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for the son of thanatos 🥤@isaacbrooks location: the swimming pool stands

It probably wasn't the best start to the day, forgetting his change of clothes today of all days. Benji was on edge enough as it is. First couple of weeks in a new place, being told he's a demigod and now having to compete in an demigod filled Olympics shortly after. He had left the preliminaries for the breaststroke swimming category sopping wet. Walking back to the stands with a purple and gold beach towel, a slight shiver to his step and a pair of lips just about to match the towel. Luckily for him, the son of Thanatos had offered him a hoodie to wear.

"Thank you again for letting me borrow your hoodie." Benji says, pulling his head through the other man's hole. Yes, that's definitely how that's meant to be written. A curled tuft of hair bounces on top of Benji head as the son of Hebe dons on Isaac's hoodie. He sat himself on one of the benches. "Not a lot of people offering a towel during these things, much less a hoodie."

"Did you sign up to do breaststroke as well?"

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for the son of thanatos 🥤@isaacbrooks location: training area

"So this might be a long shot, but you wouldn't happened to have some kind of power off button, would you?" Benji chuckles nervously in front of the fellow godling. He didn't know much about the son of Thanatos, barely seeing him around the camp. When Benji did notice him, the son of Hebe could swear he was seeing him talk to himself. It wasn't as unsettling as Benji had originally thought it would be. Being the son of anything death related, one could only assume ghosts. Regardless, Benji wasn't above hoping Casper and friends could distract him long enough to get a hit.

"Turn around, I might be able to find it." He unsheathed his rapier and held it in front of him in preparation. "Or maybe a power off phrase? Mind saying the word 'Shazam' for me?"

[ this is where we roll for initiative n.n ]

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for the son of thanatos 🥤@isaacbrooks location: near the library

Benji had brought a sack across his back as he made his way towards the Hebe cabin. In front of his face, the son of Hebe had a piece of notebook paper. On it were names of a godlings he's met or heard of and their corresponding parent. Wanting to make a good first impression, Benji wanted to at least attribute the correct name to the correct person. All that was left was... actually meeting them. He looked around the bustle and hustle of the camp, weaving his way through as Benji continued to study the list while searching for the cabins.

"Winter... son of Hades, Oliver... son of Demeter, José.. son of Hypnos, Romeo... son of --. Wait, so it's just the Greek demigods? What happens with the Romans? Do they just become Bizzaro versions of us?" Benji mutters to himself as he looks over the list he had made himself during his first few hours at camp. It wasn't the most legible, but it did help him in a pinch. "Or are we the Bizzaro versions of them?"

"Maybe we're the Zibarro versions of them?"

As Benji was engrossed in his existential thoughts regarding the DC comicbook character, he accidentally managed to bump into someone's shoulder. Benji nearly topples over before reaching towards the person he bumped in hopes of making sure they were okay. "Oh, shit. Sorry about that. Kinda distracted." He chuckles.

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Benji bit his lip as he took in the demigod in front of him. He was surprised by the tarty (affectionate) behavior the son of Hebe has witnessed when he first arrived at camp, not that Benji has helped discourage any of it given his flirty nature. It was a welcome surprise of course. Nothing Benji enjoyed more in his time as a model like the partying, as well as the horizontal mambo that partying would often lead to.

Benji took off the hoodie Isaac had given him, making a show out of undressing himself as the son of Hebe took his time in collecting the cozy garment across his torso before pulling it over his shoulders. His head of tousled hair bounces effortlessly as Benji tosses it to the side. His hands run across his body, pausing at his hips before Benji's thumbs hook themselves to the waist, slowly lowering his swimsuit past his waistline, his eyes taking Isaac's fixed stare to challenge.

A slight smile curls at an edge of Benji's lips just as his teased mound peaked over the stretchy fabric. The son of Hebe finally decides to simply let them fall to the floor, his eyes being pulled towards Isaac's crotch as he observed the satisfying motions between Isaac's hand and his lengthy dick. Benji joins the son of Thanatos in the shower, his hand brought up to the other's chest, gently massaging at Isaac's pecs, his hazel eyes looking over the son of Thanatos' body before reuniting their gaze. Benji's tongue licks at his own lips, tasting the shower water before bringing himself to his knees. His hands trail downward before helping wrapping Isaac's cockhead with his plush lips.

Happy to be led, Benji took him by the land as they wandered through and into an empty shower room. Practically abandoned, it felt kind of convenient - though once the curtain was closed it probably wouldn't have mattered either way. Isaac was certain that these tiled walls, and his fellow demigods in particular, had seen and heard far worse than a bunch of skin slapping together.

"I'm... very passionate about conservation." Isaac didn't hesitate because he'd abandoned modesty around the same time he'd come to camp. There was a time when hookups were only done in the dark, with his body pressed against a hole in the wall or in the backseat of his car with someone whose name and face he'd never recall. Now he saw the faces of several, regularly, and then went into a fight beside them - prepared to risk his life. Dropping his gear and getting his cock out in the shower was nothing by comparison.

Water ran down his frame, and steam followed, if nothing else this would be hot enough for Benji to warm up. Isaac's back hit the wall as he casually watched the other, and waited for him to drop the swimwear. Tilting his neck, he gathered water in his mouth before spitting it idly to the side. Grabbing hold of himself, Isaac pulled a few languid strokes between his thighs as his blue eyes stayed fixed on the cold swimmer in front of him.

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Benji wasn't sure whether he should take offense to the other man's comment about each other's styles. Didn't seem to bug Benji at the moment, with his focus apparently on seeing the son of Thanatos undressed rather than dressed up. A sentiment Benji could see Isaac feeling too given the physical closeness and touch that was happening. He wasn't opposed to having a heavy petting session amongst the eyes of the other pantheons' demigods. However, Benji wasn't above having some fun in the privacy of a shower stall.

"Me? Trying to see you naked? I mean, can you blame me? Not that these swim suits exactly hiding anything, but still." Benji smirks as he takes hold of Isaac's hand, leading the son of Thanatos' hand over his shoulder as the son of Hebe looks for the quickest route to the showers. As much as Benji would enjoy cheering on his fellow demigods in the Olympics, sharing a shower proved to be too tempting for the newbie. He returns the soft breathes against Isaac's ear in a sultry low purr. "Can't help the curiosity."

Once spotting the showers, Benji helps navigate them their. His head peaked through the stalls and curtains and finding them conveniently empty. "You know, we might be demigods and all that, but doesn't mean we can't do our part in conserving water." Benji smirks mischievously at Isaac, already making haste in turning on the shower water. "Care to help me help the Earth?"

It was easy to forget how touch-starved Isaac could be until he was in physical proximity to someone else. Naturally, it was a bit selfish, but there had been a lonely quality to the son of Thanatos that he didn't spend any time acknowledging. "Something tells me that you and I will have different senses of style." Isaac didn't really think he needed help in that department, but he also didn't put a lot of effort into what he wore. Streetwear, togas, or chitons. There wasn't a lot of variation between these styles.

Flush against his chest, the warmth of the sweater added a filter between the swimmer's cold frame within. "Villain." Isaac whispered, low enough to be shared exclusively between them, a breath above silence against the curve of Benji's ear. He relented a bit, opting to tilt his head back as he moved his hands up and down the other's arms to create a bit more friction on Benji's behalf. Showers were good, maybe they'd even have them to themselves. "You're right though, only so much I can do for you here."

When Isaac stood, he adjusted himself a bit before taking some of the steps down. "You're just trying to get me naked." Isaac chastised, "Incorrigible." He offered the other a hand up before leading the way, happy to join because there was a small handful of things that Isaac loved almost as much as he loved winning.

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"I wasn't even sure that was something we could do." Benji began to say. He didn't bring much, surprisingly for a model. The son of Hebe was now mentally cursing himself since he could have gotten away with stowing a few items from his previous shoot here. Life would have definitely been a bit easier with an air fryer around.

"I kinda only brought along the sentimental stuff." Benji chimes, holding up his pack. "And clothes, of course. Can never see a model without their mountain of clothes." He chuckles before taking a bite of his food continuing, "Would the priest thing be so bad? I think you'd look good in a collar."

His eyes widen as he stammers, "No offense, of course! I only mean, you know, sometimes it can look hot on a guy. The priest collar, not the dog one.. but also, wouldn't mind that either... I should stop talking."

"We all go through it... we have to." It was kind of a shared experience, the dreams, the expectations, the disappointment. "I know the ambrosia can put you through a lot- if you need someone to talk to about it, I've been told I'm an excellent listener." Active in that regard, but while it was easy to get desensitized to the sounds of screaming that came off the new demigods, Isaac still heard them. They all did.

"Funny. Do I give off a priest vibe? I'll have to work on that." Isaac made a notion with his chin toward the temple, "I made an offering to my father and he didn't accept it." Disappointing, to say the least, but all it told him was that he was in this alone. A state in which Isaac was

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acrobatics: 1d20 (3) + 5 = 8

"Could be just a you thing, if you'd like?" Benji smirks up at the godling as if he weren't currently pinned down. Surprisingly, the son of Hebe wasn't able to free himself from under Isaac. Then, of course, there's the question of whether Benji had placed any actual effort into getting free from the son of Thanatos.

"Well, that didn't work, might as well keep my hands busy while I'm down here." Benji winks before cupping Isaac's second cheek. "I'm honestly trying." He adds with a chuckle, giving the other godling a few squeezes of his cheeks. "You're a lot stronger than you look, sir."

"You know, the offer still stands. I'm sure you can still rough me up, just hope you're coming up with ideas on making it up to me later." The son of Hebe tried shifting his weight around, trying to gain an opportunity to escape Isaac's grasp. There wasn't much Benji could do besides flirting a bit more with the son of Thanatos which he at least hoped Isaac enjoyed as well.

Benji tried... Something... But Isaac shook it off as the son of Hebe was pulled toward him. He rushed forward and down, his intention to grapple the other as he was flung toward him. Isaac would admit that he was more invested in the fight than he should have been, but he enjoyed this, and he had new techniques that he wanted to work out. He'd have to show them to Silas next.

Then there was a hand, and a grab. Did he just -? Was he -?

Oh, was Benji flirting? The buffet comment made sense now.

Isaac was bad at this, but he also wasn't used to getting his butt grabbed. "Is it your tactic to grab everyone's ass when you get into a fight with them, or is that just me?" The aspect he'd conjured dissipated as he moved to try and pin the son of Hebe beneath him. "Not that I'm complaining. You ready to call it now?"

movement: down, time to pin the twunk action: trying to grapple, beat my DC 18 athletics check with either athletics or acrobatics (if u want). bonus action: calling off the sexy oblivion.

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"Really, I can keep it? Are all the Greek demigods this generous with their clothing?" Benji teases slightly, "I'll have to double check what I've packed to see if I can give you something in return. I can't be the only stylish demigod at camp." Benji chuckles as he shifts in his seat, hoping to keep Isaac's gesture of camaraderie and frost bite prevention go uninterrupted in an awkward entanglement of limbs. At least not the one Benji had in mind and not in a place with so many wandering eyes. "But you have foiled my plans, Mr. Brooks."

"And I was this close. Would have made a hefty dollar on those kidneys. Probably a large amount for those pretty eyes too." Benji feigns disappointment in his tone at Isaac's words regarding stealing his kidneys. The son of Hebe straightens out his back as he feels the son of Thanatos wrap himself around his body. Despite the size of the hoodie, Benji could still feel the curve of the fellow godling's chest pressing flush against his back. Of course, it was an optimal position for keeping someone warm and nothing else. Still, a knowing smiles couldn't help grow on Benji's lips as he tilts his neck slightly, feeling the warmth of Isaac's breath against his ear as the son of Thanatos spoke to him.

"Much better." Benji hums, feeling the brush of the fellow godling's hands on his arms. If it were possible to notice, Benji's arms flexed themselves under the spacious hoodie. A reflex he didn't intend to do. Hums continue to exit Benji's lips, Isaac must have an expert way of warming people up. Curiosity grew within the son of Hebe of other techniques Isaac knew that could help keep the model warm. "Maybe not soup exactly, but I bet a hot shower could be just as good. You could use one too, wash the chlorine out, you know?"

Sometimes Isaac thought these games were going to get the better of him. They were a fair distraction though, one that Isaac appreciated and leaned into because truthfully he needed it. Between his conversation with Eva and the absence of his father, he found himself seeking distractions yet again. Ways to keep his mind off of things, and formulas to not let his thoughts stray from what was right in front of him.

"Keep it." Isaac's hand folded over Benji's colder one, calloused fingers that threaded through paler, and more slender ones as he held them over the other's thigh. "Looks good on you." It would be dearly missed but clothes could be replaced, and there was something about the thought of Benji residing in Isaac's attire that he liked. He'd been sincere at least, the sweater did look good on the son of Hebe.

"A secondary location? Nice try, but I've seen this episode of sixty minutes, you'll just take me out at the kneecaps and then steal my kidney or something." Isaac hummed a bit before he stood up to reposition himself behind Benji, arms folding around the other's to bring them across Benji's chest, legs on either side to promote more contact between them. All in the spirit of warming the other up, obviously. Isaac's hands moved delicately over Benji's arms, then he asked, "Better?" He asked against Benji's ear, "Or do we still need to turn you into soup?" The pool probably had showers too.

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wis save: 1d20 (6) + 1 = 7 dex save: 1d20(2) + 5 = 7

"Turn around, think I see a perfect buffet somewhere behind there." Benji chuckles. readying his rapier before freezing. "Fuck or flight? Fuck or flight?" Benji mutters as he sees the spectral wings flourish from the fellow demigods' strong looking back. If this didn't show Benji might be out of his depth when it came to demigod business, then he wasn't sure what did. He had his rapier still up and ready but couldn't bring himself to move closer towards Isaac. There was a strange mix of fear and arousal while watching Isaac's wings form, but for now he needed to focus.

"You sure we're still sparring, Isaac? I feel like we should be exchanging safe words right about now." Benji struggles to get out, the chill he felt after being picked up and brought closer to the son of Thanatos irritating his throat. The son of Hebe decides he'll try carving his name onto those wings of his. Focusing on the handsome man in front of him, Benji uses Brittle Break, hopefully letting the son of Hebe get the upper hand. Although.. he might start asking for those extra hands later on.

movement: none (he wants his (Isaac's) booty touched.) action: brittle break (make a con check (15? I think?), if failed: they get dis on next attack roll, on success: nothing happens. Isaac gets a coupon for the succ.)

"It's evading me," playful, "why don't you give me a hint... is it... a bag of chips. Pizza pocket!" Laughter followed before he tipped his head idly, preparing. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Isaac kept his sword down, instead allowing his visage to change as he wreathed himself in Death's domain. From handsome to frightening, Isaac adopted a spectral shape as his form changed and a pair of wings manifested from his back. Ghostly feathers became more translucent toward the end, revealing the bony structure below. Haunting, the Guardian of Death hovered, then ascended.

Isaac extended a hand toward the son of Hebe, and the dead responded by pulling at Benji to bring him closer to Isaac, lifting him into the air to meet the son of Thanatos in the sky. "At least to start."

initiative: 1d20 (14) + 5 = 19 movement: up a modest 20ft (not trying to break Benji's neck if he falls, just his back ayo) action: guardian of oblivion (make a dc 17 wisdom save or be frightened) bonus action: death grip (make a dex save and come closer bb)

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Benji was honestly impressed with how well he had been doing in the Olympics so far. He did resonate as a regular person doing these events side by side with the demigods of storms, seas, and death. As Benji watched them compete, he was pleased. Not only because the men were physically nice to look at, but also because Benji thought it swell that those formidable winners of the events were on his side. Well, at least he had hoped they were.

"Oh, no way man. I think you're 100% fine." Benji begins to say, huddling slightly closer to the son of Thanatos. "And thank you again... For the hoodie, and the hug." Benji adds lowly.

While it may have been hard for Benji to believe, not everyone at the camp were models. Gorgeous like them, definitely. Though, the son of Hebe knew there was a glaring difference to his day to day on a photo shoot compared to camp. However, while viewing his fellow demigods in the Olympics, Benji couldn't help but find a familiarity in competitive spirit amongst the athletes and the model. Why he's decided to think about this now was bizarre on its own, or perhaps it was the cold reaching his thoughts as well.

"Maybe a little play pretend as soup could help keep the cold away." Benji chimes at Isaac's suggestion. "Nothing brings two bros closer than a hot tub."

As far as the games went, Isaac was intent on putting as much of himself into this as he could. His all was what the Gods demanded, so Isaac would be remiss to give them anything less. Naturally, he knew that not everyone felt the same and there were those even among his own pantheon who had a jaded view of their divine parent - while Isaac's relationship with Thanatos remained complicated, he still considered himself his father's champion.

"I can't tell if you're calling me cheap or just... discounted." Playful, Isaac raised a pointed brow as he looked with some concern at the other's paling limbs. Benji would be fine, they were demigods after all, but if nothing else Isaac could attempt to offer some form of comfort. He'd already given Benji a sweater, since Isaac had no sweats to offer him he'd have to try for the next best thing.

It was good to see Benji acting with some concern, even if it came as an afterthought; for now, Isaac believed that since they were only in the preliminaries they could wait until all the pantheons officially arrived and introduced themselves before things like corruption and blessing got thrown out. "Let's just see how the preliminaries go," Isaac settled himself closer to the son of Hebe as he put his arm around him, his hand moving swiftly with deliberate motions as he tried to work at Benji's blood flow. "better? I think you need a blanket. Maybe the bathhouse." All that hot water was bound to warm him up.

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"I think we both know what I'm going to eat after we're done here." Benji teases, bring up his rapier in preparation for whatever Isaac had in store for him. The son of Hebe was getting used towards using his demigod nature in combat, having used it throughout his life without knowing. Now Benji would have to keep his mind focus and his intentions purposeful.

For now, however, the son of Hebe would wait until Isaac moved first, perhaps observing the seasons fighter would help him learn how to execute some maneuvers better. "If you hit me too hard, do you get to make it up to me?"

initiative: 1d20 (5) + 5 = 10

The man who never cared for confrontation was somewhere else; maybe buried back in the mortuary. Now? Isaac reveled in it.

Stood opposite the son of Hebe, Isaac turned his blade idly with a simple flourish of his wrist. Sharp, focused, and stronger than ever - Isaac's furrowed brow pronounced the deep lines of intent etched in a cautionary fashion across his features.

"You'll eat those words." Isaac struck the flat of his sword against his shield a couple of times, skin molten as it refracted the light from above - a gilded warrior wreathed in the power of the undead. His grin marked the good-natured origin of the comment, "Say mercy at any time, maybe I'll go easy on you."

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"I feel like I should be asking you that. You look... Well, with those eyes, you really pull off sad and attractive. Are... Are you alright, though?" Benji asked in a concerned tone. His seemingly perfect and symmetrical brows coming together as the son of Hebe tried to make sure the demigod he just bumped into was okay. "Perhaps we can find the cafeteria together?"

"You can tell me all those woes going on behind those impressive eyes of yours?" Benji couldn't help but compliment Isaac's eyes, his own orbs of hazel looking in to the fellow godling's eyes. Mainly to gauge whether his new acquaintance was doing. In a camp filled with demigods, Benji would have assumed everyone's reaction times would be dialed to eleven. 'Perhaps this guy was a newbie like me?' He began to think. Benji might have been projecting a bit, moving into this camp so soon after finding out his true identity, finding out about his mother. It was hard enough to wrap his head around it, what was there to stop others like himself from feeling the same.

"C'mon," Benji had already begun to bring an arm across Isaac's back, "I think we'd get bumped into less if we stick together too."

Silence had been Thanatos's response; Isaac swallowed his pride, cleaned the space, and stored the items he'd used at the temple during the process of his offering. The torch that he'd inverted was cold as he stowed it away, the locket that had gone untouched still sat in his pocket. The folded piece of paper that Eva had dropped lingered at his breast; the name and the photo haunted his thoughts. Silence was a familiar answer for Isaac, he'd suffered with it for most of his childhood - tongue glued to the roof of his mouth until the very psychiatrist set for collection helped him through it. Savior and destroyer wrapped into one.

Locked away in this self-imposed prison of his own thoughts, his hope drifted to the souls that Eva had helped aided in helping to the other side. Isaac invoked them to his father, so even if Thanatos hadn't responded, he hoped his patron had at least listened.

With this on the back burner and the weight of the Olympics laid across Isaac's shoulders, he barely registered Benji until the two collided.

"Sorry I was-" There was a note of familiarity to the other, though Isaac couldn't place it. A beat of hesitation stilled Isaac's tongue as he thought of their jaunt into the suburbs, how Isaac had considered it then too; there was this feeling like perhaps he and the other had met before. "In my own head too." Isaac waved dismissively, noting how Benji had nearly gone down. "You alright?"

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Benji had sunk himself deeper into the comfy hoodie. The soft fleece on the inside doing a great job at keeping his torso warm. Although, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to make it up to the son of Thanatos. He wasn't exactly passing all the demigod Olympics, at least not the swimming events, but Benji knew he could whip up some satisfactory eggs and ham to near flawlessness.

"Huh, you know with this economy, I'd figured it'd be more 50%-off-style." Benji couldn't help his comical insert. The son of Hebe felt like was finally going to perish as the cold began to sink into Benji's legs. "At least he's a mortician, he'll make my remains look thawed out and decent."

Benji blinks, perhaps the hypothermia had won. "I think that's a yes, still cold."

"Usually I have no problem with the cold, you think it could be that whole blessing business the group was discussing earlier for the games? Oh crap... Am I even supposed to be talking about that?" Benji lowers his voice, hoping none of the other demigods would be able to hear him.

There was a lot to contend with here. Everyone wanted a good showing, and everyone wanted to prove themselves in the eyes of the Gods. That alone was enough to make tempers run high, Isaac felt the pressure enough as someone who'd been here for a couple months already; he couldn't imagine what it'd feel like to have only just arrived at camp. The expectation to perform was still there.

"I will be getting that hoodie back." It was one of his favourites, but he wasn't about to let Benji freeze to death. "But it looks good on you." It was on the baggier side but most of Isaac's casual wear was streetwear that he chose in oversized sizes. Practically swallowed Benji whole.

"Freestyle and backstroke." Isaac said, "I made it into the freestyle category." Discus as well, both made sense in their own way; Isaac swam every morning and he'd spent his college days wishing the fraternities would invite him to play ultimate frisbee. "Still cold?"