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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 2:19 pm
 
۞ MOOD ▬ ❝ Calm ❞ ۞ LOCATION ▬ ❝ Camp Gemini Training Grounds ❞ ۞ COMPANY ▬ ❝ Six Faces, Six Names Soon to be Known ❞
How rude thought Laelia in her head as the male dressed like the devil at a Goodfella's party sauntered off. She would have offered up one of her smokes but clearly her company was no longer worth his time as his fascinations went upon a lavender dressed women of radiant beauty; it did not bother her that he had decided to give his attentions elsewhere, it just proved to her how shallow and how short his attention span appeared to be.
The swift Guy appeared to prove interesting to her, someone with that grace and speed would prove rather good in races... maybe… unless he lost his way or decided, like Icarus, to fly too close to the sun and allow his wings to melt. A girl seemed reluctant to choose a weapon, not that Laelia blamed her, Laelia herself did not have the foggiest on where to start, she did not have physical strength like the two she had previously spotted butting heads. She had asked questions, although it seemed none wish to answer the question, she were disappointed however no doubt would find out the info in time, no doubt there would be someone around who would claim bragging rights.
Laelia then disposed of the cigarette that was procuring a vapour, the mist around herself dissipating,
""Maybe I should have brought a vapour cigarette, would that have been better? My Name Is Laelia Tanaquil , I will humour you though I do not know whether to go with the crossbow or to go with that lance over there hmm, each one has a 50/50 of hitting something with the pointy end I suppose ""Laelia tried to joke dryly. She Was Trying her best to adapt to the reality and trying hard to make friends. As she folded her hands in front of her after placing the lighter back within her satchel, she would speak again.
" A mother? Not yet ...a maiden however most definitely... but a crone I am not, The path is not yet set in stone, peace is not guaranteed, the mother still urges her children to stand as the crone's wisdom is passed down...and you ask me what i make of this? what would you make of this? I would have to consort the cards later to find clarity. "There was a glazed look within her eyes and she shook it off, now was not the time to revel in premonitions and she had already revealed too much of herself.
"However if this is the reality that I hope it were and might well be I hope it is the one where hope is not lost"so many futures she had seen that she was not sure which of them the future or the present were.
Out Of Clocks →
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 3:16 pm
  Candour looked at Amarantha and smiled. Seeing her happy was good enough for him but there was something that he needed to make her aware of; whilst he was glad that Amarantha and he would have these conversations and that they would be closer for it and she appreciated it. She could not tell a soul. More for her sake than anything. For the same reasons that Candour tried so desperately to keep Nigel at arm's length. "I'm glad you're 'appy Ama," Candour said, blushing and nervously looking about him "Jus' dun't go tellin' everyone, a'ight?" There was a playfulness to his words, Candour even tried to veil the seriousness of his friends with a well placed chuckle but it was a thin veil... If that. "Firstly, and mainly really, no bugger would believe y' if you did tell 'em and then you'll get y'self into a fight for me honour or something and it'd be a pain in the a** for all of us and me bein' me will have to finish whatever fight y' go 'nd start." Candour rubbed the back of his head, running his fingers through his cropped brown hair. "Secondly, if you do, I'll have to kill you... Y'know 'ow it is."
The second reason was a complete joke and both of them stood there would know that. Candour could barely stand the thought of anyone else hurting Amarantha and if they ever did he would hunt them to the ends of the Earth and Tartarus and Olympus one-hundred times over; so the thought of him ever laying a finger on her was ridiculous. The sad part was though, that Candour knew that one day he would hurt Ama too. It could be physical or emotional but he would eventually. That's just what he did. He hated it. But there was no changing the truth.
Candour looked around and signalling for Ama to follow, smirked before saying: "We'd best go find Squirt. I have that feelin' again, y'know that amazingly accurate and innate sense that the little sod is about to get 'imself in bother." Moving back towards the Training Ground through the Forest, Candour cupped his hands around his mouth and let out an amazing howl towards the Camp. It carried, a call to all of 4th Cohort that any Wolf worth their salt (besides Ama, obviously) would instantly answer back to. A chorus of Howls went up one after another after another and whilst many of the other Campers were probably complaining about the noise level so early in the morning, Candour was only looking for one Howl imparticular. He hadn't quite heard it yet though and suddenly he looked back at Amarantha. Candour knew that if they did not hear his howl soon she would start panicking.
Candour made his way to the edge of the Forest, emerging just inside the training yard near the dummies where the Fauns had accosted him and let out another strong and proud howl at the sky. "AWWWWWROOOOOOO!"
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Bear Necessity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 10:18 am
  Mavis Valentine
Ares Cabin Counselor
 Sitting up slowly, Mavis rubbed her eyes, another restless night had come and gone. Nyssa still lay sleeping next to her, Mavis' niece had attached herself to the counselor since her mother had left to avenge her husband's death. Smiling the young woman slid out off bed carefully so as to not wake her niece, looking around the Cabin she sighed her brothers were such pigs sometimes. Aside from her area the cabin was once again covered in clothes and weapons. Walking over to Jack, one of the older boys and Mavis' designated middleman, she kicked him awake. Now normally an eighteen year old boy would be mad to be kicked awake, but Jack had gotten use to it over the years. "Get your a** up oaf, I need you to pick this place up. It looks like a ******** pigsty, not to mention Nyssa could get hurt on one of these discarded weapons." The only response she got was some inaudible grumbling and a thumbs up, shaking her head Mavis went to get dressed. She often found it frustrating that her brothers repeatedly destroyed the cabin, fuming over this thought she opened her drawers pulling out her jeans, a black tank top and her armor. Sitting on her bed Mavis pulled on her clothes before looking at her armor, every time she looked at it the image of Jocelyne's body being brought back wearing this armor flashed in her mind. Running her fingers over the specially designed female muscle cuirass, she felt a single tear roll down her cheek. Wiping it away the young woman pulled the armor over her head, before fastening the bracers on her arms, pulling on her boots and finally placing the greaves on to protect her legs. Even amongst the Ares Cabin, Mavis was one of the only campers to walk around in battle armor on a regular basis, she claimed it was because Groover and his forces could attack at any time.
Standing Mavis grabbed her shield, it wasn't the one James had given her but it'd due as it had a place for her second sword to be sheathed. Kissing the still sleeping Nyssa on the forehead, Mavis left the cabin heading for the training area. As she walked a sheathed makhaira sword would materialize on her right hip while a xiphos filled the empty shield sheath, some may say it's wasteful for her to using her powers in such a way. However she had let her brothers use these weapon so there was no way to know where in that mess they'd have been. Arriving she noticed the small gathered by Altan, the son of Apollo was always helpful so it was likely he was trying to teach the new campers around him; yet that was not the only familiar face within the group, one of Candour's wolves was there with his toy. "Well well well Apollo and Vulcan molding these fresh young minds?" She asked with a smirk, most of these demigods looked as if they'd barely be able to hold a sword and shield let alone fight with them for an extended period of time.
 Thoughts: "I may need to help whip these kids into shape"
Companions: Altan, Nigel, and a group of newbies
Foes: N/A
Where: Training Area
OOC sad ( ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 8:49 am
 
Today was not the best day it seemed. Gerald just wanted to get to know a fine woman, to see what nature was like and here he was, tarnished. She could've said no, she could've just walked away and he would've just kept her in mind. Was he a bad guy? He didn't think so, but it was whatever. He should've noticed from her body language how she felt, but he was him. He was doing all he could, trying to be smooth but it seemed she wasn't about smooth. She had no emotion to her eyes, while his gleamed. She was an oddity, a void he couldn't pierce. Her face hid her emotions, her face a perfect craft of nature. He could swear she that she looked like a majority of tumblr girls with the flower crown, but he let it go. It was nothing, nothing for him to worry about at this moment. He should've stopped, he should've backed away, and yet when he felt her hand in his, when he tasted her skin, he couldn't help himself. He was only as human as he could claim himself to be, no matter where he was or what he was doing. This place would try and taint his thoughts, tell him his father cared, tell him that he was more than a man. In the end, a god who wasn't fully a god was just a super powered human. A human is still a human either way. In a matter of moments, the world began to spin. "W-Wha" He muttered as he was brought to his knees. His skin felt prickly, his body numb. You b***h! He thought to himself, getting a look once more of his face...And yet he couldn't stay mad at her. That face, the way she stared at him. He couldn't tell about his own face, but the world became flipped, and he stared at her. He listened to her words, watching and waiting for something else. Maybe she's into this. Who knows? Maybe she isn't worth my time. Did I screw up? Yeah...I could burn this whole place down...Yeah... He thought to himself, yet he remained still. All this meant was he didn't have to train now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 10:49 am
Image removed due to the nature in which it causes the page to distort
Things were going great for Marisa, well if the training session was removed then it would be perfect. Alas, she rarely got what she wanted. Fortunately it appeared she was doing a good job of making some friends, like Dante. Unlike her, he wasn’t a recent member but a veteran or so it seemed with the way he and Atlan seemed to understand what was being said. The brunette simply kept to herself and prayed she wouldn’t end up with broken bones.
Of course Atlan wasn’t just involving the Greek Demigods but the Roman ones as well. Although she hadn’t been in Camp Gemini long she had learned the hard way of the difference. Marisa wasn’t perfect, however she could vaguely tell if someone was from the Roman or Greek side of the camp. Truth be told, the daughter of Poseidon paid very little attention to this and tried to avoid getting involved with Romans or else she may end up repeating a particular event. Sadly, she couldn’t hide forever. She wouldn’t be surprised if Atlan was doing the joint training on purpose just to “torture” her in some way. Some people after all believe the best way to learn is the “cold, cruel hard way”. Atlan seemed sweet and caring, yet for some reason Marisa wouldn’t be caught by surprise if he had a secret “evil” side that enjoyed pushing fresh meat like her around.
When Atlan spoke towards Nigel, Marisa was initially focused on the weapon she had chosen clearly certain she was bound to regret it. When the Roman Demigod answered she looked up a bit confused as she had heard two voices rather than one. The second a bit different from that of a regular humans. When the girl’s eyes fell on the source they widened with awe. Blinking a couple times, she slowly inched her way closer to the two of them while they discussed joining. A giant robot turtle? That was pretty epic in her book. Curiosity taking over her, Marisa hovered behind Nigel’s friend. Hand raised with her index finger extended she made every intention of poking it just to make sure it was indeed real.
An inch before she came into contact the howling rang into the air. Having had her focus solely on the metallic form before her, Marisa jumped. Her heart felt like it was going to have exploded out of her chest. Talk about good timing. The howls to her echoed like alarms after a burglary. Taking a startled step backwards, being who she was, she just couldn’t resist giving herself a good image. Her foot hit the ground in an awkward position. Stumbling she attempted to regain her balance but it was in vain. Marisa’s face came into a hard collision with the ground beneath her. By some miracle she had dropped the weapons in her hands rather than letting them fly off somewhere. She also didn’t fall of them either which was quite an improvement with her record.
Whatever Atlan had in mind miracle after miracle were going to be needed to keep Marisa still on this side of the ground.
OOC: Feel free to use and abuse of the fact Marisa is a clutz xP
Was informed by Klayko to post as Marisa, although Atlan was technically next in order. After confirmation with the Captain this is the post order:
Marisa > Atlan > Dante > Nigel > Lavandula > Laelia > Candour > Ama > Mavis > Gerald > Luke
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2016 8:17 pm
Image removed due to the nature in which it causes the page to distortEveryone seemed ready in one form or another. At least it appeared that way. Some were defiant, full of the usual groans. Everybody was never for the idea of having to learn how to fight until it actually came down to the moment when it would count. For a demigod, it always counted. Some conversations were strange to say the least, one of the demigods taking his words of jest a little too far.
"If nobody likes the smoke, keep it for yourself. Best to be true to yourself than false to everything else."
The smell of tobacco roasting often reminded him of the blazing bars back in New Orleans, but not the typical beer fest with gun toting rednecks having the casual conversation of how they battled with Alligators and had the marks to show for it on their skin. No. It was one of the Jazz scenes, music playing delicately with dim lights and the soothing sound of his mother singing through the night.
In the moment it took him to slightly daydream of memories past, more trouble just seemed to whir around him some more. Marisa was safe, surprisingly, but he hoped he did not mess with the Iron-clad tortoise too much. It could be worse than Leo Valdez trying to fix Festus for the umpteenth time. It was not her he was worried about though. It was, instead, the least popular singer among the camps. Gerald Emerson.
That was the decision given unto him, the least favored. Overlook that he was the child of Hades, one of the god of the Underworld's last known actions in claiming the boy before he vanished. When Altan, Brandon, Marisa tragically and Candour brought him back, the first thing he did was declare he was the best musician in the world. Of course, Apollo demigods did not take that well. Altan would be lying if he did not say he got offended by the matter. In the end, Gerald was shamed, but his musicianship was appreciated. Altan kept an eye on him ever since.
He could say his gaze was now astray right now though. There he was, dangling up in the air with a puffed up face, no doubt hit with something that sent his allergies flaring to the max. The dark male did not have to put two and two together. The simple goof chased after a Nymph like most of the Satyrs do. He unfortunately chased after the Nymph that had probably the least of patience to deal with demigod shenanigans.
"Oh my dear troubled boy..." Nobody else was claiming ownership enough to deal with him. May as well let Altan say it from his mouth as he rushed to Gerald's aid. He looked to Mavis, who had recently joined and then back at the fresh demigods. They would have to learn eventually. "Actually, it's more like the daughter of Ares and son of Vulcan. I've gotta go deal with someone before they get killed..."
An arrow soared through the air, emerald fires coating the tip as it softened to a golden red when making contact with the vines, his Greek Fire arrows. When Gerald dropped, Altan caught him, lowering him tot he ground as much he could. Altan rested a hand over Gerald's swollen face.
"Relax hotshot. He knew the male must get really touchy when another man touched him, so Altan kept the awkward vibes to a minimum. Soon, the warmth of the sun began to radiate down on himself and onto Gerald, slowly healing him of the harm done to him.
While Altan tended to Gerald, Marisa was not out the way. The curious female would find herself surrounded by a bunch of grinning male figures with little to no clothes on, their fabrics made from plants, twigs and vines of various assortments. They were Nymphus's, male Nymphs and the child of Poseidon had caught their interest. Note to self, when you catch the attention of a Nymph or Nymphus, it's usually because they assume you're naturally gullible. Marisa was very much gullible. Soon, they took turns, poking her with blunt but pointy twigs, giggling and skipping around all the more.
OOC: And it has begun lol. You're up next, Rebel.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 7:02 pm
Nigel Robertson Son of Vulcan, Legacy of Pluto  Companion: Franklin: Tortuga Mk1
It seems Altan was okay with Nigel joining the fray. As Nigel had thought before, he was fine with Roman and Greek Demigods fighting side by side, they would need to in the coming battles, so it was better for them to get along with each other now than fight among themselves and give Grover and his armies the oppurtunity to destroy them all. Nigel accepted the logic of this decision, because in the end, they were in the same boat.
Nigel had so many distractions around him, absorbing the different personalities of the other Demigods that he didn't register the fact that someone was about to touch Franklin until he heard Candour howl. He can recognize the howling as the 4th Cohort call, it was used as both a battle cry and to note who was part of the Cohort. Nigel didn't hesitate to answer back, even as Franklin turned around, noticing that Marisa was on the floor. He raised his head up and uttered his best attempt of the same wolf howl, which sounded loud, but more robotic and obviously not human. Why did the automaton howl? Because Franklin was a member of the 4th Cohort just as much as Nigel is, as Nigel's finest creation and a strong warrior in it's own right.
It would likely frighten Marisa, but after he howled, he walked over to the Daughter of Posiedon, his heavy pillar like legs slightly shaking the ground immediately around him, likely scaring off the Nymphus as he went to her side and helped her up, "My apologies," he began, "That was the rallying cry of the 4th Cohort of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata. Their leader is one of Mars children, Candour Meadows. There is an 85% chance that the rest of the 4th Cohort will be joining these war games."
Nigel noticed Franklin was talking to someone and he turned around to look at her and smile. He had a clue on why she was on the floor and he said to her, "Were you trying to touch Franklin here? Believe it or not this happens more often than you think. It's not like a fully functioning mechanical tortoise is a common sight after all. One who is also able to speak with such eloquence. My names Nigel Robertson, Son of Vulcan, Legionnaire of the 4th Cohort. And as Franklin mentioned, the rest of the 4th Cohort will likely be joining us. Is that okay with you Altan?"
That last part, he glanced over at Altan with a smile, just before he ran off to help another person. Which left him to look over at one of Ares' many Daughters, Mavis. Well at least she didn't look like a man with boobs, or that's what he was thinking. He didn't want to pick fights, but he kind of felt insulted by the way she said what she said, "Are you insinuating they are unworthy to teach? As much as I've read, every god is a warrior in their own right."
They just don't let themselves be consumed by it
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 3:34 pm
 It seemed things were beginning to become lively, a common aspect of demigod camps. It was as if they just couldn't help themselves. Lavandula paid little attention to it all, she had gotten used to it. Well at least somewhat. She still preferred her solitude and silence. Calm eyes watched as her victim, Gerald the Son of Hades, body deformed as a result to her toxins. These ones were quite harmless to what she was truly capable of but she doubted the flirtatious one was having a good time. Allergic reactions were no fun for anyone, except for her. She got some sort of kick out of it all despite her expression didn't show such a fact. As to be expected, her little "prank" caught the attention of Altan. Of all the demigods he was one of the ones she tolerated the most. It also wasn't the first he found a companion caught in her tricks, nor would it honestly be the last. The Nymph could have undone it all, yet, with Altan there what was the point? He was more than capable of dealing with it, after all he had done it before. She wouldn't want come off as too sympathetic, no need to give the Son of Hades "certain messages". In her usual silence she watched Altan cure Gerald from the corner of her eye as something else had caught her attention. Her male counterparts were running about. If people thought nymphs were quite the pranksters they had yet to witness what Nymphus could do. Once they picked a victim, they would hunt them for a live time. Perhaps a bit of an exaggeration but it wasn't by much. They new target was a female brunette, one of the newer members in the sense they had never been at a demigod camp before. It was quite obvious for anyone in this type of world to pick up "fresh blood" and with one as apparently clumsy as her, it was no wonder the Nymphus picked her. This was bound to become the camps local amusement... or so was her suspicion. She could sometimes be wrong. OOC: It's been a complex past few weeks to I apologize if the post isn't much. I'd rather not write unnecessary fluff at the moment. She isn't the most interactive so youll have to forgive her if she hasn't bothered giving your characters much attention xP
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Bear Necessity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 12:25 pm
breaking into a sprint and smashing his way through the brush, Candour emerged from the forest area and skidded to a halt just before the strange group that had formed. There were no Fauns in sight (thank the Gods) but there were a few faces that Candour wasn't quite up for seeing at this moment in time. He at first looked towards his "sister" Mavis, a constant rival and annoyance since he had arrived, but then it turned towards the other faces in the group too. The War God's eyes fell upon the Son of Apollo and folding his arms across his body, Candour let out a slight sneer before turning to Nigel. "Who are the new friends Nige-y?" Candour asked as he turned towards the group even making his way towards Franklin and kicking him slightly, like a man looking at a new car. "You had Amarantha worried when you didn't respond to the first set of howls. You know the rules. One Howl. One Cohort. Unless... You're going Greek on me."
Candour's eyes shot once again around the circle, they were dark and brooding but unlike most Candour had the bearings of a man who could back up their death glares. "So what are you doing anyway?"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 4:49 pm
 Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged. Amarantha heard the return howls, and felt a chill of excitement run down her spine, like it always did when she heard the 4th Cohort respond to their Alpha. She picked out Nigel's howl, seconds after Candour, and followed her brother as he went all but crashing through underbrush. They ended up back at the main portion of the training grounds and she frowned. She didn't like being near so many, but she would deal with it. She snapped to attention as Candour started stalking to Nigel though, as she usually did. At his question of whether or not Nigel had gone Greek, she wanted to reprimand Candour, since she herself could have easily been a part of either Greek or Roman, given who her mother was. But she didn't, at least not at the moment. She'd do so when it was either just her and Candour, is just them and the 4th. She would not show an outsider weakness, or make them think the 4th was weak.
Amarantha crossed her arms over her chest and settled her weight on her heels, giving the illusion of comfort and confidence. Truth was, she was ready to bolt at a moment's notice, and she was ready to draw her whip and sword in moments; should she need it. She lived by the philosophy of 'better safe than sorry, and better paranoid than dead'. ''
If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 3:47 am
Mavis Valentine
Ares Cabin Counselor
At Altan's words the daughter of Ares had to stifle a laugh, I walked right into that," she thought with a grin. As much as Mavis hated to admit it the child of Apollo was one of the few people she would almost call a friend, meaning he could get away with stuff like he just had without any resistance. "Fine Sunshine, since I set myself up for that one I'll whip these new recruits into shape." Though normally not an insult Mavis used that name for Altan only when he got her to do something she normally wouldn't, sunshine was her way of saying you got me but I'll never admit it. However as Altan moved to help the idiot hitting on a Nymph, one of the freash meat campers fell down trying to touch another mechanical monstrosity by a child of the Forge God, Hephaestus or Vulcan, whichever you affiliated him with. While a klutz was not a new sight thus it got little attention from the daughter of Ares, the nymphus poking said klutz did warrant her attention. Luckily for them Nigel's turtle scared them off before Mavis impaled them, she hated bullies which is why she's notorious for beating her brothers.
Dispersing the energy she was gathering to summon arrows around her, Mavis just barely caught Nigel's comment about all the gods being warriors. "True all the GODS are warriors in their own rights, but your not a god your a howler monkey with a wrench and a fancy toy reptile. That. is unless you'd like to prove me wrong...." The daughter of Ares was cut off as her younger roman brother decided to grace them with his presence before yelling at Nigel about that stupid howl. Rolling her eyes, Mavis decided to play with little Candour. "Oh look the king howler monkey has graced us with a visit, yet he can't help but cry that his wrench monkey for not being faster. Ever think your just to quiet little brother? Or perhaps the wrench monkey just realized Rome is a wannabe Greek knock off, and is going Greek." As she spoke Mavis crossed her arms in front of her chest as if looking down on the child of Mars. "As to what's going on Wrench Monkey and I were going to run some war games since Altan tapped out. I wonder will you let your subordinate lead or take command?" Mavis was genuinely curious to see Candour's decision; the son of Vulcan had found his way onto her list of interest, for the time being. She wanted to see what kind of warrior he was, would he rely on his toys or sword, did he have powers or just his wits? Such an interesting prospect, while she awaited an answer a devious glint shone in the daughter of Ares' eyes, Candour and Altan were likely the only ones that knew this look as she had gotten it when she first fought them as well.
Thoughts: "Your move King Lui"
Companions: Candour, Nigel, Amarantha, Marise, and other Demigods
Foes: N/A
Where: Training Area
OOC sad ( ))
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 7:09 pm
He was not the happiest now. He had many things to deal with, and he hadn't had breakfast yet. Maybe if he got some food inside him it would be better, but as for now, he tried to breathe. That was impaired by whatever that woman had done to him. While it made him mad, something about the chase made him feel more attracted to her. He always loved what he couldn't have. That's more or less why he took it...But that was not the point. It was time to get up and stop lying here. No need to feel sorry about himself, it was something he would move on from. He breathed, wincing due to how hard it was to take in air and continued doing so until breathing wasn't that hard. He wondered how the others were doing. Was Marisa training? Was Altan alright? He had so much on his plate. Gerald sighed, another wince but a weaker one as he looked to the sky. I never asked for this.. He thought to himself as he watched the sky. He could do this for hours, just watch the sky and smo---Where was his smokes? He sighed again, taking in too much air. How long would this last? He could just lay here until it was all over, maybe go back to sleep. He wondered why the Apollo kids even tried with him, but he decided it was time to stop sulking. He had a messed up face for now, he would just do what he could to either hide or make his way somewhere and do what he needed. Altan rushed over, and Gerald simply hid his face. He laughed a bit, brushing off anyone else who came at him. He didn't need the help, it would be over soon. it pissed him off, and yet he felt numb at the same time. Of course, because he was upside down, down went Gerald as Altan shot down his hold.
"Fey! Ahe! Hey!" He shouted as he landed. He didn't expect to do down like that, and now here he was, in Altan's hands. Gerald glared for a moment, pushing himself off Altan to land and roll towards the ground. He stood and dusted himself off. "I pheint fask fo no phelp" Gerald shouted, wincing again at the intake of air. His body became cold, then hot instantly. Small pools of fire began to dance atop the tips of his fingers but he closed his hands into fists. The warmth called Gerald back as he looked to Altan's hands. They would heal him, he knew it. He looked away from Altan as his face healed and shoved past him when he was done. "Thanks..." He muttered as he made his way back to the training ground. He picked up another bow set and made his way towards the mess hall. He would remain close to the food, but aim at trees as close and far away as he could. I never asked to be a demigod. ******** Hades t**t" He thought as he shot a set of arrows. Out flew six, only one hit the tree. "Couldn't make me good with a weapon. Couldn't make me good with anything. Couldn't be a good dad... His mind continued to race, and he continued to shoot.
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