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[wxldhxrt]

Location: Temple of the Gods, Camp Godspeed

So this was where he was supposed to save the world? Kaiden still wasn’t convinced about that pitch, but he knew there was something special about him, something that he needed to understand and if coming here meant that could happen then he would figure out the rest along the way. He was good at that. 

Since arriving at camp and being given the ‘tour’, the first place the son of Hestia went was to the temple. He needed to see the face of the mother who abandoned him, who left him to rot with that despicable man. He stood in front of her huge marble visage, a deep frown creasing his brow, already feeling his palms grow hot with rage but Kaiden took a few breaths to calm himself. When he heard the temple doors open he expected to see one of the nymphs or satyrs perhaps even an acolyte coming to tend the statues, either way he continued to glare at the woman he’d never call mother. 

[jacksonthewise]

Honestly being in New York was easy, which was strange compared to the fundemental shift that the demi’s camp life had been.  Part of him missed the noise of Pali house, the sound of those loud voices and sounds of Beau making breakfast in the early morning, or the sounds of Ender still awake in the next room over working on the latest tattoo. But Jackson supposed that going from killing demons and gods back to the real word was always going to be somewhat of a rough transition for all of them. Still being aware of the magical world had it’s perks, it certainly opened up a few of the more magically inclined clubs if you knew were to look. Who knew Dyrads could be such good bartenders? 

It was enough noise and general merryment to block out any of the wistful feelings he might have been having about the camp, a hand curling around the bright blue drink in front of him with an amused tilt of his head at the strange beverage in front of him. He was, however, looking as fine as he ever did. A slick tight black shirt, that somehow dispite it’s simple nature just screamed expensive, his jeans showing off every fun little curve he had as shifted against the bar- his bulge rather noticable as he turned to lean back against it, to let his eyes run around the crowd. 

[sharpestlxves]

A grunt escaped him as he bent his legs in order to pick up the tent that he had brought with him. It wasn’t the fact that the tent was heavy, no, it was the backpack that was strapped to his back and everything else the new demigod was trying to carry with him. Pots, pans and other various things one would need to camp outside with and he was attempting to carry it all at once while picking up the tent. He was determined to make this one trip not wanting to back into the house they had told him he was to stay in. There was no way in hell he was staying in some knock off hostel with kids half his age. Cursing under his breath when he felt his backpack slip off of his shoulder, his eyes focused on someone passing by him. Now Izyk wasn’t typically the kind of person to stop and talk to the first person he saw about the weather or what was for dinner, so he tended to stay away from people. Which was why when he spoke, it came out gruff and almost a bark as he ordered, “you. Here. Now.”

[wrxn-blxkely]

      The night was clear and cool, no downcast of clouds as the arena was illuminated by torch light. Some of the clearing had been bathed in silver by the moon but it was faint as Wren stood there in the middle. Most nights there were few people here among the grounds, which the demigod took advantage of by practicing spells that were a bit difficult to do inside Mageia. Beneath the stars Wren stood without armor or blade at his side but instead palms facing upwards as a prismatic light trickled beneath his skin.                                  It was time to practice something new. 

    “Vast sea of stars, watery rite, I summon you here earth-side.” he started as flecks of light, small orbs, slowly flowed around him, “Travel close and envelop me in your waves---Cetus, Eridanus, Pisces---flow beside me, our guardians of the astral waters.” As he concentrated more light appeared. It swirled around him like a whirlpool, along with the orbs shifting as they painted the constellations he called upon.        Now the real test was for how long he could hold it. 

[cfserpents]

Viorel’s never done anything for his birthday.

It wasn’t as if he wanted to remember it, anyway. But, with the months at camp stirring in his head, likewise tugs back to Romania and his ‘family’, the man couldn’t deny that he felt the day bear down on his shoulders. Vio stroked Galen’s little head as he walked from Voithos towards the stables, aiming to bring Sorin with him to--where?

He didn’t have that part figured out, yet. The demigod looked around as he closed in, hoping to come across no one. They didn’t need to know. Rather, he hoped no one knew.

[crowntorn]

there’s a new feeling that resides within amadeo. for the first time in what felt like months, he’s outside without wearing his gloves. he’s not blasting his music through his earphones either. finally, he’s comfortable with the monster emotions and feelings can turn him into. 

the telepath twirls his new rapier around a couple of times with one hand. the light blade is different from what he’s grown used to in mount olympus. it’s lighter and reminds him of his days in spain. 

amadeo raises it when he sees someone passing. “en garde!” he shouts while raising it up in front of them. “i have questions to ask you pertaining to what you’d like to see in a nightclub around here. or, if you choose, a request for a spar.” 

[knightmaring]

accord practice

Hudson didn’t know himself.

Not in the emotional or psychological sense, but in the godly sense. Yes, he knew his father had domain over fear, or at least it was what his dad was best at, but Hudson didn’t really know how all of that was supposed to translate in terms of abilities. It left him feeling like a fish out of water when it came to combat. Which is why he figured some good old fashion practice was in order.

Clanking his longsword against his shield, Hudson grunted as he got into position, letting the other demigod know he was ready to start. Mara peeps through the shadows between his feet, watching the demigods with a hint of amusement.

[unchevalnoir]

“Yeah. They’re totally checking you out right now. Not surprised are you?”

[lawyerlocke]

Free time was almost a novelty to Lex. He’d always had something to do back home. Playing with Riot, working out, playing video games. The only time he’d ever really just... been was whenever he’d gone camping with his parents, or just alone with Riot. This... This was different.

Not necessarily bad, though.He’d given up on donning the armour provided for him, but instead dragged out the greatsword and shield slung over his back as he found a training dummy. He figured it was a training blade from the weight of it in his hand. Still sharp (the nick to his finger was evidence of that), but it still felt light in his hands. Not quite knowing his own strength, he hefted it in his left hand, and swung. Hard.

“What the f-”

The crack was unexpected, the dummy itself creaking under the pressure of the strike. This wasn’t a fake blade. This was...Real. Very real. And should be pretty heavy for one hand. There’s an idle moment, of recognizing what he’d done, before a grin tugged at his lips. Unexpected. Little bit proud. Completely unaware of anything but the shattered dummy in front of him, and the relative weight of the blade in one hand and shield in the other.

“That was so cool.”

[sunchild-dean]

Dean had been at camp for almost two weeks, and it had already taken a lot out of him. While he admittedly did spend a bulk of his time on his own, watching the other demigods from afar, it wasn’t from any sort of shyness. Honestly it was all so overwhelming. Studying and training his abilities took some time and effort, and while he thought he was finally starting to break some ground, even he needed some r&r. 

The red headed son of Apollo found himself lounging in the hot spring, sans clothing and a single fuck to give. His body seemed to radiate pure sunlight, which seemed to illuminate the pool as well as the night air. It was the first time in long time that he was able to find piece. His bare skin tingled and buzzed in amidst the hot water. HIs mind had finally found a satisfying state of zen, that is until he heard the rustle of leaves and the racking of fallen twigs. Someone was coming. “Yo... is someone there?” he called out, sitting up, hand instinctively moving to cover his crotch, not that anything was that visible amidst the steam. Though the glow his skin seemed to give up wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. 

[scaledmedic]

He was a little delusional.

Sanity was an easily-defined state of mind before flying off to Norway, pegasus-bound. Any mortal definition was overshadowed by greecian myths and olympian challenges consuming their new lives. In Julian’s case, after another night by the trails and staring down a patch of bluebells, he took himself away. The lake was off-limits, just as much as the forge, Magiea, and training grounds. Aspida’s steps weren’t allowed for him, neither. On the same note, nor was his own room. 

Julian was constantly waiting for a voice or two during his time at camp. Be it a smooth, controlled breath bated with a smirk or a soft, honeyed lilt romanticized in southern films, he misinformed himself that people came back from the dead. That, in fact, they returned from a world of amnesia to one of immortal memory. He didn’t think it should bother him so much, yet it still grew on him. Festered, bloomed, consumed him like hellhounds would have if it weren’t for him. Another concern for another day. Julian didn’t hear anyone as he carted belongings off to the little village and supplies to the infirmary; he did, however, see someone in the corner of his eye.

“If you’re looking for someone, I don’t think I can help you.” A first for everything, wasn’t there?

[wxldhxrt]

Grey hadn’t really thought through having an actual dinosaur. When he’d offered up all his gold, he’d honestly been expecting to be turned down, never in his dreams did the son of Pan actually think she’d agree and yet...here he was, Cera now a part of his pack. And she really was a sweet thing. “Okay I promised Kali the best steak I could get after saving my ass and I wouldn’t be a very good dino-dad if you didn’t get some too right?” He smiled, tossing steak to both his companions. When they both looked up from their meals curiously, Grey took a rather protective stance between himself an his companions. People seemed to tolerate Kali more now but Cera was new and he didn’t know how the other demis would react just yet. “Just looking or are we going to have a problem?” 

[jacksonthewise]

The hunt though the forest had been exhilarating- Artemis had clearly taken it upon herself to shine down on the lot of them considering they’d manged to catch one of her deer as a boom for the festival. Jackson hadn’t been trained as well with a bow as some of his fellow Demi’s but as luck would have it- his arrow had manged to fly straight and true, right into the dears heart. The whole hunt had been a pulse pounding affair- Jackson had run though the Forrest with a few others- the sound of leaves crunching under his foot and the sound of blood pumping in his ears, that spark of...something under his skin during the whole event.  It had been a good day and it was almost early evening by the time they arrived back. Jackson was smirking as the deer was presented onto the table for the festival, his arrow still lodged into the creature. A hand reaching up to simply strip himself out of his shirt- a mix of blood and sweat already sinking into the fabric as he heard a few of the nymphs cheer around him at the boon.  His pants hung low on his hip, and the late afternoon sun shone onto his abs  he as he scooped up a cup of nectar, easily drowning it in one go. 

[sharpestlxves]

The sun felt warm against his bare skin as he stood out in the grassy knoll. Head tilted back to the sky, he was almost as naked as the day his mother gave birth to him wearing only the ink he had required during his time on earth and a pair of tight black briefs. Green eyes were shut tight as he sent up a silent prayer to his mother and the other gods/goddesses of nature. It was perhaps the closest he had ever felt to his mother, finally feeling like he had a sense of purpose for the first time since the acolyte told him who he really was. When he opened his eyes, he found that someone had been watching - or perhaps just glanced over at the wrong time - but Ender reached out a hand before letting out a small chuckle. “Join me,” he called out, “you can keep your clothes on, I do not mind.” And it was true. Just because he was out in the sun in his underwear didn’t mean everyone else had to be as well. 

[wrxn-blxkely]

    A rumbling of hooves and feet clobber in the distance while Wren whips around the corner of a stall, blue blur of nerves, screaming “Hide me!”. Without much warning other than that, the son of Asteria run up and wiggles his way underneath your shirt, “Act normal.” he says, as if the small crowd of centaurs that gallop on ahead of him wasn’t enough of a reason. “Just let me know when they’ve passed.” still hiding, sheathed by another's clothing, the disgruntled centaurs turn down the opposite stallway and down the trail. The immediate danger, of whatever the demigod had started, seemed to have been evaded for the time being.

[cfserpents]

Somehow, somewhere, Viorel arrived at what was meant to be ‘olympus’. He didn’t understand why it was in Norway of all places, nor another spot in the woods. It already felt a little too close to home as far as its ruralness, scarcity, and simplistic architecture. What didn’t scream Bucuru or the mountains of his youth, however, were the man-horses and goat-men that all but paraded around.

Sorin stayed at his side and Viorel’s grim expression masked his true feelings. Most of the people milling about were young; was this the place the acolyte said he was meant to go to? He must be wrong, or pulling a horrible joke. Vio whistled for Sorin to follow him past the village and to the grand, four buildings. A bon fire sat in the middle and he stared at it, contemplating what life this was meant to be. All he had with him was a worn duffle over his arm and an equally doted pocket book tucked into the side: Ancient Greek: A New Approach.