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THE MAGICIAN.
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Magus
The Magician
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MOOD
Ew fighting
LOCATION
Half on top of Graham
MENTIONS
Graham, Roman, Cel, Percy, Matteo
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.
And so the two were officially joined. So gossip time!
Magus listened raptly when the two talked, offering her own input throughout. “He’s the god of the wilds.” Keeping it simple, there would always be more about the legends of their unique family history, but Magus was just focusing on getting Graham a little more in the loop. “No frying pan relation. But the pan flute was named after him.” She offered as just a little tidbit for the joke.
“Definitely not a usual at camp.” Agreeing with Roman. A curiosity, Magus just knew he’d be interesting!
On claiming though, and other unsavory bits of camp, less fun for a newcomer. Most of the time, Magus looked towards the gods with reverence. Earning her mother’s favor, her blessings, was the ultimate goal. Other times, Magus wondered if they even understood their children at all, or if they did, if they cared then. When Artemis was born, she helped her mother deliver her twin Apollo right after. The two then killed the serpent sent as Hera’s punishment for Zeus’ infidelity. Sometimes it felt like they were expected to be able to make such feats with as much natural affinity. Impossible under mortal constraints, human in that every single one of them still had to crawl and toddle before taking off running.
…
“What can you expect elsewise?” A disinterested shrug. “Mortals won’t understand our godly problems and the gods are above our mortal qualms. It can be a cruel world for a demigod.” He gave Graham a little pet, “So it’s nice to be around people with similar experiences, work to be safe. It’s brutal here, but we make do, we survive.”
“I’m not sure what you may be able to do as a son of Pan, but other cabins such as Demeter and Dionysus may be a good place to check out and make friends." There was also-
Another body joined them.
There was also him, of course.
“Ugh.” Amusement from Magus’ features washed away in an instant, broken off from their hold on Graham and instead being the one clung to. Now, attention? Good. But as Magus had tall, red, and handsome in their sights- This was annoying.
Magus shoved the offending little weirdo off and-
Blink.
“Oh nooo. An enemyyy!~” Drawn out dramatic, “Hooow scaaaary! Έκβιάζω... or whatever…” Dropping off at the end, the plant man was sent suddenly flying away- Shoved with a magical force.
…
Oh right. People.
“Don’t worry, he’s fine.” Magus waved off, now draping their legs over Graham. “He likes it, comes crawling back like a roach.” Magus almost sounded…. Impressed. Despite the odd relation, well, Magus loved the devotion that backed Jackson up. It was really hard to tell whether or not she hated the guy.
“So anyways- Yeah, you haven’t met her yet then?” Answering Roman's question. “Hope you like dogs, that was her darling Sariel with her.”
….And more people were coming….
Oh, come on.
First Jackson came scrambling out. That much was normal. But then their darling trouble maker godly sibling came around flanked by the cute Athena try-hard. Matt should have been a good sign, but with Percy- A gasp, “You traitorous bitch.” Working with the enemy!
As if Magus wasn’t currently all cozying up to another blue team redhead. Though her place half on his lap was certainly less team threatening than Matt walking in practically hand in hand with Athena’s golden boy.
Really? So many interruptions. Roman was chill about harboring Graham right now so that got a pass. Cel and Sariel were quick to leave but the pop up was starting to get annoying as recurring. Jackson…. Well he was no threat at the moment at least but now it was getting crowded and these interruptions were like a personal slight. Finally, now Percy and Matt arrived. Too many things!
Percy readied his spear, Magus groaned. Not fun! “If you point that thing at me I will break it.” The red head at least seemed to focus in on Roman. Good, getting this top dirty would be a crime. They were not going to fight if they could help it. He knew Roman was more willing to play though so if they wanted to run off- Sure.
“Nice to see you back, Roman. Hope beating each other won’t be too rowdy of a welcome.”
Ugh, pleasantries before fighting. Just- “If you’re going to go at it could you just-” A little motion to shoo off. Go on- Be brutes elsewhere.
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