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Chiron
It was a grim day for Camp Half-Blood.

Chiron looked over the mix of campers assembled in front of the armory. He had been through two Olympian wars, more quests he approved of that his students never returned from than he could count, and the near-destruction of camp. None of it hit him as hard as the loss of Camp Jupiter. It was the last thing he could've imagined, seeing the small group of battle-weary survivors that was left of the Roman camp. It was like a bad dream come to life. He only knew bits and pieces of what happened. As soon as the sun began to set, the titan Astraeus appeared. The defenses around Camp Jupiter slowed, but didn't stop the titan. It only gave them enough time to prepare for the battle. Still, the Romans weren't a match for him. If it was a god, Chiron could say with confidence that the camp would have survived. But a fully-powered titan was something else entirely. They fought a losing battle until they couldn't anymore, and then they fled.

The gods were worryingly silent. The mood at Camp Half-Blood was at an all time low. Capture the Flag was a necessary distraction. For the Romans, it would take their minds off the grief and loss they suffered, if only for an hour. For his own students, he hoped it would help them regain their fighting spirit. He thought they would need it for what was to come. A prophecy hadn't been issued yet, but it was only a matter of time.

But for now, Chiron would have them do something lighter, fun, and hopefully they would bond over it. He cleared his throat. "Everyone! Everyone should have already begun preparing for today's game of Capture the Flag, but if you haven't, now is your chance," he said, mostly for the benefit of the Romans. "The team assignments were posted in the dining pavilion. But as a reminder, blue team! Your captain is Minerva Steel, daughter of Poseidon. Red team! Your captain is Maximillian Fitzroy, son of Zeus! Remind each other of the rules, and good luck!"
Maree KingHalliwell merQUEUEtio erzulie Ch3rryBlossom28 AI10100 Peaceful-Crow Saiyan Princess Aleena copacetic ​

 

[merQUEUEtio]

MARCIN LYAL CYGNUS STEIN
Marcin stood in the back of the crowd as Chiron said his speech. He wasn't very keen on the whole Idea of playing "capture the flag". Sounded to him like a child game he might see boys and girls playing at Camp Jupiter. War Games that was where the real excitement was! despite being in the lowest ranked cohort and being on the losing team regardless of the circumstances, he still enjoyed it. Maybe it was because this whole situation was foreign to him, or maybe it was because Marcin was just his normal doom and gloom self but he just couldn't find a way to get excited about the situation. Marcin breathed in sharply and caught his breath when he thought about his home, destroyed.

He stared down at his hands which were cupped and cradling a small blue jay that he had witnessed fall out of a tree this morning and shut his eyes. He felt his body go cold as if he could feel death itself coursing through his veins. He took a deep breath in and breathed out cold air onto the bird's face and body. He opened his eyes to a gruesome picture, a little bird with a severely broken neck so that its head was almost wrapped around at a 360-degree angle. Marcin swallowed hard and stared at the little bird and seemed to be lost in thought, "I just can't get it right can I?" He patted the bird gently on the top of its head, being sure to avoid its neck and whispered instructions to the disfigured creature. "Go home." He said gently and watched as the bird ascended into the sky.​

 

[Maree]

Minerva

It was strange. To have so many unfamiliar faces walking around camp, sitting with them for breakfast. 16 hours ago the survivors of the camp Jupiter battle had stumbled through the borders of camp half-blood. And yet here they were gathering in front of the armoury preparing for a friendly game of capture the flag. Minerva had to give it to Chiron, rain or shine he sticks to his schedule. Then again, maybe some camp games were exactly what everyone needed? Something to take their mind off of what they had experienced. Nothing shocked you out of a funk like stabbing your fellow campers or almost getting killed by a giant ant. She had so many great memories attached to the camp. The mere thought of its impending destruction made her antsy. There should have been a prophecy already. How long did it take to spout some rhyme and send them on a quest?

She stood to the back of the crowd so she could observe her team members, as well as her competitors. A boy with light blonde hair stood beside her, cradling a small dead bird. Strange but not the strangest thing she had seen. What surprised her was when seemed to bring it back to life... by blowing on it? But its neck was still broken. That was certainly interesting. If she was that injured she wasn't sure she would want to be brought back. especially if the injury wouldn't be fixed. Minnie tapped the boy on the arm. "Have you tried adjusting the injuries first? Like twisting the neck back into place before bringing it back?" she suggested, looking up at the blonde who easily towered over her. She might have been scared by him if her closest friend wasn't a child of Hades. Had she screamed the first time he summoned someone back? maybe. But it didn't scare her anymore.

Minnie's attention was pulled from the boy as Chiron called her name. "I do hope I'll get your name later. Good luck blondie" she said before leaving his side. Team captain was an interesting job, especially when you had Romans. They were just so... Stubborn. They didn't really want to listen to her until she started yelling at them. Needless to say, strategizing had gone swimmingly. At least they had a solid plan that ideally would work. Hopefully. She joined Chiron's side and put on a confident smile. "You're going down, Sparky" she playfully teased Max, holding her hand out to shake his. She felt bad a little bad for him as he had a majority Roman team. They would probably shove him to the back and try to take over the plan. Which would work in her favour... "Blue team, gather over here." Everything was going to be fine. She had never had a problem with leading before. This was no different from dealing with the more unruly kids of camp. It could be worse, she could be on Max's team. She met his gaze again and gave him a wink. Taking his ego down a notch would be pretty amusing.
merQUEUEtio Arrt Saunders​

 

[S n o w]

Ebner Finley​

Ebner stood off to the side, close enough to hear Chiron, but far from the Romans. He had nothing against them, really, but they made it hard for him to stay in a good mood. He could sense echoes of souls that had recently departed, clinging to them like a bad smell. He shivered. He couldn’t seem to get away from it, no matter how much he tried to.

Ebner promptly crushed a small, cracked bone sticking out of the ground with his heel until it was dust. That too, he blamed on the Romans. He missed Chiron’s speech. Luckily, he already knew what team he was on. He ambled over to Minnie, and hoped that none of the names he’d seen in the pavilion belonged to the Romans. He would be perfectly content if Chiron had grouped them all together on the red team as a way to cope or something. At least then he would have minimal contact with them.

“Prepared to wash away the competition?” Ebner asked his old friend with a smile, hands in his pockets.

There was a reason Minnie was leading the team. Ebner’s best strategy for the game would have been to run in and try not to get knocked out before reaching the flag. What happened after reaching it and how his team got it to his side would’ve been left up to the fates.

He turned to look at the other team. Save for Max, most of the faces were unfamiliar. He grinned. “It’s too bad that there are so many Greeks on our team. I wanted to show the Romans my famous brooding face. Oh well.”​

Maree​

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[Aleena]

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Mikhail looked around at the horde of unfamiliar faces around him. Whilst events like these were normal at camp half-blood, it didn’t make it any less daunting for the boy. Especially now that there were many new faces around him. He could feel his ochlophobia kick in. There were so many people, large and crowding. It set off a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach as he felt himself walking. He looked around checking for who he could recognise. Truth be told, he mostly stuck to Hecate cabin kids when it came to socialisation – and occasionally Athena’s cabin. He tried to calm himself down – slow breathing, headspace and all that other stuff that didn’t actually help him. Maybe he’d be lucky and get a position far away from everyone. Maybe defence? If anyone tries to talk to him then he’ll just turn them into frogs. Seems a bit drastic but he didn’t really care.

He looked over when he heard a call for the blue team. Minerva Steel. He’d heard about her. She was Poseidon’s daughter. It was hard not to hear about a child of the big three. He proceeded to walk over to where the others were slowly. More than anything, he just wanted this day to be over soon. Mikhail was okay living in his own world of spells, knowledge, and books. Physically, the Romans might take this, right? They trained for this kind of stuff – a lot more than camp half-blood anyway. He quickly whispered a small incantation to himself on the way to his team to summon his spellbook to him, realising that he forgot to bring it. "advoca virgam" He stood still as the item began to materialise in his hand before walking towards the blue team once again.

He finally made it towards the circle of the group, though being a little distant to have his space. He looked over at his teammates. There were varying people, a few maybe from camp Jupiter – or maybe that was just him not recognising people from his own camp. Either way, he didn’t really care. He felt his palms, warm and getting warmer. Whether it was from heat or from anxiety he wouldn't know. He began to look forward, toward Minerva, waiting for her to talk.
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Damian Westerian
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Damian wasn't quite sure what to think of the abundance of Romans in the camp. First of all, things were a bit too noisy and sometimes people tended to bother him a bit more than he would like. While he would like to help every now and then, he was starting to lose even more sleep because of it. Second of all, their mere presence is a constant reminder of the looming doom that was going to befall their world and Damian wasn't very comfortable with that - or at least, his brain was kicking him into overdrive. Too many unknowns in his safe space meant that it wasn't safe anymore but that wasn't right because this was Camp Half-Blood so that meant-

Chiron's speech had gone over Damian's head but he knew that it was just Capture the Flag and he's been playing that for quite a while now. He wasn't the type to aim for constant victory so he let others lord over it - like his current leader Minerva Steel, daughter of Poseidon. Competitive, more than enough to cover his own lack of it. He heard the Blue Team being called over so he shoved his hands inside his jacket's pocket and walked on over.

Damian had made a point to stop quite a ways from them. He'd seen enough people who distanced themselves from him because of the chill he constantly exuded. He remembered someone even telling him that it was completely fine in short amounts of time - that's how other campers are alright with sitting beside him during campfires or eating - but any extended amount with him becomes uncomfortable unless you really love the cold.

"So, what's the-" Damian stopped, bringing a hand to his mouth as he yawned, not a surprise to anyone who has been in the camp for more than a month. He lowered his head for a moment and then finished before letting his hand drop to his side and looked back up. "How do you want this to play out?" He repeated after his recovery.

 

[merQUEUEtio]

MARCIN LYAL CYGNUS STEIN
Interactions Maree & Saiyan Princess
Marcin flinched as a girl next to him tapped his shoulder. He dawned a face of extreme worry as he was certain that she would immediately call him a freak, or be so disgusted by his resurrected creature that she would hate him. That is what everyone else did back at Camp Jupiter. To his surprise, she simply asked him a question, "Have you tried adjusting the injuries first? Like twisting the neck back into place before bringing it back?"

Marcin stared at the girl stunned but soon became frustrated. Of course, he had tried that! Marcin's face shifted into a slight glare as he turned away and began walking towards the red team. In his mind, no one understood and possibly that was because he never bothered to explain. He could only resurrect in the state that the animal had died, even if he had brought the poor thing to a healer of Apollo and commenced surgery, the bird would still have reverted to its original state. He never understood why exactly and he never truly bothered to understand why he was too temperamental and at times arrogant in that way.

Marcin looked down at the motley crew of what seemed to be his teammates and scoffed. He definitely was not going to enjoy this, that was until he saw the bodacious son of Venus clustered along with them. Marcin couldn't help but blush, Stefan was probably his first crush even for a boy of 17. He couldn't say that he had ever experienced a fluttering heartbeat or the sensation of warm blushing cheeks until he had met the son of Venus.​

 

[Ch3rryBlossom28]

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Nira and her huntresses had arrived at Camp Half-Blood the day before, just hours after the Jupiter kids had arrived. With their arrival came many whispers. Camp Jupiter had been crushed, their survivors being forced to go to Camp Half-Blood and Hunters of Artemis showed up just hours after, the situation truly was dire. So when the next day came along and Chiron had announced a game of capture the flag it surprised her. Personally she did not think it was a good time to playing such games. The Jupiter campers must still be tired from their near death experience and probably didn't want to be involved in such games. Even with that thought she understood why he was doing it. Chiron was trying to keep the moral up for Half-Blood campers and hopefully help the Jupiter campers take their mind off what just happened.

As the trio walked into the dinning pavilion they walked up to the board to see which team they were being put on. Normally when the huntresses came to visit they would be put onto their own team but since there was only three of them that wasn't possible. "You have got to be kidding me! " At Allison's comment Nira looked closely at the names. Blue: ....., Nira Glass, Becca Kane,.... Red:...., Ally Hunt,... "Why would Chiron put Ally on a different team?" Becca folded her arms. Nira wasn't too happy that they were being separated but she could understand why. They worked together day in and day out, knew everything about each other. Being on one team gave that team and major advantage. If anything he should have put Becca on the other team, not Ally. Ally was a team player when it came to working with other females, but with males.....well it could be a disaster.

"Ally, please try and get along." Allison's mouth opened to make a retort but Nira didn't give her a chance to speak. "None of us want to be separated but right now isn't the time to argue. It is just one game of capture the flag. Plus if you do well I will make sure to tell our Mistress when this whole thing is over." With that Allison muttered under her breath about how dumb it was that a male was her captain and how she would she would 'show him how it was done' before storming over to were the Red Team was waiting.

Nira watched Allison walk away to make sure she was going to meet up with the Red team. Feeling Feng rub against her leg and Nira looked down at him to see him staring up at her. "Yes, I too feel like this isn't going to end well." There was nothing she could do about it though, just the hope that a good word would keep her in line. She motioned for Becca to follow her as she walked towards where the Blue team was waiting, Feng at her heel.

 

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Alina had been looking forward to their usual game of capture the flag. Since the Roman’s had arrived the camp had taken on a somber mood. She could feel the anxiety in the air from her fellow halfblood campers, wondering if their camp would be attacked and how long before it happened. The presence of the Romans made her feel tense, they weren’t hostile but rather closed off. Given their reason for arriving Alina couldn’t hold it against them. They were certainly strong, from what she’d seen they’d been holding it together fairly well. Then again from what she’d heard and learned about the Roman were far more militant and disciplined than them, controlling their emotions was probably something that they learned early on.

As Chiron’s speech came to an end Alina headed over to her assigned team. It was nice in her opinion. Maybe some friendly competition would help everyone take their minds off of everything that happened, even if only for a little while. Alina was curious as well, she wanted to see what the romans had to offer and if they were as skilled as they were said to be. Upon reaching her team’s meeting spot she looked everyone over. Alina gave them a small smile before turning her attention to their captain. “So, let’s get to strategizing.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
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[copacetic]

Pauline Dupont

Pauline was uncomfortable at Camp Halfblood. It was unfamiliar, it was not home, and so many of her friends were gone. She will never forget the feeling of sensing all of her friend's impending deaths all in the same moment. It made her feel sick just remembering it. She has sensed someone's death many times throughout her life, but nothing was quite as overwhelming and horrifying. She felt so alone despite being around so many other demigods. Losing so many people and what has been her home for the past six years has filled her with a level of grief she couldn't describe. Sure, she's lost friends, that was the price of being a demigod. But, she's never been through something as heavily traumatic. Her once cheery disposition is now reserved and withdrawn.

When they stumbled in 16 hours before, she was exhausted and devastated. She was still devastated, but she was able to go on. It was obvious to Pauline that she was unintentionally radiating a strong aura of fear and death, causing people to avoid her. She sat by herself at breakfast and picked at her food. She had no appetite. However, it was relieving to see the people who did survive from Camp Jupiter in one place. She surveyed the Greeks she was now living with. They seemed much more relaxed than what the Camp Jupiter kids were like. It was so different than what she knew.

She stood several feet behind the crowd as Chiron spoke, so they would not be affected by her radiating aura. She was not in the mood for games or fun, but she needed something to occupy her mind and pass the time. She was on the red team, so she went to the group to begin strategizing for the game. She was glad there were other Romans on her team as she would feel uncomfortable being the only one. "I guess we should figure out positions first," she suggested from several feet away from the group.​

 

[Maree]

Desdemona

Capture the flag? Were they fucking serious? What idiot had come up with that idea. Sure, let's take a bunch of kids who just watched their friends and family die and let's toss them into a battle game. What could go wrong? PTSD who? Needless to say, Desdemona was fuming. There were so many better things she could be doing with her time. Such as maybe having a moment to mourn the death of her father? But no. They had to run around in the woods trying to get a flag. Coming to this camp had been a mistake. There were meant to be answers here. But there was nothing but a bunch of rowdy teenagers who would be dead in a month. Or however long it took the threat to get to the camp. Their useless oracle hadn't even spouted a prophecy yet. Could they do anything right?

She pinched the bridge of her nose as she blocked out the horse man's speech. This was so pointless. At least the team she was on were majority Roman. Plus if anyone could help her deal with this graecus bullshit it was what was left of her friends. As the crowd started splitting up she walked towards the red team's side. She let out a small almost unnoticed yelp as she tripped over her untied shoelaces. Strange... She could have sworn that they were tied a minute ago. One of the greek pranksters probably untied them while she wasn't looking. No matter, she wouldn't let something so silly get to her. She quickly tied her laces before joining the red team's side.

"We shouldn't discuss what we are doing so close to the other team. Especially when you have to shout Pauline" Desdemona added, folding her arms over her chest. As much as she preferred having a majority Roman team why did they need to have Pauline of all people? She was like poison. Slowly draining the life out of you every time you got close to her. Well, not literally. But standing near her still made her feel horrible. "Then again it's not like a graecus could come up with a decent strategy" she muttered under her breath. Even Stephan would be able to come up with a better plan than this Max guy could but oh well. It's not like she really cared for winning a game so unimportant. As long as she got to stab some people she wouldn't kick up too much of a fuss. Keyword being too much. Oh, she was not going to make it easy for Max to tell her what to do. She was a senator and a centurion. No one but her praetors got to boss her around. And even then if she didn't agree with them she would make it known to them.
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[Peaceful-Crow]

Hearing the call from Minerva and adjusting the sword at her side, Armina walked deftly arcross to move towards the slowly growing throng of campers. With her sword belted at her side and the comforting weight of her armor, she adjusted her stance as she stopped. She looked around at her team before raising an eyebrow at Minerva. She knew of the daughter of Poseidon, but didn't interact with her much at all. The same was meant for the others around her, as she preferred to stay close to her siblings and small group of friends. She wasn't sure what to make of the Romans despite their tenseness, but considering what she had heard about them she couldn't find it in herself to blame them.

She didn't know much about Camp Jupiter. Only having to rely on the statements and breif stories she had gained from the campers who had visited them. They sounded like an interesting bunch, with the heavier rules and expectations. Other than that, she were strangers to her, and she didn't quite feel comfortable going up to them just yet. Crossing her arms, she felt a bit impatient. Already wanting the game to start, so that she could at least get rid of the unfomfortable feeling of melancoly that no one was talking about.

Clearing her throat, she shrugged once and addressed Minerva, "I can do border patrol if you want." She volunteered. Truthfully, border patrol wasn't one of her favourite areas, but it was one of the few positions to see the most action.

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[S n o w]

Elise Wellington​

Ellie was holding onto her sanity by a thread. The destruction of her home and the death of her comrades still felt surreal. She last saw Leona the day before in the morning, when they met in the Principa to discussed ideas on expanding their food supply. Now both her fellow praetor, the Principa, and everything they were working towards were gone. Giving the order to retreat had been the hardest decision she ever made.

Conquer, or die. Ellie was willing to die with her home, but she couldn't bear to watch legionnaire after legionnaire fall under the heel of a mad titan. It wasn't a battle worthy of their deaths, so she had chosen a third option. Run. She saw Leona's lightning during the battle, but never the demigod herself. Though, when she didn't show up among the survivors after it was over, Ellie knew the daughter of Jupiter had fallen. The grief and despair had been awful, and still was, but she wouldn't fall in front of the remains of her legion.

As Chiron spoke, Ellie took a quiet, deep breath. Capture the Flag. Right. She felt an unnatural chill, coming from her left somewhere. It was one of the graecus, so Ellie didn't bother looking. She itched for something to do, for some way to move forward and burn away the ache in her heart. If Capture the Flag was a stepping stone, then so be it. She shook her head and strode over to her assigned team. A majority Roman team, run by graecus scum. It grated her pride.

Ellie eyed this 'Maximillian' fellow that Chiron pointed out. "Step down as leader," she said to him. "Romans should lead romans, not greeks."​

Maree copacetic Arrt Saunders ​

 

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It was a terrible idea honestly. Who would want to play in some mock battle after going through a real one hours before? He certainly didn’t. Javin wasn’t sure if he could handle it. Not after what he had gone through. Usually Javin would be all for something like this, some friendly competition between demigods. Before he would have been eager to see what the Greeks brought to the table, their fighting styles, and whatever other tricks that they had under their sleeves. His once mischievous and lively energy had been stripped from him or at least that what it felt like. Javin barely managed to listened to Chiron’s speech from his place in the crowd and when it was over he walked over to his team.

The sight of his fellow Romans only managed to cheer him up for a second. He was reminded that the ones he’d truly wanted to see had failed to make it to the camp. In the beginning he’d had hoped that maybe they’d been lagging behind and they’d catch up soon. Hours had passed though and Javin waited by the entrance of the camp, refusing to move until he caught sight of them or any indication that they were on their way. But sadly, no one arrived. He saw none of his brothers and sisters speeding through the entrance. Eventually he left his spot, hunger and sleep taking its toll on his body. Javin had wondered how his father would have felt, if he’d managed to survive as hell.

Javin was pulled from his thoughts by his team captain’s voice. He had no desire to follow her commands. His mind went to Leona, another who hadn’t made it. Despite not being a child of Mercury Javin would call her a sister. She was someone who he had admired, her penchant for foul language and jokes had him in stitches more than once. Despite her position she engaged him in his pranks, albeit secretly. He wouldn’t have had a problem with following her lead. Javin didn’t even want to play their game but he figured that his corporation meant that it would be over fast. Honestly he thought that they should preparing for battle at least. Who knew when they’d be attacked again. Javin didn’t want to be caught off guard again, with no time to prepare or formulate a plan.
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Pauline Dupont

None of the Romans were in a good mood, understandably. Pauline feeling irritable, bristled a bit at Desdemona's comment about her having to shout. "I could come closer if that's what you want," she snapped, taking a few steps closer to her. Normally, people didn't feel anything but the slightest uneasiness when first meeting her, but after all the grief and trauma, Pauline was miserable. She couldn't control her aura, it was just a part of her Phobikinesis. Normally, the comment wouldn't have bothered her, but she was most definitely on edge. That on top of the fact that she didn't want to take orders from a Greek.

She was going to suffer in silence, but she was glad Ellie stepped up and said something. He doesn't know them or their strengths and weaknesses. How could he lead them properly if he didn't know the majority of his team? At least if a Roman was leading them, they'd be familiar with the majority of the group. She sighed. While she did agree with Ellie, she was so tired of conflict that she decided to remain silent. She hoped nobody would ask her opinion. Since she was on the outside of the group, hopefully that would cause them to overlook her.

Maree S n o w​

 

[Arrt Saunders]

Maximilian Fitzroy
|| Son of Zeus ||

Silence - heavy and oppressive - permeated Camp Halfblood. The quietude was unbreakable. The unexpected arrival of the remnants of Camp Jupiter, wounded, broken and severely depleted, had sent a palpable ripple of trepidation through all campers. The Roman heroes were known for their aggression and their hostility, and their slaughter was a crippling blow. Very few had reason to be optimistic.

The only sound to be heard at Camp was the ringing of death knells in the air.

“This is going to be fun,” Max whispered, looking around at the worrisome group.

“Fun?” Lincoln queried with a raised eyebrow. “You have a weird definition of the word ‘fun’, Fitz.”

“Come on, man,” Max smiled, punching his friend in the arm. “When will ever get the chance to fight against some Romans again, huh? This might be the opportunity of a life-time. I kinda wish I brought my camera.”

“This isn’t a game.”

“Sure it is - it’s just capture the flag.”

“It’s not a game,” Lincoln repeated, preparedly twisting the time-crown of his watch; his celestial bow manifested in his hand, and he secured it preparedly across his shoulders. Max knew Lincoln long enough to know that his friend was unusually serious, a telltale sign of the creeping desolation taking root at Camp.

“This is Chiron’s attempt at distraction,” Lincoln continued, scoffing scornfully. “Look around you, Fitz: the Romans are broken, the Greeks are terrified, and, instead of preparing for the fight to come, we are wasting our time and our energy playing a children’s game. What happens if Astraeus strikes Camp Halfblood tonight, when we’re all too tired to resist?”

“I thought we were friends because we were both so cheery?”

“Cheery?,” Lincoln clucked, a familiar smirk of mischief forming transient on his lips. “You do know who is on your team?”

“Not really,” Max shrugged.

“You didn't check the assignments in the pavilion?”

“I skimmed them.”

“Some leader you are,” Lincoln said, raising his arm to point at three Romans in the crowd. “Well, do you see the little girl band coming towards you?

“Yeah?”

“The one in the middle, with the scary look in her eye, is a Praetor. She's not going to bow down easily. Neither are the other two, or any Roman for that matter. And you, my friend, are leading mostly Romans,” Lincoln explained, before slapping Max on the back. “Plus, if they don’t destroy you, you’ve got a huntress to deal with.”

Max’s heart skipped a beat, and for a second he was reconsidering the his eagerness. “Please tell me it’s Nira?”

“Try again, buddy.”

“That Becky one?”

“No,” Lincoln smiled, “Third time’s the charm?”

“Allison Hunt?” Max whispered, “Ally Hunt is on my team? But, she’s like a mythic bitch?”

“Good luck!” Lincoln replied, unable to hide his glee at the thought.

“Hey, at least I have you to help me, right?”

“You really didn’t check those assignments. I’m on the Blue Team, buddy.”

“You’re joking?”

“This whole game is a joke…”

“Link, listen, if we’re all going to die, we might as well have some fun in the meantime,” Max interjected, catching Minera Steel’s blithe eye next to Chiron. It would not be easy, but he was looking forward to taking her down a peg or two - provided he could get the Romans to support him.

“At least, if you were on my team, you could’ve stared at my ass as I ran into battle. You’d have loved that, man!”

Lincoln narrowed his eyes: “Screw you, Fitz! There’s an arrow with your name on it now, you hear me?”

“That’s more like it!” Max beamed brightly, punching his friend once more before running off towards the podium. “See you on the other side, man!”

Max weaved his way through the crowd, tightening the bands of his armour and checking to make sure his chain-bracelet was firmly tied around his wrist. Although he usually fought with a sword, he knew, given the strength of the opposing team, he would be cracking out his hammer if the need arose.

Jumping onto the podium, he nodded to Chiron before shaking Minerva’s hand heartily.

“May the best man win, Minnie,’ Max said, giving her a flirtatious wink. “I hope you’ll still find me as insanely attractive as you do now after I fry your brains in battle.”

He jumped from the podium and shouted at the top of his lungs, a thunderous sound echoing through the Camp: “Red Team, let’s go!”

Max was about to agree about strategising with Alina Soleil, a daughter of Apollo who shared Max’s sunny disposition, and so far was one of the only other Greeks on his side, when the leader of the girl band Lincoln had highlighted out stepped forward, right on cue.

“I don’t think so. This is Camp Halfblood - and that means there’ll be a Greek in charge. We know the lay of the land, we know the enemy, and we know how to win. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll need your help to wipe the smirk off a mostly Greek opposition, but that means we work together… miss? What’s your name?”

Maree copacetic S n o w erzulie Ch3rryBlossom28 ​

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[Ch3rryBlossom28]

Allison Hunt


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Allison was not happy with this situation. For one, she was separated from Nira and Becca. Two, the team was made up of mostly Roman campers (who she very much hated). Lastly, and probably the most important, her team captain was a male. Allison joined the Hunt during the mid 1940s and due to this long period her view point on male leadership was pretty much set in stone. Honestly, Alison didn't think this team was going to win. The tension between the Greek and Roman campers could be cut with a knife and when a female roman stepped up and demanded to be leader, Allison couldn't help but roll her eyes.

There were pros to having either as leader, Like the son of Zeus said, the greek campers knew the layout better and also had more experience with the game, the only downside was the he was male and Allison refused to be ordered around by a male. On the other hand the romans were better fighters and had more discipline, but they were also Romans. "I don't know whats worse. The son of Zeus or a Roman as leader." She couldn't help but make the remark. Either way they weren't going to win. The Romans and Greeks have been at odd for as long as she could remember, and that is a very long time. It wasn't like they were suddenly going to be able to be friends with world destruction at their door step.

Maree Arrt Saunders S n o w copacetic erzulie​

 

[Arrt Saunders]

Lincoln Rose
|| Son of Eros ||

Lincoln shook his head as he watched the son of Zeus bolt through the crowd. Despite ardently believing that the game was merely a ploy to divert attention away from the inevitable, Lincoln found himself looking forward to capturing the opposing flag from under his friend's nose. Perhaps, he thought, a distraction was what they needed - the game afforded them a chance to fine-tune their skills in combat and provided a rare opportunity for Greek and Roman heroes to fight alongside each other. A divisive history would not be cured by a single camp game, but it could give them an advantage in the war to come.

Perhaps Chiron knew what he was doing.

Or perhaps he didn't know anything, and was sticking to routine because there wasn't a prescribed protocol for titan attacks.

Turning on his heels, Lincoln made his way towards his own team. He pondered how long it would take for them to steal the red flag. Thirty minutes? Twenty? The record was sixteen. It could be easily broken by the Blue Team with the supporting might of Rome on their side. Setting a Camp record would certainly be an achievement, especially since Max's entourage left much to be desired. Lincoln could feel the discontent from where he was standing, and he had no doubt that a team comprised primarily of Romans would test Max's skills as a leader. He would have to step up to the plate, or the gloomy girl group would eat him for breakfast.

If, however, he managed to rally them together, the Red Team would a be difficult obstacle to overcome.

Around the daughter of Poseidon, Lincoln could see a small council forming. His captain's heritage was commanding authority, and there was no denying that she wore her sovereignty well. She was as tenacious and as steadfast as the tides, and Lincoln knew she wouldn't tolerate internal squabbling among her troops. The Greeks and Romans under her direction would have no choice but to work together, or face the torrential wrath of Minera Steel.

"Okay, guys," Lincoln smiled vexatiously, noting every close member of his team. "What's the plan to beat Max Fitzroy into the dust?"

Maree S n o w erzulie Aleena AI10100 Peaceful-Crow ​

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[Saiyan Princess]

STEFAN HAZELWOOD

MENTIONS: merQUEUEtio
OH! WONDERFUL! Of course, that's what Stefan thought. Another game at this strange camp that made absolutely ZERO sense. After all, it didn't quite meet Venus' son's demands.

Fiddling with his PROBATIO sign around his neck, the boy groaned softly. "I'll show them. They're just salty because I refuse to break a nail."

He reached carefully into his right back pocket and pulled out a winning modeling ribbon.

Four years he'd had that ribbon, and it was the only thing he'd grab if his house was ever on fire. That was because it was the single gift his mother had ever given him.

"Alright. Show me what ya got." He murmured, spurring the ribbon to emit a bright pink glow. A few seconds later, in its place, was the finest bow Stefan had ever seen.

"Even better than Cupid's." He told himself while joining the red team in a huddle. "Y'all don't have ANYTHING to worry about."

He stood on the outside of the circle, fixing his hair until it was brushed off to one side, scanning the area for any cute guys he could possibly rendezvous with.

That's when his eyes landed on Marcin, who was so cute with his rosey cheeks, his eyes on him.

"This might...actually be fun after all." Stefan grinned from ear to ear. "Don't worry about anything, Marcin, dear. I'll watch your back. Would you like me to demonstrate?"

With those final words, the boy reached over his shoulder and grabbed one of the arrows in the felt quiver on his back and knocked it. "Just say the word." He winked.

 

[merQUEUEtio]

Marcin Lyal Cygnus Stein​

Mood: Flustered
Interactions: Saiyan Princess

Marcin couldn't have turned redder, he covered his mouth and coughed as he forced himself to turn away from Stefan. He hadn't even come out of the closet yet and now this?! He took a deep breath and closed his eyes returning back to his original moody doom and gloom state, suddenly he wished he hadn't told his bird friend to go home. Marcin turned to Stefan and struggled for words,
"I Uh-"
He cleared his throat.
"Just don't get in my way alright?"
He wished that he could've said something smart back to him or maybe even flirted back.
Then suddenly the idea popped into his head.
"Well... If you want, we could try to sneak up to the flag together?"
He choked on the word together. What was he thinking? That would require them to be alone together! He definitely couldn't handle that.

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[Maree]

Minerva


Minerva watched the red team with increasing interest. They were falling apart before they had even started. This could definitely work to their advantage. Max didn't know what the hell he was doing. Then again it wouldn't be smart to just shrug them off. Those Romans could always tie him to a tree and do their own plan. Her attention was pulled back to her team as Ebner cracked a pun, It was a good way to lighten the mood. Hmm. Lightening the mood a little would be a good idea. "You're ridiculous. How about you show the Romans your brooding face before you kick their ass?" she laughed, punching his shoulder playfully. "Okay, before we start strategizing I just want to take a moment to say something," she said, huddling their group together a little more. What kind of a leader would she be if she didn't do a little speech? She needed to at least give an attempt at making them feel better about the game. "Look, I know that this is the last thing we want to be doing right now. There is a darkness looming over us and I'm not gonna lie it's terrifying. But this is a good chance for us to figure out how to work together. We are very different but it's up to us to get through this. With Greeks and Romans fighting as one, we will be one hell of a force to be reconded with" she finished off her speech, smiling at her teammates. They could do this. She knew they could.

"Now, let's get down to business," she said, pulling out a map and laying it between them. It wouldn't be smart to go into detail so close to the other team. So instead of speaking everything aloud, she drew it on the map. Explaining some of the details in a low voice. Taking ideas from her team and adjusting certain things to their strengths. By the end of their discussion, the map was detailed with what everyone needed to do. "We will want to try and draw them to the border. That's where I can tank more easily" she added, laying the pen on the map. If everything went to plan then ideally they had this in the bag. Oh, she would love to see the look on Max's face if they won. Deflating his ego would be oh so sweet. With his stupid ass comments about the best man winning.

"You guys keep talking. I need to do something quickly. Javin, Mikhail. Can you come with me for a second?" Minnie said, walking away from the group and beckoning them to join her. On top of their already pretty solid plan, she had an idea. Something that if they executed it right they would be able to use it as a sort of secret weapon. "I noticed that you have some smoke bombs, Javin. I was thinking that maybe if you're up to it Mikhail that you could do some magic on them?" she asked, looking between the two boys. "That's if you don't mind parting with some?" Please let him say yes. If they could magic up a couple of smoke bombs to expel more than just smoke... Then that would give them something to use to their advantage. Especially if they were in a tight spot that they needed to get out of. "This could give us the edge that we need in our plan. Mikhail, I don't want you to drain your magic, so only do two" she said, excitement bubbling in her chest.
erzulie Aleena​

 

[KingHalliwell]

[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Kaden Swift [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]Son of Apollo[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Kaden was tired, his arms were sore, his legs hurt and to round it all off he was angry. He couldn’t believe that this man thought that playing a child’s game was a good idea for people who barely a day ago, watched their entire camp get destroyed by a titan. There had been no moment for them to sit and figure out their plan, there had been no chance for them to recover. Nothing and now they were expected to fight each other for Fun. It was ridiculous, it was disgraceful. This camp should be preparing for war, their campers training, perfecting their strategy, not blowing off steam in a fucking game.

Kaden glanced around the red team, making a mental note of who was on his team and which roman campers were on the opposing team, starting to make mental notes of strength and weaknesses they need to be cautious of. He stepped up next to Desdemona, giving her a nod in greeting as he stayed a silent observer of the group and how they interact with each other. He could care less if this game actually worked out, but he sure had some frustrations that he wanted to work out and what better way then firing an arrow at a few greek campers.

Kaden wasn’t sure how to act as Ellie, his now fellow praetor, approached the Blue team leader and asked him to step down. He glanced down at his own praetor pin. A sense of dread and sadness falling over him as he remembered the daughter of Jupiter, the pole sticking through her chest. The moment he realized that she was pressing the Praetor pin and her purple cloak into his hand. He hoped he could show her that her decision while made in a moment of distress would be a good one. For her sake. He reached down and turned his bracelet three times his bow Imperial Gold bow unfolding into his hand, accompanying a quiver that seemed to be a permanent fixture on his back. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats] Anger| interaction: Maree Mentions: S n o w Arrt Saunders
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Kaden was tired, his arms were sore, his legs hurt and to round it all off he was angry. He couldn’t believe that this man thought that playing a child’s game was a good idea for people who barely a day ago, watched their entire camp get destroyed by a titan. There had been no moment for them to sit and figure out their plan, there had been no chance for them to recover. Nothing and now they were expected to fight each other for Fun. It was ridiculous, it was disgraceful. This camp should be preparing for a war, their campers training, perfecting their strategy, not blowing off steam in a fucking game.

Kaden glanced around the red team, making a mental note of who was on his team and which roman campers were on the opposing team, starting to make mental notes of strength and weaknesses they need to be cautious of. He stepped up next to Desdemona, giving her a nod in greeting as he stayed a silent observer of the group and how they interact with each other. He could care less if this game actually worked out, but he sure had some frustrations that he wanted to work out and what better way then firing an arrow at a few greek campers.

Kaden wasn’t sure how to act as Ellie, his now fellow praetor, approached the Blue team leader and asked him to step down. He glanced down at his own praetor pin. A sense of dread and sadness falling over him as he remembered the daughter of Jupiter, the pole sticking through her chest. The moment he realized that she was pressing the Praetor pin and her purple cloak into his hand.

 

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Things were already starting to fall apart before the game had even started. Alina watched Maximilian and the Roman girl warily. While she was sure that she was a great leader they were on Greek territory, like Max had said they knew the land and their opponents better. Alina turned her attention to Allison when she spoke. She considered her a friend, along with the other huntresses. Nira, her half-sister, was someone that she would spend time with when she could and by association the others. “Just imagine if our captain was a Roman male, oh the horror.” She chuckled lightly.

“Yes that’s true. We should probably get out of ear shot while figuring out our plan. That is if we can actually get to planning.” Alina agreed with Desdemona. She really hoped that they would be able to at least come together to strategize. Alina looked over to where the blue team had gathered. Minerva looked like she was in the middle of a passionate speech before she walked off with two of her teammates. Alina sighed and turned her attention back to her team. “Instead of arguing over who’s the team leader, you two can share the position?”

“Max, Alison, and I know the playing field like the back of our hands. And we know our opponents as well. This team has a Roman majority, which means you’re more aware of their strengths and weaknesses on this team as well as the blue team. Not to mention, the game will be over sooner if we come together.” Alina pushed some hair back from over her forehead, the tightly curled locs only went back to their original position though.

Alina then took note of Pauline. Due to the aura that she gave off Alina tended to avoid her like everyone else. She couldn’t help but feel bad though, she couldn’t imagine being isolated from everyone else due to something out of her control. “I think she’d be great at guarding the flag. The only thing is that we’d be affected by her aura as well…”
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[Aleena]

━━☆Mikhail Petrov
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Minerva soon finished explaining all the roles and positions she’d thought out for everyone and Mikhail was impressed. She’d clearly thought out everyone’s strengths and weaknesses and put them in their best-suited positions. Mikhail would honestly just think about himself really. He wasn’t all too concerned with the idea of winning at all. Nor was he too concerned with anyone else either.

He looked up after hearing Minerva call his name and someone named Javin? Was that even a name? Javin, Jacob, Javelin - who knew? Not him, apparently. Though - Javelin would suit a Roman, wouldn’t it? He slowly began to walk towards the area that she had called both of them to. Arms folded when he reached. Finally glad to be out of the crowd again. He felt like he could finally breathe.

Mikhail looked over at the boy with his eyebrows raised. “Smoke bombs?” he snorted, both mildly amused and impressed. He’s heard of quite a few different objects people had used to try win capture the flag but smoke bombs were definitely something new to him. He knew Camp Half-Blood kids were going to be taking it seriously. It was tradition after all. But the Camp Jupiter kids? They were all wild cards. “You Romans certainly don’t play around, do you?” he murmured, looking in Javin’s direction.

He wasn’t too sure when he first heard of Chiron’s decision to continue with capture the flag - still isn’t. But he could see the twinkle of determination in Minerva’s eyes and it was almost admirable. “You’re really out to defeat Max, aren’t you?” he said, looking ahead and watching the chaos ensue from the red team. A small smirk beginning to form on his face. “Honestly, just looking at what’s going on - that’s not going to be that hard for you”. He could almost feel the pent up tension and frustration from the red team hang in the air. “Pretty sure the blonde ticking time bomb is going to do that for you.” As to which blonde he was referring to, not even he was sure of that answer.

“If you’re looking to transform the bombs to produce another effect, I can do it now and still have the energy for when capture the flag begins” he looked at the smaller of the three pensively. “Who’re you planning on having throw them?” he asked, slowly weighing in on the possible outcomes in his head. “I’ll need to speak to whoever you’re planning on having execute this - for cautionary sake.”
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[Maree]

Desdemona

Desdemona scoffed as Pauline snapped at her. Honestly, she was just stating a fact. Why did she need to be so damn sensitive all the time? It was kind of ridiculous. Then the death girl made the mistake of stepping closer. It set her nerves on fire as her damn fear aura started to hit her. "I wouldn't want you near me even on a good day" she snapped back. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like if she could just let things go. It probably wouldn't be as fun. Ignoring her body telling her to walk away, she stepped closer to Pauline. The aura smashed into horrible icy waves trying to drown her as she got closer. Every inch of her body screamed at her to get away, yet she stood her ground. "You don't scare me corpse breath. Look, no one likes you. No one even wants you here. So how about you back the fuck up before you break a nail" she spat, glaring at her. There was no way she was going to put up with some prissy girls bullshit. Not after what happened.

Then she listened to her body and walked away from her, joining Kaden's side again. She wasn't worth her energy besides she didn't want to give her bad luck until after they won. She tugged her long sleeves down further to warm the goosebumps along her arms. That girl was not pleasant to be around. To distract herself she turned her frustration onto this 'max' guy. "So your only qualification to lead is that you know the woods?" she scoffed. They could learn the woods easily it wasn't that hard. "What's next? Are you gonna pull the 'straight white male' card?" This team was majority Roman... It wouldn't be that hard to take the leadership by force. "Elise please don't tell me you're buying this crap?" she asked, turning to her praetor. If anyone deserved to lead this game it was her. So what if they didn't know the woods? They could get a map and figure it out.

Then the sunshine girl at the back spoke up. Blah blah teamwork something something working together. Honestly, she could care less about where the conversation was heading. "Not going to try and get team captain?" she mused, looking over at Kaden. What could be going through that pretty little head? He had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders now. All powerful praetor Kaden. She was proud of him if anyone deserved the title it was him. "How are you? With the whole..." she trailed off and gestured to the badge pinned to his chest. It sure did look good on him. If only he would wear the cape, now that would be a sight to see. "I'm here for you, always. I for one think you're going to do amazing" she said, lowering her voice so no one else would hear her being mushy. That was bad for her reputation.
Arrt Saunders KingHalliwell copacetic​