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Frankly, Callie was stunned with the turn of events from the moment of her encounter with the new campers to the moment Capture the Flag teams were announced. Who knew the new girl would be another child of Poseidon? Who knew Zeus would one-up his brother by claiming his own daughter too? Who knew Aurelian would get so angry at Dreavyn Sullivan...scratch that: that one was totally believable. Either way there were two new campers sired by one of the Big Three and one of them was on her team. That was most important!

She noticed through the hustle and bustle that Percy from Athena cabin had already begun explaining his fully formed, colour coded game plan and she couldn't help but smile. Whilst he did that, she had her own impossible task to do; she would be able to catch up with the plan in no time. All she ever had to do was keep as hidden as possible and shoot the enemy...most of the time.

No, what she needed to do was head to the forge. This time she was sure she could persuade Laura to participate.

'Here goes nothing I guess...' she muttered to herself as she headed to her destination. Sure enough there was Laura, avoiding everyone. Callie approached with a certain caution mixed with congeniality. She was not in the mood to get chewed out by the girl. Nor did she want to come across as overly pushy, but what the daughter of Apollo wanted most was to win, and Laura Eldrige could help.

'Hi Laura. Cabin nine's on Blue Team. We'd love it if you join us for the game.' The blonde was sure her approach would be ignored so with resolve and a determined sparkle in her green eyes she added, 'And by "we'd love it" I mean, no excuses. I...I mean, we aim to win and you are an asset. So come on out. You have five minutes.'

Callie did not expect the apathetic daughter of Hephaestus to actually listen to her, but it was always worth a try. Besides she could hear the muffled sound of Clover McDowell's pre-recorded gambling ad, and she hoped the girl had bet on no one being able to persuade Laura to join in. Her hobby was totally distasteful.









Frankly, Callie was stunned with the turn of events from the moment of her encounter with the new campers to the moment Capture the Flag teams were announced. Who knew the new girl would be another child of Poseidon? Who knew Zeus would one-up his brother by claiming his own daughter too? Who knew Aurelian would get so angry at Dreavyn Sullivan...scratch that: that one was totally believable. Either way there were two new campers sired by one of the Big Three and one of them was on her team. That was most important!

She noticed through the hustle and bustle that Percy from Athena cabin had already begun explaining his fully formed, colour coded game plan and she couldn't help but smile. Whilst he did that, she had her own impossible task to do; she would be able to catch up with the plan in no time. All she ever had to do was keep as hidden as possible and shoot the enemy...most of the time.

No, what she needed to do was head to the forge. This time she was sure she could persuade Laura to participate.

'Here goes nothing I guess...' she muttered to herself as she headed to her destination. Sure enough there was Laura, avoiding everyone. Callie approached with a certain caution mixed with congeniality. She was not in the mood to get chewed out by the girl. Nor did she want to come across as overly pushy, but what the daughter of Apollo wanted most was to win, and Laura Eldrige could help.

'Hi Laura. Cabin nine's on Blue Team. We'd love it if you join us for the game.' The blonde was sure her approach would be ignored so with resolve and a determined sparkle in her green eyes she added, 'And by "we'd love it" I mean, no excuses. I...I mean, we aim to win and you are an asset. So come on out. You have five minutes.'

Callie did not expect the apathetic daughter of Hephaestus to actually listen to her, but it was always worth a try. Besides she could hear the muffled sound of Clover McDowell's pre-recorded gambling ad, and she hoped the girl had bet on no one being able to persuade Laura to join in. Her hobby was totally distasteful.







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Laura could almost feel when another person entered the forge just as she finished her work. Making a door frame was really nothing even if it was enchanted 4 joining square rods with was not a hard task for someone like her. It might not even be that hard for normal humans, just getting them all perfectly squared and even would take a little more time than her along with the engraving. Laura just assumed that whoever came in wanted to work on something like her and thus could be safely ignored, after all why would someone come looking for her? the only people she had berated today were already gone and had their chance to retaliate against her words. Laura knew she would be done in a few moments and then she could go back to her room and resume her expansion. Corona had to fucking show off just how blessed she was by opening that stupid bunker. Well Laura would make her own she could add rooms and spaces until her room as a bigger complex than the fucking bunker and then maybe she would make the rules to get in it even more stringent or something just so not even someone favored by their godly father could grant them access. Laura was already planning out the structure in her head and what she might be able to do if she could perhaps make a window into the space between her room and normal space.

What laura would never have assumed was the person entering the forge was here for her, well here for her in a none violent way. What she said as she approached was perhaps the dumbest thing Laura had heard all day. Who in their right fucking mind invited her to something physically demanding? Everyone knew just who was the weakest in the camp. Laura didn't suffer from adhd like most as she didn't have their battle senses, she held no strength outside the forge and the best thing she could fight with was sharp words. Well there were her guns, but well she had never used them on others so what they could do should be a mystery so why seek her out?

" Whoever decided to send you really is either playing the cruelest of jokes on you or is the dumbest of leaders " Laura said as she moved away from the anvil where the cooling metal was. " Is today the 10 and under half blood only day or something for sports?" Laura asked rhetorically " Maybe then I might be useful if they all take it easy on me" She chuckled though there was only spite in her voice, though who was it directed at? " So did Vi talk you into this? Go invite the weakling she will be so grateful for the attention or something? " Laura continued as she reached for the door frame which started to fold up like pretty much all things made at the camp. The camp trouble maker was the one Laura assumed would get someone to do something this dumb.
 


















What’s a Bluey?






Perfect. Ilya was hooked. Yes! Very distressing. Nikolai was so brave for surviving this long.

“There must be something you can do.”
Save their life, doc! Nikolai looked away as Ilya grabbed the tweezers, finding it easier to relax when they weren’t looking right at it. The tweezers were cold, but Ilya was fast and next thing they knew, they were all patched up.

Elsa? That was fitting with the ice pack. Nikolai almost made a joke, but it was better to leave that to the Hermes kids. Placing the icepack on their arm, they glanced over Ilya to see if he’d kick her out, but it seemed he too was trying to hide out in here.

Nikolai did as they were told, leaning back on the couch.
“I’m sure you’ll save my life if I do.”
But she felt perfectly fine. Of course, Ilya could probably tell her enough facts about allergies to make her brain explode. So she’d trust him on this one, even if they were both avoiding a silly game.

Sitting in silence, Nikolai took the room in. Nothing stood out besides Ilya bent over a table of bandaids. They thought he’d stay focused on them too, but Ilya’s gaze soon came back to them. Giving him a soft smile, they’d never thought he was into much more than medicine. Maybe today could be fun.

“What do you think is more fun, Disney princesses or Bluey?”

Oh. Yeah, that made much more sense.
“What’s a ‘Bluey?’”
Normally the summers were when Nikolai was filled in on the latest human trends, but inevitably they’d be a year or two behind on some things. Looking between the two boxes, Nikolai tried to weigh the two over fairly, but it was hard when they didn’t know the source material.

“Disney princesses. The dogs are cute but the princesses are prettier.”
Much more universal than a blue, cartoon dog.
“But I may be biased towards my campers.”
Children of Aphrodite could put looks above all else.
“Maybe your cabin is different.”


Though, who could genuinely hate a Disney princess?
“Who’s your favorite?”
Certainly everyone had one.
“I like Rapunzel best.”
Not that Nikolai disliked any of them. They had, however, just seen Tangled a couple years ago, having never heard the story of Rapunzel until coming to camp. But Nikolai found the movie quite relatable.































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Various footsteps echoed all throughout the normally quiet halls of Bunker 9, projecting the illusion that it was bustling with life. However, of these footfalls, one could clearly discern that a vast majority of them were artificial, inorganic, and lifeless. Yet among the sea of mechanical steps, a fiery-haired young woman was zipping all over the place, retrieving tools and acquiring components from passing automatons.

At the speed she was going, one would be forgiven for mistaking her as a surgeon desperately grasping for the necessary equipment to save their patient’s life. And given the current situation, that comparison isn't entirely wrong.

On a large metallic “operating table” lay the Hephaestus girl’s patient, mangled, damged, and seemingly beyond repair. However, the inorganic spark in its eyes remained, as if still clinging desperately for life.

“I ain't losing you today, HAL-13. Hang in there.” the girl said as she began cutting and removing the robot’s damaged components.

HAL-13, or Halfblood Automated Lifesaver - Number 13, tried to speak, but what came out of it was only a series of garbled noises. Undoubtedly, its voicebox was also damaged, but replacing it wasn't in the girl’s list of priorities at the moment.

As she continued operating on the automaton, she began internally listing the components that need to be replaced and what priority they belong to.

“Ah dammit. Looks like your power core’s gonna need replacement, and that thing got your CPU badly too. This is gonna be more complicated than I thought.” the girl mumbled to herself as she grimaced at the damage the automaton sustained.

“APA - 5 get another power core from storage. APA - 7, hook HAL-13 to an external power source for the mean time, and APA - 25, begin the backup process for HAL-13’s Neural Cloud.” the redhead ordered, and the three Automated Production Assistants closest to her nodded in unison before setting out to perform their assigned tasks.

Meanwhile, the daughter of Hephaestus looked at the automaton, concern rife in her eyes.

“You're way too reckless, HAL-13. I know I programmed you girls to prioritize saving halfbloods but throwing yourself in the middle of a charging Minotaur after you ran out of ammo? What if your CPU was damaged far worse than it already has and I couldn't salvage your Neural Cloud?” Corona sighed exasperatedly before giving HAL-13 an apologetic look.

“Forget it. I designed you to protect demigods and you did your job perfectly. It’s my fault I haven't figured out how to automatically sync and backup your Neural Cloud so you wouldn't have to worry about getting KIA'ed. Still, I wish you have more of a sense of self-preservation. Other people may think of you as nothing more than nuts and bolts but you're all my precious girls.”

After APA-5 returned with the new power source, Corona resumed operating on HAL-13.

“External power source connection, verified. Neural Cloud backup… Successful. Okay… time to get to work. “

After a nail-biting hour, Corona wiped the sweat from her brow and smiled enthusiastically. She had successfully replaced HAL-13’s power core and switched out the damaged components for new ones. After she was done replacing the system-critical components, she got to work with the automaton’s aesthetical features, including the damaged voicebox and the synthetic skin.

These features came as a result of trial and error as Corona quickly learned that a panicked demigod running for dear life from a monster wouldn't really be all too eager to flee towards a hunk of anthropomorphic metal rushing toward their aid.

“In hindsight, making the prototype HAL look like Arnold Schwarzenegger wasn’t the best idea either.” Corona mused as she remembered how quickly the idea backfired. How was she supposed to know that Arnie charging towards a pre-pubescent kid would be far more terrifying than the Harpy going after said kid? It was really embarrassing when both halfblood and harpy fled towards the opposite direction while proto HAL kept screaming “Come with me, if you want to live!” while chasing after them.

That's why she figured to make the current HALs look like teenage girls. Not only do they look human, they also looked less intimidating and even more trustworthy.

“There ya go, HAL-13. Now don't let me see you here again so soon. You know how much I hate seeing you girls sustain such devastating injuries.” Corona said after sighing in relief. She was about to instruct the APAs to return all the tools and extra parts back to their proper storage locations when she quickly remembered something and turned around to HAL-13 who was jjst about to return to her post.

“I forgot to tell you something…” She reached out her hand to the robot’s head and gently petted her hair. ”Good job… You did great! Just take better care of yourself, okay?”

“Should I consider this a priority directive? “ HAL-13 asked inquisitively.

“I… Yes. Yes you should.” Corona stammered. “In fact, fuck it. Your prime directive now is to continue protecting halfbloods while avoiding getting injured as much as possible. Your life is just as important as any kid you save. Got it? “ Corona said with a serious expression in her eyes.

“Understood. Prime directive successfully updated. I shall now return to my post.” With that said, HAL-13 gave her creator a firm salute before heading back to het assigned sector.


As she was cleaning up the bunker with the help of the APAs, an announcement rang across the bunker via the speakers she installed all over camp.

All the stress and anxiety she felt while operating on HAL-13 made her forget what day it was.

“So… It’s that time of the year, huh?“ With an exasperated sigh, she retrieved a few key items before leaving the bunker.

The announcement signalled the first day of summer, which coincidentally was when the camp received an influx of new and returning campers.

“That explains why that kid HAL-13 escorted arrived today…”

With such a huge number of demigods flocking towards their safe haven, monsters would have easily noticed them. Even though the returning campers have already received training, there's no guarantee that they would make it back to camp every year. What more chance do those who had just discovered their godly parentage had?

Still it seemed that the half-blood her creation saved was an outlier since the other HALs she stationed around the camp’s borders haven’t reported any disturbances.

“That means everyone else came through the front door. That’s a bit of a relief, then.”

She certainly didn’t want any children fleeing from monsters to enter camp through the monster-filled forest that surrounded it. Just thinking of the momentary relief such demigods would experience when they thought they’d be safe after entering the camp’s borders only to be replaced by despair when another monster from within the forest sends them to the Underworld made her shudder.

She quickly shook the grotesque thought from her head and proceeded to make her way back to the main campgrounds. She had just barely set foot back at camp when a streak of orange cursing in Ancient Greek zipped past her and… collided with another camper. Once she realised who it was, the redhead quickly rushed to Brie’s side. She immediately checked her for injuries and sighed in relief when she realised that the daughter of Nike was merely rattled by the high speed crash.

“You gave me quite a fright there, Brie. C’mon up you go!” Corona said in an encouraging tone as she helped her best friend up and began dusting her off.

“We really need to get those wings of yours under control, Good thing that boy was there to cushion you, otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten off as well as you did.”

Suddenly she remembered that said guy that acted as a human shock absorber for Brie was also a victim. She glanced at the boy but couldn’t exactly recall anything about him other than he was a child of Aphrodite. She was about to say something for him but she found out that she couldn’t seamlessly utter any words as well as she had when she was talking to Brie.

In an effort not to embarrass herself by speaking in complete gibberish, Corona quickly scanned her surroundings and got the attention of one of the automatons nearby.

“Get this boy to the infirmary. Tell them they suffered from a high-speed collision and to check for broken bones and internal bleeding.” Corona ordered.

The automaton nodded its head before gingerly carrying the boy with as much care as someone carrying a sack of potatoes on their shoulders. In hindsight, she should have told the automaton to be extra careful with the kid, but it was too late now, and recalling the robot would be more embarrassing.

“Are you feeling alright, though? Should we get you to the infirmary as well?”

Although Corona was confident that Brie shouldn’t have gotten injured more than getting a few scrapes and bruises, she wasn’t exactly an expert on medical knowledge so she was worried that her best friend was hurting somewhere else.
Her face flushed when she thought Brie might think she was going to have another one of her automatons carry her to the infirmary like a ragdoll.

“Um, don't worry. I’ll take you there myself!”






location: Bunker 9 ---> Main Campgrounds | mood: Relieved | Awkward | Embarrassed| interactions: Brie ( PixieDust PixieDust ) Zackary ( whalesong whalesong )



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CAMP HALF-BLOOD CHAPTER 1: Camp's a Little Weird Today
CAPTURE THE FLAG
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Ten minutes passed very quickly and Chiron blew his horn to call the campers to attention. Mr D lazily announced the beginning of the games and the teams set out into the forest.

ATTENTION PLAYERS: You may play NPC campers and monsters 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.

THE RULES
Every camper who is not injured has to play.
The ]Zephyros Creek is the boundary line.
All magic items are allowed.
The flags must be prominently displayed and can have no more than two guards.
Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged.
Killing or maiming is NOT allowed. The punishment for breaking this rule is loss of dessert (for one week).
Guards aren't allowed to stand within ten yards of the flag.​
 





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Capture the Flag.

Rage at its core, fundamental and human. A fuel towards a better future.

At the sound of the horn, Aurelian immediately abandoned his post where he’d been directed to by Percy and started running, a bull who’d found the red flag of a matador.

He was immediately met with the same Ares kid who he’d beaten into the ground earlier.

“Did the fucking bitches in that bright eyesore patch your shitty ass back up.” He snarled, though lips curling upwards into a mocking sneer as he stalked towards the war god’s child, twirling his sword in his right hand as he went.

The other teenager simply stood there and got into a fighting stance, shield raised at him, spear ready to poke out and stab him.

“... Get out of the way. You're not the person I’m looking for.”

He was charged, which he rolled out of the way of, whirled around to barely duck underneath a spear thrust.

“... Get out of my fucking way.” Aurelian said, another warning as he parried a stab with his short sword.

The teenager, the fucking idiot, did not, in fact, get the fuck out of his way and instead aimed his shield once more to charge.

“I SAID GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY.” And then Aurelian charged the Ares kid with a shield and slammed a push kick into him.

A ball of compressed air formed beneath his foot, tight, full of energy and ready to explode… specifically onto the Ares kid’s shield as it released all of the tension and blasted him back through branch, bramble, and bush. The shield itself going flying and embedding itself in a tree.

This tornado of horizontal destruction blasted past Drea on his left as the kid eventually slammed into a tree trunk and puked all over the ground…. Shockingly, just cut up and bruised from the entire experience and definitely deciding to pretend like he’d passed out instead of continuing fighting.

Aurelian climbed out of the mess that had been created, brushing off pine needles.

That was fucking weird.

He blinked for a little bit, taking in the destruction he’d just wrought, and then his eyes zeroed in on the leader of the Hecate Cabin. His eyes appeared to turn fucking yellow as he stalked forwards over tree branches.

“You.” Snarled, though he meant it to be much warmer than the absolute rage that seemed to emanate from that one word…. That was to say, he was fucking oblivious to how that came across

He leapt over the branches, wind subconsciously lifting his feet over branches as he glide-stumbled over the piles of slippery pine needles and fallen branches and pine cones as he beelined directly to Drea, completely ignoring any strategy involved with the actual game of Capture the Flag itself, coming out swinging with a jab directly at him with the sword.

Usually, he had two swords to contend with. All attack, very little defense. But right now, it was only just the one.

Aurelian followed that up with a right hook aimed into Drea’s stomach.





























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After Dreavyn regained composure and devised a solid strategy against the blue team, everyone took their positions at their assigned posts. Recognizing that the Athena Cabin was behind the plan, he anticipated they had some tricks up their sleeves. The decision to send Aurelian after him was clever, and he needed to steer clear of that pursuit.

While everyone stayed at their assigned posts, Dreavyn roamed around in casual clothing, so engrossed that he failed to notice he was the sole person without any armor.

Dreavyn's sole concern was keeping the seething flesh of anger at bay, realizing he couldn't execute or thwart the opposing team's strategies if he was occupied with detaching the leech, Aurelian, from him.

He let out a deep sigh while anticipating Thalassa and Ashton's call. Dreavyn aimed to exploit their devastating power over the element for their benefit. He suspected that the Blue Team might know this and attempt to limit their access to water. Therefore, the plan was to generate their own source, and that's where Drea's role was crucial. He would conjure a massive glacier made of permafrost, and one could easily guess what would follow.

The region Dreavyn found himself in was becoming excessively silent, leading to the suspicion that Aurelian might have been merely bluffing earlier.

"So it was simply a bluff then....sigh....I really don't know what to make of this guy, he's more confusing than an Acheron Configuration."


Dreavyn suddenly sensed a disturbance in the air, triggering his prophetic instincts. The hairs on his neck stood up as a sudden blast of air swept past his left side, stirring dust and branches. He was completely taken aback, bewildered by the unexpected scene unfolding before him.

Aurelian unexpectedly revealed himself in a peculiar manner, as though his words had been jinxed by Nemesis.

As the wind subsided, he spun around to find Aurelian navigating through the chaos he was certain he had created. The way Aurelian harnessed the wind with such devastating and vigorous force, combined with his extraordinary might and formidability, strongly suggested that he was a descendant of Zeus. Alternatively, he could be an unusually powerful offspring of Zephyrus, though that seemed quite improbable given his demeanor.

Aurelian's fierce gaze towards Dreavyn left him bewildered, wondering about the tumultuous thoughts in Aurelian's seemingly feeble mind. Dreavyn, confused and contemplating his actions, could only release an exasperated sigh as Aurelian attacked with the clear intention of beating him so bad he'd be in the infirmary for months.

As Aurelian's foot lifted from the ground, Iulius materialized in Dreavyn's right hand, surrounded by a burst of vibrant blue magical energy. The spear ignited in a fierce spectacle of emerald flames, dancing and crackling with intensity.

"prodire"
("Come Forth")

As though the earth itself was responding to his spell, the ground beneath him split and trembled as if the Cyclops were struggling to claw their way from the depths of Tartarus. Blue, molten earth surged out from the newly formed fissures, spreading in serpentine patterns. Mirroring Dreavyn's actions, the blue lava wrapped around his left arm when he lifted his right arm to defend against Aurelian's sword strike. The lava then hardened at his wrist, forming an obsidian vambrace that collided with Aurelian's blade. Using the force from this clash, Dreavyn pushed the sword aside and deftly moved away from Aurelian.

He met Aurelian's gaze with a steely look, recognizing the challenge he was attempting to provoke.

Stepping back from Aurelian, he forcefully drove the spearhead into the ground, creating a fissure in the earth. The previously formed cracks expanded, weaving into an interconnected web around Dreavyn.

"Exire formare arma"


The flames emanating from his spear glowed with increased intensity, seemingly possessing a will of their own. Greek fire enveloped Dreavyn, incinerating his attire as blue lava surged from the earth's chasms, encircling him and solidifying into a formidable black obsidian armor, complete with a four-horned helmet. Emerald fires gracefully danced around the now solidified and cooling obsidian armor, causing green sigils to illuminate the surface.

Dreavyn, with his head concealed by the four-horned helmet, used his two fingers to pierce the front, creating an opening reminiscent of the T-shaped visor seen in many Roman and Spartan helmets.

"Get out of my way Aurelian, whatever qualms you have with me can be resolved after this."


Dreavyn looked over at him, pointing Iulius in the direction of Aurelian while maintaining a gap between them. He was no stranger to close combat and was confident he could keep up with Aurelian. Opting for close combat, however, will not allow him to get to the others, he knew Aurelian especially, given his current mindset, will not give him even a second to breathe. Thus, he prepared himself for Aurelian's impending assault.


































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Callie shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as Laura spewed her bitter words. Gods, Callie thought, is she ever happy?
'No, Vi did not put me up to this, Laura. I really do think you will be an asset to the team. Everyone has something they are good at. Heck even Brie is joining for Red Team.'

She hoped perhaps the mention of someone Laura did not hate might persuade her, but there was not much time left and she didn't want to stan around any longer. It had to be getting close to ten minutes now.

'Look, I'm not standing here anymore, so either join us or don't. It was just a friendly offer.' With that and the slightly irritated tone in her voice, she turned and left, hoping her ploy worked.

Laura didn't get why Calle cared if she came or not, she tried this every fucking time there was and event and Laura always said no. There had to be some fucking stupid reason Calle was bugging her so much? There was only one reason that Laura could think of and she was fairly sure that Calle didn't swing that way. Well Laura barely knew others enough to honestly judge who they went for, still she doubted anyone trying anything would put up with years of failure. Though really bringing up Brie the other massive fuck up and disgrace to the term half blood, even if Laura still put Brie above herself, just seemed like some form of challenge. Well if Calle thought that Laura would protest that she isn't worse than Brie than she was wrong Brie at least seemed to have all the same inborn skills and abilities that were baseline with half bloods.

Really Laura didn't have much of an interest in the game and Calle could pick better options. " If you just wanted someone from cabin nine you could have picked that bitch Corona" Laura said never referring to her as a sister. The tone she used was one that spoke of a hate deeper than any other, she might be jealous of others but she hated Corona " She and her army of fuck toys would surely be more useful " Laura chuckled though it was more a cruel laugh " Still thinking her half baked toys will make a difference, it is really stupid thinking she is helping anyone with those brain dead automatons. Well maybe she could help you though they can barely stand up to monsters let alone half bloods" Another cruel chuckle came from Laura as she got to belittle Corona which with how she spoke might have just been her number 1 hobby.

" What of that pryophile Julian I am sure he would love to have an excuse to burn things or are you afraid he will stick his dick in the first bonfire he sees?" Laura asked rhetorically just tearing at the others in cabin nine against not calling him a sibling. " Or is he being more stubborn than me? really the little bitch has an uncrippled body, yet refuses to use it unless he finds it interesting, really blessings are wasted on the ungrateful." Laura sighed this all wasn't going to solve her issues with Calle inviting her to this game, but she got an idea.

" You know what I'll go but my weapons are in my room and being that this game is oh so close i would never make it " Laura smiled though it was a malicious taunting one " So to make it there on time you will have to carry me and run to my room and back, that is if your invitation isn't just some ploy to say look how nice I am I invited the cripple " Laura managed to find one last reason that Calle could have been inviting her for years, to earn good girl points by seeming to be kind knowing her offer would never be taken up.

Callie stopped in her tracks when Laura replied once more and turned to face her with her with a look of incredulity at the way Laura so casually spoke about her siblings.

Callie would never dream of saying such awful things about anyone, let alone her brothers and sister. They were the only family she had left.
'You don't need to be so damn rude, Laura. With the way you act, I almost don't even know why I bother anymore.' Callie shot her a steely glare, arms folded.

" You know what I'll go but my weapons are in my room and being that this game is oh so close i would never make it. So to make it there on time you will have to carry me and run to my room and back, that is if your invitation isn't just some ploy to say look how nice I am I invited the cripple "

Callie grit her teeth, holding back the insult she wanted to hurl at the girl. She was not going to let Laura get the better of her.
'Challenge accepted.' She said, striding over without another word and picking her up in her arms. It was lucky that Laura was light. Callie was looking forward to the triumph if she was being honest. It had been years of trying.
'Alright. Lead the way.'

Laura didn't blink or look guilty despite the daggers that Callie glared at her. Laura didn't really think of or want to think of the others as her siblings. Though it really wouldn't change what she said, but Laura had a family she had her parents and that was her family. Her godly sperm donor had almost destroyed that and was the cause of her issues. That last bit was just what Laura went with she couldn't prove she wouldn't have been born like this anyways. Still she wouldn't have to deal with monsters and half bloods if she was just a normal cripple, she could have easily lead a normal life. " Because you are to nice even for those that don't deserve it " Laura answered in a deadpan as she knew with how she acted the kindness was not something she honestly deserved and not really something she sought out.

Laura didn't really know if Callie would take up her challenge, after all no matter what she did Laura could call this a win for herself. If Callie did carry her then she had made the strong bend to the weak and do what she wanted all for what little she could could do. If Callie left then Laura got to forever bring this up and call her out for the fake kindness she offered.

The answer turned out to be the former with Callie picked her up. Laura had to surprise as squeak of surprise as the other half blood moved swiftly. The fact Laura could barely react to the speed of the half blood showed just how different she was physically to them. Even a half blood child would have been able to react to the motions and yet Laura couldn't. She didn't lie when she said she was a cripple she was simply unable to do what the others could simply by existing. " Just take me to the cabin my guns shouldn't take to long to find" Laura sighed as their destination should have been obvious. The fact her weapons were guns was likely a surprise as well Laura didn't take part in anything so outside of testing them years ago she had no reason to use them. It would be fair to assume Callie had no idea what she used and likely no one knew what each of them did.

Callie said nothing as she ran as fast as she could to Laura's room. She was not going to let her know she was annoyed. Not in a million years. It didn't take long for her to find Laura's weapons (guns, certainly a surprise) and once she was done she carried the Hephaestus girl out into camp, keeping up her cheery demeanour, because, despite everything she had finally gotten her to participate in a game of Capture the Flag.

Unfortunately she was already getting worn out carrying Laura all the way to the arena and the pair were attracting a lot of curious looks and comments from other campers. Callie did her best to ignore them and bask in her victory.

Laura was glad to get her gun, though only one was actually usable, despite all her hate and anger Laura actually wasn't going to kill anyone. Well she wasn't going to kill anyone that wasn't on her team, Corona might catch a stray bullet maybe. No everyone would know she did it on purpose and things would get more annoying if she was going to kill someone she had to make sure it looked like she had to do it or didn't have a choice. While some might not expect Laura to try despite being carried all the way here, she was planning to do so in her own way. She wasn't going to even try to run around and fight she was just going to guard the flag or as close to guarding as she was allowed.

The stares didn't bug Laura to much as anywhere she went tended to cause stares either by her being there or her latest outburst of anger. Laura did notice that Callie was looking a bit tired after carrying her, despite her weighing less than 100 lbs last time she checked. Well that would not exactly do well for someone going out to fight, though what weapons did she have.

" Well now that i am here I'll say this much I'll be guarding the flag, as you saw you half bloods are far faster than me " Laura said separating herself from the other half bloods "And despite being the last line of defense I'll still need a guard. I assume you will cover me." Laura said still making demands of Callie though she had a good reason this time, well two actually. Laura did need a guard and Callie needed a break. " Though if you stay with me any longer people might think we are dating after how you carried me all the way here " Laura said with a smirk this time she was just teasing still being mean but lacking the hate from when she spoke of the others in her cabin.

Callie rolled her eyes at Laura's teasing. She was still pretty pissed off with her and did not particularly want to keep guard after all of the mean things she had said. Besides she was always better at fighting at long range. 'Oh sure, make your demands...' she grumbled, not really giving an answer either way of what she would do. If Laura actually tried once in a while, it would be a lot easier to have some sympathy. Besides there was a game to win and it was about to begin.

In a flash she felt her beloved bow and quiver at her back.









Callie shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as Laura spewed her bitter words. Gods, Callie thought, is she ever happy?
'No, Vi did not put me up to this, Laura. I really do think you will be an asset to the team. Everyone has something they are good at. Heck even Brie is joining for Red Team.'

She hoped perhaps the mention of someone Laura did not hate might persuade her, but there was not much time left and she didn't want to stan around any longer. It had to be getting close to ten minutes now.

'Look, I'm not standing here anymore, so either join us or don't. It was just a friendly offer.' With that and the slightly irritated tone in her voice, she turned and left, hoping her ploy worked.

Laura didn't get why Calle cared if she came or not, she tried this every fucking time there was and event and Laura always said no. There had to be some fucking stupid reason Calle was bugging her so much? There was only one reason that Laura could think of and she was fairly sure that Calle didn't swing that way. Well Laura barely knew others enough to honestly judge who they went for, still she doubted anyone trying anything would put up with years of failure. Though really bringing up Brie the other massive fuck up and disgrace to the term half blood, even if Laura still put Brie above herself, just seemed like some form of challenge. Well if Calle thought that Laura would protest that she isn't worse than Brie than she was wrong Brie at least seemed to have all the same inborn skills and abilities that were baseline with half bloods.

Really Laura didn't have much of an interest in the game and Calle could pick better options. " If you just wanted someone from cabin nine you could have picked that bitch Corona" Laura said never referring to her as a sister. The tone she used was one that spoke of a hate deeper than any other, she might be jealous of others but she hated Corona " She and her army of fuck toys would surely be more useful " Laura chuckled though it was more a cruel laugh " Still thinking her half baked toys will make a difference, it is really stupid thinking she is helping anyone with those brain dead automatons. Well maybe she could help you though they can barely stand up to monsters let alone half bloods" Another cruel chuckle came from Laura as she got to belittle Corona which with how she spoke might have just been her number 1 hobby.

" What of that pryophile Julian I am sure he would love to have an excuse to burn things or are you afraid he will stick his dick in the first bonfire he sees?" Laura asked rhetorically just tearing at the others in cabin nine against not calling him a sibling. " Or is he being more stubborn than me? really the little bitch has an uncrippled body, yet refuses to use it unless he finds it interesting, really blessings are wasted on the ungrateful." Laura sighed this all wasn't going to solve her issues with Calle inviting her to this game, but she got an idea.

" You know what I'll go but my weapons are in my room and being that this game is oh so close i would never make it " Laura smiled though it was a malicious taunting one " So to make it there on time you will have to carry me and run to my room and back, that is if your invitation isn't just some ploy to say look how nice I am I invited the cripple " Laura managed to find one last reason that Calle could have been inviting her for years, to earn good girl points by seeming to be kind knowing her offer would never be taken up.

Callie stopped in her tracks when Laura replied once more and turned to face her with her with a look of incredulity at the way Laura so casually spoke about her siblings.

Callie would never dream of saying such awful things about anyone, let alone her brothers and sister. They were the only family she had left.
'You don't need to be so damn rude, Laura. With the way you act, I almost don't even know why I bother anymore.' Callie shot her a steely glare, arms folded.

" You know what I'll go but my weapons are in my room and being that this game is oh so close i would never make it. So to make it there on time you will have to carry me and run to my room and back, that is if your invitation isn't just some ploy to say look how nice I am I invited the cripple "

Callie grit her teeth, holding back the insult she wanted to hurl at the girl. She was not going to let Laura get the better of her.
'Challenge accepted.' She said, striding over without another word and picking her up in her arms. It was lucky that Laura was light. Callie was looking forward to the triumph if she was being honest. It had been years of trying.
'Alright. Lead the way.'

Laura didn't blink or look guilty despite the daggers that Callie glared at her. Laura didn't really think of or want to think of the others as her siblings. Though it really wouldn't change what she said, but Laura had a family she had her parents and that was her family. Her godly sperm donor had almost destroyed that and was the cause of her issues. That last bit was just what Laura went with she couldn't prove she wouldn't have been born like this anyways. Still she wouldn't have to deal with monsters and half bloods if she was just a normal cripple, she could have easily lead a normal life. " Because you are to nice even for those that don't deserve it " Laura answered in a deadpan as she knew with how she acted the kindness was not something she honestly deserved and not really something she sought out.

Laura didn't really know if Callie would take up her challenge, after all no matter what she did Laura could call this a win for herself. If Callie did carry her then she had made the strong bend to the weak and do what she wanted all for what little she could could do. If Callie left then Laura got to forever bring this up and call her out for the fake kindness she offered.

The answer turned out to be the former with Callie picked her up. Laura had to surprise as squeak of surprise as the other half blood moved swiftly. The fact Laura could barely react to the speed of the half blood showed just how different she was physically to them. Even a half blood child would have been able to react to the motions and yet Laura couldn't. She didn't lie when she said she was a cripple she was simply unable to do what the others could simply by existing. " Just take me to the cabin my guns shouldn't take to long to find" Laura sighed as their destination should have been obvious. The fact her weapons were guns was likely a surprise as well Laura didn't take part in anything so outside of testing them years ago she had no reason to use them. It would be fair to assume Callie had no idea what she used and likely no one knew what each of them did.

Callie said nothing as she ran as fast as she could to Laura's room. She was not going to let her know she was annoyed. Not in a million years. It didn't take long for her to find Laura's weapons (guns, certainly a surprise) and once she was done she carried the Hephaestus girl out into camp, keeping up her cheery demeanour, because, despite everything she had finally gotten her to participate in a game of Capture the Flag.

Unfortunately she was already getting worn out carrying Laura all the way to the arena and the pair were attracting a lot of curious looks and comments from other campers. Callie did her best to ignore them and bask in her victory.

Laura was glad to get her gun, though only one was actually usable, despite all her hate and anger Laura actually wasn't going to kill anyone. Well she wasn't going to kill anyone that wasn't on her team, Corona might catch a stray bullet maybe. No everyone would know she did it on purpose and things would get more annoying if she was going to kill someone she had to make sure it looked like she had to do it or didn't have a choice. While some might not expect Laura to try despite being carried all the way here, she was planning to do so in her own way. She wasn't going to even try to run around and fight she was just going to guard the flag or as close to guarding as she was allowed.

The stares didn't bug Laura to much as anywhere she went tended to cause stares either by her being there or her latest outburst of anger. Laura did notice that Callie was looking a bit tired after carrying her, despite her weighing less than 100 lbs last time she checked. Well that would not exactly do well for someone going out to fight, though what weapons did she have.

" Well now that i am here I'll say this much I'll be guarding the flag, as you saw you half bloods are far faster than me " Laura said separating herself from the other half bloods "And despite being the last line of defense I'll still need a guard. I assume you will cover me." Laura said still making demands of Callie though she had a good reason this time, well two actually. Laura did need a guard and Callie needed a break. " Though if you stay with me any longer people might think we are dating after how you carried me all the way here " Laura said with a smirk this time she was just teasing still being mean but lacking the hate from when she spoke of the others in her cabin.

Callie rolled her eyes at Laura's teasing. She was still pretty pissed off with her and did not particularly want to keep guard after all of the mean things she had said. Besides she was always better at fighting at long range. 'Oh sure, make your demands...' she grumbled, not really giving an answer either way of what she would do. If Laura actually tried once in a while, it would be a lot easier to have some sympathy. Besides there was a game to win and it was about to begin.

In a flash she felt her beloved bow and quiver at her back.







Daughter of Apollo



Callie.








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Don't barf, don't barf....Brie thought to herself as she slowly opened her eyes. Her wings had stopped flapping and had completely retracted now but her cheeks were flushed bright red as she tried to sit up and apologise to the Aphrodite boy.

“You gave me quite a fright there, Brie. C’mon up you go!” Brie felt herself being helped to her feet by her best friend Corona. She felt even more embarrassed when she dusted her off too, but also thankful. “We really need to get those wings of yours under control, Good thing that boy was there to cushion you, otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten off as well as you did.”

"Heh, yeah I don't think anything could make my day better after telling Westley Knight that worms are cool. A fatal concussion would be great in comparison." she grumbled mostly to herself before looking up apologetically at the Aphrodite boy as he was carried away unceremoniously by the automaton.

'Uh...s-sorry!' Brie tried to compose herself and look as though nothing had happened.

'No need for the infirmary. I'm fine!' She sounded almost too insistent. Brie did not want to have to explain what happened to anyone. Especially not one of Westley's siblings.

It was then that she heard Chiron announcing for all demigods to head to the arena.

'Oh, great. I know what that means...'

Corona chuckled internally when she heard Brie grumble about telling something weird to the guy she was crushing on. She was at the ripe age when she develops a crush on every handsome guy she sees after all so it was really understandable. That being said, she's never experienced having a crush ever since setting foot and spending 8 years of her life at camp, which must be another reason why she's one of the weird kids.

"You know, the next time you see Westley, you could just say you were trying to give him his fun fact of the day. Worms are cold-blooded animals after all." Corona said in a conspiratorial voice.

If Brie was really interested in the guy, then all she could do is support her best friend in her romantic endeavors. She would have wanted to give her some romantic advice but she remembered that her own love life was drier than the Sahara during summer.

She was relieved to hear that Brie was fine and that her initial assessment was sound. But her relief was short lived when Chiron made an announcement, telling all the campers to gather at the arena.

She sighed exasperatedly. This was just the first day of summer and the Camp Activities director wanted to direct an activity right away. And given the timing, she already had a rough idea of what cheery camp activity Chiron was planning to subject everyone right now.

"Y'know, it isn't too late to go to the infirmary. I could feign carpal tunnel as well so we can go together?" she suggested to her fellow redhead, though the confidence in her voice betrayed that their little plan to skip camp activities would have likely resulted in failure.

Brie cracked a smile when her fellow redhead friend made a pun about worms being cold-blooded. The daughter of of Hephaestus always managed to make her smile and hey, maybe she would tell Westley it was the fact of the day...

"Y'know, it isn't too late to go to the infirmary. I could feign carpal tunnel as well so we can go together?"

Brie shook her head with fresh resolve. Just because she was bound to fail at the game, it didn't mean she wouldn't try. That way her siblings could never have a good reason to taunt her. She would not be a quitter.

'C'mon, Ro. If I'm going to the infirmary it'll be because I actually need to.'

The arena was buzzing when they got there. She glanced disappointed over at Corona when it was announced that their cabins would be going up against each other, but as the campers began dispersing to ready themselves she turned to her friend with a playful grin.
'Why don't we go up against each other? It could be fun! At least it would make it all more bearable. And if we come across a monster we can tag team it!' The youthful glint was there in her bright blue eyes. The look that was rare for others to see; others who weren't Corona, that is.

Corona felt a bit disappointed when she found out that Brie was going to be at the opposing team. Suddenly, she felt like she's the one who needed to go to the infirmary to skip CTF. However, seeing her actually look forward to the game and even invite her for a friendly spar quickly made her shake the thought out of her head. She was supposed to act like a role model for Brie so of course she's not going to flake now.

"Sounds good. It's been a while since we last sparred, and I am itching to do some live tests on some of my weapons." She said enthusiastically.

Suddenly, a familliar voice began blaring through the speakers just after Chiron had finished his announcement. She turned to the podium only to see the daughter of Tyche hyping up the crowd, no doubt to sucker them into placing bets. It was unexpected when she gave her a shout out however, and the look of astonishment from her fellow campers, although fleeting, made her face flush red all the same.

"I didn't think that Clover would make use of all the stuff she commissioned me last winter so soon. Though, I guess the improved coverage certainly is a welcome development." She mused.

Not only would the audio-visual recording automatons be capable of streaming the game in real time, it would also act as a deterrence for anybody trying to maim and kill fellow campers. The image of her unpleasant half-sister quickly came to mind but she chided herself internally for even allowing the thought of thinking something bad about Laura... even though it was undeniably true.

"I can't believe I'm ever gonna say this, but I hope a monster shows up. As much as I'm excited to spar with you, I am really really looking forward to working together with my best friend." She flashed a wide grin at Brie before pulling her close and hugging her. "Take care of yourself out there, you hear me? At least until we meet up."

'Don't worry, Ro. I'll be careful.' Brie smiled and leaned into the hug with a smile. She too kind of hoped there'd be a monster for them to take on together. With that she made her way, over to red team, staying mainly on the outskirts close enough to watch over the guards but far enough away that she could hopefully just send her teammates victory without being targeted. Not that she was ever that lucky. She could already spot some of her siblings going into the fray with those stupid smug looks on their faces...










Don't barf, don't barf....Brie thought to herself as she slowly opened her eyes. Her wings had stopped flapping and had completely retracted now but her cheeks were flushed bright red as she tried to sit up and apologise to the Aphrodite boy.

“You gave me quite a fright there, Brie. C’mon up you go!” Brie felt herself being helped to her feet by her best friend Corona. She felt even more embarrassed when she dusted her off too, but also thankful. “We really need to get those wings of yours under control, Good thing that boy was there to cushion you, otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten off as well as you did.”

"Heh, yeah I don't think anything could make my day better after telling Westley Knight that worms are cool. A fatal concussion would be great in comparison." she grumbled mostly to herself before looking up apologetically at the Aphrodite boy as he was carried away unceremoniously by the automaton.

'Uh...s-sorry!' Brie tried to compose herself and look as though nothing had happened.

'No need for the infirmary. I'm fine!' She sounded almost too insistent. Brie did not want to have to explain what happened to anyone. Especially not one of Westley's siblings.

It was then that she heard Chiron announcing for all demigods to head to the arena.

'Oh, great. I know what that means...'

Corona chuckled internally when she heard Brie grumble about telling something weird to the guy she was crushing on. She was at the ripe age when she develops a crush on every handsome guy she sees after all so it was really understandable. That being said, she's never experienced having a crush ever since setting foot and spending 8 years of her life at camp, which must be another reason why she's one of the weird kids.

"You know, the next time you see Westley, you could just say you were trying to give him his fun fact of the day. Worms are cold-blooded animals after all." Corona said in a conspiratorial voice.

If Brie was really interested in the guy, then all she could do is support her best friend in her romantic endeavors. She would have wanted to give her some romantic advice but she remembered that her own love life was drier than the Sahara during summer.

She was relieved to hear that Brie was fine and that her initial assessment was sound. But her relief was short lived when Chiron made an announcement, telling all the campers to gather at the arena.

She sighed exasperatedly. This was just the first day of summer and the Camp Activities director wanted to direct an activity right away. And given the timing, she already had a rough idea of what cheery camp activity Chiron was planning to subject everyone right now.

"Y'know, it isn't too late to go to the infirmary. I could feign carpal tunnel as well so we can go together?" she suggested to her fellow redhead, though the confidence in her voice betrayed that their little plan to skip camp activities would have likely resulted in failure.

Brie cracked a smile when her fellow redhead friend made a pun about worms being cold-blooded. The daughter of of Hephaestus always managed to make her smile and hey, maybe she would tell Westley it was the fact of the day...

"Y'know, it isn't too late to go to the infirmary. I could feign carpal tunnel as well so we can go together?"

Brie shook her head with fresh resolve. Just because she was bound to fail at the game, it didn't mean she wouldn't try. That way her siblings could never have a good reason to taunt her. She would not be a quitter.

'C'mon, Ro. If I'm going to the infirmary it'll be because I actually need to.'

The arena was buzzing when they got there. She glanced disappointed over at Corona when it was announced that their cabins would be going up against each other, but as the campers began dispersing to ready themselves she turned to her friend with a playful grin.
'Why don't we go up against each other? It could be fun! At least it would make it all more bearable. And if we come across a monster we can tag team it!' The youthful glint was there in her bright blue eyes. The look that was rare for others to see; others who weren't Corona, that is.

Corona felt a bit disappointed when she found out that Brie was going to be at the opposing team. Suddenly, she felt like she's the one who needed to go to the infirmary to skip CTF. However, seeing her actually look forward to the game and even invite her for a friendly spar quickly made her shake the thought out of her head. She was supposed to act like a role model for Brie so of course she's not going to flake now.

"Sounds good. It's been a while since we last sparred, and I am itching to do some live tests on some of my weapons." She said enthusiastically.

Suddenly, a familliar voice began blaring through the speakers just after Chiron had finished his announcement. She turned to the podium only to see the daughter of Tyche hyping up the crowd, no doubt to sucker them into placing bets. It was unexpected when she gave her a shout out however, and the look of astonishment from her fellow campers, although fleeting, made her face flush red all the same.

"I didn't think that Clover would make use of all the stuff she commissioned me last winter so soon. Though, I guess the improved coverage certainly is a welcome development." She mused.

Not only would the audio-visual recording automatons be capable of streaming the game in real time, it would also act as a deterrence for anybody trying to maim and kill fellow campers. The image of her unpleasant half-sister quickly came to mind but she chided herself internally for even allowing the thought of thinking something bad about Laura... even though it was undeniably true.

"I can't believe I'm ever gonna say this, but I hope a monster shows up. As much as I'm excited to spar with you, I am really really looking forward to working together with my best friend." She flashed a wide grin at Brie before pulling her close and hugging her. "Take care of yourself out there, you hear me? At least until we meet up."

'Don't worry, Ro. I'll be careful.' Brie smiled and leaned into the hug with a smile. She too kind of hoped there'd be a monster for them to take on together. With that she made her way, over to red team, staying mainly on the outskirts close enough to watch over the guards but far enough away that she could hopefully just send her teammates victory without being targeted. Not that she was ever that lucky. She could already spot some of her siblings going into the fray with those stupid smug looks on their faces...







Daughter of Nike



Brie.








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Isaac






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As soon as his eyes opened and saw the warm and welcoming sunlight, Isaac knew that today was gonna be another wonderful day at camp.

First and foremost, he woke up on the right side of the bed, which for somebody living inside the Hermes cabin is pretty rare both literally and figuratively. The first time he arrived at camp, he wasn't sure how he'd adapt living with so many people all of a sudden, but he has surprisingly fit in just fine with both the children of Hermes, and fellow half-bloods who don't have a cabin to call their own like himself.

He was about to get up when he felt something pressed against him and after rubbing his eyes, he realized that it was one of the Hermes kids who had managed to fall asleep, slumped across him. The girl, Lottie Granger, was no older than 10 years old, but had a really bad case of sleepwalking, which meant that she would sometimes wander into other kids' beds halfway through the night.

"Lottie, wake up! We're gonna miss breakfast if you don't open those eyes of yours." Isaac said as he gently nudged the girl in an effort to wake her.

The girl only groaned and muttered "5 more minutes" in her sleep before drifting off once again to Hypnos' domain.

Isaac sighed before carefully picking up the girl and gingerly placing her on the empty spot beside him. Before he got up, he made sure to cover the sleeping girl with a blanket. Afterwards he got, Kevin, one of the other Hermes kids who had just woken up to wake the sleeping camper before she truly misses breakfast.

At this point, whether they shared the same blood or not, he considered everyone in the Hermes Cabin as his brothers and sisters. That meant that he knew each of their names by heart, as well as what they liked and even their pet peeves.

After getting some morning exercise, taking a shower, and getting breakfast, Isaac spent the rest of the morning greeting campers who have just arrived at camp. However, he made sure to keep his distance from a certain daughter of Apollo in an effort to not ruin both of their days... mostly hers... and avoid any nasty confrontations. Today was the first day of summer, the time when new campers and returning ones arrive at their home away from home. The last thing they need to see is some domestic violence.

Finally, it came time for Chiron to announce the activity he was looking forward to all year long. Yes, Capture-the-Flag is held every Friday, but there's something different when it's held during the first few days of summer. It meant more people were going to join and watch the games, which also meant he had a larger audience for him to make a statement towards. That statement being, he's just as good, if not better, than the kids who can do magic, gifted at birth with combat prowess, or even the children of the Big 3.

He was about to charge straight for the enemy camp, when he noticed that the daughter of Apollo he was trying to avoid crossing paths with earlier was in a much fouler mood than he'd seen her in a long time. He sighed exasperatedly and gathered all of his composure before approaching her and gently leading her away from the pint-sized gloom and doom that had set up camp near the flag.

"Look, I know I'm the last person you wanted to see, but it really looked like you needed bailing out from that situation." Isaac said in half-serious, half-apologetic tone.

"So, lay it out on me. What happened to ruffle your feathers this badly on this fine, beautiful day?" He asked inquisitively. "it's rare to see my fellow ray of sunshine in such a bad mood."

Even if this little plan of his backfires, there's just something inside him that couldn't bear the thought of abandoning Callie in her time of need.
Callie was totally caught off-guard when she felt someone's hand on her arm and being pulled away from Laura. The person handling her was lucky she did not whirl around and attack, because they would've lost an eye to the bow on her back.

'What in Hades?" she exclaimed but was quickly interrupted. Her green eyes flashed with what could have been a trace of relief when she heard who was talking to her: Isaac Langston. The fleeting expression changed to that of annoyance once more when he pointed out that he was the last person she wanted to see. Damn right he was, and now was not the time. She quickly stepped away from his grip.

Even so, just seeing him seemed to make her feel lighter and some of her anger dissipated. Stupid happy powers...

'I...' Callie began, wondering why on earth she was even talking to him, but before she knew it, words came tumbling from her lips right in the middle of the game with campers rushing around them. Not the best timing.

'All I ever do is try my best to include Laura in camp life, and all she ever does is throw it back in my face! And this time, I finally got her to participate, but she forced me to carry her all the way here just to spite me and put me in an impossible situation where I look terrible either way...' The blonde's expression was nothing short of incensed now and her body language almost frenzied. She side stepped as a child of Hermes darted passed her looking exasperated by their inconvenient conversation.

'Sorry!' she said to them, not able to not people please, even when furious.

'And she was just so cruel about her own siblings! I just don't get it Isaac.' Her voice sounded almost pleading, but it was not long before she spotted a son of Ares charging toward them and she realised just how awful the timing was for this conversation. Her eyes widened and in a moment of not knowing what to do and secretly wanting to hear Isaac's opinion, she moved a little closer to him, quickly tapping the tail of her treble clef necklace so that it transformed into her yellow sapphire encrusted dagger, her stance ready for combat.

'Now look what you did, Kill Joy!' she exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

Isaac sighed when he heard it was the albino Gremlin of the Hephaestus cabin's fault all along. He had a feeling that was the case and he was glad he pulled Callie away from Laura, even if he did feel a terrifying amount of killing intent when he was tugging her along. He had to make sure to burn a whole week's worth of desert for Tyche and maybe willingly lose to one of Clover's games just because he was lucky enough not to lose an eye for what he'd done.

He was about to give Callie a response when an Ares kid came out of the woodwork and decided to interrupt their conversation. Admittedly, this wasn't the best time and place to have a heart to heart with Callie, but if he knew his former best friend, he was certain she needed someone to vent her stress and frustration to. If he ends up being the bad guy for that, then so be it.

However, it was time to take care of their little intruder. Though little might not be the best way to describe the 6 foot 7 hulking muscular monstrosity that is Brutus Clay, child of Ares. He didn't want to resort to this, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Hey, Brutus! Your mama is so ugly, she turned Medusa to stone." Isaac shouted and soon enough, the hulking mass that was Brutus was down on the ground, laughing his ass off from what was basically an insult to his own mother.

As if nothing had happened, Isaac casually focused his attention back at Callie with the same serious expression on his face.

"You ever heard the phrase, the road to hell is paved with good intentions? What you've gone through was basically hell and it sucks that your efforts bore fruit in such a humiliating way." He said in a rather empathetic tone before flashing a grin towards her. "However, a victory is still a victory. You managed to get the hermit of the Hephaestus Cabin to join CTF for once. Heck, that is one impressive feat. You should be proud of yourself!"

During his years at camp, he gradually found out how problematic Laura was. While some people deem having a godly parent to be a blessing, there are more than a few who view it as a curse. For starters, most of the Greek pantheon have a tendency to fetch the proverbial milk as soon as they have dumped their children on their mortal partner's lives. Isaac was an exception and counts himself blessed that his mom actively chose to remain a part of his life, but for children like Laura and the vast majority of the campers here, growing up in a broken family must be tough.

In a way, he understands how she could harbor so much resentment towards others... but the way she treats her siblings is borderline psychopathic. He could only feel sorry for them and hope that they could continue to tolerate her behavior. After all, everyone has a breaking point and when it snaps.... fuck, he doesn't even want to think about the mess that'd turn into.

"Next time, I think you should approach people like Laura another way. There are other ways you could have gotten Laura to participate, which I think she would have preferred. For example, you could have asked her to forge a few weapons for your team, while buttering up her smithing prowess. Gods know how she likes getting compliments for her work." Isaac suggested.
Callie had rooted her feet firmly into the ground as the hulking Ares kid rushed toward them, expecting to have to attack, but then....

Of course, Isaac made a joke and the guy was literally rolling on the floor laughing. The ridiculousness of the situation managed to earn a relieved smile from Callie, though she tried very hard to suppress it.

'Gods, you're insane Isaac,' she sighed, glancing once more at the laughing Brutus and still gripping her dagger tightly in anticipation of enemies as he continued giving his opinion on her predicament.

The blonde blushed a little when Isaac pointed out that she should be proud of herself for her achievement. It was more like she should be concerned about her own apparent masochism. It was exactly this optimism that made it so difficult for her to be around the son of Euphrosyne.

An uncomfortable knot formed in her stomach at that thought.

"Next time, I think you should approach people like Laura another way. There are other ways you could have gotten Laura to participate, which I think she would have preferred. For example, you could have asked her to forge a few weapons for your team, while buttering up her smithing prowess. Gods know how she likes getting compliments for her work."

Callie felt irritation once more at being offered more advice than she had wanted, but she bit her tongue and nodded quickly.

'Maybe you're right, but don't think this means you're off the hook, Kill Joy.' She gave him a withering look, though anyone who knew her well enough would note the slight softness to her green eyes that certainly had not been there before.

A relieved sigh escaped his lips when he noticed that his little strategic maneuver managed to calm down Callie and even earn a smile from her. Truth be told, he was glad that his abilities, simple and seemingly non-threatening as they may look like, are having an effect in the battlefield. It just goes to show that a little creativity goes a long way when you're making use of what cards you've been given.

He was relieved even further when Callie decided not to cut off his tongue for the unsolicited advice he had just spewed out. He hated that he had to dance around pins and needles just to talk to her like this, but at the very least they were on talking terms. Admittedly, he deserved to be abandoned for what he had done in the past, but a small part of him wanted to at least try to repair the friendship they once had. Even though it wasn't going to be easy... and even though it may all come crumbling down in the end, he was sure that he'd regret not at least giving it a shot.

"Wasn't expecting it, Sunspot. Just wanted to at least bring a smile back on that face of yours... Gods know how beautiful you are when you smile."

Suddenly, Isaac could feel blood rushing to his ears and his cheeks burning red. Why had he muttered that last bit? He was hoping Tyche would do him another solid and make it so that she didn't catch what he said there in the end. In fact, he was willing to give Clover all of his desert for the year to save himself from that embarrassment.

"Calm down. Breathe. If you act weird, she'll definitely think you really said something weird." Isaac desperately scolded himself mentally.

He started scanning his surroundings, until his eyes fell on three enemy campers charging towards them. They were a sight for sore eyes for sure, heck he was practically welcoming them with open arms at this point. He hoped that even if Callie heard what he said, she'd be distracted enough fighting for her life to process it and maybe she would forget it. That was a longshot, but he couldn't help being optimistic.

"Therapy is good and all, but sometimes, kicking ass proves to be better stress relief. Shall we?"

Callie huffed to herself at Isaac’s super cheesy spiel about making her smile. It was just like him to say something like that, but there was no time to dwell on it. She spotted three more campers approaching them: a couple of Ares girls and a son of Nike.

“I’ll take Ares, you take out Nike and for the gods’ sake DON’T do anything stupid.” She ordered, raising her hands and training her gaze on the enemies.

‘Oh and uh, don’t look!’

Within a moment a flash of white light appeared, stunning the two Ares campers. Callie figured the best thing she could do now is find a tree and climb into it, going into full on Katniss Everdeen mode.

Isaac was just about to ask Callie what she meant by don't look when a memory dawned on him. It was back when they were 12. They were stargazing one clear, starry night. Callie was commenting about how dazzling and beautiful the stars in the night sky are, when Isaac shared that each of those stars are faraway suns, just like the one they see everyday. He didn't know what came over him that night, but he could clearly remember telling her that her smile was more dazzling, beautiful, and brighter than all the stars in the night sky combined. But that was overshadowed when Callie asked him "y'know what else is dazzling, beautiful, and brighter than all the stars in the sky" before proceeding to---

"Ah shit!" He had barely managed to cover his eyes with his forearm before a blinding flash emanated in front of him, temporarily taking away the sense of sight of the two Ares campers.

He sighed, relieved that the daughter of Apollo cared enough about him to give him that warning, but there was still the Nike dude to worry about.

"Thanks for the warning, I guess. I'm glad I didn't burn my corneas today." Isaac said in a half-sarcastic tone.

Compared to Brutus, who was still giggling like a girl scout. Christopher Brand, son of Nike, was less muscular, but still athletic, and far faster. He thrust his sword confidently at Isaac, which he barely managed to side step before launching a series of strikes and slashes, each one with more certainty than the last. That's why other than Brie, Isaac can't stand fighting children of Nike. Always so confident, always so sure of their victory. But he could use this fatal flaw against them. He just needed to get the timing right.

From an onlooker's point of view, Isaac was at a clear disadvantage. He was steadily being pushed back to a large tree until he took his last step and his back met the tree trunk. Certain that it was time to deal the decisive blow, Christopher put all of his strength into one massive swordthrust and if one were to watch, they would have seen his sword pass right through Isaac.

In reality, the sword did pass through him, but it did not hit him whatsoever. Instead, the sword missed his armpit by mere centimeters, and the force of the thrust embedded the sword deep into tree trunk.

"I love it when a plan comes together." Isaac mused as he looked the now panicking child of Nike in the eye and delivered one strong kick to the family jewels.

"I'm done with mine, Sunspot. Need help dealing with yours." He was showing off at this point but as much as he liked seeing Callie smile, it's also fun pressing her buttons.

‘Don’t mention it!’ Callie called over to him with an almost wild grin. The excitement of the moment causing her to forget any animosity for now. She almost felt lighter than air from the somewhat shared victory.

‘Damn it Fernandez!’ One of the daughters of Ares swore as she fumbled clumsily, bumping into her sibling.

‘Oh, I’m stunning, I know!’ Callie jested, with her usual sunny smile back in place.

It was then that she noticed Christopher rushing toward Isaac and backing him into a tree. Callie stopped in place, her gaze glued to the pair. Isaac was cornered and Nike always won. Christopher’s pace was relentless and his sword deadly.

Callie felt her chest tighten and her whole body grow colder. She tried to say something but it was as though her throat was constricted. Then….

‘ISAAC NO!’ The sword plunged right through him and….into the tree.

Isaac was perfectly fine and Christopher was stunned and panicked. Then Kill Joy over there finished it with a kick to the nether regions. Callie cringed, both impressed and incensed.

‘Isaac you idiot, you could’ve gotten yourself killed, are you insane? I can’t….you can’t! Ugh!!’

Callie wanted to say that she couldn’t lose him, but she was not going to admit that. She had marched over to him in order to reprimand him for his stupidity, only inches apart, but in that moment, Roxie Brash, one of the towering Ares girls lunged at her, taking her off guard and tackling her to the ground.

‘Agh!’ She yelled, kneeing her in the stomach to get her off. She was not as strong as her, but Roxie clearly did not expect it because she loosened her grip ever so slightly before growling at her and raising her fist for a knuckle duster to the face.

‘See how you like this, you little runt!’ She said whilst Callie struggled. Some of her arrows had scattered about her, but they could still do damage when not notched.

Callie reached as far as she could and grabbed one of her handmade arrows. With all the strength she could muster she lunged it into Roxie’s leg, lodging it firmly but not anywhere near a main artery.

‘Sorry!’ She apologised, pushing the girl off her and getting back to her feet.

The other Ares girl had made a beeline for another camper.

‘No.’ She replied to Isaac’s offer of help. ‘I think I’ve got this.’ Without so much as another word, the girl picked up her bow and quiver of arrows and rushed off further into the fray before she said something she might regret to her former best friend.

There was something familiar with the scene playing out before Isaac. He had done something that had almost gotten himself killed, Callie was grilling him for it, and then she storms off, her face rife with frustration and disbelief at how unreasonable and insane he was. Part of him wanted to smile like an idiot because of the nostalgic feeling... that after all this time, she was still worried about him. However, he managed to retain his composure and take his admonishment seriously.

"Well, at least she seems to be having fun. I'm glad I was able to take her mind off all that negativity she was feeling." Isaac said to himself. "And she still cares about me."

He was just about to follow her when he turned to Brutus, who was still trying to catch his breath from all the laughing he was experiencing. Isaac sighed and snapped his fingers, causing the child of Ares to stop laughing and pass out almost instantaneously.

"Close one there. Any more and I would have lost my desert privileges for the week."

He gave the unconscious halfblood an apologetic bow before running after the blonde girl.

"Sorry, Sunspot. You're not getting rid of me that easily. "
















































































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Leonardo Belnades





Leonardo had spent most of the morning just trying his best to take a leisurely stroll. Using his cane to help propel him along as He walked along the path around camp. Stopping to admire the beauty of nature around him whenever He could. Well that was partially true…..His injury was slow healing and He was a little stubborn about any magical healing with it. He just wanted to let it heal naturally……Time had seemingly flown quickly and before the blonde male knew it…. It was time for capture the flag!!!



Yes! Good ole Capture the Flag!



The mark of the start of beginning of camp festivities of course! Leo was very excited of course! He knew that He couldn’t be much help with his still healing injury but hey! He would still gosh darn try and participate! He had too! He wanted to still prove himself useful after all! His magical abilities were not always helpful, but He was more than those abilities after all!



He wasn’t upset by any means of who his Godly parent was! He was quite proud! Not often can one say you are the son of the goddess of agriculture, Demeter, after all! Of course, his mom has many other domains as well too! Too many to list for now!



He was definitely of the mindset that it was a blessing! He was quite the green thumb, and He did love flowers a lot!



Being a demi-god wasn’t all fun and games. He learned that on his last mission of course! But hey! You live and you learn! And He was more than determined to get back into the swing of things! And Capture the Flag would be a fun way to do that for sure! He was going to try his best to be super helpful yeah! And Of course, He would try to be careful! He had a few long-range attacks due to his abilities anyway, so He’d be fine! Right? Right! But that was besides the point for now!



He was quick to make his way into the arena and slowly made his way to the crowd forming so they could split up into the teams for the game. A time-honored Camp Half-blood tradition of course. Which was something that Leo always looked forward to too!



Yup! A good ole fun camp tradition after all! Weaving his way through the crowds using the cane to his advantage to help me weave through and to get a little more room to walk. Especially with having a slower gait to his walk. But that was alright. It was still healing, and He knew it wasn’t going to be perfect when it healed but hey! That was part of the beauty of it. But He could still and is useful and He was going to prove that mostly to himself.



Once He finally found a good spot to wait. He let out a small hum of anticipation of the high stakes game of Capture the Flag! He was more than absolutely ready to go and was itching to talk to anybody about the game. Then if He missed any announcements by being a little late…..Leonardo would be all caught up before the game went into high gear. Hearing the call for the game to begin, He was itching with the anticipation of the game!



It would be fun!






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Percy



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Still not bothering pookie











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Wherever Auguste wandered to











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Auguste









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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.































CAPTURE THE FLAG.

Ten minutes came by fast and everyone was moved into position at the horn. Let the games begin.

For the most part, campers would follow the plan. But when you have a summer camp full of rambunctious demigods, there were bound to be those who strayed. It was fine, as Percy mentioned in his speech: what was most important was having fun. For the Athena child though, what would be the most exciting would be winning. Or, if in the end, they were outmatched: giving the other team hell.

So- Where was his little big friend?

Ah-

”Aauguuuste.” The Apollo camper couldn’t slink away from Percy; the friendly camper worked hard to build what relationship the two had after his… difficult violent arrival. Ever patient, ever seeing as much as it sometimes dismayed the larger man.

“Could I try and convince you to put a little more into this?” It wasn’t that Auguste had escaped under Percy’s radar. It was the horrible truth of being known. Instead of making that request in the meeting and drawing those eyes onto him, Percy waited to ask his requests of the reclusive fellow in private. There was consideration. How diabolical of him. “Like- A ten, fifteen percent more?” A manipulative master. Taking the time to learn the way Auguste worked.

Dramatics aside, Percy figured an increase in that range was a good enough standard without pushing Auguste too far into violence.

“No need to go after the flag, just some territory defending.” Brows raised, hopeful pleading that this was something that could be negotiated along those parameters. But, just per request was probably not enough. Not when Percy knew Auguste would rather be enjoying his time with nature and avoiding this all entirely. “I’m not opposed to a little bribery if you need.” The corner of his eyes crinkling up in amusement. Transactions made things simpler. Percy had his fair share of experience in trading favors, he knew how to pick out what someone wanted and give a nudge towards it to sweeten a deal.

With Auguste though, he chose to be more straightforward. No hidden agenda to try and control the outcome. This wasn’t a game of politics, no fake smiles, no brushing under the rug. It was a request of a friend.

Percy just really wanted to win. Having Auguste in his corner would be very helpful if he was willing.





























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Magus



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Booored => Intrigue











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This is NOT CTF Appropriate











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Red Team Territory











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Nikolai, Matt, River, Graham









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qunqun qunqun

















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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?






























CAPTURE THE FLAG.

Ten minutes, more like ten hours. Time couldn’t move fast enough to finish up this stupid meeting. Maybe she could slip away? Get back into the cabin and finish unpacking… Or if particularly desperate, maybe have someone strike them down quick to get out of it…. Nah, that was definitely too much. Fucking off and not participating would do well enough.

From the Red Team’s side, Magus didn’t venture far from the flag. It was just enough that they wouldn’t be considered a guard, because getting chewed out for not participating on guard duty would be a pain, but not a step further!

A decisive plop down on a set of stones, legs crossed at the ankles… It would be a little boring alone though, would it not? The sorcerer considered the campers who she favored, those who they just enjoyed the presence of for the company….

First idea that came into mind was Nikolai, while on the enemy team she was hardly a threat to the game. They’d get away with sitting off to the side, an Aphrodite camper not wanting to fight would easily be overlooked from preconceived notions about vanity. A silly idea, plenty of the cabinmates that enjoyed the games both vain and not. There were a million reasons someone might not want to participate with any godly relation. But Magus was not against using it for gain… If only he had seen Nikolai in the crowds of the teams.They probably already had an excuse lined up and skipped, Magus would’ve definitely seen him in the crowd had Nikolai been there. That bitch! (Lovingly)

….Perhaps Magus’ own sibling, Matt? He was often disinterested in these events. Without something to do though, Matt would be more dreary. River would probably be preferable out of the Hecate cabin. They had a lot in common. But if that was the case, Magus should’ve probably grabbed her sooner.

What to do, what to do?

There was some of her admirers… But Magus wasn’t feeling that particularly desperate right now. It wasn’t attention they sought, but to have fun. To have connection.

…

Someone was getting closer.

Magus straightened up, curious on who was interrupting her very important languishing. A figure coming tumbling out- Rude. Go struggle elsewhere-

Wait…

A small tilt of Magus’ head as he observed the intruder… Unfamiliar. And hot wow.

“I don’t know you.” Factual and plainly stated. While Magus liked to present themself as above everyone, she was adamant about knowing everyone in some way. Names weren’t what was important, but to know who was useful, who they could rely on, and what was important to a person juuuust in case.

“You new, I’m assuming?” A welcoming smile, leaning in with the prospect of something new. That was usually interesting. Of course, some people ended up being complete bores to meet but- From the vibes alone that didn’t seem to be the case this time over… And by vibes, that was actually ‘attractiveness’ mainly.

Magus put her hands up in a light surrender. “You’re on blue team, right? I’m staying out of it, no threat.” Juuust in case this was someone with a competitive streak. “You look a little lost.”





























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The Prodigy.















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Auguste



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ok now i REALLY want to go home











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Basically Pajamas











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Capture the Flag :c











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Percy









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jinxxes jinxxes

















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Cyclical Metamorphosis.




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






























Capture The Flag.

Auguste was going to lumber into the woods, disappear, and watch the birds go by.

Ohdearlordsomeonewastalkingtohim

Auguste slowly turned his head and then stared at the perky redhead. Asking him to put more effort in with this bright eyed look of pleading. Terrifying. Awful. Please go away.

The Athena counselor would not, they both already knew that. He was asking for Auguste’s participation in the games, not just birdwatching like he wanted to do. That was scary, because effort was scary. He had planned on putting 1 percent worth of effort into this.. That was to say, staying in the games and not going off to hide in a corner.

He’d be willing to barter up to 25% maybe. But never 100.

One hundred percent meant that people died.

That wouldn’t be very changing of him. So therefore, it was best that he only used about… 15 percent in any given fight. Maybe.

5 percent was preferable.

25 percent meant bones would be broken, maimings possible. He didn’t want to lose dessert privileges for a week. That would’ve been very sad. But it was only if someone really mean attacked that he would actually put 25 percent worth of effort of fighting them.

“... I’m… listening…” He said slowly, full attention turning to Percy. Terrifying stare of ice downwards onto the lad. Deep rumbled voice of hell in full effect. “What’s your bid at…”

An implied and then we’ll see how much effort this is worth hanging in the air as he stood there.

The idea that he was even humoring the idea of trading favors already showing his particular fondness for the redhead. He wouldn’t have accepted this offer from just about anyone, only the people who he thought were pleasant personalities to deal with.

“... 25 percent means that maimings are possible with a large swath of the fighters… That is the absolute high. The malleable high is 18.”

Better just throw that one on the table as they started walking into the woods. Even though he wasn't the biggest fan of actually having to talk when it came down to it. He preferred instead just staring at people until they backed down. Much simpler.

"... Now that you've asked I'll put in... 5 percent."





























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THE CHEF.















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The Tertiary Sin.




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






























Capture the Flag.

Aurelian watched the display and then burst out laughing as he bent over holding up one finger as he wheezed.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME-” He said as he laughed. “Jesus fucking Christ, you're fucking stupid.”

His eyes were dead as he recovered and resumed direct and prolonged eye contact. “Go ahead, endanger the entire fucking camp of twelve year olds so that you can show off your sparkly magic.”

Glittering crocodile eyes, moving away from snappy remarks and perpetual downturned frowns, towards more a flash of canine, white knuckled grip upon his sword.

He jammed the sword at Drea as he aimed for the throat

“Do you think of anyone else other than your own fucking ego tripped power displays.”

Flat.

“Or is the great and powerful Dreavyn Sullivan too busy sucking his own cock to recognize the lowly worms around him.” He slammed into Drea as he used his sword to basically bash at him full force in his armor. “I would've fucking waited you to put on your little sparkly suit you bitchass moron. Do I scare you enough to cause fucking earthquakes you cowardly piece of fucking-”

He slammed again as he continued to rant. It was more playing a game of waiting for Aurelian to run out of oxygen, really.

“-You're a real fucking Merlin congratulations do you want all of us to kneel and bask in your shitty glory as you stand on a pile of children corpses, you self-important, narcissistic-”

He was still attacking with every insult thrown. The attacking was brutal but ultimately he wasn't actually using his powers just sheer physicality. This was going to go on for a while, let’s skip to the end of the rant.

“-GODLY PARENT HYPERFIXATED MAGIC DEPENDENT BITCHBOY.” Stabbing in with a dagger with his left hand, trying to wedge the blade in the eye slots.

He stopped attacking after that and took a deep inhale in. “Okay. Okay. I'm cool now. It's cool.”

Now that the relentless frenzied attacking was over, he seemed to be at least not wanting to fucking murder Drea as he practiced his recommended anger management breathing techniques. He was calm. He was serene. He-

“... I want that fucking dagger back.”

In a list of complaints that Aurelian had, that seemed like the pettiest, but he seemed to actually mean that one the most.

He leveled his sword directly at Drea once more, still breathing rather heavily, still quite red in the face from his explosive temper… but less actively murderous.

It is important to now note that Aurelian was not, in fact, right handed. He was lefthanded.

And in his left hand slid the nine segmented chain whip as he whirled it around to gain momentum.





























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MOOD: Curious

OUTFIT: Beautiful self-customised armour

LOCATION: The Arena
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Leonardo
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TL;DR She lost sight of Callie because some bitchy Ares kid had something to say and distracted her. After smoothly dealing with her, she still couldn't see Callie or Isaac and instead landed eyes on Leonardo. She waved at him, curious about his injury.
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you're gonna be the best-dressed warrior in town, beauty queen.
Seraphine momentarily spotted a familiar blonde among the bustling crowd of campers, her usually sunny best friend looking far less cheerful than she usually did. Just as she was about to approach Callie and give her a hug and a pep talk before the game began, a snide remark from a different girl standing behind her diverted her attention entirely. The girl in question had evidently approached blue team’s congregation and headed directly for Seraphine. “Good luck in the game. You’re gonna need it.” the girl with the ponytail sneered, both arms folded.

It was Beth Greene, daughter of Ares, who for some reason had decided that Seraphine was her rival just days after she arrived at camp. Seraphine didn’t see the point in wasting her time and energy on feeling hatred towards anyone, nor was it easy to get under her skin. She preferred to be the one in control of the situation if there had to be a power imbalance, and to be unfuckwithable was to be in control, never letting the enemy see you falter.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Seraphine responded in a calm and surprisingly genuine-sounding tone, not a hint of hostility detectable in her voice.

“Because your mom’s a whore. What are you gonna do, flirt with the flag?” Beth taunted, trying to suggest that divine empathy and amokinesis had little real use.

“No. But I might flirt with you..” Seraphine responded, a smirk forming on her glossy lips as she teased the camper. Beth’s face turned a flustered shade of red and she hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to respond to the statement, or the.. threat?

“Get out of my head with your freaky love magic!” she finally yelled. Seraphine raised an eyebrow at that one, almost letting out a chuckle.

“Oh- I’m not using magic on you.. Why, Bethany? Are you feeling okay?” Seraphine asked, mockingly acting as though she were concerned. The truth was, she had no clue why Beth felt the need to act so bitter. Maybe she did hate her guts without reason. Maybe it was just her jealousy, or misplaced anger, or a projection of insecurities, or some weird sexual-orientation denial cliché where she couldn’t stand the fact that she found Aphrodite’s daughter so hot.

Seraphine could read how people felt about others, but ironically, not how they felt about her, so it was sometimes a guessing game. She still enjoyed playfully winding people up when they went out of their way to try and make a one-sided enemy out of her, but she generally meant no harm. It was usually either people who were sick of the attention she got because of her looks and rapport, or people who took one glance at her and assumed she was a bitchy mean girl like some of the other girls in her cabin.

The horn blew before Beth had a chance to respond to the question, and Mr D. lazily announced the start of the game. “There’s the horn! Better get back to your team asap. Oh, and Beth? Try looking up ‘Aphrodite Areia’. It’ll help when you lose to me and my ‘whore’ mom.” Seraphine smiled. She wasn’t as wholeheartedly certain about victory as she let on, but boy did it satisfy her to say it like that. “..Ugh! Whatever, Seraphine.” was all that Beth managed to muster up in the way of a response, backing away before running off in the direction of her teammates in fear that she’d be outnumbered if she started anything right there and then.

Seraphine’s faux smile dropped the moment Beth turned around. She began weaving through the crowd in search of Callie so they could take their usual pre-game selfie, but the daughter of Apollo was nowhere to be seen this time, much like Seraphine’s other best friend, the son of Euphrosyne. The green-eyed vixen rolled her eyes in annoyance that someone as confused as Beth Greene had prevented her from catching up to her friends before the start of the game.

There was a possibility she’d see them around at some point by nature of being on the same team, but Callie was an archer so she’d likely end up stationed in a different location. Seraphine, on the other hand, was a close combat kind of girl. That way, there was a higher chance she could look her opponent in the eyes during high-risk combat and use amokinesis on them if she found herself in a sticky situation.

One last scan of the crowd without spotting Callie or Isaac, Seraphine’s eyes instead landed on a tall male with curly blonde hair that she had seen around camp a few times before. He was one of the cute ones her half-sisters whispered about behind cabin doors from time to time. Her eyes eventually moved to the cane he clutched, and it was then that she recalled hearing someone mention that he one day returned to camp injured from a mission gone wrong.

That much initially made her assume that he was there as an enthusiastic observer of the game rather than a participant, but soon picking up on the blonde’s anticipation and excitement, she considered the possibility that he was there to take part despite being injured. Maybe he was a skilled archer who could fly or had someone to help him up a tree and watch his back, but she couldn’t see anyone standing by him yet nor did he have a visible bow.

Curious, she waved in his direction, hoping to catch his attention so she could directly ask the questions on her mind.
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Capture the Flag was not what Estella had in mind for her first day back at camp for the summer. She had been expecting to hang out with her siblings by the lake and discuss the pros and cons between the Fenty Beauty and REM makeup kits. Maybe she would also drop subtle hints at Westley from cabin seven during campfire singalong...let him know his singing was amazing; but getting all sweaty and bruised whilst fighting against her friends on the first day didn't sound fun at all.

Nevertheless, the time came for the first CTF of the year and she made sure to prepare once the teams were announced. She may have to this time, but there was absolutely no way she was going to wear one of those hideous blue plumed helmets for the rest of the summer. Perhaps she could ask Corona to forge her some cute armour using her own design....

The brunette watched as Percy Ebeling instructed everyone on what they were to do, but she was not listening. Estella reached up to pin her hair into an elegant chignon held together with two rose-shaped hair pins: her most treasured weapons (at least until she figured out how to design a compact mirror that could strike fear into the hearts of her enemies when they caught a glimpse of their selection. She was certain someone could help her with that ...). Once she had finished she muttered something to herself in Italian about 'Donna Fortuna', closed her eyes and waited for the sound of the conch horn as she inhaled and exhaled with complete focus.

As soon as the conch horn sounded it was as though she was in a whole other world and every movement became a graceful dance in time to the music in her head.

Before she knew it, she was being approached at speed by a son of Nemesis called Toby. Those his expression seemed intimidating, his emotional state was practically screaming at Estella: The intimidating look was a front. She was making him nervous. Stella couldn't help but smile to herself as she remained in position and inspected her french manicure. Ugh, chipped! She looked up at Toby beneath thick brown lashes with a coquettish tilt of her head. He had raised his sword by now, but she stayed completely calm.
'Oh hi Toby,' she said, feigning surprise. The boy faltered, a blush colouring his cheeks.

'Y-you know my name?' He said.

'Sì, certo!' His heart rate was rising. How cute! Stella thought, he has a crush. She locked eyes with him, still smiling and said: 'Why don't you head the other way and attack Roxie over there?' She pointed over to the nearby daughter of Ares, whom rumour had it, was someone Toby was not best fond of.

The son of Nemesis blinked a couple of times, swaying a bit on the spot as though to get closer to Stella before nodding and turning in Roxie's direction.
'I'd love to.'

'Bellisimo! Thanks, Toby. You're amazing!' Hm! she thought, didn't even have to use my daggers yet.

'Toby you fucking idiot!' she heard Roxie yell from a little away.









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Capture the Flag was not what Estella had in mind for her first day back at camp for the summer. She had been expecting to hang out with her siblings by the lake and discuss the pros and cons between the Fenty Beauty and REM makeup kits. Maybe she would also drop subtle hints at Westley from cabin seven during campfire singalong...let him know his singing was amazing; but getting all sweaty and bruised whilst fighting against her friends on the first day didn't sound fun at all.

Nevertheless, the time came for the first CTF of the year and she made sure to prepare once the teams were announced. She may have to this time, but there was absolutely no way she was going to wear one of those hideous blue plumed helmets for the rest of the summer. Perhaps she could ask Corona to forge her some cute armour using her own design....

The brunette watched as Percy Ebeling instructed everyone on what they were to do, but she was not listening. Estella reached up to pin her hair into an elegant chignon held together with two rose-shaped hair pins: her most treasured weapons (at least until she figured out how to design a compact mirror that could strike fear into the hearts of her enemies when they caught a glimpse of their selection. She was certain someone could help her with that ...). Once she had finished she muttered something to herself in Italian about 'Donna Fortuna', closed her eyes and waited for the sound of the conch horn as she inhaled and exhaled with complete focus.

As soon as the conch horn sounded it was as though she was in a whole other world and every movement became a graceful dance in time to the music in her head.

Before she knew it, she was being approached at speed by a son of Nemesis called Toby. Those his expression seemed intimidating, his emotional state was practically screaming at Estella: The intimidating look was a front. She was making him nervous. Stella couldn't help but smile to herself as she remained in position and inspected her french manicure. Ugh, chipped! She looked up at Toby beneath thick brown lashes with a coquettish tilt of her head. He had raised his sword by now, but she stayed completely calm.
'Oh hi Toby,' she said, feigning surprise. The boy faltered, a blush colouring his cheeks.

'Y-you know my name?' He said.

'Sì, certo!' His heart rate was rising. How cute! Stella thought, he has a crush. She locked eyes with him, still smiling and said: 'Why don't you head the other way and attack Roxie over there?' She pointed over to the nearby daughter of Ares, whom rumour had it, was someone Toby was not best fond of.

The son of Nemesis blinked a couple of times, swaying a bit on the spot as though to get closer to Stella before nodding and turning in Roxie's direction.
'I'd love to.'

'Bellisimo! Thanks, Toby. You're amazing!' Hm! she thought, didn't even have to use my daggers yet.

'Toby you fucking idiot!' she heard Roxie yell from a little away.


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'Oh, don't be sorry,' Thalassa smiled at the apologetic girl before her. With the icy vibe she had given off, it was an amusing surprise to see that her pale cheeks had reddened at the embarrassment of stumbling into her. Thalassa had been about to make another playful comment when a conch horn sounded and everyone on the so-called Red Team stood to attention.

Chiron spoke once again and once he and Mr D had done, it was time to head into the fray. Tal's sea-green eyes lit up with a tempestuous determination and turned to the girl who's name she still didn't know.

'Well, this can't be harder than taking down a manticore, right?' she said it mostly to herself. Thalassa was certain this wasn't going to be brutal what with a bunch of kids being the participants. She wrapped her fingers around a seashell shaped, sapphire pendant around her neck and with a focused thought the pendant transformed into the Abyssal Trident.
'Help the new girl out?' she asked her new companion with a roguish smile tinged with ferocity. 'I'm playing offence.'

Celaena blinked her stunning icy orbs as she studied the newly claimed Daughter of Poseidon. Her fingers gently brushed over her hair clip before she gently took it out of her hair. A stunning sword resting in her hands where the clip used to sit. Cel had to shake her head to clear her thoughts, the blushing girl trying to focus as the game began.

The 'Ice Queen' turned from a blushing mess to a battle-ready warrior. "Sareil!" A command left her lips as her accented voice carried easily across the clearing. As Tal mumbled something about a Manticore, Cel curled her lips up into a snarl. "Manticore's don't die easily." Her voice was cold and held the note of something not distinguishable. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she heard paw steps approach their location, and she turned to her partner and bonded friend. "Scout it out girl."

Sareil gave a fond nudge of her large head into the girl's thigh before padding in front of the two females, raising her head to sniff the air, large ears pricked up and back as red eyes seemed to glow dangerously. "Stick close to Sareil, and we won't be caught off guard,"Celaena murmured before smacking her forehead. "I apologize... I don't usually socialize. I'm Celaena, Daughter of Hades." She gave a slight bow of her head, ebony armor glinting slightly as she shifted.

Thalassa noticed the instant change in demeanour of the girl and her hellhound. The curl of her lip as she began to snarl, the battle-ready stance, the coolness in her gaze. Sariel in turn had gone from playful puppy to killing machine.

"Stick close to Sareil, and we won't be caught off guard," Celaena spoke with authority and Thalassa responded with a nod as she scoped the forest.

A rustling came from the trees to their left. Some of their team were already engaged in battle with the opposition.

Thalassa raised her sword. The trio were close to the flag of their team but not close enough to guard. Anyone wanting to get to the red flag would have to get passed the three of them.

‘I’ll keep as close as I can, but if I get close enough to some water I can be even more useful.’ Thalassa remembered all of the times she had felt filled with energy and battle sense whenever she approached a body of water. Now it all made sense…

From out of the trees to the left of them a daughter of Athena suddenly approached from above.

Reflexes kicked in and just as the girl thrusted with her sword straight for Thalassa’s side, the daughter of Poseidon swung her own Abyssal Trident in an arc intercepting her attack and pushing her back, her expression filled with surprise.

‘Now, let’s go get that blue flag, beautiful!’ She turned back to Celaena with a wild and playful glint in her eyes as her hair tumbled around her.

With that, Thalassa charged in the direction of her enemies, her mind locked in on her objective and resembling a wave crashing in.

Celaena couldn't help the drop in her jaw as she watched Thalassa whip around. Her eyes widened just barely as she glanced at her friend, her eyes rolling skyward at the smug glance the hellhound sent her way. "Shut it, you overgrown furball." Her voice was soft, and despite the exasperation in her tone, you could see the fondness in her figure as she nudged Sareil gently.

Ebony armor and silver metal gleamed in contrast to her golden sword, her eyes flashing with determination and fire as they met the gaze of Thalassa. A small smirk played across elegant lips, and a soft growl came from her side as she gave a slight nod. Together, almost entirely in sync, Celaena and Sareil darted forward, a resounding Clang! Sounding as her sword blocked a weapon from another child of Athena.

As she ducked down to sweep her leg around to take down a fellow camper, Sareil came in from above, teeth flashing as she stood beside her mistress. Both females looked like the epitome of Death in angelic form. Icy-blue mercury-dipped orbs blazed with inner fire, framed by ebony, inky black-blue strands, and ebony armor gleamed brightly as the sword rested at her side. "I agree 100%." Her voice came out strongly accented, her Australian heritage coming forth as she grinned at Thalassa. The first she ever could remember herself giving freely in the company of other campers.

‘Nice work you two!’ Thalassa encouraged as she watched mistress and hellhound working in perfect tandem. She had been sufficiently distracted enough for a camper from the opposition to get in a sneak attack.

Thalassa did not see the arrow whizzing through the air straight toward her right shoulder.

Sareil gave a dangerous snarl as she saw the movement out of the corner of her eye and she whipped around, teeth bared and drool dripping from her maw as red eyes blazed darkly. Just as the Hellhound was going to dash forward and intercept the arrow, her eyes widened as her mistress beat her to the punch.

DRIP. DRIP. DRIP. Crimson droplets fell to the ground as Celaena intercepted the arrow with her arm, twisting at the last second so her shoulder took the blow. She grinned darkly, her eyes meeting the widened orbs of her hellhound before she gestured with her head. "Sareil. Attack!" She hissed out, grasping the arrow and yanking it out with a slight whimper. Luckily, she could still fight.

Cel and Sareil became a whirlwind of destruction. The girl became a flash of ebony, silver, and gold as she approached the opposing flag. Sareil also gleamed in armor similar to her mistress, ebony and silver metal protecting her vulnerable skin and fur. Her eyes turned to glance at Thalassa curiously. "You coming, slowpoke." She asked, her voice holding a teasing lilt to it as Sareil shook her large head before bounding after Celaena. As Celaena turned away from the girl, a look of confusion flashed across her face, causing a decent chunk of opposing campers to stare in wonder as the 'Ice Queen' of Camp Halfblood showed emotion on her face...and they couldn't help but wonder if the world was ending.

Thalassa's eyes widened when she finally saw the arrow shoot right into Celaena's shoulder, but did not have much time to process what happened because the daughter of Hades and her hellhound had taken down the opposition and were heading even closer to the blue team's flag near the creek.
'Anywhere with you,' Thalassa replied with a teasing wink as they charged forward, the three together.









'Oh, don't be sorry,' Thalassa smiled at the apologetic girl before her. With the icy vibe she had given off, it was an amusing surprise to see that her pale cheeks had reddened at the embarrassment of stumbling into her. Thalassa had been about to make another playful comment when a conch horn sounded and everyone on the so-called Red Team stood to attention.

Chiron spoke once again and once he and Mr D had done, it was time to head into the fray. Tal's sea-green eyes lit up with a tempestuous determination and turned to the girl who's name she still didn't know.

'Well, this can't be harder than taking down a manticore, right?' she said it mostly to herself. Thalassa was certain this wasn't going to be brutal what with a bunch of kids being the participants. She wrapped her fingers around a seashell shaped, sapphire pendant around her neck and with a focused thought the pendant transformed into the Abyssal Trident.
'Help the new girl out?' she asked her new companion with a roguish smile tinged with ferocity. 'I'm playing offence.'

Celaena blinked her stunning icy orbs as she studied the newly claimed Daughter of Poseidon. Her fingers gently brushed over her hair clip before she gently took it out of her hair. A stunning sword resting in her hands where the clip used to sit. Cel had to shake her head to clear her thoughts, the blushing girl trying to focus as the game began.

The 'Ice Queen' turned from a blushing mess to a battle-ready warrior. "Sareil!" A command left her lips as her accented voice carried easily across the clearing. As Tal mumbled something about a Manticore, Cel curled her lips up into a snarl. "Manticore's don't die easily." Her voice was cold and held the note of something not distinguishable. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she heard paw steps approach their location, and she turned to her partner and bonded friend. "Scout it out girl."

Sareil gave a fond nudge of her large head into the girl's thigh before padding in front of the two females, raising her head to sniff the air, large ears pricked up and back as red eyes seemed to glow dangerously. "Stick close to Sareil, and we won't be caught off guard,"Celaena murmured before smacking her forehead. "I apologize... I don't usually socialize. I'm Celaena, Daughter of Hades." She gave a slight bow of her head, ebony armor glinting slightly as she shifted.

Thalassa noticed the instant change in demeanour of the girl and her hellhound. The curl of her lip as she began to snarl, the battle-ready stance, the coolness in her gaze. Sariel in turn had gone from playful puppy to killing machine.

"Stick close to Sareil, and we won't be caught off guard," Celaena spoke with authority and Thalassa responded with a nod as she scoped the forest.

A rustling came from the trees to their left. Some of their team were already engaged in battle with the opposition.

Thalassa raised her sword. The trio were close to the flag of their team but not close enough to guard. Anyone wanting to get to the red flag would have to get passed the three of them.

‘I’ll keep as close as I can, but if I get close enough to some water I can be even more useful.’ Thalassa remembered all of the times she had felt filled with energy and battle sense whenever she approached a body of water. Now it all made sense…

From out of the trees to the left of them a daughter of Athena suddenly approached from above.

Reflexes kicked in and just as the girl thrusted with her sword straight for Thalassa’s side, the daughter of Poseidon swung her own Abyssal Trident in an arc intercepting her attack and pushing her back, her expression filled with surprise.

‘Now, let’s go get that blue flag, beautiful!’ She turned back to Celaena with a wild and playful glint in her eyes as her hair tumbled around her.

With that, Thalassa charged in the direction of her enemies, her mind locked in on her objective and resembling a wave crashing in.

Celaena couldn't help the drop in her jaw as she watched Thalassa whip around. Her eyes widened just barely as she glanced at her friend, her eyes rolling skyward at the smug glance the hellhound sent her way. "Shut it, you overgrown furball." Her voice was soft, and despite the exasperation in her tone, you could see the fondness in her figure as she nudged Sareil gently.

Ebony armor and silver metal gleamed in contrast to her golden sword, her eyes flashing with determination and fire as they met the gaze of Thalassa. A small smirk played across elegant lips, and a soft growl came from her side as she gave a slight nod. Together, almost entirely in sync, Celaena and Sareil darted forward, a resounding Clang! Sounding as her sword blocked a weapon from another child of Athena.

As she ducked down to sweep her leg around to take down a fellow camper, Sareil came in from above, teeth flashing as she stood beside her mistress. Both females looked like the epitome of Death in angelic form. Icy-blue mercury-dipped orbs blazed with inner fire, framed by ebony, inky black-blue strands, and ebony armor gleamed brightly as the sword rested at her side. "I agree 100%." Her voice came out strongly accented, her Australian heritage coming forth as she grinned at Thalassa. The first she ever could remember herself giving freely in the company of other campers.

‘Nice work you two!’ Thalassa encouraged as she watched mistress and hellhound working in perfect tandem. She had been sufficiently distracted enough for a camper from the opposition to get in a sneak attack.

Thalassa did not see the arrow whizzing through the air straight toward her right shoulder.

Sareil gave a dangerous snarl as she saw the movement out of the corner of her eye and she whipped around, teeth bared and drool dripping from her maw as red eyes blazed darkly. Just as the Hellhound was going to dash forward and intercept the arrow, her eyes widened as her mistress beat her to the punch.

DRIP. DRIP. DRIP. Crimson droplets fell to the ground as Celaena intercepted the arrow with her arm, twisting at the last second so her shoulder took the blow. She grinned darkly, her eyes meeting the widened orbs of her hellhound before she gestured with her head. "Sareil. Attack!" She hissed out, grasping the arrow and yanking it out with a slight whimper. Luckily, she could still fight.

Cel and Sareil became a whirlwind of destruction. The girl became a flash of ebony, silver, and gold as she approached the opposing flag. Sareil also gleamed in armor similar to her mistress, ebony and silver metal protecting her vulnerable skin and fur. Her eyes turned to glance at Thalassa curiously. "You coming, slowpoke." She asked, her voice holding a teasing lilt to it as Sareil shook her large head before bounding after Celaena. As Celaena turned away from the girl, a look of confusion flashed across her face, causing a decent chunk of opposing campers to stare in wonder as the 'Ice Queen' of Camp Halfblood showed emotion on her face...and they couldn't help but wonder if the world was ending.

Thalassa's eyes widened when she finally saw the arrow shoot right into Celaena's shoulder, but did not have much time to process what happened because the daughter of Hades and her hellhound had taken down the opposition and were heading even closer to the blue team's flag near the creek.
'Anywhere with you,' Thalassa replied with a teasing wink as they charged forward, the three together.







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Capture the Flag.

Well.

This was certainly a fecking experience.

Graham flew through the woods with a perfect poised grace, wildflowers springing up at his step, his magic leaking out of him as he ran. In his defense, he hadn't even known he was magical up until this point but that was alright.

The woods whispered to him, told him to watch out for things as roots shifted and moved around him, changing his path under his feet as he went as it directed him in the correct manner. Ancient woods telling him to go certain places, avoid people.

Branches hindered his view, his armor was on backwards, he didn’t know how to hold a sword properly, but he knew how to move through the woods. This was his home after all. He’d always loved nature, plants, the beauty of them.

Plants didn’t steal, they didn’t rob, they didn’t need to consume in order to survive, the way animals needed to, the way people did.

He’d spent a lot of time in forests, drawn to them naturally. Especially after she died. Gorgeous nature calling him home.

He made it past all of the blue team defenses with nary an encounter. He would’ve called it luck if asked, anyone that observed though could’ve watched the forest shielding him from any outside forces through the careful shifting of branches and twigs: the perfect subterfuge.

And then he came across a clearing with a person sitting on a rock.

“Oh! Hi!” A big bright smile, he wasn’t comfortable with the whole ‘12 year olds stabbing each other’ situation he’d managed to find himself in, but this person seemed like a reasonably… older folk.

“Yeah I’m a bit new at all of this. Showed up this morn actually” His drawl pulled at his words as he glanced over where the flag was clearly in view and then sat down across from Magus. Definitely not at all competitive. “One o’ the people that actually care about this game can get it. My name’s Graham. Nice to meet you, love.”

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Another summer, another year. Arriving campers, familiar and unknown, would find their places at camp and everything would get livelier. It was a little too busy for Julian’s tastes, especially along the first days. But, it brought old friends and new victims. So it was well worth it.

Now, the only good thing about Capture the Flag was the violence. Something not all that present (Though it hadn’t stopped Julian before) in the classic school yard game. Camp Half-Blood was different though, and it became at least a minor source of amusement.

Dull eyes scanned the forest, just ampling about. It was always a toss up on his behavior, really. If Blue Team was lucky, someone he enjoyed pushing the buttons of would come along and they’d exchange blows. If Julian Price was personally lucky, it would be someone he’d fuck around with.

Of course, there was Jackson. If he ran into that freak of nature there would be nothing getting done. The two always wound up into trouble, were practically attached at the hip. Julian’s demeanor and words may insist otherwise, but that truly was his best friend. If they found each other, camp was in trouble. Capture the flag would make a wonderful distraction to implement whatever kind of fuckery the day called for. The world should keep them apart.

There was his brother in spirit as well: Matteo Wright. Opposing team. Long time acquaintance. Disgustingly similar. It was incredible. Another pair of destruction, the two could communicate completely fluent with just one bored look. Oftentimes they needed a catalyst to get things going, but they were not to be trusted together.

And of course he couldn’t forget-....

The decision came on instantly as he saw pretty blond curls peeking through the forest. A bad habit of Julian’s, he tended to act first and think later… If he even bothered to think. These impulses were what amused the Hephaestus camper, even if he considered others, the decision was likely to be the same.

What was this impulse now, you ask?

The five foot man of compressed muscle launched himself at one Cyrus Korey. The two were sent tumbling down, Julian hooking himself around and using his weight to throw them and end up on top. A fist pulled back and-

“Ah, thought you were an enemy.” Absolute bullshit.

Julian still did not move off of Cyrus.

….

His fist was put down at least. Though of course leave it to Julian to just punch someone instead of going for a weapon.

….

“What brings you to the woods this fine day, Hotshot?” He thought he was fucking hilarious, a slight drawl meeting the nickname. Julian had a soft spot for Cyrus. Out of everyone that would be a win to Julian to slack off, this option was the safest for camp. Cyrus, an Apollo camper, was an odd indulgence for the bastard. Not a big trouble maker, much kinder of a person, so perfect,,,,

Aaaanywaaays!

Julian wasn’t quite sure what the two might end up doing. Perhaps fucking off and just chatting. Perhaps Cyrus would- *shudder*- Convince him to participate. No matter what though, Julian knew he’d enjoy the time.





























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It's been 18 months since Roman last set foot into camp. He split his time up visiting three locations that were related to him in some form or fashion. He spent the first six months back in Harlem, New York. As place he barely visited since the death of his mother and Uncle. When he returned, it seemed almost nostalgic for the young demi-god as if nothing had changed in these past five years. He spent his time there, working and helping out the community. He had a few fun times there, and even had a few chances escorting young, unclaimed demi-gods towards camp. He knew the risk of leaving camp would welcome monsters to come after him, as a child of the Big Three. But that was a risk he was willing to take. He was strong, and he needed a break and a refresher from camp. For the following six months, he travelled back to the Dominican Republic. There, he spent his 18th birthday, and reconnected with his roots, learning about his culture all over again. The food, the music, the people. It was amazing. He hasn't been back to his homeland since he was eight years old. So for him, it felt well needed. However; even there he suffered attacks from monsters. For his next and finale destination, he travelled to the Underworld and camped out. There, he spent his time honing his skills as the Son of Hades. He was even tempted a couple of times to find his father's palace, and speak to him about all the pain he endured all these years. But he never did. After spending those final six months there, he left deciding to head back to camp.

As the camp was getting set up for Capture the Flag, Roman stepped out of the shadows deep within the Hades cabin. He had two full black duffle bags, one slung over his shoulder and the other in his hand. He wore, a white, slightly oversized t-shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers. He looked around the cabin and for the most part everything did seem to be exactly the same from before he left. However, as he continued to look around more and more, he started noticing the presence of another person. He continued looking around as he threw his gear onto his old bed, which was still unoccupied. He took a closer look at some of the items being sure not to touch them, and he started piecing together that whomever the items belong to is a girl. "That's right. Sera did tell me I have a sister. Though she didn't really tell me much." Breaking through his thoughts he heard the horn of a game starting. He looked back at the stuff, then back at the sound of the horn, and decided if he were to find her, she'll be at the source of the horn. So, he walked over towards his bag, grabbed his black camp shirt, changed and left.

The closer he got towards the sight, the more he saw campers in full armor and weapons walking around, wearing red and blue markings. "Looks like I made it in time for Capture the Flag." He says to himself as continued walking forward. Soon enough he reached where both Chiron and Mr. D were both located. "¿Qué lo que? Senor D., Chiron como tas." "Ah young Roman Hernandez, welcome back to camp. We've just started a game of capture the flag. Your cabin is on the red team." Chiron said, also informing him about the other cabins and which team they belong to. "Okay cool. Speaking of my cabin though, I heard I have a sister now. Is that right?" He asked plainly, as both Chiron and Mr. D just look at one another. "Yep." Mr. D said in reply. "Her name is Celaena and she's currently participating in the game. So if you want to meet her, I suggest you get out there Roman Hernandez." Stated Chiron. Roman just nods in his head, and walks off. "I just might do that. Hasta luego senors." As he left the two counselors, Roman had a bit of a soft smile on his face. As an only child, it was nice knowing that there's someone like him around camp. Someone that could possibly understand him more.

As he walked the path heading towards the red teams flag, Roman took a moment and stopped in a part filled with the most shadows. "I guess I should grab my gear before I get too close." He held his hand out, and the shadows began covering his body, from head to toe. Soon after, they dispersed and Roman was now standing in his gothic black leather armor over his clothes, with his spear, Twister Nights, in his right hand. "Much better." He said, before he sunk directly into the shadows. Since it was close by it didn't take much energy out of him, as he appeared out of the shadows near the red flag. Yeah, he could've went towards the Blue Flag, but he was late to the party so he decided to join the defense. As he stepped out, he was surprised by what he saw. He stepped out the shadows near both Magus and Graham, to people on opposite teams who were just...talking. "Uhh qué lo que? I'm not interrupting anything am I?" He asked looking around. "I'm uhh a little late to the party, so I came to defend the flag." He said looking at the flag, as some of the Ares kids were defending it. "Though, they seem to be taking care of that. So?" He looks over at Graham and Magus. "What are y'all up to?" He questioned, relaxing himself as he held his spear by his side. He could tell by the two's demeaner that, this won't be a battle he'll need to worry about.

Mentions: Seraphine ( Zombie. Zombie. ) Celaena ( Talathel Talathel )
Interactions: Graham ( qunqun qunqun ) Magus ( jinxxes jinxxes )​
 
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THE MAGICIAN.















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Magus



The Magician




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MOOD




Pleased, a little flirty











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This is NOT CTF Appropriate











LOCATION




Red Team Territory











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Cel, Graham, Roman









INTERACTS




qunqun qunqun The Elder The Elder

















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?






























CAPTURE THE FLAG.

The smile on Magus’ face split open wider, it seems they found their amusement for the afternoon. Taking Graham’s hand, she gave it a delicate shake. “Magus.” With his free hand, pointed nail hovered in consideration before tapping the red-heads forehead. ”Άνθοβολέω.” Ancient tongues spoken soft, daisies suddenly blooming along bouncing curls. “Welcome to camp~” The sorcerer winked and removed their hands, leaning back to appreciate the view.

“Are you claimed yet?” Magus prodded, one of the things she liked to know about people. Ah, but that darling stupid grin. This guy didn’t look like he had a clue about anything. “Like your godly parent, any idea who it is?” Better worded for the newbie. Assuming he at least got the idea that this was a camp filled with demi-gods.

“Child of Hecate, goddess of witchcraft, at your service~” Switching what leg was crossed over the other to give her own godly influence introduction.

It seemed their alone time was to be interrupted though. Magus felt the shadows moving before anything, adept to the darkness. Shadow-travel. That narrowed down who might be coming immensely. Most obviously would be one of her own cabinmates or….

Well, it wasn’t Cel that came out from them. She was the easiest answer, what Magus would’ve guessed at the pull of the inky tendrils. But no, this was someone else.

Hand raised, Magus considered the man as they attempted to place face to… anything.

A squint…. Slight tilt of the head…..

“Ah, yes!” Recognition. This was an older camper, but he’d been gone for a while now. “Rrrrroman.” A more guttural “R” sound, as if having to pull the name from memories and get it out, accent peaking through. ”Meet Graham, fresh-blood~” An arm was lazily thrown about said campers shoulders. So friendly, pretty much always leaning or draped around someone so long as the behavior was tolerated.

Hm. “You’ve been gone for a while.” Just an observation, not particularly caring about the details. Perhaps she might pry later if it looked like an interesting story. But for now, darling Graham was the star of Magus’ attention.

Gaze drawn back to the forest man, Magus explained. “Seems like he’s been tossed right into this mess though, I mean- Look at him.” An exaggerated pout, tugging on the wrongly donned armor. “Gonna get eaten alive out here~” Why did that sound more flirty than threatening?

“It’s okay though, you found me, and I’d be happy to help guide you through this~” A pause. Should probably- “You’ve met Roman now too, he’s a friendly-reliable face.” The Hades camper wasn’t exactly Magus’ cup of tea. A bit too goody sometimes, not that that was an awful thing. Just a bit of clashing ideals, but chill enough Magus had no personal qualms. And he was certainly a great meet for someone new, a more digestible camper compared to some other… Eccentric personalities. Which meant a lot coming from Magus. While the magician’s own incentive to this was ‘wow pretty man,’ that didn’t mean Graham would be neglected from actual aid on this journey.

Real advice would be aplenty, just decorated with charming words.





























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Celaena Saria


Daughter of Hades - Camper










Mood:


Worried, Protective, Excited, and Alert







Location:


Camp Half-Blood: Capture The Flag







Outfit:


click me!








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Thalassa PixieDust PixieDust
Roman The Elder The Elder
Open for Interaction















Celaena couldn't help the slight hiss of pain as she moved to intercept an arrow that was headed for Thalassa. Sareil had noticed, and ruby red orbs widened. The hellhound was shocked her mistress had taken the arrow, and ivory fangs bared as a low rumble of a growl echoed through the woods as the fiercely loyal companion to Celaena turned her focus to the attacking side. However, a scent wafted through the air - causing Sareil to pause in her protective state as she tilted her head slightly curiously. Someone new had joined their side, and it was someone who smelt familiar to her. Almost similar enough to Celaena that she was distracted before a soft command from Cel had her focus once more.

Drip.Drip.Drip. Crimson petals of ruby blood fell to the ground as icy silver-blue orbs narrowed. Turning her head back to glance at Thalassa worriedly, her eyes scanning the daughter of Poseidon to check and make sure the girl wasn't hurt. Her armor wasn't very thick around her shoulders, and that was why she was hit with that arrow. "Tal, are you alright?" Her accented voice was concerned as she turned her fiery gaze back to whoever had shot the arrow. A soft growl also came from her mouth as she gestured with her hand. "They better watch out...Sareil - attack!" Her command was sure as she nodded her head, a slight smirk playing across her lips.

The girl ignored the arrow in her shoulder and the pain from the wound as she began to keep heading for the other flag. Her footsteps were soft on the ground as she crept along. Leaving her partner-in-crime to chase off whoever decided to shoot the arrow towards her ... crush. The Hellhound bounded after the unknown camper, chasing them past Roman and the others of their group. Skidding to a stop, tongue lolling out as the large German Shepherd-like dog paused and turned red orbs to meet Roman's gaze. Her armored body matched the essence of Hades by heart - silver and ebony black, like Cel's armor, coated her body to protect her vulnerable fur and skin. The large hound slowly circled Roman, and her eyes narrowed as she studied what appeared (and felt) like a sibling to her mistress. Only time would tell, though. Sareil was fiercely protective and loyal to Celaena.

"SAREIL!" An Australian-accented voice echoed through the trees as Celaena appeared from the shadows. Ebony hair glinted with an inky-blue sheen as stray wisps framed her face from the french braid that pulled her hair back, elegant almond-shaped mercury-dipped blue eyes narrowing as she gestured with her head. "Let's go." Her eyes went past her partner to study who had caught her friend's attention. "You can explore later. We got a job to do." The small female scolded softly, turning to vanish back into the fray. Sareil sneezed slightly, tossing her large head before bounding after Celaena's figure. The two created a matching set of figures as their armor glinted in sync - silver, ebony, and gold metal gleaming slightly.

















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JUSTICE.















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Percy



Justice




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MOOD




pleasepleasepleEASEPLEASE











OUTFIT




Teehee. Still no, pookie.











LOCATION




Capture the Flag











MENTIONS




Auguste, Lucy









INTERACTS




qunqun qunqun

















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.































CAPTURE THE FLAG.

Such a nice smile, Percy was practically beaming by the time Auguste said he’d be willing to put 5% just for asking. A great sign! “Around 15% is where I’m hoping to get.” Percy confirmed with Auguste, well aware of the different levels he expressed as he liked training with the giant.

Now only to convince him that the game was worth it. It was easier to get Auguste to put more effort in their mutual sparring, easier to control the environment and know each other’s limits through it. It was a fun challenge to see how intense he could get out of the Apollo camper. Here though, with a team and many campers of different skill levels, it was best to keep safe.

So, what was worth around a ten percent increase then?

“Is little Lucy in need of anything?” That sounded like it would be a good front to aim at. Auguste was a simple fellow, which made bribing him a little difficult. Just a guy, content with watching the clouds above and ants below. “I can go extravagant.” Percy would be willing to do a simple outfit or little accessories just by request, so an offer like that wasn’t worth much. But if it was more complicated- “I’m talking I’ll have to ask my father to send the right materials. Long-lasting quality. You just tell me what and I’ll do it. Jeweled ballgown, historical time-piece, costume-y, anything.”

Percy glanced away, he was feeling the time pressure now. “I really need to take off. So-” Bouncing on the balls of his feet, desperate to get moving. Please Auguste? Whatever he said, Percy would have to take it like that, no more time to waste.

Honestly, with the amount of work Percy was willing to put in, he might even consider it worth more than a ten percent increase. But he hadn’t asked for more than ten or fifteen. It would be unnecessary for a game of Capture the Flag. So, while possibly overboard on a physical level, on the emotional level it seemed well worth it.

“Win or lose, I’ll follow through.” Probably not needed to be said, he was pretty sure he racked up enough of Auguste’s favor and trust for it to be expected. A man of his word.

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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, Tal









INTERACTS




jinxxes jinxxes PixieDust PixieDust

















Eat Your Young — Hozier.
































































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Metamorphosis.




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






























Capture The Flag.

Brandon was walking through the forest, drawing on himself with a sharpie some runes as he went. One for true sight, another for infrared vision. Boosting his strength, his speed, his endurance.

There was a whistle, and he almost got whiplash from the way his head jerked. Magic?

There was nothing there.

“Hold up, they don't love you like I love you. Slow down, they don't love you like I love you. Back up, they don't love you like I love you. Step down, they don't love you like I love you”

Was that… Beyoncé???

That was the last actual conscious though that Brandon had before an overwhelming sense of sadness covered his senses.

Tears, was he crying? He never cried.

It was just so sad though, a homesickness etched down into his being. He had to find the source of this, it was just so beautiful. So he changed his path somewhat, still going in the correct direction but making a detour.

As if made from the shadows themselves, a giant extracted himself carefully, almost as tall as the trees themselves he stared impassively at the crying boy like a god. An immortal tired with the trifles of the whimpering mortals around him. Long dark hair got through soul-piercing eyes. Muscular, broad-shouldered. A reaper from the underworld, and more monster than man.

The singing was still continuing. Something so gorgeous, so haunting, couldn’t have been coming from so monstrous.

“What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy? Jealous and crazy? Or like been walked all over lately, walked all over lately. I'd rather be crazy”

No, he had to win. As much as the siren song called to him, he had to win.

Brandon wiped his tears and held his enchanted spear in place, settling into his stance behind his enchanted shield as he charged.

—---

There was thumps coming from the forest, like something massive and wicked coming directly for Tal.

It was dragging something.

Stomp. Draaaag.

Stomp. Draaaaag.

Something large and shiny was thrown at Tal’s head: the unconscious body of a son of Hecate, his armor dented, breathing raggedly like there were definitely some broken ribs in there. .

The giant melted out of the shadows as he used the spear as a walking stick, the pointed end being used to jab at the ground as he walked.

”20%. I'll give it a good twenty.” Auguste had said almost immediately upon bribe mentioned, cutting Percy off in his haste, accented words stumbling over each other now that he was properly motivated to do well in this.

The runes etched into the wooden shaft of the spear glowed red, illuminating the usually passive Auguste in a hellish atmosphere as he slowly walked upon the girls. A freak of nature, he had the muscular build of an Ares kid, the piercing stare of a Hades kid, and an aura of death and despair about him that had plants wilting beneath his feet.

“... Would you believe me if I say he charged me first.” Auguste’s voice wasn't so much of a voice as it was a rumble that you felt in your chest as he sighed. “I have... a lot riding on this so it would be... great if we pretend to fight and not bother with the flag anymore and go... cloud gazing instead.”

The ‘a lot’ here being just… a cat outfit that he was being bribed with and would receive anyways regardless of the fight. But if he won capture the flag, that would mean Percy was happy. If Percy was happy, he might make Auguste… TWO cat outfits.

Wouldn't that be amazing and special and so incredibly fantastic and the best thing that had happened to him in his entire life.

So clearly, this fight was very important.

“... Please don’t make me hurt you, this would be… very scary.” There was… a glee in Auguste’s eye, even as his passive, soft spoken fashion edged in out of habit. A general joie de vivre that he was always lacking sparkling through. He was enjoying this… immensely.

Violence had always been a part of his life, his way of life. Pacifism didn’t make sense to a person who had done nothing but fight for most of his life, a restriction that he loathed and understood to be necessary at the same time. The repression of his urge to inflict violence upon everyone, it was exhausting. Fighting just… made sense to him.

A part of him was terrified that that was his reality. A part of him didn’t care.

“... You don’t seem to be the type to give up that easily though.” Another long sigh as he shifted into a fighting stance. “You first, I want to make this at least a little bit fair.”





























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