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Matie Dire

"A friendship bracelet?" Is she being serious? We haven't even talked in those three summers. She looked at the bracelet, it was pink with little hearts, hardly fitting with her more gothic style. "Hardly my style," Matie sighed, and then shrugged. A friendship bracelet wasn't going to hurt. It's not like they were actually friends, but she digresses. She took it, as if handling a cockroach, and just looked at it. It had no name which was sad now that she thought about it.

 

[Karcen]

Vi was happy that Matie took the friendship bracelet, though who did it belong to? Well that didn't matter to much what did matter was now someone else had it and trouble would spring from it. Of course when it was discovered then well Matie was in the same cabin as Vi so there might be a reckoning once things played out. That however was a problem for future Vi current Vi was more than happy with the issues she would be causing and past Vi wouldn't care because she wasn't doing it yet.

" See I'm not all that bad " Vi said though she was indeed that bad and she knew it " Though if it is technology you have issues with I know the perfect if a bit unwilling tutor that can halp you with that. The language barrier, well that is something you have to experience, it is to bad they keep you cooped up here at camp. I mean they let me wander freely and i might not even have a home on earth to go back to. Really it is cruel if you think about it " Vi rambled her tone friendly as she found people tended to just go with the conversation if you started it.

 

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Nyx seemed unreasonably squeamish when announcing that her mother was the goddess of love. In his opinion, the stereotypes of her children were self-fulfilling prophecies, not set in stone exactly.

'There's no need to be embarrassed about your mother. All of them are the same.' His tone grew rather bitter at talk of the gods. His gaze passed briefly over Nyx. He had to admit, it was odd meeting such an antisocial child Aphrodite. Then again, what would he know? He barely interacted with anyone at all.

Bryce gave a brief nod before deciding her needed to keep moving.

'It won't be long before Chiron announces the activity for the day. My guess is Capture the Flag. Gonna head back to the pavilion.' He glanced at Dreavyn before adding,

'You coming?' It was directed toward both of them, but especially his brother over whom he was still concerned. With that he began to walk quickly out of the forest.

Nyx seemed unreasonably squeamish when announcing that her mother was the goddess of love. In his opinion, the stereotypes of her children were self-fulfilling prophecies, not set in stone exactly.

'There's no need to be embarrassed about your mother. All of them are the same.' His tone grew rather bitter at talk of the gods. His gaze passed briefly over Nyx. He had to admit, it was odd meeting such an antisocial child Aphrodite. Then again, what would he know? He barely interacted with anyone at all.

Bryce gave a brief nod before deciding her needed to keep moving.

'It won't be long before Chiron announces the activity for the day. My guess is Capture the Flag. Gonna head back to the pavilion.' He glanced at Dreavyn before adding,

'You coming?' It was directed toward both of them, but especially his brother over whom he was still concerned. With that he began to walk quickly out of the forest.

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Nyx still had her eyes closed when both Bryce and his brother apparently, and the affirmation calmed her down. She opened her eyes and smiled.

"Thanks, I was a afraid people would think I'm like the rest of my... siblings!" She said, stammering again. She wasn't very sociable still but was glad to be accepted all the same. When Bryce offered to go to the pavillion, Nyx nodded and quietly joined Bryce and his brother.

 

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CAMP HALF-BLOOD CHAPTER 1: Camp's a Little Weird Today
CAPTURE THE FLAG

Some time had passed and it was reaching afternoon at camp. Chiron (along with a reluctant Mr D) made their way down to the centre of Camp Half-blood to the Arena. With a little magical assistance, his voice resonated across the whole of camp, though thankfully, many of the older campers had already begun guiding others to the area.
'Attention campers! Please make your way to the arena immediately!'

As always, Mr D looked as though he would rather be anywhere but there, probably sour over an interrupted game of pinochle.

All too soon, not only were demigods gathered, but satyrs and nymphs as well. The first day back buzz was well and truly in full swing.

'Today is the first day back for many of you. Our very first camp activity this year shall be Capture the Flag.' The centaur began to relay the rules of the game. Some of the new campers looked on in confusion, some looked slightly concerned that he even needed to state that maiming was prohibited or that a bunch of kids were allowed deadly weapons.
'For this, the first game of the summer, I have preselected the teams: On Blue Team shall be Apollo, Athena, Aphrodite, Demeter, Hermes, Hypnos, Iris, Hephaestus and Dionysus. On Red Team Hecate, Hades, Ares, Nike, Nemesis, Tyche and Hebe. You have ten minutes to armour up and conspire amongst yourselves and elect team captains. When it is time to begin I shall blow my horn and Mr D will do his part.'

Mr D looked suitably annoyed at this.

ATTENTION PLAYERS: DO NOT start writing CTF posts just yet. Have your characters gather in the ARENA and in one round of posts I shall begin the game. You may play NPC campers throughout to get the game going. If your character is unclaimed but is intended to be claimed, feel free to have them claimed BEFORE or DURING the game. If you are just joining us, feel free to have your character jump right into the action!​

 

[wolfstar]

It had been a lovely morning for Remus, spending the quiet of the empty cabin being able to get his much needed time to recuperate his energy, change his outfit several times and fluff up his hair before finally heading out of the cabin.Stretching a bit as He walked out of the cabin and breathed in the crisp air outside. The summer air was always nice and He was still definitely getting used to being a year round camper this year. He sat down on the steps of the cabin with a happy humm. Smoothing out his very colorful attire. Patterned button down, black vest and some sparkly blue flare pants and some books. Yeah, He probably was someone who stuck out like a sore thumb honestly.

But hey Remus loved his 70’s aesthetic and didn’t care to change it. Eventually He pushed himself up off the stairs and went to go mingle with his fellow campers giving a polite nod and introducing himself to new faces of the random new campers, He had come across. When He was about to do one more, He heard the call to head to the arena. Reluctantly, He turned away and Started to head down to the area with a soft hum. Humming along the 70’s tunes that He simply enjoyed oh so much! “ Hopefully it won’t be too tough this time” He mumbled to himself under the breath. But He knew all too well that it would definitely be tough. That was kinda the point….Keep their minds sharp. But knowing Remus, He’d be dramatically theatrical about it!


Walking along the path as He kicked some rocks as He made his way to the arena. A lightly skip in his step. He’d be able to at least be a good distraction to say the least. He was very colorful and his personality could be as well.

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SCENE ONE.

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Aurelian

The Chef

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Percy, Drea, anyone else that wants to be like wtf r u on bitch

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Xen6n

... And Justice For All — Metallica

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The Tertiary Sin.

Boiling deep within, a bubbling heat of wrath. Venom seeping through bladed lexicon

SCENE ONE.

Aurelian had taken a much needed and very long time to think about what exactly he wanted to do – if whatever power he was sending through the swords making the metal brittle, it stood to reason that it was either temperature or electricity.

Either way, the problem was flexibility.

So he’d stared for a very long time at the wall of the armory before deciding upon what his next obsession would be: figuring out how the fuck to use a chain whip in battle.

Which led to him training with the whip as he lashed at a target with it… and ended up on the ground a couple of minutes later groaning after hitting himself repeatedly with it… with the electricity coursing through the entire whip.

This was going to require more practice than what he thought it would, but the minute that it had seemed to work pretty damn well. The fluidity instead of rigidity. Exactly what he needed.

Getting his muscles to move, though, after he’d electrocuted himself, was very hard as he pulled himself off the floor and stood uneasily.

Shaking off the stiffness, he managed to make his way over to where people were gathering.

They were split into teams, as per usual. And they were given the time to armor and have gear and-

He was being forced to conspire with others. How fucking weak. Strategy was all well and good, but fucking conspiring was cowardly. He didn’t even bother paying attention to the team plan — perky redhead Athena guy could absolutely fuck right off.

He scouted the other team as he wound up his new chain whip to clip onto his belt and sheathed a broadsword.

Who would be the best fighter, they had Ares kids… Maybe them. Ares cabin leader, maybe…

His eyes landed on Drea.

Hm. He could work, though a spear he couldn’t even touch would be-

Wait.

That was fucking perfect. He was a fucking genius. A spear that he couldn’t touch versus a whip that was supposed to be designed to steal weapons away. A perfect challenge to see if this shit would be feasible as a weapon moving forward.

Oh. He was so fucking good.

Terrifyingly, Aurelian’s normally permanently scowling face split into a predatory grin — one that could only be described as “bloodlust worthy”

He turned back to his team and, with the grace of a setting sun, said this wonderful bit of strategy:

“You fuckers do whatever the fuck you want, I’m killing him.” Aurelian snapped angrily as he jabbed a finger directly at Drea.

“AND I WANT HIM TO FUCKING KNOW IT-” Aurelian shouted at the other team “IM KILLING YOU FIRST WITCH”

Kill was a strong word to use, more like severely incapacitate because “maiming” was not allowed, but he was still going to absolutely beat the shit out of him, and trash talk usually involved grandiose gestures anyways.

… At least Drea was getting a fair amount of warning.

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[Talathel]

Celaena Saria

Daughter of Hades - Camper

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Celaena sat up, wiping dog drool from her face as a smile played across her lips. Sariel sat next to her, tail wagging and creating large 'thumps' against the steps the duo sat on. Cel groaned ever so lightly as she heard Chiron's voice echo through the camp, and she slowly stood up. Her icy orbs rolled to Sariel as she made her way toward the Arena to meet with the rest of the group. The daughter of Hades easily blended into the background as she listened to Chiron. Once he spoke about the teams, she went to her cabin. Her armor was set on her bed, and Celaena sighed as she brushed her fingers over the metal and fabric nostalgically.

Sariel gave a quiet woof as she sat down to listen to the game being decided and said. Her red orbs focused on the centaur carefully before following her mistress back to their cabin. Large paws quiet along the ground. While often with her mistress, Sariel would sit out Capture the Flag, which she did often. Her mistress refused to risk her own safety. Sariel would love nothing more than to participate in the game, but fair was fair. So the hellhound often was seen along the sidelines, ever vigilant, ever watching her favorite human to make sure nothing happened to her.

Celaena strode into the cabin and quickly got on her armor. Ebony metal and leather going over her dark clothing. The armor looked like something out of a fairytale to an extent. The shoulders were protected by dark metal, while an ebony leather bodice protected her stomach and ribs. Leather went down to her knees like a skirt, while metal encircled her ribcage attached to the leather bodice. Silver metal clips held the pieces together. Cel strapped on her sword to her left hip, the sheath shimmering faintly as she tightened it before stepping out of her cabin.

Ebony hair was pulled back into a tasteful french braid, a few stray strands framing her face. Light played across the strands, highlighting her hair a dark, inky, almost blue hue. Sharp mercury-dipped ice-blue orbs stared out of an elegant face, the blue tone standing out even more so than usual against her dark clothing and hair. Black boots adorned her feet with silver laces lacing up to her mid-shin. Her sword rested against her hip as she glanced down to Sariel, who gave a soft bark of approval. Now, she was ready for the game. Cel strode back to the arena, light playing against her armor and weapon as she leaned against Sariel quietly, waiting for the true start of the game to begin.

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[AtemDark49]

Nyx!

Oh, great another game of capture the flag, ugh! A bunch of people now were going to be so competitive, it made her sick. Aphrodite cabin wasn't know for being sporty, that was the one stereotype that fit her to a tea. Sure, she wasn't a social butterfly, but she wasn't a full blown tomboy either. Besides it's bloody capture the flag, someone is going to get hurt. They did say no maiming (And naturally no killing didn't need to be said) but acceidents do happen.
She looked over to the Red team and was disappointed to have to fight Bryce of all people, the closest thing she had to a friend in this camp.
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“You fuckers do whatever the fuck you want, I’m killing him.” Aurelian snapped angrily as he jabbed a finger directly at Drea.

“AND I WANT HIM TO FUCKING KNOW IT-” Aurelian shouted at the other team “IM KILLING YOU FIRST WITCH”
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Nyx rolled her eyes, probably the closest thing to bravery and confidence she could ever muster, "great, someone already issued a challenge!" She muttered to herself in a low voice, hoping no one heard as she went to the armory to get herself geared up.

This is going to suck!

 

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Seraphine Valentine

Daughter of Aphrodite

It was time for Capture the Flag. That meant that it was time for Seraphine’s special new armour to come out to play—special in the sense that she had designed and, to a certain degree, made it herself. Just like her passion for design and clothesmaking, Seraphine's love for aesthetics didn't stop on the battlefield. If things were inevitably going to get rough and dirty, she wanted to make an effort to look at least a little good while fighting. In recent months, she had started frequenting the forge to get custom armour pieces cut by a friend and then doing the rest of the lengthy beautification process herself. Today, she was wearing her first complete set.

It didn't appear to be the most defensive armour in the world at first glance, but Seraphine hoped that it would turn out to be as reliable and defensive as it was pretty. Today’s game of Capture the Flag would be its first real test. Beautiful purple and white patterns on glassy malachite surrounded by gold-painted metal lining her chestplate, it didn't cover every inch of her torso like heavy armour would, but it covered enough for the type of combat she was well-versed in. She had also modified her shoulder plates, arm plates, shin plates and hand guards; each of which being as lightweight as possible to prioritise agility. If the armour proved to be competent during the game, she planned to start making some for her friends and trading with other interested campers, too.

Friends on her mind, Seraphine was pleased to find out that she was on the same team as a lot of her closest ones. Apollo's camp-councillor-in-training Callie Fernandez was the first that came to mind. The sunny, bow-wielding blonde had, in three years, become someone who Seraphine considered to be her best friend. Percy Ebeling, one of Seraphine's closest friends from the Athena cabin, would be on her team too—he was the very person who had taught her the art of tailoring, which she'd always think highly of him for.

Satisfied with her allies, Seraphine began scanning the enemy team with observant green eyes, trying to see who she might have a high chance of manipulating during the game. There were a handful of campers she could probably manipulate without amokinesis even being in the equation—without her goddess-given powers, the pretty privilege she’d been gifted with genetically was still real. She didn't, however, think it was enough to coerce someone into being a spy just with the bat of an eyelid—it might come in useful in other situations, but most demigods were too competitive to be swayed without the help of magic when a victory was at stake. Since it was for the purpose of winning the game, Seraphine wouldn't feel bad resorting to her stronger power later on if it came to it.

Her cat-like eyes growing more watchful as she continued to focus on others waiting in the arena, Seraphine subtly began channelling her divine empathy on individual campers congregating amongst the enemy team to try and determine who was feeling more nervous than others. It would be incredibly useful if Blue knew who Red's weakest link was going to be, after all. Being a daughter of Aphrodite, the cabin full of people who stereotypically can’t pull their weight in fights, Seraphine was going to make herself useful in every way she could so she didn’t end up becoming the weakest link. She was agile and quick on her feet due to the nature of her combat style, though the moment it came to a test of muscular strength, she'd be out.

In that event, she could at least worm her way out of the situation with amokinesis, provided she could make eye contact with her opponent for five seconds. It was never going to be as strong as some of her siblings' far more controlling charmspeak abilities, but it still had its uses. Instead of forcing someone to give the flag to her, it would be a case of temporarily making them feel so much love for her that they feel like not helping her out would be a personal betrayal, or even temporarily making them hate a teammate so much that they'd actually consider sabotaging them if she put the idea in their heads with her naturally persuasive way with words.

There was one camper in particular that Seraphine was glad wasn't on blue team with her, but when her eyes landed on their face among the growing crowd, she quickly averted her gaze before they could catch her looking. This was out of character for someone usually as bold and fearless as her, but she was a woman of her word, and wasn't going to go back on the promise she had made a few months ago.

 

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When Bryce mentioned the yearly activity they annually engaged at the start of every summer, Dreavyn sighed with reluctance. He was aware that he would need to take part this time. Having avoided five consecutive activities for the past five years, he had already faced criticism and a whole mouthful from Chiron. His reluctance wasn't rooted in a lack of competitiveness, contrary to what others might assume.

Oddly enough, Drea possesses an odd trait that contrasts to his martial attitude – a disdain for restraint in deploying his magic. Ironically, despite his inclination towards offensive tactics, he predominantly and unwittingly engages in defensive and counteractive styles during 90% of his battles.

He acknowledges the contradiction and understands that it stems from his innate instincts and remarkably high levels of stamina and endurance tolerance. Despite this awareness, he persists in training to overcome what he perceives as a challenge.

Dreavyn noticed Bryce turning toward him and asking whether he might come, suspecting it might be to ascertain whether he plans to sleep throughout the entire event as usual.

"Yeah...I'll come."

Dreavyn sighed with reluctance as he trailed behind Nyx and Bryce, already regretting it.

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Heading towards the Arena, where Chiron was set to announce the day's activity, likely Capture The Flag as Bryce had indicated, and brief everyone on the associated rules and regulations.

As Bryce mentioned, the main event for the day was Capture the Flag. Dreavyn could feel the impending migraine that's coming, and although Dreavyn thought they were fairly matched, he realized he only knew Bryce among the team he was in.

So when it came to choosing a team captain, Bryce immediately voiced for Dreavyn to become Team Captain and Dreavyn soon watched Bryce like he grew another head. As more team members started to concur, Dreavyn suspected Bryce might have cast some sort of persuasive spell, finding the situation increasingly bothersome.

He pointed at Bryce, relaying a telepathic message to him.

"I'll get you for this."

Acknowledging his role, he observed the rival side, recognizing the strength they held. Witnessing a Son of Athena chosen as their leader, memories of their determined spirit and intellectual curiosity flooded back. While admirable, he recalled that arrogance had been the Achilles' heel, just like his fellow siblings. He planned to exploit that weakness.

Still clad in ordinary attire, he observed others preparing and donning their armor. To those familiar with him, it might seem like he had a hidden agenda, and indeed he did. Recently completing his new armor, he planned to wear it but the way a Child of Hecate would. Through magic. Dreavyn stood in contemplation, lost in thought, formulating a strategy for the team's success.

Abruptly, he heard a recognizable voice, and as he spun around, he found a visibly angered Aurelian locking eyes with him, exuding a predatory intensity. Despite knowing Aurelian had expressed his intention to pursue him, the only response he could muster was a dismissive chuckle.

He might have been expressing frustration from the previous encounter; he had an asshole personality, yet his previous advice was true, and Dreavyn still thought about it.

“AND I WANT HIM TO FUCKING KNOW IT......IM KILLING YOU FIRST WITCH”

Dreavyn abruptly ceased his laughter, his head tilting in bewilderment. WHAT?? Aurelian's actual intent to kill him left Dreavyn utterly confused and angered. He realized Aurelian could become a significant obstacle if he was really out for him and the bloodlust look plastered on his face already confirmed it.

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT, WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!?"

The migraine hit him like a truck, prompting Dreavyn to exhale deeply and massage the bridge of his nose, feeling a vein in his head might burst from the frustration that was building up. All he could do was have Bryce deal with it.

"Bryce can you help me with this..."

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Thalassa had been about to ask someone what exactly she was supposed to do other than stand around and wait for whatever orientation was when she heard the voice of a man...no, centaur, booming across the whole camp for everyone to gather at the arena.

'Of course, I know exactly where the arena is...' Thalassa muttered, rolling her eyes. She spotted a perky blonde darting around purposefully, who was wearing the bright orange camp shirt and seemed to know where she was going. It couldn't hurt to follow her.

'Excuse me sweetheart,' she said as she strode over to the blonde with a confident air, her thick hair sweeping behind her as she caught up. 'Can you tell me where the arena is? You seem to know more about this place than I do.'

'Oh!' the girl turned to her in mild surprise, her beautiful green eyes bright and, to Thalassa's great amusement, her pale cheeks turning a flattering shade of pink. 'Sure, I mean of course! You're new here, follow me.'

'With pleasure,' Thalassa replied as she let the blonde lead the way toward the arena. She was clearly distracted, almost as though she already knew what was about to be announced, so Thalassa pressed her a little.

'So, is there a reason we need to go to this...arena? Is there going to be a concert?'

The girl laughed, taken out of her train of thought. 'Gods, no! I'm guessing it's time for Capture the Flag. You'll learn soon enough. I don't think you'll have too much trouble with it: from what I heard, you can handle yourself pretty well in a fight.'

So people already knew about the manticore attack? At least she had gotten a good reputation out of it. She was about to respond with something playful when the centaur began relaying the rules of the game of 'Pick Up the Flag' or whatever they had called it. They were going to let a bunch of kids run around with weapons like they were in Sparta. Surely this was not a good idea. Weird monsters were one thing, but other humans?

She didn't have much time to think about it because at that moment some guy yelled across the camp to the opposing Red Team:

'I'M KILLING YOU FIRST WITCH!'

Thalassa's attention turned to the person he had been addressing on the red team. Didn't Chiron just say that killing was not allowed?

Her suspicions about what this camp was for were all but confirmed now. The manticore, the centaur and satyrs, a 'summer camp' full of youths with seeming magical abilities: Whoever her father was; he was not human, and she? She was 'mitheos'...a demigod. But how? The gods of her ancestors...were they truly real?

It dawned on her that she would need to be on a team herself, but she had no idea who her father was. Maybe she could just go over to some side and they'd just let her join? She felt a pit in her stomach at the thought. If she could just know....

'Father, if you are real please reveal yourself to me,' She bowed her head, closed her eyes and muttered her deep request in he mother tongue, Greek. Nothing happened.

The blonde girl still beside her gasped and seemed to be staring at something above Thalassa's head.
'You've been claimed! Chiron!'

It was then that Thalassa was a little taken aback because all eyes trained onto her, distracted from talk of this game for a moment. Everyone slowly dropped to their knees, bowing to her and Chiron spoke again.

'Hail, Thalassa Thermopolis, Daughter of Poseidon.'

She only had a moment to glance above her head to see a floating holographic trident above her. Then everything else happened in a blur. Chiron decided quickly that she was to choose a team and she was to be given armour.

In all the commotion she spotted a girl in the most beautiful black armour reminiscent of a crow. It would have been kind of creepy had the girl wearing the armour not also been disarmingly stunning and radiated a dark power. Thalassa stared at the beautiful inky black French braid that framed her face and the icy cold blue eyes. She probably should have been intimidated but instead she walked over to her. There was no explanation for why, but Tal had a feeling it would be advantageous to be wherever she was in this game.

'Whatever team you're on, I think I'll be on that one.' She said it bluntly, but with such a casualness that it would be enough to take anyone by surprise. Without armour on or a weapon, Thalassa didn't look like much of a fighter or asset in any way, but she was self-assured. Even with her curly hair flowing loose in regular jeans and white t-shirt surrounded by warriors.

Thalassa had been about to ask someone what exactly she was supposed to do other than stand around and wait for whatever orientation was when she heard the voice of a man...no, centaur, booming across the whole camp for everyone to gather at the arena.

'Of course, I know exactly where the arena is...' Thalassa muttered, rolling her eyes. She spotted a perky blonde darting around purposefully, who was wearing the bright orange camp shirt and seemed to know where she was going. It couldn't hurt to follow her.

'Excuse me sweetheart,' she said as she strode over to the blonde with a confident air, her thick hair sweeping behind her as she caught up. 'Can you tell me where the arena is? You seem to know more about this place than I do.'

'Oh!' the girl turned to her in mild surprise, her beautiful green eyes bright and, to Thalassa's great amusement, her pale cheeks turning a flattering shade of pink. 'Sure, I mean of course! You're new here, follow me.'

'With pleasure,' Thalassa replied as she let the blonde lead the way toward the arena. She was clearly distracted, almost as though she already knew what was about to be announced, so Thalassa pressed her a little.

'So, is there a reason we need to go to this...arena? Is there going to be a concert?'

The girl laughed, taken out of her train of thought. 'Gods, no! I'm guessing it's time for Capture the Flag. You'll learn soon enough. I don't think you'll have too much trouble with it: from what I heard, you can handle yourself pretty well in a fight.'

So people already knew about the manticore attack? At least she had gotten a good reputation out of it. She was about to respond with something playful when the centaur began relaying the rules of the game of 'Pick Up the Flag' or whatever they had called it. They were going to let a bunch of kids run around with weapons like they were in Sparta. Surely this was not a good idea. Weird monsters were one thing, but other humans?

She didn't have much time to think about it because at that moment some guy yelled across the camp to the opposing Red Team:

'I'M KILLING YOU FIRST WITCH!'

Thalassa's attention turned to the person he had been addressing on the red team. Didn't Chiron just say that killing was not allowed?

Her suspicions about what this camp was for were all but confirmed now. The manticore, the centaur and satyrs, a 'summer camp' full of youths with seeming magical abilities: Whoever her father was; he was not human, and she? She was 'mitheos'...a demigod. But how? The gods of her ancestors...were they truly real?

It dawned on her that she would need to be on a team herself, but she had no idea who her father was. Maybe she could just go over to some side and they'd just let her join? She felt a pit in her stomach at the thought. If she could just know....

'Father, if you are real please reveal yourself to me,' She bowed her head, closed her eyes and muttered her deep request in he mother tongue, Greek. Nothing happened.

The blonde girl still beside her gasped and seemed to be staring at something above Thalassa's head.
'You've been claimed! Chiron!'

It was then that Thalassa was a little taken aback because all eyes trained onto her, distracted from talk of this game for a moment. Everyone slowly dropped to their knees, bowing to her and Chiron spoke again.

'Hail, Thalassa Thermopolis, Daughter of Poseidon.'

She only had a moment to glance above her head to see a floating holographic trident above her. Then everything else happened in a blur. Chiron decided quickly that she was to choose a team and she was to be given armour.

In all the commotion she spotted a girl in the most beautiful black armour reminiscent of a crow. It would have been kind of creepy had the girl wearing the armour not also been disarmingly stunning and radiated a dark power. Thalassa stared at the beautiful inky black French braid that framed her face and the icy cold blue eyes. She probably should have been intimidated but instead she walked over to her. There was no explanation for why, but Tal had a feeling it would be advantageous to be wherever she was in this game.

'Whatever team you're on, I think I'll be on that one.' She said it bluntly, but with such a casualness that it would be enough to take anyone by surprise. Without armour on or a weapon, Thalassa didn't look like much of a fighter or asset in any way, but she was self-assured. Even with her curly hair flowing loose in regular jeans and white t-shirt surrounded by warriors.

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[Talathel]

(No code currently due to being on mobile)

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The ebony-haired gal couldn’t help but feel her jaw slightly drop as she saw the trident above a stunning visage of a girl. Despite being a child of the big three herself, Celaena knelt to one knee, placing a hand on the ground as Sariel dipped her head respectfully to the girl. Rising once more, a quick glance towards Sariel indicated the hellhound was giving her a smug look. “Oh shut up ya flaming ball of fluff” she scolded gently, her eyes rolling skywards in exasperation.


The hellhound stole a glance between her bonded mistress’s gaping mouth and the newly claimed demigod. A soft whuffle of a laugh escaped her maw as the hound couldn’t help but snicker at the exasperated gal. As Cel got distracted, the hound saw her chance and with a glint of mischief in her red orbs, casually crept behind her mistress to ‘accidentally’ bump her. Causing Cel to stumble and run right into Thalassa.

Celaena stumbled as Sariel bumped into her and stole a glance at the hellhound, her cheeks brightening a soft shade of red as she blushed… which had most campers staring at the ebony-haired gal in shock. Usually, Cel was so composed and calm yet now she was a stuttering mess that was actually blushing… BLUSHING!! it was a unique sight that no one would have thought to occur to the ‘ice queen’ of Hades Cabin. “I am so so sorry!” The Australian accented voice spoke softly from the daughter of Hades, her cool tone tinged with anxiety.

 

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Percy

justice

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Enthusiastic

OUTFIT

I'm not finding accurate armor rn

LOCATION

Camp Half-Blood Arena

MENTIONS

Aurelian, Drea, A lot of Blue Team

INTERACTS

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Ship in a Bottle — fin.

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Solar Soliloquy.

There is no fate more satisfying than Icarus' fall. For in that moment, you touched him. Warm and loving. Embraced, as wax clung to his form.

SCENE ONE.

Dawn’s glow stretched out over the horizon, splitting through leaves to wrap its tendrils all throughout the camp. Percy was up long before the sun rose, busying himself with little clean ups and preparations for the new arrivals.

This included being donned in his armor, readied for a certain camp custom and really giving a nice scene to those joining them for the first time.

Such a transition could be quite daunting, so it was in kindness to offer guidance. Percy was particularly adept with the younger kids, gravitating towards them to help chase away nerves while still maintaining safety here. Not everyone had a good experience being a demigod, it could bring a lot of pain into people’s lives. But that was exactly why Percy tried so hard to help people find a home here.

Many were excited to see a real warrior, while Percy could talk to those less impressed in a more personal manner about wanting to give good experiences. A heart to heart, to not break the magic for the little kids who thought they were meeting real princesses at Disney.

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A busy morning, Percy couldn’t help but grin at the shift in atmosphere. Leading a small tour around camp, currently situated at the stables to introduce the pegasi, it seemed the curtains were about to reveal the opening scene. Corralling the group and others who appeared a little lost along the way (It was a big camp!), everyone was filing into the arena.


Such a grand sight, the unity between everyone. Percy knew what was coming up, it may not have been everyone’s cup of tea, but it was a good way to introduce the spirit of this camp and bring everyone together. That even included those who did not enjoy the games as there was bound to be new arrivals that didn’t either. A way to find solace in like-minded individuals.

Whispers throughout the…. Darker rules, he helped to ease some tension about the intensity of the game. That they would only need to go as far as they were comfortable with, the rules as a safety net usually more geared towards the… competitive and experienced campers. (That did include himself…. Occasionally.)

As the announcement came to its end, there wasn’t time to waste rounding up. Percy was a clear voice, helping direct anyone lost towards their decided teams as the more seasoned campers were quick to round up with armor and weapons.

“I’d like to take the lead on this.” Quick to the punch, hesitation could have another trying to take control. Not that others couldn’t lead, there were plenty of great minds.

It was just-

“I have a general plan that groups can split off into:” ….He pulled out a map. Leave it to an Athena child to be that prepared and eager to lead that they had a map at the ready. It was color-coordinated with some possible routes. It wasn’t as impressive knowing Percy just made these plans for fun throughout his years here, but still ridiculous nonetheless. “I think the purple lines are the best course of action for the cabins we have here.” Rattling off about a defensive archer line by the flag nestled in the woods- Down to the footsmen routes to go after the other team’s flag.

”Cutting along this path, we’ll have an effective sweep radius. Smaller groups can break off from there and swiften the search, maybe take out some strong competitors along the way.” A glance to the other team, trying to see who was taking charge. “There’s a lot of strong abilities over there but we have counters. Careful of the river, we will probably have to cross it. The forest is where we will be strongest, use it to your advantage.” A good point to the Dionysus and Demeter campers.

He should wrap this up though.

“So-”

“You fuckers do whatever the fuck you want, I’m killing him.”

Oh dear.

A sigh from the Athena campers lips. Aurelian was someone he thought about pulling away to asks specifics of, the two often sparring, Percy knew him well. The plan in his head was for a last line of defense, as anyone who made it that far would hopefully be challenging enough to get Aurelian’s attention, but also at a disadvantage.

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Okay.

Okay.

Gears turning, this would just be a small adjustment to particulars. Not a problem.

“You-”

More yelling. Great. But this could work to their advantage still. Letting him get it out of his system, Percy politely waiting for him to quiet down to- “Make it big, Aurelian.” Grinning when he got the chance, siding with Aurelian’s “murderous” agenda.. “Keep him occupied, give him hell.”

Only a little shake up. More than anything, it was trouble only in that people didn’t understand the Aurelian language. Dreavyn certainly seemed off-put by the declaration…. But so did anyone else who might be concerned about the notion.

It was fiiine.

“I might grab a couple of you later. Otherwise- This is still a game. Stay safe and have fun.” Percy would put himself full into trying to win, but that didn’t mean everyone else had to. This was about experiences, and in the end, people should do what they wanted to here to enjoy themselves.

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[AtemDark49]

Mathew "Matie" Dire.

Another year, another capture the flag competition. Nothing special here, or so she thought when suddenly all the campers started to bow down to one particular camper; a camper with the sign of a Trident upon her head. She was the only one that didn't bow, even after all that daughter of Posideon nonsense. Bloodline didn't matter and it sucks that people put so much weight on it. She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice until too late that she too had a sign above her head.

A lightning bolt!

 

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The Prodigy.

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Auguste

The Prodigy

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MOOD

ok now i REALLY want to go home

OUTFIT

Basically Pajamas

LOCATION

Capture the Flag :c

MENTIONS

Percy, Aurelian, Tal, Mattie, Drea

INTERACTS

N/A

Eat Your Young — Hozier.

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Cyclical Metamorphosis.

Continual cycling, never ending, the same things rise and fall and repeat

SCENE ONE.

The curse of being giant and being quiet, it'd be impossible for him to skip something scary like Capture the Flag. But normally, he was quietly left out of plans. That was nice.

He got nervous when Percy stepped forward in charge. Percy didn't avert his eyes, didn't pretend desperately that the Apollo bastard didn't exist.

Percy… saw him. What a weirdo.

Nervousness was immediately taken over by sighs of ‘of course’ when the battle plans were rolled out.

Color-coordinated for their convenience, never happier at any point than when he was gabbing about some theory he’d concocted for battle.

What a nerd.

Auguste watched the planning, the declaration of war (a snort of laughter didn't come from him at their response, it didn't, it wasn't funny. Death threats were serious business). The annoyance on Aphrodite's daughter's face, haughty and prideful despite her insistence of humility. A kindred spirit, of sorts. The awe of claimed children that Auguste didn't bend for.

Silence was protection, but also a strength. After all, why would he bow for children of gods he didn't believe in?

A silence he cloaked himself in. And he'd managed to go unquestioned, silent. Oh no he didn't have a role in Percy’s plan… how absolutely terrible what a complete and total humiliation not being included noooooo-

Thank fucking God he could go bird watching instead.

He picked up the only equipment he was allowed to use nowadays, a single solid wooden staff. Apparently he’d “attempted to bludgeon someone to death with a helmet” two years ago, so he was no longer allowed to use solid armor for the safety of everyone around him.

Well, Auguste couldn't really blame the counselors. That sounded really scary after all.

Instead, he was given chainmail and a bicycle helmet which he put on reluctantly: the equivalent of jogging near the people playing basketball on the outskirts of the court, slightly behind everyone so that the ball was never passed to him, but putting in just enough effort to never be called out for not trying.

Not that really anyone wanted to see him trying, but rules were rules. Summer camp was still summer camp.

Blood.

No, he was better now. Competitive drive to win was just a passing emotion, one that inspired bloodshed for causes he could barely even be fucked to care about in the first place. He had gone a year now without indulging, and he wasn't going to go back now.

He surveyed the forest, taking two steps away from the group, looking for the best place to cloud watch.

If anyone asked, he was doing some early recon.

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The Survivalist.

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The Survivalist

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MOOD

Hey. Hey. What's going on. Hey.

OUTFIT

Off da street

LOCATION

Sera

MENTIONS

Percy, Tal, Mattie

INTERACTS

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Let's Fall in Love — FINNEAS.

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Aster's Eulogy.

A star has died, the brightest burn the fastest, and all that remains is silence

SCENE ONE.

Graham was utterly confused.

First, he was having a LOVELY conversation with a woman who claimed he was the son of a god, alright, he’d figured that one out. Then people were walking towards one location and he followed.

Okay, he could follow along for now.

Capture the Flag. Oh. The kid’s game? He could play a little Capture the Flag, help the children along a little. The 12 year olds- wait why was everyone grabbing full body armor and shields and oh those weapons were NOT made out of rubber what the feck-

And then the shimmery thing was happening with people and everyone was bowing and-

Okay he can bow too! Look!

With a three second delay behind everyone else’s bowing, Graham hastily attempted to avert his eyes and do a bow as well.

He tried to not feel too put out about the lack of bowing that came with his claiming and the sword pointing that had followed his personal claim but HEY they couldn’t ALL be- was that a trident?

Poseidon. They couldn’t ALL be the children of Poseidon, now could they.

And then a lightning bolt.

Oh, so were they all supposed to turn towards the other kid and bow towards her now??

This was so awkward, he was never going to bow for anyone ever again.

He gave a small little clap of his hands, breaking the silence. “Well! Lovely bowing sesh everyone!”

He had no fucking clue why that happened. He was an idiot.

“Now back to strategy! So the whosits are supposed to go where now?”

The tone of such comments had just this general warm stupidity as he looked at the redhead who seemed in charge.

A sword was thrust in his hand and armor which he promptly put on backwards.

Someone please help him

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The Prophet.

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River

The Prophet

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MOOD

youngest sibling bothering their oldest sibling energy

OUTFIT

SUPER READY FOR BATTLE

LOCATION

Colisseum

MENTIONS

Aurelian, Drea

INTERACTS

Xen6n

Zitti e Buoni — Måneskin.

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Oracle's Lament.

What is the difference between a prophet and a madman? Nothing, nothing at all.

Scene One.

The whispers in River’s head were agitated today.

They weren’t… crazy. They could just hear things nobody else could, see things that people could only get glimpses of in the bump in the night. Shadows on the walls that loomed tall bent over to speak into his ear.

Something was amiss, but what.

Skittering out of the cabin, the booming announcements cut through the soft sounds of rivers and gentle bells that had accompanied a meditation session. An enrichment activity, good for the body and the soul. A nice break from where they’d been sitting motionless, trying to hear what the voices were saying, arguing, a cacophony of noise that rattled around louder, louder, louder.

"Bryce can you help me with this..."

Unfortunately, Drea did not get Bryce to help him with this, he got a River.

Whispered into his ear while clinging to his shoulder, River’s entire weight was suddenly on Drea traipsing and falling upon him. “How goes the boat as it steers towards the snake.”

A very friendly greeting. A general glance over at the opposing team. Onto Drea's face, his expression of worry and apprehension.

“The winged vengeance lies, express post beckons naught for the sacrificial lamb to move under the mother.” River very gently patted his brother's cheek twice.

And then she stared. Murky vacant eyes meeting sharp intelligence, staring into his soul, reading his secrets.

“Oh but the woes of Cassandra. Perhaps the winged vengeance does wish for the beckoning of the bells.” And then River stuck a cotton ball in Drea’s mouth (where the fuck did she get that???), crossed her arms across her chest, and trust fell backwards onto the ground. Upon hitting the ground they back rolled and sprang back up with a small “ta-da” flourish.

“Requiescat in pace.”

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Queenie was an early bird for the most part. Before her cabinmates could have woken up, she was oftentimes already out of the room to work on her own things before moving onto spending some time outside, whether it was walking, battle training or painting. It was a habit that she had gotten since her first time at camp and most of her cabinmates had gotten used to her lack of presence in it— not out of malice or dislike for them, but one out of a need to always be moving.

The morning didn't bring as much stress as the latter parts of the day does. As much as she loved the little quirks and general demeanor of the other campers, it was nice to finally be able to get some peace and quiet every now and then. Queenie did enjoy every opportunity she could to spend time with herself. An opportunity to lower her mask and no worry about appearances. A nice break in her routine and moment to just be herself.


But that peace was short lived when She heard the call for capture the flag, when she entered the area of the Arena, Queenie placed a smile back on her face and strode towards the crowds that had gathered so she can hear what the heads of the camp had to say. The sooner she knew who was on her side for the game, the sooner she could adjust her mask in a sense for whom she was going to be around. She tended to do that. It was tedious yes…..But it was necessary.


At least that was how she was raised by her mother to think. It was just how she was at this point as it had gotten her this far in life. But enough thinking about that……It was almost game time and she had to get mentally and get her armor on to be most prepared for such a thing. She was always down for a good spar or game like this. She was a daughter of Ares after all! Being slightly competitive kinda came with the territory.


But unlike most of her demi-god brothers and sisters, She used her intelligence as well. Not to the scale of Athena campers of course but She was definitely not fighting just to fight. She always had a plan!

A plan indeed!


Well maybe not like the best plan ever! But just kind of an outline of course!


As much as she would have been happy to paint all morning, She wouldn’t turn down this game as it was good practice with her beloved spear. It didn’t take long at all for Queenie to grab her spear, put on her well-maintained black leather, well fitting armor and arm guards before heading back to wait for the game to begin. The masked smile across her lips. Her long blonde curls pulled back into a ponytail for ease of making doing any sort of quick movement in the game without her hair wacking her in her face.

She was eager to get started once She found a spot to wait before having to mingle with the fellow red team members.

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Ah yes…….

Summer time at Camp Half-Blood, A time that always brought new and old faces. Ashton had grown used to it after 6 years of it. He could recall his own first time at camp well…..But He loved the joy, He got to see when camper’s finally got claimed. It was funny really, how things make more sense when that happened yeah! But you never know who is the parent of who on first glances right?!

Nope you can’t just assume based on that!

Ashton was well aware of his love of the sea and sharks long before He had gotten claimed himself but He would have never thought in a million years that He would be the kid of one of the Big Three. But here He was, A son of Poseidon…..even if He had no control over one of his own abilities yet…….It was still totally awesome!

But enough reminiscing yeah?

Time to enjoy the flow of what the day brings!


Ashton was always an early riser…..He loved to watch the sunrise and sit near any body of water just to bring him some early peace in the day! It was nice! A peaceful start to the day of course! But after awhile, He’d get up get some food in the mess and go back to the body of water to try to work on getting that one pesky ability to work for him. Water Manipulation was surprising a finicky one but one day He’d master it! He had too!


He would relax on the pranks just for the day……But that doesn’t mean Ashton was not going to cause any mischief at all! Haha that would be silly! He wouldn’t be that outta character. Once, The teen heard the call for the capture the flag……He let out a groan dropping the water that He’d finally gotten a hold after a long morning of practice.




He would come back to that later……


Slowly the boy rose to his feet brushing himself off before heading towards the arena…..He was probably one of the last ones there. But Stayed away from the crowds opting to keep a distance unsure if He wanted to participate in the game or not yet…..But it would give him ample opportunity to prank his fellow campers…..


Curious indeed!


He wasn’t exactly paying too much attention. Just having a good ole time playing with a water droplet that He had found on an surface. Twirling it around his fingers changing it from solid to liquid.

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[Karcen]

Larua Eldrige
Location: forge
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Laura was quite happy once she was alone again in the forge, she hated having others in it. She had her own rhythm her own music when making something and she didn't like when others put sour notes in her work because they were lacking. Even something as simple as a door frame could cone out wrong if it wasn't made with the right song. Laura didn't need the fancy metals that it seemed everyone had in abundance these days. How could they complain about silent gids when God made metal was becoming as common as their simple bronze. Really what did any of the others have to complain about a broken home? That was temporary they would and could leave it. None of them suffered a broken body like Laura and yet they complained about mommy or daddy not helping them. In that way they were spoiled they didn't know what it was to be truly human, each was stronger, faster, better all around than humans along with gifted with powers. Compared to being forever crippled a broken home might be a good price to pay for inate superiority. Those that claimed to hate their Godly parents should truly commit and strip themselves of all that made them more than human. Laura was sure Simeon like fucking dreavyn would have that spell figured out in an afternoon. Then he would whine that his mom didn't come from the underworld and hand it to him.

Laura didn't have to focus all her thoughts on the simple work before her as a rectangle was easy enough to make. As for the enchantment it took a little thinking but she could work the magic into the metal itself. She didn't just draw runes on something and pour power into them. No Laura made the magic she wanted a part of the structure of the metal itself. She poured will and hate into every strike. Magic in a way was an argument between the user and the universe. She said this door has more space behind it and the universe said no. It was her will and anger that along with the right words beat reality into submission until it said yes. That was magic the art of telling the universe you knew better and forcing it to comply.

That might be why he thinks we're often better than others she wasn't just using power to telltale universe to turn a blind eye or to just barely change things. She beat reality into shape. She heated and hammered each blow another blow aginst what was until it became what she wanted. Her way of things told what sonething was on a fundamental level thus perhaps that lead to greater power. Laura didn't know, and she wasn't going to ask anyone. Most hecate might not get it and dreavyn from what she knew was a fucking hippy about magic.

It did not take long for the frame to taje shape and Laura could start the rune where most people though the magic was applied. She had won the argument she had made reality listen abd now she simply had yo set it in stone. That was what the Runes were they were the signing of a contract to set in stone what now was.

 

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The Magician

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Irritated

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This is NOT CTF Appropriate

LOCATION

Arena

MENTIONS

Drea, River, Aurelian

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SUPERMODEL — Måneskin.

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Reflection.

Shattered fragments affixed into delicate shapes. A shimmering tapestry, but the pieces are jagged and fractured. What was it like to be whole?

SCENE ONE.

Summer, the season of endless opportunities.

Going to Camp Half-Blood had opened whole new doors for Magus, it was something he looked forward to as school years came to a close. This time, there would be no classes in Autumn’s grasp. Magus was going to spend these last years full time to really throw themselves into magical studies.

First thing upon arrival was unpacking…. That poor, poor Ares kid. There was always someone Magus managed to rope into helping haul their maximalist lifestyle to the cabin, do all the heavy work and then be shooed off.

Go, go! This bunk was in desperate need for a mattress topper, much to do, no time to talk.

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Which wasn’t too much of an exaggeration. Magus still did not finish set up before a voice bellowed about the campgrounds.

Ugghhhh nooooo. Not already.

It was time to face hell, an activity that seemed like it was put on this earth to spite him specifically. (Dramatic ass.)

Capture the flag.
Summoned from the confines of the Hecate cabin, Magus hid annoyance behind a cool exterior, nothing more than a mild disinterest towards the camp tradition. It made sense, this was a demi-god equivalent to what normal summer camps might do as a welcoming game. Didn’t make it any less awful though. Just not enough reward there to tire himself out and have swords and arrows flying about.

Not at all paying attention to the teams, Magus simply followed the bright form that was River in order to place themself. Hm. Wasn’t an awful team, not that it mattered as Magus would not be helping. But placing bets made things all the more bearable so-

“Looks like you have an admirer, Drea.” A light tease to their cabin-sibling, not at all empathetic that he had the murderous attention of Aurelian. At least River was trying to be helpful, Magus would gladly watch the two beat the shit out of each other. Maybe she should grab a snack to bring out there for the show? And now- What was Bryce supposed to do. Come on, Drea, face your fights head on!

Everything was just going down. The declarations of war, some claimings- Hm, well that was interesting enough to get a peak. Poseidon and Zeus. Got some possible powerhouses coming into being. Greeeat.

A smile flashed as people were excited for them, just waiting for things to hurry along. The sooner this game started, the sooner Magus could fuck off to pass the time over. At least from now on it would get better, Magus actually enjoyed being around people, the celebratory attitude of the first day of summer wasn’t horrible in itself. It was just capture the flag. Boring. Lame.

Sigh.

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[Zenritch]

"Pleasure doing business with you, lads" A blonde walked away from a group of returning campers with a satisfied grin on her face, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and most importantly, a pocketful of golden drachma.

Summer's just started to get into full swing and just about everyone have different reasons to feel enthusiastic about its arrival. For the new campers who've just gotten their world turned upside down, they feel a sense of anxiousness and wonder upon entering camp and taking the first step to discovering their divine legacy. On the other hand, some of the senior campers who volunteer to welcome them do it either out of a sense of duty or goodwill, or even just to feel a rush of excitement and curiosity whenever they see a couple of new faces. For Clover, however, Summer is that magical season every year filled with the most opportunities to make a profit.

Aside from the regular returnees, for some reason, it's also the time when new "fish" arrive in droves, fresh from a traumatic encounter with monsters they've thought until then to be nothing more than fairytale creatures.

And so she decided to join the welcoming committee in greeting the new arrivals. Is she doing it in the of camp spirit? Heck no. There are two main reasons why she'd go out of her way to welcome the newbies. The first is to scout which of them she can easily entire into her "business" and which she'd have a harder time of convincing to part with their money. The second, and perhaps the most important reason, is to make a good first impression. In all the years she's been at camp, she discovered that the ones who arrived here relatively unscathed instead of barely making it out by the skin of their teeth from some random monster attack was quite rare. So plastering on a fake smile and showing some semblance of genuine concern would instill a sense of trust towards her in these new campers.

Anyways, while she can empathize with what the newbies have gone through, she's more interested in turning them into loyal customers first above anything else. But some may think 'Clover, why not befriend the newbies first, before turning them in gambling addicts?' Well she did try that during her first year... but that came back to bite her in the ass when they discovered her abilities. Some pestered her continuously to provide blessings or curse some random chap that looked at them funny as if she's some kind of walking hex dispenser, while others accused her of rigging the bets too much in her favor. While she admittedly overdid it during her first year just to get her hands on that luxurious bath she has in her cabin, she's also learned the hard way that turning customers into friends is the better and less messier approach.

After gathering a few prospective customers, she invited them over to her cabin and let them blow of some steam with the various games available. Surprisingly most of them ended up winning a couple of times, and practically all of them said they would come back again to play. Although Clover had suffered what others would deem a loss, she viewed it more as a long-term investment. By giving the newbies a taste of what it's like to win, she had successfully generated a new batch of returning customers. Eventually, she'd be able to recuperate whatever loss she incurred and even make more from them than the meager cash they pocketed today.

She was just about ready to introduce another batch of newbies to the wonders of gambling when she heard the announcement to gather at the Arena.

"So it's about time for that to start, huh?" Clover mused before she hurriedly put on her armor and headed straight for the arena. If the event that she's thinking at the top of her head is what Chiron's going to announce then the profits she'll gain from that would make what she's earned all morning seem like chump change.

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As soon as Chiron finished his announcement regarding the next big camp activity, Clover fished a remote control from her pocket and hurriedly pressed a button. This caused what could only be described as an army of automatons to flood the arena, with three distinctly larger ones positioning themselves at the center. They each faced north, east, and west respectively and a circular slot on their chest opened before they started projecting a pre-recorded message on the walls of the Arena.

"Lads and lasses, newbies and old-timers! It's that time again! If you're seeing this message, then good ol' Chiron has formally announced we'll be having a nice game of Capture the Flag! But since I first came at camp, I found that it's only the participants that truly get to enjoy the game since spectators like yourself have poor to downright shoddy visibility of what's happening inside that spooky forest. So being a girl of the people such as myself, I decided to make these sorts of camp activities more immersive for those who prefer to watch others spill their guts rather than experience it themselves. So I partnered with my genius automaton-loving friend from the Hephaestus cabin, I'm talking about you Corona, to bring you full-video coverage of the action, absolutely for free!" pre-recorded Clover announced excitedly, much to the excitement of senior campers and new arrivals alike. The cheering only got louder at the arrival of a fleet of automaton flying drones equipped with GoPros ready to broadcast the upcoming activities.

"However, watching people try to hack off each other's limbs in of itself can get boring. So if you want to add some spice and excitement to your viewing experience, please feel free to get the attention of the automatons I've deployed to place bets. We have a wide range of categories to choose from! You can bet on which team's going to win, who's gonna come out on top as the MVP, and even who's gonna have the infamous PPP (Piss-Poor Performance) among all the participants. And I know that I've ruffled a few feathers here and there over the years so this year, I've decided to sit out on sitting out and join the game. You can bet if I'm gonna get my butt handed to me or if I'm going to come out of this thing relatively alright!"

And there it is. Some may wonder why a money-grubber like Clover would pour out so much money just to cover a live broadcast of Capture the Flag, and do it without charging anybody. But the daughter of Tyche was well aware of how people get when it comes to watching sporting events, and since this counts as one of the major sporting events at camp, it only made sense to take advantage of it by introducing betting into the system.

"Remember! Betting is completely optional, so it's absolutely fine if you wish to abstain and just enjoy the action. The important thing is everyone enjoys the show and their time here at camp." What a loud of Minotaur dung. She had to add that disclaimer so she wouldn't get in trouble with Chiron and Mr. D but in a perfect world, Clover wanted everyone glued to their seats, and more than willing to throw money on the screens as they fiercely bet on the outcome of the game.

"Anyways, that's all for me! Look forward to the action, everyone!" with that, the pre-recorded message ended, only to be replaced by slides showing the different betting categories, a message of appreciation to the Hephaestus kid who apparently designed the various automatons, and even an advertisement of Clover's casino in her cabin.

After the video message ended, Clover made her way to the Red team and honestly, she's pretty confident on the players she's seen so far. Aside from the guy who wanted to give her long-time tea supplier an express ticket to Hades, their time isn't half-bad. She knew the Ares kids always take CTF seriously, and having the infamous "Ice Queen" was always reassuring.

"I don't know about you guys, but I like the odds of us actually winning this whole thing." Clover said enthusiastically before giving Dreavyn an apologetic look. "I dunno what you did to tick Aurelian off but good luck surviving. Be a bit of a shame if my exotic tea supplier's gonna get unalived today."

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Nikolai

Aphrodite Head Counselor

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Infirmary

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Ilya

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Totally valid excuse...

It had been a while since the bug incident, but Nikolai still felt something crawling over their skin. They’d barely touched the thing, coaxing it into an empty shampoo bottle by tapping it with an eyeshadow palette. The moment the door was opened, they launched it across the lawn. That feeling of little legs though, that stayed.

Swatting at their arm for the fifth time that afternoon, Nikolai didn’t expect it to actually hurt.

“What the fuck!”

The wetness against their palm was also disturbing, but the culprit was easy to find. The bee twitched before the majority of it fell to the floor in the cabin, the stinger still in their arm.

It was a good enough excuse to miss capture the flag, but they’d use anything as an excuse not to play that. After one run in with Aurelian a few summers ago, they were all flagged out. They used to guard it from the trees, shooting anyone who got too close, but that’s an easy way to get cornered. Really, Nikolai would rather not join at all.

“No, I’d love to go with you all, but I got to go get this checked out.”

Slowly backing their way out the Aphrodite cabin as everyone else was starting to leave.

“So sorry guys. Make me proud though.”

Go team!

With everyone going to the game, the infirmary was probably empty, which meant they could waste the time of whichever poor Apollo kid was stuck in there for tonight. They’d hate to have to deal with the aftermath of capture the flag.

Opening the door to the infirmary, Nikolai smiled when they saw Ilya all alone. Not their favorite person to bother, but someone who would tolerate them past a simple hello.

“Just who I wanted to see.”

They didn’t need prompting to sit across from him, taking up the space easily.

“I got stung by a bee.”

They stuck their forearm out of him, but the tiny little stinger was barely even noticeable.

“I think I might die.”

Yeah, something like that.

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Ilya

The Doctor

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Humanist's Folly.

Extend the self, till all that remains is scattered to the winds

Scene One.

Ilya had never been one for violence. When their way of life meant a bit of blood had to be spilt, there had been a promise long ago made: keep the bloodshed around him to a minimum.

It was distressing to smack his friends, and after drunk crying over hitting someone and accidentally giving them a bloody nose and healing them immediately while stroking their back and apologizing profusely, Ilya had gotten permission to sit out during Capture the Flag.

Which meant that he was often bored during the match, and the perpetually exhausted son of Apollo usually used this time to take a nap before the injured came in. This time, though, he wasn’t feeling quite tired enough.

So he was organizing the Band-Aids from smallest to largest in order to pretend like he was being busy. And then organizing them from boring to fun.

He was currently trying to decide if Disney princesses or Bluey was more fun when Nikolai walked in.

“Just who I wanted to see.”

“Nikolai” Ilya responded with a small dip in his head, Russian tongue curling around the familiar name – he had a cousin named Nikolai, liked beetles a lot. Cried once over a mouse in a flower. Good kid. Not the person looking at him currently. “What could I help-”

“I got stung by a bee.”

“... How distressing.” Ilya responded with a bit of dried sarcasm curling around the edges, a small examination of the stinger lodged in there. He had been doing VERY important things, Nikolai. He placed the forearm gingerly back down in the Aphrodite kid’s lap and got up to wet a washcloth with soap and water.

“I think it might be deadly.”

“Probably.” Ilya said lightly as he sat back down, beckoning a finger so that Nikolai would reach their arm out again, took a pair of tweezers and gently squeezed the skin around the stinger before plucking it out with a quick and sure motion. Then he washed the very small wound with the washcloth, placed an Elsa Band-Aid over top before handing Nikolai a small ice pack to put on the swelling.

Normally, Ilya would shoo the camper out of the Apollo cabin to go continue bludgeoning their friends, it was good practice or whatever excuse he told himself at night to make sure he slept. But Nikolai was basically his age, and treating her like a kid was probably not going to endear him to her.

A smile wrapped around his expression. Conspiracy dancing behind brown eyes. He was just happy to be included in the scheme this time. “Maybe you should stay here for observation. Y’know. Just in case you go into anaphylactic shock.”
He gestured to a couch for Nikolai to lounge upon. "Please, make yourself at home."

And then settled back into where he'd been arranging the Band-Aids. The dilemma he'd put to rest a little bit ago coming back into attention as he sat down and stared between the two boxes. His eyes slowly slid over to the form of Nikolai, feeling obligated to start a conversation somehow.

An idea formed. The way to start a conversation with someone so incredibly out of his league. Ask a question to start a discussion.

It had to be an incredibly important question.

"Hey."

So very important.

"What do you think is more fun, Disney princesses or Bluey" He held up the boxes of bandages and rattled them for emphasis, stupid grin on his face.

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