing. He bit a chunk into his and took a steady pace, in no hurry to get to their destination, hands buried in his pockets. "So where's your cabin anyway? Just in case there comes a day where you can't handle your whiskey and there's role reversal and I'll need to walk you back." Duke cracked another smile.

”Far side of the stables, mostly certain the number was twenty. I think. Though, ye of little faith given that I’ve been drinking since I was barely a teen. So while I’ll be handling my drink quite alright, thank you very much, you’re always welcome to walk me back all the same.” There’s a faint teasing to her tone, slightly admonishing as with her earlier jabs over the girls but equally as playful. She pauses while cutting another slice of her apple before glancing over at Duke, her head cocked to her side as if contemplating something while she chews, her hair draping over her left eye.

”It wasn’t what you did to that girl I had issue with, you know. During your duel, you won, fair and square. Burn them down and salt the earth, right? I’ve got my own demons when it comes to fire, that’s my issue. I get a little blinded to the stuff.” she laughs, perhaps a little too dryly as she brushes her hair to one side and taps the tip of the blade against the eye socket hidden beneath; drawing Duke’s attention towards the silver crack that splits the pupil and iris jaggedly in half. ”I saw your look when I shut down my comment earlier, so I wanted tell you that there was nothing wrong with what you’d done to her in the arena.”

There was some assurance that he hadn't poked someone else the wrong way. Circumstances and eye considered, she took his powers and arena performance particularly well, and she gained some respect for it. Duke bowed his head a little in understanding and appreciation. "I'd hate to be someone else's bad guy. Thank you."

”Also, I’m pretty sure my dear old ma, the loving mother she is to all of her children may have tossed your daddy off a mountain when he was born. I’d say she has no room in her heart for failure, but she has no room for anything but spite and malice.”

Duke cocked his head at the revelation. A story heard but never told. “Hera then. Right,” he said, more to himself than her with just a bit of disappointment. He pressed his tongue to his cheek. Duke tried not to let her heritage interfere with her own impression on him and what her mother may or may not have done to his father. “She seems like a hard woman to please. As far as reputation and stories go. I never met her myself.” As far as Fiona preached, he wouldn’t care to either. But she didn't need to hear that. They were blood and many demi beings felt in debt to their godly parent.

”Lucky for you, likely she’d have tossed you off a mountain as well given half a chance.” she gives him a wink with her good eye before eating another slice of apple. ”She’s earned her reputation, so it’s not for nothing that she’s seen as hard.”

"What do you suppose made her that way?" Sure Duke could speculate why the goddess of marriage became so twisted and warped, but it'd be far more interesting to hear it from her own offspring. Not to mention it might offer a nice gauge of how close Fiona felt to Hera. Or how alike she might have been.

”Might have something to do with her husband, since he weren’t much better a brother either, fuckin’ his way through anything with a pulse. At the rate he went through beds we ought to be drowning in others like us, even before the rest of the pantheon get in on the action. Ever wonder why there’s not more half-breeds trying to burn down the world?” Fiona shrugged as she finished her musing before peeling the skin off the final slice of apple and popping it into her mouth. Her eyes seem to glaze over a little while she thinks before speaking again, her voice slightly quieter than before. ”She is hard, like I said. Failure isn’t part o’her plan, it’s results not means that matter. If you can’t get results then you’re worthless.” She pocketed her knife and smiled over at Duke, her expression warming as she moved on from her mother ”I’m assuming by comparison Hephaestus was taking you to the soccer game as the others would call it, and all those father/son bonding experience? Yeah? Never thought to really ask earlier, just been assuming that gods make fecking shite parents across the board.”

Duke laughed once. While she didn't aim for comedy, she achieved it. "I don't have any parental trauma or spite. But doesn't mean he was taking me to games every weekend. Just because we tend to stick to ourselves, doesn't mean there are hard feelings or intense bonding happening on the other end of the scale. He embedded the perfectionist and love of craftsmanship in me but...that's as far as shaping me and bonding went."

Duke almost walked right past his cabin, not keeping track of where they were heading as they pried into their parents history and beings. Truly, it was actually the engaging conversation he was looking for. He slowed at the path to his cabin. "This is me. It’s been good talking to you, Fiona. I’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully."

”It has at that and I'm sure we will. See you in the morning, and my cabin's, hopefully, a little further this way, so you know where to find me Mr. Judgemental. She smiled towards him and stuck her tongue out as she carried on walking backwards down the path before giving him a mock salute and heading back to her cabin and at last to bed.




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Iliana apologized for being seemingly rude and Lochlan had to scratch his brain for the moment she referred to. He had been through a lot on his first day, but her being rude didn't quite make it to the highlight or bad day reel. Ah. The running off on him after introductions. Apparently, she was incredibly empathetic to apologize and explain her own trauma.

The girl even decided to question his new mood shift with cabins. "New cabin? Was this your cabin? Why do you need a new cabin? Did . . . someone kick you out? Will you be okay?"

"Yeah. My roommate kicked me out. Something tells me it's for the best..." Lochlan had a rare trust in Blair and her intellect that he didn't have in others. So when she told him new cabin or to scram, it was probably for both their benefits and safety. "I'm okay Iliana, I'm a big boy. I've obviously been through a lot worse." She didn't need to fuss over a simple icing on the cake. At least Blair provided a solution and didn't just kick him out.

"Goodnight," he said finally and left in the direction of his new cabin leaving Iliana behind for the night.

A nice notion and maybe he could've used a friendly face or vibe, but he didn't care for micro-managing emotions or tiny inconveniences.

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Iliana listened as Lochlan answered her questions. Instead of giving her clarity, it only gave her more questions, but it being so late, Iliana knew they'd have to wait. Or maybe she should worry about them at all since Lochlan seemed to think the matter was settled. Still she couldn't help but ask herself these questions.

Why was he kicked out?

Who was his roommate?

What does he mean this is for the best?


"Night . . . " she replied as he wished her a good night too.

Waiting for him to go into his new cabin, Iliana finally turned to head back towards her own cabin which was far enough to allow her to collect her thoughts. Today had been a momentous day overall. She had gotten her voice back and learned she really need to make an effort to work on her emotional health more. She was still terrified of hurting others, but at least she wasn't going to try and cower. Poseidon's children helped her see that. Sure Liv took full advantage of her naive nature, but that wasn't her fault so Iliana couldn't get mad at her for tricking her. And of course Nick was going to help her train tomorrow. It was still very early, but Iliana was determined to not let him down. Maybe she should have asked Andy or Trinity for help, but Nick was there to actually help them so she was going to take him up on that offer. Plus he was more approachable than Andy and Trinity for despite her respect for both women, they still were a bit intimidating, especially Trinity.

As she past the armory, she thought of events after the duels. It had been good to talk to Cherise again. Nelly was something else. Outgoing for sure, but Iliana still didn't know what to think of her. She smiled when she thought of Cherise and Daniel. She might not know much about romance, but she could feel that the two really liked each other. Despite on how long it had been, she did recall feeling something similar with her parents in the brief times she remembers them together.

"I miss you daddy. Wherever you are, I hope you're watching over me. I know momma is," she murmured.

She finally reached her cabin and walked in. Seemed like Ethan was back for he and Heath were in the dining room talking. Hearing the door open, both turned to see her as she came in.

"Hey look who's back! Did you manage to find Cherise and Lochlan?" Ethan asked.

Iliana nodded and proceeded to tell them all that happened since they parted ways that evening.

"Well you certainly had more luck than me. I couldn't find anyone to talk to so I returned here and worked on some blueprints. My duel ended up giving me some ideas."

"And I emailed father. He replied not too long ago and is relieved and excited about your voice returning, Lia."

Iliana nodded before suddenly asking, "You never told me what happened during your duel, Ethan. Can you tell me all that happened after I fell asleep?"

The guys nodded and told her since it was really only the 2 duels after her duel. They wish they could avoid mentioning the part with Rae being nude but there was no way to get around it since she went full beast mode. Iliana giggled at that part and could understand why that would make them uncomfortable. Both were raised in conservative households and had never been exposed to something like that.

"That Veronica could have easily gotten to me. It's a good thing I have a little immunity to those who can manipulate feelings or thoughts since I can do something similar."

"She certainly influenced my emotions, but she can't really help it. I have been tempted to tell her Wes is her brother, but I figured she'd find out eventually. I wondered if she paid attention to Wes's duel and if he was watching yours, Ethan."

"Well, I am sure they'll both find out sooner or later. We did say would stay out of people's business so I am going to make an effort to do that. For now I am going to bed."

"Yes same here, especially if I am to meet Nick by 5 am tomorrow."

Things settled, the trio got up and went to their own sleep quarters to get some rest.

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Camp had been silent for hours. No one stirred. No hushed whispers of demigods into the late hours of the night. While some preferred to rise with the sun that still wasn't for hours. So even the earliest of birds were still fast asleep.

Hidden in one the cabins, swept away beneath a couch, a small mysterious box began to stir. With the lid knocked to the side, there was nothing to contain... or restrain what loomed within. A dense fog slowly poured out until it covered the entire camp in a thick, dreamlike haze. Then like something deep beneath the earth began to wake, the ground trembled releasing unknown horrors.




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By itself, the ground trembling wouldn't have been enough to disturb Sylas when he was so deeply asleep. But the crash of something downstairs shattering along the floor woke him instantly, snapping him out of his REM cycle. He sat up abruptly, tilting his head to the side slightly as he listened to see if the disturbance was an isolated incident or something of more concern. There was a tense silence that seemed to last for an eternity before there was a loud thud coming from below them.

Swift, but gentle, Sylas took Evelyn's arm and gave it a shake. When her eyes opened, his hand immediately moved to cover her mouth so she didn't alert whatever it was that they were upstairs. "There's something in the cabin," he whispered so softly that only she could hear. "Stay here and don't make a sound." Quick and quiet was the trick. Sylas had no idea what... or who could be in his cabin, especially at this hour. But whatever it was, he wasn't in the mood for games.

Evelyn had merely stirred and forced open her heavy eyes to ask what was wrong. While she got her bearings in his room, his hand covered her mouth. Sylas laid it on her right away with no buffer time to awaken and orientate herself. She nodded showing she understood and shifted herself to sit up on high alert.

He slipped out from under the blankets and moved to his feet. Before he was able to reach for his rapier beneath the bed, there was one loud bang on the bedroom door, breaking it from its hinges and knocking it to the ground. A figure nearly 8 feet in height lumbered in through the doorway, ducking beneath the threshold. Every move they made sounded like shifting rocks. As it stepped into the moonlight, the intruder came into view. A gladiator made of marble, like a statue that had come to life and wondered its way into Sylas's home.

For a brief moment everything was still. Then the warrior raised his xiphos with intent to strike down Evelyn, who remained on the bed before it. Evelyn yelped and turned away. Sylas didn't have time to grab his weapon, or think, for that matter. He hurdled the bed, leaping over her and landing on the ground putting himself between the statue and her. The momentum suddenly seized for her and his hands reached out just in time to catch the blade of its sword. The sharp edge dug into the flesh of his palms sending crimson streaks running down his forearms. The sheer force of the blow knocked him down to his knee. "Move!" He grunted through clenched teeth, commanding the red head to move before he lost his hold.

In awe and shock, Evelyn was caught watching Sylas holding the blade with trained precision until his command seemed to knock some sense back into her. She scrambled away, jumping off the bed and throwing herself into the opposite wall.

His muscles trembled and burned as he used all his strength to hold the creature at bay. Once Evelyn was clear, Sylas released the blade and rolled out of the way just before the sword came sweeping down, chopping his mattress and bedframe in half. He managed to stumble to his feet just before the gladiator swung its blade towards him, slashing through the air with an unbelievable speed for something of its size. Sylas jumped back, avoiding a fatal blow, but the sharp tip still managed to slice him along the abdomen.

Stunned like the frightened animal she was, Evelyn found she couldn't flee. She couldn't abandon Sylas, but she couldn't take on this foe either. She looked around for some object or inspiration to serve as a mild distraction or pain, getting increasingly flustered as nothing proved useful, including her. If she didn't help Sylas soon, that sword would offer the final blow.

Adrenalin was his friend, keeping the pain from his wounds subdued, at least for the moment. Sylas didn't have the luxury to worry about checking to see what state he was in. That was a problem for later. Whatever injuries he sustained, he had to push through... for Evelyn's sake. She wasn't a fighter, not like he was. If he couldn't stop the gladiator then she was as good as dead.

That thought alone seemed to snap him out of his own head in time for the warrior to step towards him, slashing his blade through the air again. Sylas ducked beneath the swing of its arm, then moved in closer. While the gladiator's arm was still outstretched, he spun so his back was to the bend in the statue's arm. His left elbow slammed back into its nose while his right hand quickly seized its sword. Not risking a single moment of hesitation, Sylas quickly turned around and plunged the blade just below its collar bone. The statue froze for a second before bursting into a cloud of black smoke and embers, leaving nothing behind but a pile of black soot.

Sylas inhaled sharply like he had been holding his breath the entire time. It took a second or two for whatever had happened to really sink in. But once his mind had caught up, he spun on his heels and quickly closed the distance between himself and Evelyn. He nearly took her face in his hands, but the sight of the blood on his palms caused him to halt a few inches away. His expression of concern shifted like he had lost himself for a moment. "Are you ok? Were you hurt?!" While his face was more stoic, his eyes searched her frantically, showing the worry he attempted to hide.

The giant stone-like creature might have been defeated but somehow Evelyn couldn't feel fully alleviated. After a beat, Sylas came right for her next at an alarming speed. "I'm fine, I'm okay," she assured. With him being closer and no foe in the way to worry about cutting through them, she could see the injuries he sustained properly and his question suddenly seemed ridiculous. "But you're not." She grabbed his bloody wrists, a small price to pay after what he had done for her, and inspected his hands.

Evelyn braced her hands on his ribs next to study his abdomen wound prompting him gently in a better angle of the moonlight. "Let me get something for you." She made her way to one of his drawers, picked out a bland shirt and tore some material off. Evelyn gave a quick glance up into his eyes, double-checking his reaction as she stepped up to him and wound the makeshift tourniquet around his palms. He'd surely understand the small sacrifice of the ripped shirt to slow bleeding and help prevent infection.

He had half a mind to wave off her concern, but Sylas knew she was a stubborn one, nearly as much as he was. He sighed softly, letting her study his wounds. While Evelyn searched for something suitable as a makeshift bandage, he nodded his head toward a certain dresser. Sure, he liked dressing nice, but he wasn't emotionally attached to any of his clothes. He could get new as quickly as the redhead destroyed it, if he so chose.

She kept her gaze averted for a while, focusing on the task, feigning more concentration than it required. Thank you laid at the tip of her tongue, but it didn't seem to cover the whole gravity of the situation; him putting himself in harm's way and single-handedly taking the foreign foe on. As she finished bandaging him up it struck her... "Where'd he come from?"

Sylas shook his head. "I don't know. But we shouldn't wait around to see if more show up." He walked over to his dresser, rifling through his clothing without a care of messing up his nicely organized piles. He pulled out the smallest t-shirt and pair of shorts he owned, and held them out to Evelyn. "Here." He had no idea if they would encounter anything else, but her robe, and what little she had on beneath it, would only hinder her.

She didn't like Sylas admitting that he didn't have answers either and that more might show up. Or that he was willing to abandon his pristine cabin. It only amplified the twist in her gut, but neither of them was the delusional kind. Evelyn nodded and quickly dressed in the clothes he plucked out for her.

With her taken care of, Sylas grabbed the first tracksuit he could find. If there was any chance he'd have to fight again, he wanted flexibility and movement, not fashion. He quickly slipped into the clothes and grabbed a pair of sneakers. He went back over to his, now destroyed, bed, and pulled his rapier from beneath the wreckage. Just as began to turn around, he recalled a dagger in his nightstand. Any weapon was better than no weapon. He grabbed the small blade and returned to Evelyn.

"Stay by me and I promise I will protect you." His voice was quiet, barely louder than a whisper, but still held a gravely serious tone. "But if we get separated... Or something happens..." Sylas held the blade of the dagger, offering Evelyn the hilt. "You'll need to be able to protect yourself... in case I can't." While the pair hadn't heard anything after the statue disappeared into a literal puff of smoke, Sylas still had a pit in his stomach. Something deep inside told him that this wasn't the end, but the beginning.

Evelyn looked between his eyes, listening intently as some part of Sylas seemed to acknowledge things would likely get worse, even offering up a dagger to her for her own protection. She opened her mouth to object to taking the weapon, but, an argument at the moment wouldn't do them any good. If it gave Sylas any peace of mind though...Evelyn reluctantly took it. "Let's try not to get separated then." Because she was even more useless with weapons.

Once Evelyn was ready, Sylas took her hand and led her out of the cabin, hurrying past the destruction the statue made on its way up to them. Outside, everything was covered in a dense fog. There was an eerie silence that was broken by a distant scream and rustling in the woods. "Come on," he whispered, gently tugging her away from the woods and towards the beach.

Prompted to follow, Evelyn gave a quick glance around once they were outside, surrounded by the unnatural fog that clouded camp. She felt more vulnerable like this, blind and in the open...but being cornered in a cabin wasn't exactly ideal either. She shifted closer to Sylas. She startled and clenched Sylas's hand harder when the scream pierced the silent night and Sylas led them away. For once Evelyn didn't question anything, simply obliged and followed, having a trust in Sylas to guide them to safety.

When the trees parted it seemed the fog also subsided. Sylas's pace slowed as he searched the length of the beach. There was no one else and a heavy silence. Then appearing from the forest, a large birdlike silhouette emerged and flew out over the water. As it reached the edge of the cove it dropped... something. It was too far to tell what it was, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was a body.

Shortly after the mysterious mass crashed into the water, something beneath the sea rumbled. Small waves like rippling soundwaves poured out from an epicenter a few hundred feet out into the open water. A strange, otherworldly roar came from beneath the surface, causing the waves to grow. Sylas took a slow step backwards. "This isn't good." Then like a geyser, a kraken burst up to the surface from the depths below with an ear-piercing shriek. Its tentacles flailed around as it wailed its war cry. "... Fuck."



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The earth trembles were stronger beneath Wes's cabin. So strong, that it did wake him, when he had every right to be dead to the world for the next 12 hours... give or take. By the time he managed to break through the grogginess, the tremors had stopped. Perhaps it was his imagination, or he was in that strange limbo between a dream and reality. He didn't know. But he was thirsty.

Wes slowly managed to pull himself from bed. It wasn't until he was on his feet that he realized how exhausted... and sore he was. He couldn't help but chuckled softly to himself. He stepped into his boxers and pulled them up with a yawn. He turned around to look at Trinity. She slept diagonally on the bed, almost the entirely wrong way. Her blonde hair was an absolute mess matching the disarray that was his room. He couldn't help but smile and try his best to cover her with one of the blankets so she didn't get cold. He placed a tender kiss on her head, then made his way towards the stairs.

Just before he started downstairs, the ground began to shake once again. This time the tremors were strong enough it nearly knocked Wes off balance. "What the hell?" he grumbled as he grabbed the railing to steady himself. When there seemed to be a small pause, he hurried over to the balcony, quickly opening the doors and stepping outside. Not a moment later, the earth beneath his cabin split with a loud crack. The fissure snapped once, twice, then shot off in different directions like splintering glass.

A violent shaking from the earth woke Trinity up, unbeknownst, she had missed the first couple of temper tantrums from nature...or a demigod or god. She sat up in bed, begrudgingly. It was hard to distinguish what caused the weather, what brought monsters and what made the earth rumble at this camp, but it didn't let up and only seemed to amplify. And no Wes beside her... She hated that combination.

Wes turned around to shout out to Trinity when the crack widened, shaking his cabin violently. Then there was silence as the sound of wood splitting and breaking could be heard beneath him. Before he could move, the balcony snapped like a kit kat and started falling into fissure. Wes's mechanical arm managed to grab hold of a protruding tree root, stopping himself before he disappeared into the dark crevice below with pieces of his home.

He pulled himself up out of the hole and collapsed on the ground beside it with a sigh. Wes barely got a chance to catch his breath before the ground shook again and the crack grew beneath the cabin. It started to creak and groan as foundation started bowing, sinking into the abyss below. "Trinity!" he screamed toward the cabin, praying that she was awake.

When she heard an awful snap of the cabin or ground, she sprang up from bed, although it seemed too late for a smooth escape. She tumbled off balance and fell on all fours as the collapsing cabin tossed her off course. She heard Wes shout out for her and ran to the opening that once led to the balcony. "Wes!?" He was down below on the ground already—thank god.

Once Trinity came into view, Wes ran as close to the cabin as he could. He held out his arms toward her, motioning for her to come to him quickly. "You have to jump!"

"What the fuck!?" For once, the phrase wasn't said out of aggression, but a genuine startle. They had a concentrated earthquake right under them—at least that's how it felt. She was naked and now she had to jump. She took a deep breath out, the splitting sounds and cracking only seemed to escalate, and she lept for Wes before she could think about it further.

Wes focused, moving himself like a trained athlete with no goal other than catching Trinity. Luckily, even in all the confusion, her aim was sound and he only had to adjust slightly to the side to catch her. The ground crumbled beneath his foot closest to the fissure. He cursed under his breath, struggling to find his footing, but determined not to let them fall victim to the quakes. Once stable, he wasted no time hurrying them to the tree line, out of reach of the growing split in the earth. Wes stood there in silence, holding her close as he watched his cabin get swallowed whole, vanishing into the chasm below.

"That's the second time my cabin has been destroyed," he commented with ironic humor as he watched in disbelief.

Trinity wrapped herself around him tightly. "I can't believe it," she muttered. She trembled against him slightly. She could fight almost anything but not nature. After a very tight and prolonged hug...one she didn't even know who she was doing it for anymore, Trinity drew back to look over him, checking he was okay.

Then the rest hit her...she was starkers...and something had nicked her leg. "I need clothes..." she mumbled, crossing over her thighs and crossing her arms across her chest self-consciously. She didn't mind around Wes, only now they were outside and plainly visible.

It was only when Trinity mentioned it, that Wes had fully grasped the situation. Sure, she was naked, but that was something he was privy to... Not the rest of camp. The thought of someone seeing her like that made him tense. They weren't far from her cabin, but with their luck, it was unlikely they could reach it without being seen. "Hold on," he said as he moved them to a denser part of the forest. He set her down on the ground, gently, then proceeded to take off his boxers.

She widened her eyes watching Wes remove the one piece of underwear he did have on. "What are you—"

Before she could argue, he shook his head in protest. "I don't care if people see me naked," he said, implying that her modesty was far more important than his lack of it. Wes held out the boxers to her. It wouldn't cover everything, but it'd help.

At first she didn't get it...at all. This was hardly the place and time. Then it clicked. She sighed and rolled her eyes, snatching it from him and stepping into his boxers. "This does not seem ideal for you," she stated, gesturing right at his package. She was thankful to be semi-covered but he was the kid of Aphrodite and his goods on display were just...dangerous.

Once Trinity was done huffing and puffing, Wes scooped her back up into his arms, letting her use his body as a barricade to help shield the rest of her. "I'll be fine," he lied. Honestly, he had no idea how bad the whole allure thing would be with him in the nude, but it wasn't his top concern at the moment. "We just need to make it to your cabin," he added with false bravado as he led them through the woods. While the pathways were the route he knew, this limited the risk of being seen. "Or... run into Andy," he added with a slight chuckle. Wes couldn't help but wish that they magically ran into Andy and she snapped away all their problems.

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