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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 [21] The Enigma
Andromeda Bolton [20] The Dauntless
Nicholas Bower [19] The Earthshaker
Heath Taylor [19] The Writer
Trinity Wallace [19] The Fiery Heart
Wesley Preston [19] The Teddy Bear
Sloane Astor [18] The Prodigy
Mason Hughson [18] The Harbinger
Theo Smith [17] The Loyal Wolf
Evelyn Masters [17] The X Factor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Vincent Moore Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Julia Lockwood Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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Bound, tired, and defeated, Vincent tried to sit himself up but due to his circumstances found the task annoyingly difficult. After struggling for about a minute he was finally able to navigate towards a wall. Using his bound hands behind his back on the wall he gained enough stability to push and seat himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Julia Lockwood
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To summon motivation and face the new day was challenging. Evelyn had been awake for a while but it was one of those days where facing four walls and the ceiling were probably for the best. Not that it'd stimulate her mind and body and she'd drive herself mad with nothing but her own thoughts and inner debates.

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

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

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

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

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Andy's gaze remained fixated on her hands as her thumbs twiddled anxiously. She chewed on her lip and bounced her leg as she waited. Every second that passed felt like an hour. She heard the sullen footsteps of passing campers as they all went in their separate directions, disappearing into their cabins, but she dared not meet their gaze. She was embarrassed and self conscious after her trial... Everyone probably was. But that didn't mean she could stomach the judgement behind their eyes.

She was building up the courage to move to her feet and leave when she heard a soft sigh. Andy looked up to see Mason approaching. Her heart skipped a beat as she inhaled sharply. This was why she was there, but she wasn't expecting it to make her so nervous and at a loss for words. "I just... I had to make sure..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to find the words. Make sure what? That he was alive? That he didn't hate her after his trial? That he cared about her as much as she did about him?

Mason spoke up before she could find the right words and finish whatever it was that she was going to say. "Come on then." She couldn't tell if he was angry that she was there. Maybe she shouldn't have stayed. But he took her arm gently, pulling her to her feet and lead her inside.

Once inside the privacy of Mason's cabin, they were alone. But no words were shared. Somehow, the tension only seemed to grow. Neither one of them took a seat or said anything, at first. Andy stood there, awkwardly, with her arms crossed over her chest. What did she say? What did anyone say after all of that?

"Did you...did you mean to pull that lever?"

Andy slowly looked up to meet his gaze. Her eyes went wide as they searched his face for her answer... and perhaps his reaction. Why hadn't that crossed her mind? Ever since her trial ended the only thing plaguing her thoughts was Mason's death, not the dreaded question she's been avoiding for over a year... Ajax or Mason? Did she mean to pull that lever? Did she mean to kill Ajax?... Was Mason's life more important than Ajax's?

The reality of it all hit her like a ton of bricks. Her breathing became labored as her chest heaved to take in air. She did. That was her truth. No matter how much she fought it or tried to hide it, her feelings for him have grown and changed over the past year. A small part of her might have felt relief knowing where her heart truly lied, but more of her felt guilty. Guilty for Ajax. He noticed her slipping away before she did and let her go. She broke his heart, and he never put her first. Neither one of them was perfect. She stayed with him because that's what she told herself was right... But a lot had changed over the last year. Too much.

Her face must have shown all the guilt she felt because before she could answer, Mason pulled her into his arms and hugged her. At first, Andy was taken by surprise, but quickly she melted into his embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. She buried her face into his shoulder. She held him tight like if she let him go the trial would become a reality and he'd be gone. She'd stay there for as long as he would let her. There, in his cabin and in his arms, time froze and for a brief moment the rest of the world faded away.

Mason didn't let her go. Instead of pulling away like he usually did, he placed a kiss upon her head. The small act made her heart flutter, if just for a moment. "You can stay here as long as you want."

Andy didn't say anything, but nodded her head in acknowledgement. She was thankful for his offer. Whether she'd admit it or not, she didn't want to be alone. She remained there in his embrace in mutual silence for sometime. Andy needed to answer his question, but she was terrified of admitting it out loud. Like saying the words made it all the more real. There was no taking it back. A simple answer would change everything and she was scared that it wouldn't be for the better.

"I did," she finally admitted, muffled by his shoulder. Andy's voice was barely above a whisper as she continued. "Hades made me choose... and I chose you." She blinked her eyes a bit in shock as she admitted it out loud. "... I chose you," she reiterated once more with a soft sigh. There it was. She said it. It was out in the world and there was no way she could take it back. Her heart raced, anxiously. The nerves made her tremble, which could even be heard in her shaky breaths. Andy didn't move, scared to meet Mason's gaze.

The words made Mason draw back slightly. His arms remained around her but he was seeking her eyes. She chose him. He brought up a hand, hovering it by her, hesitant for a moment or two before brushing back some stray locks of her hair. For the longest time he had always considered himself second place and today proved it wasn't the case. Mason leaned in and kissed her with a lot more tenderness than the last time he had, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to.

Andy didn't realize she was holding her breath as he held her gaze. She had no idea how he'd react to what she said. Happy... sad? Her eyes flitted to his hand briefly before it brushed her hair behind her ear. Every moment passed like a life time as they stood there. Then, for the second time ever, his lips met hers. This time everything felt different. While in the closet it was forbidden desire, the need to try something, to know what it was like... To see what this strange thing building between them was. But then, in Mason's cabin, everything had changed. There was still passion, but it was tender and gentle.

At first Andy was in shock, but then her arms slowly tightened around him. Every kiss got deeper and more passionate. It was like with every time their lips parted to catch a breath their longing only grew. His fingers snaked their way through her hair while her hands clutched the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. He broke their connection for just a moment to look down into her eyes. The tip of his nose lightly brushed her own. So much could be said with a single glance, not a word spoken but their gazes shared unspoken words.

As Mason leaned in to press his lips to hers once more, he slowly guided them deeper into the cabin. Luckily, not much stood in their way between where everything started and his bedroom. There was shuffling and stumbling footsteps before they were stopped when Andy's back was met by the door. She gasped softly at the collision but hardly noticed it happened. Both of their minds were racing and so wrapped up in the moment they hardly noticed the temporary road block. It only allowed him to move in closer, pinning her between himself and the door.

The brief pause in momentum brought a nagging thought to the back of his mind. Things were quickly heating up and all that stood in their way was a closed door. Reluctantly and with great effort, Mason paused and withdrew a little, though he stayed close, eager to kiss her again. "We can stop whenever you want, you only have to say." He prayed she didn't, but turning out to be one of Andy's regrets would be worse and he wanted her to be comfortable. His hand ran up and down her side, waiting for some sign she understood.

Andy opened her eyes. Both of their chests heaved as she felt his warm breath caress her skin. She couldn't find the words as she felt his heart pounding just as strong as her own. She managed a brief head nod as she raised a hand to gently cup his cheek. "I know," was all she said. But she didn't stop him. She didn't want to.

Mason had an unbelievable desire for the girl and needed to slow down. Rather than leaning in to feel her lips once again, he lowered his head and kissed her neck. Andy was a lot more delicate and special than what he was used to dealing with. Mason slowly moved to her other side, his lips slowly trailing kisses from her jaw down to her collarbone. His right arm looped around her waist, pulling her closer as his other hand blindly searched for the handle to open the door.

He was constantly checking Andy was okay, even when his eyes wanted to drink in the details of her body and her lips, he kept glancing up in her eyes and caressing her. They stumbled backwards into the room, their hands hungrily tugging at each other's clothes. They never parted themselves from each other, not for a single moment until they fell into his bed.

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It was late into the morning when either of them began to stir. Andy never slept that late, but for the first time in over a year she managed to go a whole night without nightmares. As she slowly awoke, it took her a moment to realize the warmth she felt on her cheek came from Mason's skin. Her head rested on his chest, slowly moving up and down with his every breath. She tried her best not to wake him, staying exactly where she laid with her arm strewn across his abdomen. A smile slowly graced her lips as memories of their evening flooded her mind. She bit on her bottom lip, blushing slightly at the thoughts.

Like a drunken night, Mason woke slightly disorientated to find a light weight upon his chest. The picture quickly came back together and he smiled at the brunette resting upon him. He ran his fingers through her hair gently. Tentative like he wasn't sure one super charged emotional night meant he could assume anything. "Did you sleep okay?"

When she felt his fingers in her hair, Andy adjusted slightly allowing herself to stretch and adjust. "Mhmm," she hummed softly as she slowly tilted her head to look up at him.

Mason shifted carefully to a sitting position and stretched out, draping his arm around Andy so she knew he wasn’t going to flee the bed in a hurry. He was in no rush to move beyond that and leave her side. "So what social activity are you going to try drag me into today?" Andy wasn’t the active social butterfly but she did unfortunately enjoy the outdoors and not staying in one dark secluded cabin all day. Inevitably they’d have to get up.

Andy shifted with him as he moved to sit up. "I hadn't thought about it," she said with a slight blush as she leaned forward to rest her torso against her bent legs. She didn't say it, but her words hinted that her mind had been preoccupied with other thoughts. In the brief silence, her gaze drifted down, noticing faint remnants of bruises on her body from the fight a few days ago. She looked back over her shoulder at Mason who didn't look much better. The purple and blue from his nose stretched underneath his eyes. She reached out, running the tip of her thumb lightly along his bruises as a sad smiled crossed her lips. She still blamed herself.

"How about a normal day?" Normal wasn't something they encountered often at camp. So much has happened in the past couple days that Andy could use sometime to just... digest it all. Especially whatever was going on between her and Mason. It was all so new that the comfort she felt around him was coupled with anxiety. It was like she forgot how to act around him. Every touch made her heart skip a beat and she was scared of doing too much... Or perhaps, not enough.

Mason climbed out and got dressed, looking over Andy with a smirk. Not only was it a sight to behold but he didn’t remember her waiting with a bag of clothes at his cabin so it might have been the walk of shame first thing on her agenda for the day. "Don’t suppose you can turn invisible for some fresh clothes can you?" And if he was kind enough, he would have offered to go to her cabin but a part of him wanted it to be known. Let it reach Ajax’s ears through gossip.

"I mean... probably," she said with a little confusion. The thought hadn't really crossed her mind. Everyone already had their whispers about her and no doubt a good handful of camp already thought she broke Ajax's heart and was being selfish. It was far from the truth, but she didn't bother herself with whatever they gossiped about. But Andy's insecurities quickly crept in at the comment. Did he want her to go invisible? Did he want her to stay his dirty little secret?

Mason picked up her underwear, placing them on the bed for her with a much more assuring and warm smile. "I’ll be out front." He took his pack of smokes, shoving them in his pocket. As promised, Mason narrowly opened his front door and slid out, closing it behind himself to light up. He took a deep inhale in, then puffed out a cloud of smoke. Things were looking up and honestly that was a little scary. Plus there was so much unsaid and unknown territory but he wasn’t going to rush it and charge at the girl with questions and demanding to know what it meant. In turn hopefully she would do the same.

Andy tried not to let her thoughts get the best of her and smiled back at him before he left her alone in his room. She let out a soft sigh as her gaze wandered about the room. It took her a moment to get the strength to pull herself from the bed. She would have been content to stay hidden away in his room rather than face the day and camp. Her legs hung over the edge of the bed before she moved to her feet and dressed in her clothes from the night before.

As she began to head outside, Andy hesitated in the doorway. How was she supposed to act? There was the comfortable part of herself, who would have gone about it as she always had. But now there was new unexplored territory. It was unknown and nerve-racking. Her chin lightly rested on his right shoulder, before she mustered up the courage to rest her hands on his waist. This was ok, right? "You shouldn't do that," she berated him, as she usually did whenever he smoked.

Mason glanced at Andy resting on his shoulder from the corner of his eye. He looked forward again, exhaling out some more smoke and nodded. Of course she'd say that. "It helps me think." Still, he flicked the cigarette away to respect one of her wishes.

She stayed there for a few minutes, before a sigh escaped her lips and she slowly pulled away. Andy made her way to the steps of the porch, then turned back to look at him. "I probably should change and shower. I'll... meet you for breakfast?" Her voice and body language showed the nervousness she tried to hide. Andy knew how Mason could be and was scared that he might start pulling away or second guess everything. But she did her best to put on a brave smile before the nervous rambling took over. "Or not. You don't have to. You can spend time with your friends or whatever..." Her voice trailed off before she dug herself into a deeper hole.

Mason quirked up a brow. Nervous Andy wasn't the typical side he got. He took a few steps towards her. "I can meet you for breakfast. Don't stress. Just try not to take too long. You know I hate rush hour at the hall." Mason placed a kiss on her forehead. He went to leave the porch then stopped, turning on his heel to face her. "Oh and I was joking about the invisible thing. But it's up to you." He shrugged then parted ways with her. Hopefully to later see her in the hall.

Andy smiled as a sigh of relief escaped her lips. That was one stress that seemed to melt away. She brushed loose hair behind one of her ears as she nodded her head. "Ok, see you there." With that she descended the rest of the stairs and headed off down the path back towards her own cabin.

Once Mason arrived at the hall he sat on his own for the moment, getting a tray of bacon and eggs. It might have been outstanding, a dark lonely loner sitting in public on his own except this was him. Mason often selected to be alone.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Vincent Moore Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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To be fair, Cherise was also not in the mood for anything dour. As she stood on the porch with Daniel and looked into Rae's cabin, she felt like it wouldn't be a great place for her. With Sloane being there, and after all that had transpired during the trials, it seemed that she'd also be out of place - not just Daniel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

Redheads always looked like they could eat a man alive.

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

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

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

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Ethan and Heath watched as others showed up into the main hall. First was was Evelyn, who left after getting her stuff. Mason was next and then lastly Cherise, who sat where Mason sat. The two friends ate in silence and finished their breakfast.

"I am going to start looking for Iliana now. What are you going to do?"

"I think I'll start mingling with some people. Of course, I know I should be careful doing that. Not everyone appears to be in the greatest of moods." Ethan said, glancing at Sylas and Liv's table.

"Okay. I do wish you help me look, Ethan."

Ethan had a serious look on his face when he answered, "Well, I am going to honor Iliana's wishes for privacy. You know she's not going to be happy if you find her."

Heath honestly didn't care at this moment if his sister was going to be upset with him. He did admit, his own trial still loomed over his head. He had to make sure his sister was safe, and that was that.

"See you," Heath said before getting up and taking his dirty dishes to the back before leaving.

Once he got outside though, he saw Evelyn with someone's jacket on with another new face. Deciding to stay out of it, he merely walks in another direction. He figured he should go back to his cabin first to get one of Iliana's pads and pencil just in case he did end up finding her. Decision made, he went there, got her tablet, and left again. He walked around for a bit before hearing something. It sounded like a song someone was playing. Deciding to investigate, he soon sees someone he doesn't recognize either. Looks like more and more campers were starting to show up. Walking towards her, Heath is careful to not disturb her and waits for her to stop playing before addressing her. Already he can feel drawn to her and wonder why that was. He'd yet to be affected by any woman yet. He wondered who she was. Still her need to find Iliana override any other emotion. Soon the dark haired lady stopped.

"Sorry for interrupting you, but I am looking for my sister and I was wondering if you had seen her. She's 5'2" with long blonde hair and amber eyes. She would be walking around with a necklace with a dark stone on it too. Her name is Iliana."

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Sighing, Ethan looked around. He could talk with Nelly and the new girl, but he decided to let them be. Others who were there he didn't think it be a good idea to join them. So deciding to look elsewhere, he took his own dirty dishes to the back and left. He also saw Evelyn and a new guy. What just happened here? He was curious to find out, but Evelyn didn't look too happy at the moment and the last thing Ethan wanted to do was make her any more upset. Looking in another direction he saw someone coming towards the main hall and soon recognized Wesley. He never really got a chance to interact with Aphrodite's son and hoped now was a good time. Walking in his general direction he could see the guy was in a very good mood, if the look on his face was any indication. Hoping to get his attention, Ethan made sure he was in Wes' line of sight. Once he was near he greeted the man.

"Good morning. I hope I am not being a bother, but I just wanted to introduce myself to you. My name is Ethan Knox and I am Hestia's son. If your heading to the hall, mind if I accompany you? I've already ate, but I wanted to meet more of my fellow campers," Ethan introduced himself as he held out his hand.




Nelly caught the look of confusion on the new girl's face after Heath and Ethan left their table. She would have asked but the camper soon introduced herself as Julia and said her father was Zeus. Nelly's eyes lit up and soon she started talking again.

"Oh wow really?! That is so cool! You know there's two others here who are children of Zeus, but I haven't seen them at all recently. It's like they've vanished. Yesterday, some of the gods visited the camp to make us do a trial, but those two never showed up. I hope they're okay. Maybe they went up to Olympus. Sorry, I have the tendency to say my thoughts out loud when I am revved up. When did you get here Julia? I've been here for several days now. So much has already happened in that brief time. We're suppose to be getting one of Poseidon's sons today too, although I can't remember why at the moment. Is there anything you need help with?" Nelly offered, wanting to not get off on the wrong foot with this new one.

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Theo stirred awake at the unusually loud sound of birds chirping. The sunlight struck him in the face as he pried his eyes open, realizing he had fallen asleep on his balcony. That would make for a nice morning for his back. They might be demigods, but sleeping sitting up still wasn't the best idea. Theo stood up slowly, twisting and turning to stretch his back out. Through the trees, he could already see people making their way to the mess hall. He wasn't exactly sure he was ready to face people this morning. It would be more relaxing for him to post up in a tree somewhere around his cabin and hunt himself some breakfast. Grabbing his bow, Theo scanned the area for a good vantage point. He picked a clearing just around the corner from his cabin and climbed a tree just near the edge of it. A couple of minutes passed, a bird... no, a squirrel... no. Theo absentmindedly passed on several animals until a duck came waddling along towards the creek nearby. The arrow whistled through the air, finding its mark like usual. Theo collected his game and make quick work of the process of preparing it and cooking it. He kept it simple, just some salt and butter, sliced into strips. The duck had been a nice size, but Theo ate it all anyway.

After his meal, Theo made his way down the path to the training area. He felt a lump rising in his throat as he walked past the arena, steering well clear of any thoughts that might compel him to go back in there today. Not much further, and Theo arrived at his favorite spot. He set the machine that spit out the flying projectiles to give him sixty targets at varying speeds, took his place across the field, and waited for the little training exercise to start. The first one entered the air and fell with an arrow through the center before it ever hit the peak of its arc into the sky, then the second, then the third. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Theo caught his rhythm quickly. It didn't matter what direction the disks went in. There was no escaping Theo's arrow. This had always been his most peaceful moments at camp, training alone, doing what he was best at. He could almost smile, even with everything going on in his life. Mostly though, all the ease of the bow and arrow warmup did was remind Theo that there were other things that he could get better at. He didn't ever want to be caught off guard like he was in his trial. Becoming more well rounded as a warrior was a necessity.

Theo made his way over to a small hut that he had never really used before. Walking in, he saw the broad wooden table laid out before him. It was carved to be a replica of camp, hills and valleys and trees and buildings and all the other little things that comprised their home. It was actually pretty impressive. There were also several small pieces scattered across the table meant to represent all the different good and bad roles that could be played in a battle. Theo picked up the small wooden bow meant to represent demigods of his lineage, examining it. There were a few pieces for each lineage, some they didn't even have at camp at the time. A lightning bolt for Zeus, a pair of winged shoes for Hermes, two spears crossed over a shield for Ares. He felt that it was important to revisit his failure in the trial. What could he have done differently? Battle strategy was something he had not put too much thought into. He had never had to before. Theo had always just gone where he had to in order to shoot as many enemies as possible. Theo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he focused on remembering all the traumatic details of his trial. He could see it as clear as day, probably would always be able to. He went to work, setting up the battle piece by piece. It took a few minutes, and as he finished up, he stood there taking it all in. He needed to see it, all the parts. He had to train his brain to understand how it could all work together to win any future battles.. or wars.

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Wes didn't have any real goals in mind other than food. He completely forgot to eat dinner after the trials, as probably most campers did. They were all reoccupied with more important things than worrying about food. And while he didn't notice it the night before, he felt it now as he walked towards the main hall. Just the thought of breakfast made his stomach growl in angst, screaming that he wasn't moving quick enough.

Something that definitely wasn't high on his lists of priorities was getting sidelined by someone he didn't know. Why did it seem like every time he wanted to go get something to eat someone had to stop him? Did he really look like the type of person who wanted to be bugged constantly? Maybe he needed to ask Mason about pointers on how to scowl constantly or get a resting bitch face. It was becoming quickly apparent to Wes over the past couple days that he must appear too friendly.

Either way, it was too late to put on a resting bitch face now. The boy beelined right over to him, similarly to how Nelly did the other day. There was no pretending it was meant for someone else. Wes sighed, slowing his pace to a halt as the guy came up to him. "Good morning. I hope I am not being a bother, but I just wanted to introduce myself to you. My name is Ethan Knox and I am Hestia's son. If you're heading to the hall, mind if I accompany you? I've already ate, but I wanted to meet more of my fellow campers."

Wes's brows furrowed a bit as Ethan addressed him. He thought everyone was supposed to be grumping around today. The last thing on his mind would be introducing himself to people who just watched his worst nightmares play out the day before. To be honest, he couldn't remember the guy's trial to save his life. Wes was little preoccupied with other trials. There was a handful of things he found a bit off about the whole encounter. He couldn't say anyone has ever sought him out to meet him, nor have they offered to go back somewhere they didn't need to go to get to know him. A day of firsts all around apparently.

"Uh, hi?" Wes said, a bit confused, still trying to figure out how to react about the whole situation. "I'm Wes." That was a sufficient introduction. His last name was irrelevant and everyone knew that everyone was a demigod. He didn't really care which asshole brought everyone into being, nor did he think it matter which asshole birthed him.

His gaze drifted over to the main hall. Sure, Wes could lie, say he wasn't going to the main hall, but then his stomach would probably eat itself. With a sigh, Wes shrugged his shoulders. "Sure," was all he said before he continued onward to the main hall. He didn't check to see if Ethan followed or not because his mind was focused on food and food alone. Honestly, he would have thought people around there would have better things to do than wonder after him getting to know him. Wes was one of the least exciting people at camp.

Wes entered the main hall and filled up a plate of just... everything. Anything that he saw and looked good, he added to the heap. He also grabbed himself a tall glass of milk and some toast before taking a seat at an empty table. His ass was barely in the seat before he started shoveling it in. Gods, did it feel good to finally eat.




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Sloane was trying to grab Rocco's leash when the door to Liam's cabin opened. She froze right where she stood, a lump growing in her throat. There he was. She thought he was in Tartarus and she expected him to be there much longer than a day, yet he stood right before her. The dog seemed overjoyed to have his owner back and even with everything racing in her head, Sloane had to stop herself from rushing over to him and hugging him.

She didn't know how she felt after everything. A large part of Sloane felt guilty. Guilty for dragging him into her problems and what those problems did to him. Her presence in his life has done nothing but made him miserable. It had driven Liam to nearly killing Sylas, dragging everyone into the trials and getting himself thrown into Tartarus. If she hadn't stepped into his life none of that would have happened and she knew that. She knew Rae was right, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

Then there was another part of her that worried she was trading one monster for another. She didn't think Liam had the capacity to be even a fraction of a monster as Sylas but seeing his rage the morning before and in the trial, along with his trial would cause anyone to pause. She had only spent a couple days with him, but her time with him he never laid a hand on her or hurt her... Beyond the stupid things boys say, but that can happen with any male, good or not.

Sloane found herself more conflicted than ever before as she stood mere feet in front of Liam. There were so many things she wanted to do or say, but neither of them did anything. It was just a heavy awkward silence holding each others gaze. He looked hurt which only twisted her gut more. What had she done? Leaving wasn't the answer... But that was what Sloane did. She never let people close to her and at any sign that she may get hurt, she pulls away. But in doing that she might have hurt him.

Just as she parted her lips to perhaps say something, Liam looked away. "Thanks." Then without meeting her gaze again, he took his dog, turned around and closed the door... Shutting her out.

That one movement took all words from her, knocking the wind right out of her chest. She had done it, intentionally or not, she pushed him away. Sloane inhaled a shaky breath, trying to remain composed as her heart sank. She wanted to cry, but the masochistic part of herself chastised her for her own self pity. What did she expect would happen? As Rae had said, she was the common denominator. So, in Sloane's mind, the only way to make it better was to remove herself from the equation. Maybe... maybe it was for the best. Maybe now Liam's life could go back to normal and Sylas would leave him alone.

It's unknown how long Sloane stood there staring at the shut door like a discarded pet. But eventually, she somehow managed the courage to turn her back to his cabin. She took a deep breath before descending the stairs. I will not cry, she kept telling herself. Once her feet hit the dirt she looked from left to right trying to decide what to do next.

Sloane chose a direction and started walking. It was a camp after all. There had to be more empty cabins somewhere for new arrivals, so that is exactly what she'd do. Rather than bouncing from one person to another making her problems theirs, she'd suck it up and deal with the hell she's put herself in on her own. So she continued down the path, walking past occupied cabins and wandering deeper into the forest. Once or twice she thought she might have been out of luck, but eventually she stumbled upon a small cluster of cabins that look like they hadn't been touched in a decade. They were small, more like Andy's cabin, not the mini mansion like the Valises had. They looked to have a singular room with a bathroom off the back. Sloane didn't need more. After all, it was just her.

All of the cabins looked a little worse for the wear, but that didn't bother Sloane. Maybe before she came to camp she would have sneered at the thought of having to fix something up and get her hands dirty. But now, the manual labor might do her good, help clear her mind. With a sigh, she walked towards the one that looked to be in the best condition and set her bag down on the small porch. "Just needs a bit of cleaning," she told herself as opened the door. It wasn't nearly as bad on the inside as it was outside, just a layer of dust. It was small, quaint and forgotten... A match made in heaven by Sloane's accord.

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Laying alone and watching Wes go, she grunted a little. Yesterday as a whole seemed bizarre and there were lots of thoughts and feelings rushing to be in first place. But, it was her own suggestion to get the show on the roll. She sprang out of the covers and pulled one of his jumpers on that were nicely oversized on her, with underwear underneath and headed to her cabin. Then she’d go about breakfast and talking to Theo. About what? She wasn't entirely sure. Some form of closure she supposed mixed with pep talk.

Trinity showered, changed, and was off to the races, starting with Theo's cabin though the chances of him actually being in his own cabin were slim. The guy would always rather be out and about, hunting or playing sentry. She knocked on his cabin and waited, shifting from foot to foot. Patience and stillness wasn't her strong suit. She knocked again. Theo couldn't have predicted her visit but it didn't stop her from wanting to barge down the door and search for him herself.

After waiting long enough in her books, which made a solid 10 seconds, she turned and headed to the hall. Worse than a daughter of Ares was a hangry one so she was doing the world a favour. But she didn't even really want food, she wanted to work out. Burn off the spark that would grow to a raging flame. Murder her insecurities and doubts and most of yesterday really.

Her pace turned to a jog, then sprint. While not equipped or dressed for the occasion, it was only reality. Because when adversaries came, you didn't have time to hit pause and get warmed up and in the right gear. She took herself through the woods, branches and the woods' floor serving as obstacles to hurdle or duck under while keeping her footing and trying not to compromise speed too much. She summoned a backwards 'c' shaped blade while airborne, something short ranged that her knuckled seemed to mold into for grip, silver threatening to carve anyone ahead , and plunged it down on a thick log.

Trinity's heart raced with adrenaline unsure what compelled her to certain actions. Normally she was somewhat in control and decisive about what she wanted to do when feeling pent up but she ran and burst like under threat. She yanked her lodged blade and fist out of timber. Maybe she should sit for a while.

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After her first encounter had vanished back into the forest Veronica had simply laid back against the column she’d used earlier, settled down in the shade while the sun continued to rise and returned to playing her guitar in hand.

”Them gods gonna hurt you son, you'll be sorry for what you done. You'll be sorry for what you done.”
Her fingers slowed as she finished the final notes of the song, with the fading vibration of the strings matching that of her voice drifting into silence. Tightening her lips she began to hum a sweet melody with her fingers resting on the wire, ready to join in when they stilled at the sight of an approaching figure.


“Sorry for interrupting you, but I am looking for my sister and I was wondering if you had seen her. She's 5'2" with long blonde hair and amber eyes. She would be walking around with a necklace with a dark stone on it too. Her name is Iliana.”

What was it about this place where all the guys were towering over her? Admittedly she’d only encountered two of them so far, but it was quickly developing into a pattern, though, given that they were all the children of gods it was probably expected. Even within the privicy of her own head she couldn't keep up the pretence of her annoyance at the other demigods height, especially since it was pure hyperbole on the part of her inner monologue. Her reasoning was already berating her for decribing them as 'towering' since it was was already an over exaggeration for the half a foot difference between them.

She could feel her brow furrowing as she replayed the newcomer’s words back, having become a little lost in her own thoughts. And something seemed to be nagging at her but she couldn’t quite place it and it was driving her mad. She knew she’d have this feeling rattling around her skull till she made sense of it, but whatever it was the cause was just out of her grasp.

She waved a dismissive hand to brush aside his apology before speaking.

”Don’t be, it’s fine. Though I can’t say I’ve seen her, sorry.”

Setting her guitar down she hopped up onto her feet and held out her hand towards him doing her best to flash a warm smile.

”I’m Veronica, my friends call me V, or at least they would if I had any friends.” The tone of her introduction shifted towards a more jovial, somewhat self-deprecating one near the end of her sentence in an attempt to break the ice.

”You do sound worried though, is everything ok with your sister?”
Her tone had become a little more serious as it filled with concern when she spoke again.

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Ethan was quick to notice Wes' demeanor as he introduced himself. It helped that he used to being around people and met different types. Looks like he goofed up in assuming Wes wouldn't mind him talking with him. Ethan might have been a bit too eager in his own introduction.

Wes soon spoke to him again, saying "Sure" in response to when Ethan asked if he could join him.

The man then walked away in silence and Ethan followed him, aware that he wouldn't stay long. He wanted for Wes to get his food and sit down before joining him.

"Hey, sorry. I guess my greeting was pretty sudden. I am also trying to keep the mood light because I don't want to think about yesterday. So I'll let you eat in peace."

He would have left, but then suddenly thought of something.

"Can I ask one last thing though, I know you've met my friend's sister, Iliana. She currently wants to be on her own, but her brother Heath is looking for her because he's worried about her. If you could keep an eye out for her, that be nice. Oh, you don't have to watch over her though, I wouldn't ask that of anyone. Anyway, you have a nice day Wes."

With a smile on his face, Ethan left the main hall again.

"Okay, now what do I do? Maybe I'll just walk around a bit, hopefully I'll bump into someone," he said talking to himself.

Decision made, Ethan just started wondering around, all the while keeping an eye out for Iliana, but he doubt she would anywhere near people.

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Heath was relieved when the brunette started talking. He knew it was a long shot that she probably saw Iliana, but it was worth asking. Soon the young woman introduced herself as Veronica. Heath raised an eyebrow when she mentioned she didn't have any friends. She was being honest too. He couldn't help but feel bad for her. Still he figured he better introduce himself also.

"Nice to meet you Veronica. My name is Heath Taylor, I am a son of Athena."

Veronica then asked him if everything was okay with his sister.

"Everything isn't okay. I guess you're a new arrival huh? Yesterday the gods showed up and put us all through a trial because something happened. We basically had to see our worst fears or hidden past. Iliana had to relive the death of her father and another experience that left her traumatized and mute."

For some reason, Heath found himself rambling on and couldn't seem to stop.

"Iliana is actually my adopted sister. She actually didn't remember those memories until yesterday and it devastated her. She left this morning before I woke up. While she did leave a note, I still worry what she'll do. Oh, sorry to dump this on you. I am still on edge from yesterday myself due to my own trial. You're fortunate to have arrived when you did. I'll leave you to your playing. You're pretty good."

Heath blushed a bit because of how much he rambled to a complete stranger. It had to be Veronica. There was just something about her that had Heath talking so much.

"Anyway, again, I am sorry for rambling. If I am being honest, I do feel a bit drawn to you. Do you mind telling me who your divine parent is? Normally I am more control of my emotions."

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Iliana walked into a forest area. The sounds of nature did calm her, but her mind was still filled with her memories and thoughts. She had started chiding herself for being a coward. She was aware she was running from her problems, but what else could she do? She was a danger to everyone here. Anything could set her off. She found herself tearing up again as a gentle rain started to fall in her area. She honestly didn't know what she was going to do. She felt lost, that's the biggest thing she felt.

As she continued to walk, she looked up into the sky and wondered what her mother was doing. She wish she was here now, but no, her mother was a busy woman. Why couldn't she be more like Demeter? Her mother was an emotional woman but she complete control of her powers, at least as far as Iliana could see. She had tried so hard, and almost managed to be like her mother, but no, she was a complete failure. Her thoughts soon led her to think of Heath. She wouldn't be surprised if he tried looking for her. Heath might be good at hiding his emotions from most people, but being empathic Iliana could tell he was concerned. She'd rather he not waste him time worrying about her. From his own trial, Iliana remembered how he feared losing her. While Iliana wish she could disappear, she was too much of a coward to take her own life for she feared what the ramifications of that would be.

Finally stopping, Iliana looked up into the trees. Wanting to make sure no one could find her, Iliana started climbing one of the trees. The tree she climbed had thick foliage so she hope no one would be able to see her. She finally stopped as she neared the thinner branches, well, they would be too thin to hold her. Sitting in the tree, she looked out at the scenery and again felt some semblance of peace.

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Laying on that motel bed, Veera could only think about the camp. Her father’s map that she held above her head, studying it, was making her stomach twist in nerves. The closer she gets to the truth of her heritage, potentially having siblings and meeting others like her, coupled with only recently learning that everything depicted of the greek gods was in fact reality and her father . . . was one of them. Needless to say, it was a jumbled mix of emotions for her. The nerves were from learning about her own kind but the simmering annoyance that irked her was stemming from learning about her father. She turned over, clenching the map to her chest and furrowing her brows. How do you think that type of news was supposed to make a person feel? “Tch, asshole.” she grumpily whispered to no one, in particular, that was there but the dust and mice. With another grumble, Veera pushed herself up from the bed, taking a swig or two from her water bottle.

No matter how she felt in the moment, there were more pressing matters to attend to so with that vee shook off the feeling if only for the moment, and threw the remainder of her items that laid around the room into her satchel. Pulling her arm up to sight, she glanced at the watch on her wrist. It read 8:15 pm. If she left now she’d be at camp in a handful of hours if she wanted, but thinking about it, vee wouldn’t mind a couple of more hours to herself to relax before she officially accepted everything that was happening to her wasn’t just a dream. Going through the motions of pulling on her jacket and satchel, she grabbed her keys last and exited through the front door. Whatever faced her next, she was ready for it. Or so she told herself. After checking out and returning her room key to the nice old man in the front, Veera got on her motorcycle with renewed energy and tore across the country roads. She had comfort in knowing that she still had some time to herself, but just the thought of having a father who was godly kept tugging at her annoyance. Why did he have to have me? Then let me and my mother live like that!? Actually . . . no, she wasn’t mad about that. What was really getting on her nerves was the fact that he let someone like her lose on the earth without guidance or a lick of who she is or what she’s capable of. She’s hurt people for god's sake but she guesses they don’t care about that. She’s read the stories about the gods, to her they held half-truths and way worse than what she’s been through. “Whatever it is . . . “ she began, “FUCK YOU! YOU DON’T DEFINE ME!” she yelled into the night, hoping it made some sort of difference but it was only temporary relief. When all she got was silence in return, she relaxed a little into her seat. She didn’t really know if hearing anything back was a good or bad thing but whatever happens, she wasn’t going to run away.

The low powerful hum of her bike mixed with the wind in her ears, chittering bugs and chirping bats above made for lovely music to the ears. With hair whipping in the wind, goggles secured and no helmet, a certain calm is always bestowed upon vee whenever she gets to ride on her bike. As the night consumed the sun in lively sound, it left behind only the moon and stars to guide her thoughts and ways tonight.

After a few hours of uninterrupted and peaceful riding, Veera’s mind ended up wandering off again, this time to her mother. Back in her letter, sent earlier in the week, she mentioned that she was doing fine. Not one sign of the mafia men, though they still collected taxes. It was alright though because Veera split all the earrings she saved up from her fights with her mother. It should be enough to keep her afloat for a decent while longer. Her grandfather was dying though, her mother waited until she was out of the country to break the news to her over letter so vee wouldn’t change her mind about seeking out her truth. Atsuko was mentioned too. The young woman visits her mother whenever she can, to help around. A smile crosses her lips. Atsuko was always too kind, it was sad that she grew up in that type of life but Veera was happy to have had the time that she had with her. A little bit of unrequited love, or something that just didn’t have the time to blossom fully, who knew at this point. She just cherishes the fond and tender moments now.

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It was pretty late when Veera got to her spot. The point in her journey where she couldn’t just ride her bike everywhere. Instead, she marked her entry point on the map and began walking it through the forest that she had to trek in order to get to the camp. With the headlight on to illuminate her way and the soft tune of her radio to keep her company, she got just about two hours into her walk before she decided to ditch her bike. Well, not so much ditch as it was hiding it in case the camp didn’t allow them there. Honestly, it would have hurt more to have her bike denied when she got there than knowing it was safe somewhere she could easily retrieve it.

Burning away a piece of the rope that held her katana securely to her bike with her fingertips, she slung it over her shoulder and grabbed a few trinkets from the back compartment. Those she stuffed in her satchel, along with a flashlight she kept in her hand. The new beacon of light to guide her, for now. As she made her way through the foliage, Vee remembered her grandfather saying many times before, “a quiet forest was a dangerous one”. Lucky for her, everything was alive. About two hours into her walk she decided to make camp as she was fairly close to her destination. At one point while gathering wood she thought she heard . . . voices? Maybe it was the prolonged exposure to the night with only a small light to guide her that had her hearing things or the excitement and nerves that she felt.


The fire she made was roaring, the only reason she uses a flashlight instead of her abilities. It was warm enough to make her sweat though. Funny thing is, her skin was fireproof. She knew that by now but she could feel the heat to a certain extent. Found it pretty handy that she was her own personal lighter too. Shedding a few layers including her jacket and white shirt, only slightly dirty from the dust and dirt, Veera made herself comfortable with only her sports bra on. She always ran hot, especially at night. Sitting crisscrossed, she set her folded clothes to the side, took a deep and calming breath, and pressed her fist to her open palm in front of her. It was a nice night, and vee took advantage of that. Meditating was almost like her joyrides, it helped calm her, especially when her nerves are the way they are tonight. It was also good in helping keep your head on straight. Think clearer.

By morning she’d make her way towards the camp and . . . do what exactly? Confront her father? Very much to her dismay, there is a possibility he could be there. Why did she feel like she needed to prove something to him? Why did he bug her so bad . . . “damned old man,” she mumbled again, this time with eyes closed and fist still pressed to hand, releasing a deep breath.

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Daybreak arrived a little too early for what Veera would have liked but she made do with it. Maybe drinking half a pint of whiskey before bed last night wasn’t a good idea? No, she’s done it before and burned the alcohol off within the hour. It was probably staying up into the late hours watching twilight on her phone until it died. Yeah, twilight she knows, but she lives for the cheesy romance, and Carlisle Cullen. Bite her, no pun intended.

Veera started off by chugging the rest of the water that she had and some stretching. Nothing like some exercise in the morning to get the blood flowing or at least that’s how she looked at it. For breakfast, she munched on some jerky and a granola bar that was a little too melted for her liking but it’s all she had at the moment. It still wasn’t enough to satisfy her though. Halfway towards the camp, after packing up her things, she already burned off that food, her stomach growing every few steps and so. Ughhh, I need real food! Temporarily defeated, a big sigh escaped her lips and her pace slowed.

Anyone could see that Veera was stalling, at least a little bit but eventually, that had to end. It wasn’t that much further now, another fifteen minutes or so according to the time and her map. She couldn’t possibly just camp out here forever . . . maybe she could upgrade to a hovel? Thinking about it, it wasn’t a bad idea. Become some old witch with her own little hut helping the occasional lost traveler. She smiled at the thought. Was it selfish? Dreaming of a little slice of her own freedom without having to think or worry about anyone. A part of her thinks it isn’t but a big part of her feels wrong if she did.

As vee approached the camp, she looked out and saw decrepit cabins. As she got closer there was a sudden feeling, a weird tingle from her head to her toes but it was gone by the time she abruptly stopped walking. A couple of seconds tops. What was that? Looking around and behind her, there was a sense of curiosity. Did I just . . . cross something? She couldn’t see anything but she definitely felt something, whatever it was could wait. She’d just have to remember to ask about it later on.

Walking towards the front of the cabins, Veera honestly didn’t think she’d bump into anyone yet, or at least she was weary of it, but of course, as soon as she turned the corner she saw a shadow by one of the open doors to a cabin. She hesitated in her next step but only for a second because it didn’t take long for her to make up her mind in situations like these. Tightening her grip on the strap of her satchel she skipped up the short steps, not realizing how fast she was actually taking them until a smaller figure emerged from the door. Veera had no choice but to stop on her tiptoes as fast as she could in order to not run into this woman in front of her. “Oh crap, I’m sorry! Almost took us both out there.” Taking a step back so she wasn’t all in her space vee got a good look at the girl. She was adorable with doe-like eyes and . . . a bit dusty, just a mark on her forehead. Cute.

“I didn’t think I’d run into anyone so fast, I’m Veera. Is this the camp . . .” she trailed off for a second. Was it really safe to say demi-gods? Or would she look at her like she was crazy? With no other way popping into her mind at the moment to phrase it without saying the words, Veera just pointed in between herself and the woman. “. . . for people like us?” A thought suddenly hit her, vee reached into her bag and pulled out her map. “This was my fathers map . . . It’s how I found this place. I just want to make sure I didn’t stumble upon the wrong place or sound crazy. . . things have been a lot of that lately.'' Veera shifted her eyes down to her hands, reflecting on her own troubles for a moment. When she looked back up though, vee smiled her stupid bright grin, peaking slightly over the girl's shoulder into the cabin curiously. “Working hard, huh?“

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As far as Veronica was concerned this conversation was already off to a much more positive introduction than her earlier one, to the point where she thought she might not be entirely awkward during it. Though she could already feel her self-directed jibe had perhaps been taken a little too seriously as she watched the boy’s reaction, maybe she should have just gone for the full quote for the joke to land better?

At least it had been until moments after they’d shook hands, when her question registered with Heath and he seemed to implode with bottled-up emotions that must have been buried inside since the creation of the universe. She kept picturing herself being blown away into the distance as she stood there, slightly shell-shocked, weathering his outpour of emotion. However as soon as the thought of “Team Rocket Blasting Off Again” entered her brain she had to lift her hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle a giggle; which felt entirely and outrageously inappropriate for the current topic of deep emotional trauma that was going on.

Parts of the events that Heath was expanding upon were definitely rather personal and perhaps not something to unload onto a perfect stranger, though there was certainly something familiar about some of it. However his Scottish accent kept distracting from piecing it together. As Heath slowly wound down she could tell he was feeling a little embarrassed as his cheeked reddened alongside his hurried apology.

”I’ve just got one of those faces, where people rush to share their innermost secrets.”

When she spoke, there was a faint tone of joviality in her voice as her laughter hadn’t fully died. She accompanied this with another warm smile in an attempt to pretend she was trying to laugh at her own joke, rather than anything he'd said; which was true despite the fact she had started laughing halfway through his outpour. Though it was quickly followed up by a blush of her own as she picked up on his praise for her music.

”Th-Thank, you. Fortunate might not be my word for it, but I can’t really go back to relaxing since I’d be worried about you, and Lia.” As soon as the word left her lips she furrowed her brow again, tilting her head to one side. It felt a little too familiar for someone she clearly didn’t know, but at the same time it felt right? Shrugging her shoulders, mostly for herself she turned from the boy so she could quickly slide her guitar back into it’s case along with her sketchpad before slinging it over her shoulder. ”So, I’ll keep you company and help you search, four eyes better than two and all that. And, maybe you can fill me in a little more about Camp? Deal?”

As she stepped forward, she caught his next apology, doing her best with both hands to wave it aside and confirm that there was nothing to be sorry for. Though as she was moving past Heath she caught the end of sentence. She could feel her face tightening into a grimace as she visibly winced. Her facial features twitching slightly as her head tilted to the side and her fingers clenched into fists for a moment. Her eyes closed while she took a deep breath, doing her best to push back the emotions vying for her attention. Thankfully she was mostly turned away from him so her reaction wasn't entirely visible. Veronica reopened her eyes and swung back to face him, making sure to clear her throat before replying.

”That… would be Aphrodite, which covers you being as loose-lipped as you’ve been I’d guess. People tend to be a little less ‘careful’ around me, so I’m normally careful to not be around them. Call it doing them a favour. Better that, than watching the football team try to re-enact tribal courting rituals, complete with blood and chest thumping.”

She flashed Heath a lopsided grin while she hugged herself, her hands resting on her upper arms a little self-consciously.

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Halfway through shoving an entire pancake in his mouth, Wes looked up to see Ethan trailing behind, making his way to the table. "Hey, sorry. I guess my greeting was pretty sudden. I am also trying to keep the mood light because I don't want to think about yesterday. So I'll let you eat in peace."

Wes sighed softly, realizing his greeting was less than friendly. It wasn't that he was in a bad mood. On the contrary, considering the previous day's events he was nearly giddy. But that didn't mean his trial didn't loom around his head like some shitty hangover. He was trying his best to ignore it and focus on some of the better things that came out of the day, one in particular. But that wasn't Ethan's business. And to be honest, he really was hungry.

"I get it. I don't know if anyone really wants to think about yesterday. I'm just really not in the friendliest of moods right now." He then stabbed his fork down in whatever piece of food was next. "I have a one track mind and I haven't eaten since before the trials."

Ethan went to leave and Wes shoveled another bite in. Mid chew, the son of Hestia pivoted, looking to want to say one more thing before parting. "Can I ask one last thing though?" Wes looked like a chipmunk with food stuffed in his cheeks as he chewed. He couldn't answer without half spitting his food at the guy, so he simply nodded his head.

"I know you've met my friend's sister, Iliana. She currently wants to be on her own, but her brother Heath is looking for her because he's worried about her. If you could keep an eye out for her, that be nice. Oh, you don't have to watch over her though, I wouldn't ask that of anyone." Wes gave a thumbs up, which happened to be the best answer at the moment. "Anyway, you have a nice day Wes."

Wes nodded his head and saluted Ethan as he turned to leave. Now alone, or relatively, he looked around the hall as he continued to eat. There wasn't as many people there as he would have thought. But there was one glaring absence... The Valises. He couldn't deny that he was a little pissed that the children of Zeus got out of the trials while the rest of them had to partake. Drama at camp had been at an all time high, but Alex and Ajax were not innocent. Alex nearly killed Andy a few nights ago, not to mention the numerous fights they've gotten into with Mason. The son of Hades did his time in a trial, so should the Zeus duo.

He chugged half his glass of milk before proceeding to eat like a slob. Wes's mind couldn't help but wonder back to the trials. He tried his best not to think about the worst of it, but instead focused on what Poseidon had said. His son was supposed to arrive today... Along with continuing training. Wes groaned to himself as he halfheartedly stabbed at food, but this time didn't eat it. That's all he needed, to be over stuffed and barfing all over the place during training.

With a sigh, he pushed his plate away before leaning back in his chair. Wes was definitely not in the mood to train, not like he ever was. But if anything, his trial made him feel even more inadequate when it came to combat. He didn't feel up to the task of failing in front of the entire camp... again. He couldn't fight. Everyone at camp knew it. So, why put him through more hell just to prove that he is a hinderance rather than a help?




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It was odd. Sloane had never been on her own before. Not fully. She lived with her brother and father in Russia, then in Manhattan. There was a time she stayed with her mother. Then at camp it was Sylas, then Liam and then Rae for a night... And now, she stood before a dusty forgotten cabin, alone. She had no one but herself to blame. But, she was going to try her best not to wallow in self pity, at least for an hour or two.

Being on her own could do her good. Maybe she could find herself again. It seemed like she's been a ghost of her former self for years. Sloane had been working to get back to normal for awhile. Between a heart break that spun her whole world upside down and then Sylas's monstrous nature that slowly came to the surface, she just closed in on herself. It was easier to handle the pain, emotional and physical, when she put on a tough outward shell and repressed her feelings so deep inside that even she couldn't find them.

Sloane's mind started to wander as she started opening blinds and removing dust cloths from the furniture inside the cabin. Her emotions weren't as buried deep as she had previously thought. Or maybe camp... or Liam, brought them out of her. She couldn't quite figure out which. But since her time at camp, she has cried more than she had in the past couple years. Sloane wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad one. She used to be so good at repressing everything. And now... Now she was in a strange limbo somewhere between the old Sloane and whatever the hell she has been for the past couple of years.

Between busying herself and lost thoughts, Sloane didn't hear anyone approaching. It was an easy mistake to make, thinking she was alone. This part of camp looked like it hadn't been visited in months, if not longer. She scooped up all the cloths she pulled from the furniture. She started bundling up the fabric, sneezing as all the dust flew into the air. Just as she stepped out the door she was met by someone else. The girl came to an abrupt stop while Sloane stumbled backwards when her heel clipped the threshold. She managed to steady herself but nearly lost her balance and bundle of blankets in the process. "Oh crap, I’m sorry! Almost took us both out there."

The girl took a step back, giving Sloane enough room to adjust her hold on the cloths and get stable footing. To the best of her knowledge she had never see the stranger before. Sure, Sloane wasn't the most social of campers, but she liked to think she was good with faces. And while half of the campers might not know who she was... or at least didn't before the trials, she paid enough attention to get idea about everyone else. Perhaps the girl was new?

Sloane looked her over similarly as the girl sized her up. She was a little taller and definitely looked like more of a fighter. She couldn't help but notice the katana at the stranger's side. Anywhere else in the world seeing that might have made her nervous, but here at camp, it was far from strange. Sure, she could have been up to something worse, maybe some sick trick of Sylas's. At this point, Sloane couldn't care less. She was tired of always having her guard up, so if this girl was sent by her brother then so be it. She might not have been the best judge of character, but she didn't think the girl meant any harm.

"I didn’t think I’d run into anyone so fast, I’m Veera. Is this the camp..." Veera's voice trailed off as she seemed to search for the appropriate words. Meanwhile, Sloane took a step to the side of her new company and set the pile of dusty blankets down on the small porch. "...for people like us?"

Sloane's brows furrowed as she tried to catch the girl's meaning. "Like us?"

Veera then started to dig around in her bag until she brought out a map. "This was my fathers map... It’s how I found this place. I just want to make sure I didn’t stumble upon the wrong place or sound crazy... things have been a lot of that lately."

Sloane studied the girl's face for a moment before taking a half step forward to look down at the paper. To be honest, Sloane wasn't the best when it came to geography. So looking at a map to confirm or deny anything wasn't going to go well. Luckily, after scanning the page for a few moments, she caught some Greek writing that spelled out 'Camp Athens'. She raised her hand to point her index finger at the writing. "You're looking for Camp Athens?" she asked, more rhetorically than anything.

There wasn't a Camp Athens 101 course when anyone arrived, but Sloane was almost certain that there was some sort of magical barrier around camp. There had to be a reason the Gods sent their kids here to be safe and train. If that was the case, then Veera couldn't have just stumbled onto this place by accident. "So, you're a demigod then?" Sure, it might not be the best question to just ask anyone. She didn't have to answer. It was kind of self explanatory if she had a map to the camp. But if, somehow, Veera was in the wrong place, Sloane could wipe the memory before the girl knew what hit her.

After a moment or two, Sloane picked up one of the dust covered cloths and began to shake it out and beat it against the porch railing. Nothing said she couldn't talk and be productive.

"Working hard, huh?" Veera asked with a chipper smile while she looked past Sloane into the cabin.

"Uh... yeah," Sloane laughed awkwardly as she folded the first blanket. "I needed a new cabin... Well, new to me anyway." She smiled, or at least gave her best attempt at a smile. It usually was just a small tug at the corner of her mouth, but it was genuine either way. "But I'm sure they have nicer ones for new campers. I think these have long since been forgotten," she said while nodding her head to the few other run down cabins that took up that small area of the woods.

When she finished folding, Sloane hung the fabric over her left forearm, holding it to her torso. "I'm Sloane, by the way," she said while offering Veera an extended right hand. It might have seemed a bit formal, but growing up a politician's daughter handshakes as greetings became the norm.



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Surprisingly, Andy didn't encounter or cross any other campers on her way to her cabin. Thankfully. It wasn't that she regretted what transpired the night before, but that didn't mean she wanted it sent off on the gossip train first thing in the morning. It would get around eventually, but she'd prefer that happen after her and Mason figure out... Whatever was going on between them. She feared that anything could set it off course. Up until last night their relationship has been rocky, and while they may seem on the same page, that didn't mean it couldn't still be touchy.

Once inside, she wasted no time stripping down and hopping into the shower. The hot water seemed to do miracles. Andy was still sore form her encounter with Alex and it always seemed to be worse in the morning. The warmth helped loosen her muscles and numb some of the discomfort. But showers always were a bit therapeutic too. In there, alone, her mind could mull over the past day... The Gods, the trials... Mason.

Her right hand rubbed the back of neck as thoughts of the night before plagued her mind. Never had Andy thought that anything like that would have happened... but it did. She could remember it all. She could relive every moment of it. Her pulse started to quicken as she stood beneath the shower head. It all replayed in her mind like a movie. Her thoughts could have ran away with it if she let it, but almost out of reflex, she quickly grabbed the faucet handle and made the water ice cold. "Shit," Andy hissed, forcing herself to stay in the stream of the bitter water.

The temperature change was more than enough to hurry Andy along with her shower. Once she was clean, she wrapped herself in a towel and headed back into her room. For the first time in who knows how long, she was second guessing every outfit choice. What the hell was going on with her? He had seen her in pajamas, nice clothes and casual clothes, from near death to life. Why the hell did it matter what she wore? Before Andy could overthink that decision too, she pulled on whatever outfit her hands were on. She wasn't trying to impress anyone... Right?

Just before she headed out of her cabin, she side stepped in front of the mirror to brush her wet locks back from her face. As she was about to leave, her gaze fell to the reflection of her arms. Along her shoulders and collarbone there was still a yellowish tint of bruises fading from the other night at the bonfire. Just thinking about it made Andy wince, remembering the pain of the lightning bolt. The thought that someone else had seen her like this... naked, made her cringe. She forgot what it was like to be self conscious about her appearance. Her face saddened slightly as she grabbed a cardigan and pulled it on.

Andy finally exited her cabin feeling a little bit refreshed. She started to make her way toward the main hall when she saw a blonde sprint through the woods past her with weapon in hand. "Trinity?" she asked confused. Her voice was a mumbled whisper, so there was no way anyone actually heard her, especially not the daughter of Ares. Andy hesitated where she stood looking between the direction Trinity ran off in and the main hall. Before she could make a decision her feet started after her friend. She hoped Mason wouldn't be too pissed if she was a little late. But whatever was going on with Trinity, she couldn't just ignore it.

Trinity ran fast and whether or not Andy wanted to run as well, she didn't seem to have a choice if she wanted to catch up. She followed the path laid out until she came upon the blonde panting heavily with her blade lodged in a log. "Trinity?" This time she spoke loud enough for her to hear as she took a tentative step forward. "It's me... Andy."

Andy knew better than to sneak up on a worked up child of Ares. Every step she took was slow, making sure to step on twigs and leaves so that her approach didn't come as a surprise. She slowly extended her right hand and rested it on Trinity's shoulder. Her other hand held a bit at-the-ready just in case she still somehow managed to catch the daughter of Ares by surprise.

"Hey," she said softly once she had Trinity's gaze. Andy slowly moved around to face her. She waited a moment before reaching out and taking the blade from the blonde's hand. Once the weapon was seized, she set it down on the log so that she could take both of Trinity's shoulders in her hands. "What's wrong?" Andy would let Trinity vent as little or as much as she needed. There was no one around. She could get anything and everything off her chest that she needed to and Andy would listen.

When there was silence once again, she looked Trinity over with a slight smile. "I was going to meet Mason for breakfast. Have you eaten?" Andy didn't really wait for an answer. She hooked her right arm with Trinity's left and started leading her back to the main hall. But she didn't rush Trinity, they could take all the time she needed.

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xIf there was one thing Emory had hoped for, it would be to see some familiar faces again. It’s been three years since they left the camp, and a day hadn’t gone by where they didn’t wonder if they’d made the right choice. They were practically raised here. These people helped them grow into the person they were today, supported them when they had no one else to turn to. And yet they left. It was a good thing, one of the counselors had told them. They’d be able to travel the world, go wherever they wanted to, and surround themselves with wonderful new people. And that's exactly what they did. They’d thrown caution to the wind and lived every day to the fullest, never backing down from the chance to try something new, carrying that same fearless with them everywhere they went. They would've never grown up to be their most authentic self without Camp Athens. After all this time, it seemed only right for fate to bring them back.

xSomething must’ve happened since they’ve been gone. Whatever it was, it must’ve been big. Something terrible enough for Zeus to ask them to come back personally. It had been their first time meeting (ever) and the God hadn't even give them much to go off of, or had really even acknowledged that they were his child. “Perhaps your return might be of aid to them,” was all he had said, and then he was gone just as quickly as he appeared. Not that Emory had expected much to come out of their first meeting. After all those years - after everything that happened - the God had never bothered to show up... not until it benefited him. A part of them wondered if Zeus treated all of his children that way, or if they were for some reason ostracized. Those thoughts were quickly outweighed by something a counselor, a fellow child of Zeus, had told them in their youth. Most Gods greet their each of their children with the same level of indifference as any of the others. They all have too much on their plate, and far too many offspring, to worry about one or two of their children in particular. Zeus was no exception. In fact, the King of the Gods was the prime example. A deity like him doesn't play favorites.

xAs soon as they walked through the gates of Camp Athens, they were struck with a powerful surge of emotion. It was like walking into their childhood. Everything was where they remembered it: the mess hall, the weapons room, the training arena. If they didn't know any better they'd think time had stopped the moment they'd left. It took a moment for them to recall where their cabin had been, and another to hope that it was kept the same as they'd left it. When they were greeted at the door by some old friends, that hope could only blossom. A few of their old counselors met them with open arms, telling them how happy they were to have them back. With the promise to fill them in on all of the adventures once they get settled, they raised the question about their cabin, relieved to hear that they'd kept it locked up tight for them. One of them left to get the key for the door as the other two stayed, hesitant to let their old friend go. Emory was in the same boat, their suitcases discarded at their feet so their arms could be free to embrace them one more time.

xOnce the other counselor returned with the key, Emory was pointed in the right direction, the path beneath their feet leading the small cluster of deserted cabins deep in the dense woods. A lot of them used to be home to demigods that were no longer at the camp. They'd like to think that a majority of the previous owners had left voluntarily like they had, but they knew that likely wasn't the case. Why else then would the cabins have been emptied when theirs had gone untouched? They wouldn't let themselves think that them having stayed could've made a difference. Wouldn't picture these cabins occupied with smiling faces that they didn't get the chance to save because they were off being selfish. They knew they'd be chastised for it, letting something like that put a damper on such a wholesome moment, but it couldn't be helped. That's the first thought that always crosses their mind, and one of their greatest fears.

xThey finally reached their cabin, passing by a petite brunette bent over in the empty cabin just beside theirs. Making a mental note to greet their new neighbor later, Emory made their way up the stairs, taking them two at a time with bated breath. Turning the key in the lock, they threw the door open, immediately succumbing to a coughing fit when a cloud of dust greeted them at the door. Waving their hand in front of their face, Emory took a few tentative steps inside, taking everything in. They really had kept it just the way they left it. The thought of their friends preserving their cabin so they would have it to come home to moved them to the point of tears. Quickly tipping their head back - so's not to smudge their makeup - Emory willed the tears away, moving further into the cabin once they pulled themself together. They discarded their luggage on the bed, arguably the least dusty thing out of everything in there, and opened every window. They summoned a stiff breeze, weaving it through their cabin with practiced ease, taking care of most of the dust. The repairs would have to wait until later, they decided, once they greeted everyone else. They would have time to make this place feel like home again.

xEmory walked out of the cabin, locking it behind them just because they could, the key dropping into the pocket of their coat. Next door they noticed that the petite brunette was no longer alone, another girl having come up the steps to greet her. Neither of them looked familiar to Emory, but how new they were to the camp had yet to be determined. "It doesn't hurt to ask," they thought, and they trotted down the steps to do just that. "Hey there neighbors!" they greeted warmly, loudly from in front of their own cabin. They made their way over, their smile fading a bit apologetically when they realized they might have just interrupted their introduction. "Welcome to Camp Athens."




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x"This is as far as I can take you,"

xAfter a thirteen hour flight, an hour long bus ride, and a hike that lasted a few more, Dahlia should have been glad to have finally arrived. Instead she found herself mourning the loss of her traveling companion, her gaze flitting over to the spectral figure at her side. She never would have known about this place without Nisha. The recently deceased demigod had told her about Camp Athens, a place for demigods to grow and learn how to hone their unique abilities; a place for them to be with their own people. It almost seemed too good to be true. She'd been treated like a freak her whole life, surely 'Camp Athens' wouldn't be any different. That being said, the spirit world had never led her astray before, and Nisha seemed like she genuinely wanted what was best for Dahlia. What seemed like so long to be on an airplane had been mere minutes for her, being as alone as she's always been. Nisha had become the closest thing to a friend she's ever had, even among the dead, and she was hesitant to let that go.

x"Why?" Dahlia asked, hoping it was something she could talk the ghost out of.

xNisha turned to her, a sad look in her translucent eyes, "Because there's a barrier keeping anything but the Gods and their children from entering,"

xThat didn't make sense. "You're one of their children," Perhaps Nisha had forgotten. It's been known to happen to spirits that spend too much time in the mortal realm.

x"Not anymore," Nisha said, her expression no less despondent than before, "I belong to your father now,"

    xWith an aching heart, Dahlia reached into her pocket, taking out two gold coins - the same ones she had placed on Nisha's body back home. It felt good to see the spirit finally smile after looking so miserable for most of their hike. "For the ferryman," she dropped them into Nisha's palm, watching her hand solidify just so they wouldn't fall to the ground. It was the last bit of strength the former demigod had before her soul began to fade, her lips mouthing out a soft 'thank you' before she quietly let herself pass on; the gold coins were the last to disappear. For a while Dahlia just stood outside the camp, her gaze fixed on the spot where her friend once stood. Loneliness crept up her spine like a cold chill, forming a shallow feeling in her gut, as if she had just swallowed a bunch of stones.

    xMelancholy was the only loyal friend Dahlia has ever had.

    xDeciding to get this over with, Dahlia crossed the threshold into camp only to be greeted immediately. Three older young people were clustered at the entrance. Camp counselors, Dahlia would guess, if this place had that sort of thing. The ones that hadn't greeted her had their attention somewhere else, or rather someone else - a effeminately dressed young man carrying luggage, walking west towards the dense wood. At their other counselor's greeting, the two then turned their attention away from the young man, their smiles varying degrees of guilty at not having spotted the new arrival beforehand. Dahlia was almost sure these weren't 'camp counselors' but she didn't knew what else to call them. They were merely older demigods helping the younger, less acquainted ones find their way. Ferrymen in their own right.

    x"New cabins are straight down that way," one of them said, "You can set yourself up in any one you want, so long as it's free."

    xWith a nod, Dahlia made her way further into the camp, following their direction towards the newer cabins. She walked as far as she possibly could, making her way deeper and deeper into the camp until the cabins were fewer and farther between. As much as she would like to make friends here, Dahlia knew better than to go out of her way to mingle with people, lest she become a target of their ire. Finally choosing one of the cabins further away from the camp's epicenter, Dahlia made her way up the cabin steps, analyzing the exterior of what would be her new home. She opened the door, immediately spotting the key hanging off the key ring to her immediate right. It seemed to be empty, which was ideal. It meant she could finally stop walking. Placing her things on the bed, Dahlia let herself collapse beside her bags, staring blankly at the ceiling. A soft breeze made its way in through her open door, the surrounding sounds of the forest easing her into a feeling of security. Only time would tell how long it would last.

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

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

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

Liv's head tilted as she watched his reactions, taking a moment to let him think without her intrusive commentary. These kinds of conspiracies took a bit of time to soak in. "I do have a brother issue. Well, it's more along the line of deeply traditional values that severely impact my ability to claim what's more rightfully mine. I.E. my father's seat. What does my brother know of the sea anyhow? I just happen to have two X chromosomes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Upon hearing the name of the camp Veera perked up just a tad bit, averting her eyes from the inside of the cabin to the woman next to her. If this woman could read the scribble on the map, then she was probably at the right spot. That or maybe she just spoke greek but Veera’s assumption was secured once the girl asked if she was a demigod. That wasn’t the kind of question you just throw out there. "Uh... yeah," the woman began, giving out a little laugh. Veera’s shoulders started to relax at this point, though she came right up to the first person she saw, she was still prepared for hostility. Not everyone in the world was so decent.

Veera listened to the girl, following her nod towards the other cabins. “Actually these look pretty rustic,” she interjected, taking a few steps back to get a better look at them with hands on her hips. They were unused that's for sure but had a certain charm to them. ” But, I believe there is nothing wrong with some change in your life once in a while. Good or bad.“ Vee matched the girl's smile. She adjusted her sword a little. It always had the bad habit of sliding down on one side because the strap that she’s been too busy to fix sits just loose on her. Granted the sword was her grandfather's so there is a slight size difference. As she did so, Vee watched, side glancing at the woman as she finished tending to her sheets in a way that could only be described as curiosity. Then there was a blur of tan and black further out behind the girl going into one of the cabins? Veera’s eyebrows began to raise when the woman then turned towards her, a small elegant hand outstretched towards her. With that Veera’s lips melted back into a smile. "I'm Sloane, by the way,"

Grabbing her hand, vee returned the greeting, almost bowing awkwardly instead but she successfully saved herself from the small embarrassment. At least now she had a name for the adorable face and knowing the meaning behind her name, to her knowledge at least, made vee stifle a chuckle. “A pleasure, the name really fits you, but to answer your question from earlier,” Veera held her hand up and ignited one of her fingers, letting the little flame dance along with her fingertips before putting it out. “ I am a demigod, it’s called a bàn shén where I’m from, but yeah. My father is hephaestus.”

Strange to feel comfortable this fast when meeting someone new vee thought to herself. Other than her family and Atsuko, not everyone that she’s met so far made her feel like she could relax in their presence. The realization then hit her a little too slow again, maybe the alcohol didn’t burn off as fast as she thought this time. Sloane just dusted her sheets and just mentioned moving into a new cabin. Veera didn’t mean to take away time from her tasks; she just got caught up in her excitement. “Hey, uhm, if you don’t mind I could help you out with the cab-” before veera finished her sentence a loud voice called out from across Sloane's cabin. "Hey, there neighbors!"

Deep brown eyes landed on a dashing young man trotting down his cabin steps towards them. It was the blur of tan and black Veera saw earlier. Her shoulders slightly tensed back up but she received them with a warm smile. She was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and whoa, his nails looked really nice. “Thanks, I’m just glad I made it to the right place and not some occult worshipers community. “

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Daniel sat up, squinting all through the cabin. It wasn't his glorious cabin but Cherise's. That's right. Without sign of life though.

He shuffled around the cabin although he could guess by how dead quiet it was, she wasn't present. Confirming the thought process was a little note left for him bringing a smile to his lips. She was adorable even on paper. But he should probably blush about it some other time and tend to the day. Get back into his old skin and habits.

Daniel got dressed and roamed the grounds aimlessly looking for a playmate or somebody to force his illusions and tricks on. And then, floating through the air was music to his ears. Literal music. If that was Cherise's sing song voice and soul then she might just have to multi-task when Daniel smothered her in praise and affection. It didn't take much more convincing to alter his course and bee-line towards the training grounds. As he neared, the alluring music seized and disappointment grasped him and hurried his steps.

He saw a glimpse of movement in the hut, confusion and curiosity winning over. When he approached, he was met by Theo's back, deep in thought with chess-like pieces of camp. Daniel doubted the son of Artemis was in state for humming as he played out battle strategies. Still, Daniel cleared his throat to officially announce his presence if the wolf in him didn't already.
"Why Theo, I didn't know you could carry a tune so well." He cracked a grin and stepped inside, patting Theo's back once and looked at the pieces he had rearranged. To Daniel, that's all it was, little pieces randomly placed. He knew what it was meant to stand for and stuff, but when did war and battles ever work out as planned.

"Have you ate?" Daniel pulled lightly on Theo's shoulder, trying to prompt him out of the planning and anticipating state. It wasn't doing the guy any favors. Whether Theo followed his lead or not, Daniel left the hut and spotted Heath and a girl talking, guitar nearby. Now that made more sense.

They were a bit of a distance that Daniel couldn't make out her full features but she was...wow. Not Cherise kind of wow but...a wow nonetheless. "Theo. Come check this out." He wouldn't blame Theo if he thought this was some lame stunt. History said Daniel wasn't the most mature but this time all that was around the corner was a beautiful woman. And Heath. And yeah they looked to be in somewhat of a serious conversation but groups and meeting new people were an awesome distraction. Just what his brother in distress needed.

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While Dauntless, riding back to camp could have turned him pale. He held onto the pegasi's mane a little tighter than he should have. In his defence, his last ride, his partner deliberately plunged overboard and it was a little disorientating to lose his grip and have to readjust suddenly. Olympus didn't suddenly make him forget human emotions or memories.

He jumped off the horse once it reached the ground and before the horse came to a full halt, jogging alongside it to keep his footing. Duke was somewhat surprised to see the camp hadn't turned upside down, not that him or the Valises were notorious peacekeepers. It was just that last he checked, a lot of people were itching to destroy each other and themselves. Duke slowly made his way through camp as if it was foreign and new territory, eyeing the trees and all the nature that surrounded him. So much depended on self-control because if he was more destructive this whole camp could be up in flames. Or flooded. Or a warfield. The oddest sensation of all though was a camp without Alex and Ajax. Whether for better or worse would be determined yet.

People would think he stayed by their side through every step, but they were separated almost instantly. Duke knew little of their progress or purpose...and he couldn't confidently say he developed any growth either. Wisdom maybe about his father's journey and past but otherwise it was work and sweat and focus as usual.

While looking up, he stopped spotting color among the branches. He furrowed his brows and circled around it for a different angle. "Iliana? You okay?" Evidently not otherwise she probably wouldn't be up in a tree. However, camp was full of different and odd characters. It could have been her happy place. "Don't sprain anything. I don't know what's going on but the gods seem to be tightening the leash on camp. That's probably going to involve some more intense training." Not that Duke could complain. The demigods all had energy to spare when they turned on each other so much. But that's what he overheard. He just wasn't sure about the execution.

Since the mute girl didn't have anything to communicate with and he wasn't the best at expressions, he pursed his lips, feeling like his warning fell on deaf ears. Sometimes he had to wonder why he bothered. Duke nodded to her and continued a path back to his warehouse/cabin mix. Frankly it was the most important thing to be in one piece for him.

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Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Julia Lockwood Character Portrait: Sébastien Chalamet Character Portrait: Matthieu Archambault Character Portrait: Lauren Vasquez-Cardona
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J U L I A XL O C K W O O D
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M A T T XA R C H A M B A U L T
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Julia was convinced that the camp wasn’t all bad and maybe she could meet people and be fine with it. She wasn’t a huge talker some days or that into wanting to be friends with people, but she was really trying today.

So when Nelly started to talk, there were moments where the brunette thought the other girl would be done talking, but she wasn’t. How long can this girl talk for? sounded off in her head, but she didn’t dare ask out loud because she was afraid of what that answer might be.

Julia just stared at her cereal a little bit contemplating if she needed the whole thing or that maybe she could go and get something to eat later, maybe when the hall wasn’t so busy and potentially when Nelly wasn’t around so a girl could eat her food in silence.

Instead, the brunette compromised and began to eat spoonfuls of cereal while the girl talked. When she stopped talking, the daughter of Zeus stood up and gave a smile. ” Well, it was nice talking with you, maybe I will see you around.” She said before taking her dishes to the bin where they belonged.

The girl made haste for the door to leave this place and go back to her cabin. Luckily she had some snacks in there she could eat and then just hide out there away from others.

Julia made the journey back to her cabin, she could see figures in the distance, more than likely to be newcomers. Unfortunately for them, Julia wasn’t typically the hospitable one of the group and she wasn’t walking all the way over there to potentially end up talking to more Nelly’s.

As her feet began to ascent the little steps going up to her cabin, she could hear someone shifting inside. Who in the love of Hades was in her cabin. The brunette opened the door and immediately she couldn’t see anyone but could see her stuff moved around.

Her eyes flickered around the room until she saw him. Sitting there with his feet on her table hand dug deep in her funyuns she brought over from the states.

Matt didn’t even look up at the girl. Obviously, this had to be her cabin, and going through her things meant that this wasn’t a free for all cabin. Oops. “What? The first time you’ve had a man in this cabin?” He said so nonchalantly, still digging in and grabbing the chips to pop into his mouth.

“These are such strange things. You must be American.” He said with a roll of his eyes. He tossed the bag onto her table and left it open.

“You’re going to make them go stale,” Julia mumbled, ignoring his comment about a guy being in her cabin.

“You must be thrilled to have me in your cabin then. You aren’t my usual type, but if you need a hand.” He said with a sly smirk slipping onto his face, and his fingers combing through his mop of chocolate brown hair. It was the one thing he did not spend time doing today, which was a shock because usually, he cared about his appearance.

Julia was still silent as this idiot sat in her cabin as if that didn’t even matter. He sat there right leg over the left, and he was rummaging through his pocket. Was he going to pull out a knife? Instead, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

“Listen, ma belle, I notice that thing you’re wearing around your neck, I bet you’d like it if my hand was there instead, no?” His eyebrow twitched up a little bit and he gave her a playful wink. He couldn’t be blamed for trying, any pretty woman was enough for him. Besides, he mostly just liked to see reactions to things he said and did.

Matt opened the top of the carton and with two fingers picked out one of the cigs, closed the carton, and put it away. He placed the paper-filled tobacco between his index and middle finger letting it rest there with ease. His other hand had a grasp of the lighter, but his thumb was free so it could push down and slide to get the flame to spark.

“Do you mind?” He asked his eyes fluttering up to look at her.

Julia scoffed at him immediately. “Of course I mind, you dip shit.” She said before reaching and grabbing the cigarette out of his hands. “You will not smoke in my cabin.”

“Oh come on, this can be our cabin,” Matt said, laughing a little bit.

“Give me the cigarettes,” Julia demanded with her hand open and waiting.

“I don’t just give up my stuff. Maybe you should try feeling me up for them.” He said cheekily and his body language had shifted so that she could frisk him if she wanted.

“Dream on, loser.” She said and kept the door open. “Now get out of my cabin,” Julia said with a bit of anger.







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L A U R E N XC A R D O N A
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S E B A S T I A N XC H A LA M E T
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Lauren was almost in disbelief this whole time. Was he actually a son of Apollo? Was he for real or was he just pulling her leg? She knew she kind of put herself out there by even mentioning that she was the child of Hestia, a goddess, but Seb was full of surprises and matched her energy.

Part of her was wondering if maybe he thought she was joking, so he was too. Maybe that was it? They were drunk when they started talking about this initially, but something in her gut told her that maybe they were always meant to be friends and fate had situated them together for a reason.

It was morning now, they had explored and found roughly where the camp was, but they had to come back for their things. Lauren’s head was pounding hard as the sun hit her eyes. “Oh god, it burns.” she groaned as she fiddled around in her backpack looking for her sunnies.

Once putting them on it was a bit better, “Do you think we can uber there?” Lauren joked with Seb before she went on to grab the handle of her suitcase. This was going to be an interesting time to find out more about who they were.

“I hope this camp is worth cutting our vacation short.” She groaned. Lauren was hardly a morning person and was most cranky at this hour.

Sébastien had preemptively put on his sunglasses when the sun had first begun to rise. Drunk or not, he won’t make a hangover worse by not being prepared. It was Lauren’s constant bitching that he should’ve been more prepared for. You think he would be after having known her for so long, and if it weren't for his own pounding head he’d probably be fine with it. The morning wasn’t a good time for either of them, but out of the two of them? Sébastien was a lot less of a diva about it-... and that’s saying something.

A grunt was the only response he was willing to give at her ‘uber’ comment, his attention more focused on lugging his suitcase around. He was dragging a Rimowa through the forest. Someone should be shot. “It had better be,” Sébastien replied, rather bitterly, “I swear to you, your mother, and my father-…” he grunted again, struggling to pull his suitcase over a large tree root. Finally, he simply gave up, growling in frustration before grabbing it by the handle and just carrying the damn thing. “If there’s no indoor plumbing at this fucking camp, we’re leaving. I’ll be damned if I let a perfect hotel room go to waste just because our parents couldn’t invest in some decent living conditions.”

Lauren knew better than to bitch while with Seb, but that was all she could focus on otherwise the pounding headache would be worse if she was in total silence. He was not a morning person by any means and neither was she, so they made a very grumpy pair.

“We probably should have looked inside the damn camp before lugging your rich boy suitcase through the trees.” The girl said, rolling her eyes. She had managed to pack most of her shit in her backpack and she had a small carry-on suitcase with her as well, which was easy enough to heave over tree branches and whatnot.

“Too bad neither of us had flight powers I guess.” She said Lauren wasn’t going to shut up just because she knew Seb would want her to. No, he had been a giant pain in her ass for years, it was only fair she got to be one now.

As they advanced, she could almost see the camp in the distance. “Fuck, finally.” She said with almost an excited tone lingering in her voice. She paused for a few minutes to grab her hair, combing from the sides and from the top so she could twist her now handheld ponytail into a bun and tie the hair tie around it.

She grabbed ahold of the handle for hopefully the last time as they neared the entrance and in a couple of seconds later passed through it. “Time to figure out where to put our stuff and check this place out, huh?”

He should’ve packed lighter, all things considered. Sébastien didn’t want to leave anything behind, of course, but the thought of having to lug all of this shit back if things didn’t work out was giving him an even bigger migraine. He almost envied his friend’s insight. She may not be as drag as she used to be, but her fashion sense couldn’t hold a candle to his. His suitcase and Louis Vuitton travel bag were filled to the brim with all the latest fashions, something that was sure to go to waste in a run-down summer camp. If he were more prepared for such a venture he would’ve invested in something more casual, maybe even a little sporty. The thought was almost too much to stomach. Just picturing himself dressing down… rolling around in the dirt… it disgusted him. Surely there must be some attractive people for him to woo with his dashing good looks and impeccable appearance. He just hoped it would be enough to make all of this worth it.

Utter relief struck him to his very core when they neared the camp, only amplifying tenfold when they stepped inside. They took a break at the entrance, his long fingers pushing his hair back and out of his face. His gaze swept over the camp, picking out the few buildings that must have been for community use judging by their size. The residential cabins looked to be further out, deeper in the forest, with most of the closer ones already inhabited. “I guess we should start looking,” Sébastien said, lightly prodding his friend’s side with a pointed elbow, “Maybe you could shack up next to me.”

Lauren could see some of the facilities from where she was standing. She was most excited to get her swimsuit on and go tan by the beach or play in the water. That or she really wanted to get going on learning to wield a sword or something, anything dangerous and daring! Of course, the girl knew her best friend here was more concerned with his wardrobe at this moment, Lauren didn’t have time to care about shit like that.

“Make sure you don’t get any dirt on that Louis Vuitton, it would be such a disgrace.” She said, chuckling a little bit, and her eyes must have looked over to the cabins around the same time as he did because he mentioned she could shack up next to her. Her eyes instantly rolled to the back of her head. Of course, he would have to say that, a little annoyed, Lauren made her way towards the cabins not bothering to check if Seb was coming or not.

“It's okay, we all know I’ll have the best cabin in this place.” She said in a matter-of-fact way. It took them a bit to get there but they started to enter the area where cabins were. Some people were still in theirs or some were walking away from the cabins. These were supposed to be people that were just like them, hopefully, they could fit in.

Lauren stopped and looked around, they would have to go a bit further to find the empty ones. “Maybe there’s one that has two bedrooms and we could be roomies.” Lauren teased.

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Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Julia Lockwood Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Veronica Lewis Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Sébastien Chalamet Character Portrait: Matthieu Archambault Character Portrait: Lauren Vasquez-Cardona
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xHeath Taylor ~ Athena ~ #808000

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In one of the those rare moments, Nelly was caught off guard. One minute she was talking to the new camper, at least to her knowledge, and next thing she knew Julia was saying bye to her. What just happened? She had been nice to the girl and tried to be helpful. As she continue to eat, she pondered over it and was having a hard time coming up with something. Best not to dwell on it for now because she was only going to give herself a headache. At least Julia wasn't rude to her like Liv and Sylas, but then again she couldn't blame those two considering yesterday. Speaking of which, Nelly noticed how Liv left Sylas. No chance she was going to try and interact with him again. Nelly knew she wasn't the smartest person here, but she knew when not to push too far. She looked and saw that Cherise was eating with Mason. Mason was someone who always looked like he didn't want to be bothered, plus Cherise looked serious with whatever she was talking about. Wes was here by himself. Wasn't Ethan with him? Heath was definitely gone. Finishing her meal, instead of talking with Wes, Nelly figured she ought to explore the camp more while taking pictures. She still hadn't seen the whole camp yet. Decision made, Nelly got up, took her dirty dishes to the back and left.

Returning to her cabin, she grabbed her camera and headed out again. After walking for a bit she found herself near some cabins when she saw two people with suitcases walking about. Curiosity peaked, Nelly came closer. The first thing she noticed was the amount of luggage one of them had and it seamed to belong to the male since he was carrying it. Wow, did the man bring everything but the kitchen sink with him? She couldn't hide the surprise on her face before finally coming close enough to speak to the pair. Shaking her head, she put on a smile.

"Good morning, do you need any help? My name is Penelope, but I prefer Nelly. I take it you two are demigods? I am Hermes' daughter."

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Iliana had inadvertently fallen asleep in the tree she was in. So when Duke called out to her, she woke up so quickly, that she nearly fell out of the tree. But thankfully she had been laying on a thick branch and grabbed a hold of it instinctively. Looking down, she saw Duke just as he was finishing up his words. Her eyes widen a bit in surprise to see him. If Duke was back, then were Alex and Ajax back too? She contemplated going down the tree to ask Duke, but remembered she still couldn't talk. Plus she still didn't think it best to be around Duke either, no right now. Her heart was still pounding from the scare though. So she merely looked at Duke as he left her. She looked around and saw no sign of the Valises. What was she to do now? She wanted to avoid people, but she wanted to know if the Valises were back too. Then again, if Duke was able to find her, then that mean others could too. Plus, it might be best to just keep walking around. She didn't want to be caught off guard again.

Carefully, Iliana climbed down the tree and looked in the direction Duke went. Thinking it over, she wondered if it was best to go back to her cabin to grab her tablet. While she didn't want to talk to anyone, she also didn't want to come off as rude either by not being able to talk to them at all. At least with her tablet, she could tell others she wanted to be alone. The hard part was avoiding Heath, or even Ethan. So she would be very careful.

Iliana managed to luck out when she arrived back at her cabin. She hadn't seen either of her cabin mates, much to her relief. She was nervous entering the cabin. Looking around she saw that neither Heath nor Ethan were here. Deciding to be quick, Iliana grabbed her fully charged tablet and was out again within minutes. Walking outside, she headed for the area around the stables.

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Ethan, hands in his pockets, was roaming around aimlessly. He was really starting to get bored. He'd yet to find anyone to interact with. Maybe he ought to go back to his cabin and just work on his own designs more. He did miss college and since being here, he really wanted to get back to one of his favorite activities. He couldn't help but wonder when they would start training too since he knew that was a major reason his mother wanted him to come here. One ability he especially wanted to make use of more was his architectural alteration but he didn't know how that could be used training wise. When Ethan heard the word 'training' he thought of combat situations and Ethan was definitely not good at that. He didn't know the first thing about combat.

As he walked he neared some cabins and saw one of the cabin doors open. He would have passed by, but unintentionally heard someone say, “Now get out of my cabin.”

Hearing the anger and concerned of what may be happening, Ethan knocked on the wall of the cabin and called out, not wanting to enter the cabin without permission.

"Excuse me, is everything okay?'

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”Th-Thank, you. Fortunate might not be my word for it, but I can’t really go back to relaxing since I’d be worried about you, and Lia.”

That definitely got Heath's attention. He definitely didn't mention Iliana's nickname to this woman. The only people who knew her nickname were Ethan, his family and himself. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Heath knew Iliana had interacted with a few people online in the past before her abduction. Was this Veronica one of those people? It was unlikely, but Heath couldn't think of any other reason. He wouldn't think about it right now for there were more important things to focus on, but he would ask her about it at some point.

Veronica offered her services in helping him find Iliana though and in return he could help her about camp.

"Um, sure. I've only been at camp for several days though, so I don't know how much help I can be."

He already knew he wouldn't tell her about all the drama that happened, but he would warn her of a few people if she asked. Heath was never one to gossip so he wasn't about to start now. He did wonder what Veronica wanted to know for there really wasn't much to say about camp.

He listened to Veronica when she mentioned she was Aphrodite's daughter. That made perfect sense. It annoyed him that he was having a hard time controlling himself. He imagined it was frustrating for Veronica too. It then occurred to Heath that Veronica was Wesley's sister, or half-sibling at least. Heath did wonder just how many half siblings he had. He knew his mother was picky when it came to men. Not wanting to think about that at the moment though, Heath turned back to Veronica.

"Thank you for telling me that Veronica. It really helps to know it's not just all me. I'll try my best to not get tongue-tied around you. I also appreciate you wanting to help me find my sister. Hopefully one of the other campers has spotted her. Shall we?"

Heath turned from her and saw two figures nearby. Squinting, Heath saw that it was Theo and Daniel. Maybe they had seen Iliana.

Turning towards Veronica, Heath asked, "Do you mind if I ask those guys about Iliana? I think those two were here last year, so they probably can tell you more about the camp then me. If you don't want to interact with them, it's fine. I'll be right back."

Veronica shook her head, indicating she wasn't going to follow. Nodding in acknowledgement, Heath headed straight for the two men.

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

He was pretty sure they remembered her since she was one of the last ones to have a trial yesterday. Then again, they might not have paid attention to her trial either.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Veera Han Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Emory Cantor Character Portrait: Dahlia Black
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Wes had more than his fill of food... for the morning at least. He pushed back his chair and spared a glance around the hall. There were a fair bit of people there, but no one he was really itching to sit down with. Part of him wanted to seek out Trinity. But knowing her, she needed some time to digest everything that happened. The trials... and everything else. He knew better than to hover around her or make her talk about something she isn't ready to talk about. With a sigh, he stood up, cleaned up his dishes, and exited the main hall.

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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