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[Maree]

Minerva


Minerva hummed softly, pretending to think about his words. Even taking it as far as to stroke her nonexistent beard. Which definitely helped her come to a conclusion. "Nope. You are definitely still a boy" she said, holding her thumb and index finger a very small distance apart for emphasis. She rolled her eyes at his cheeky remarks. Always trying to turn the situation into something different. Like she would go to dinner with someone who didn't like apples. It was just weird. "Oh, you wish you could get there with me. If only I wasn't so out of your league maybe you would have had a chance." she teased, booping his nose for effect.

She started to move to get off of him when he flipped the situation around on her. She stuck her tongue out at him, her cheeks slightly pink as he pointed his camera at her. Why he felt the need to take a photo of everything she would never get. "You really like to be on top, huh? It's that fragile masculinity of yours," she laughed, resting her hands on his chest to keep the distance between them. She listened to him talk about his team with interest. In shambles didn't seem like a strong enough word to describe what was happening but hey, what did she know? She furrowed her brows as he complimented her. Wait, what? Okay, that was certainly strange but it was probably just because he was stressed out. "Well, you better get your team together. It wouldn't be any fun to destroy you if your team does it for me" she smirked.

Minnie burst into a small fit of laughter as she heard the familiar voice of Ally yelling. That could not be a good sign. In hindsight leaving her alone with a bunch of Romans wasn't the brightest idea on his part. "Zeus' beard alright. you've turned your back for a minute and they are already trying to kill each other" she said as he helped her to her feet. She couldn't keep her hands off of him? He was insufferable. She was about to yell at him but he had already taken off running. "I'm gonna take my team in now to set up. Try to get your team in there too" she yelled before he was out of earshot.

Unlike Max she took her time to fill up her canteen before walking back to her team. Boy oh boy. The red team was a disaster zone. Ally was sending a crap ton of vines towards the Roman kids. For a moment she debated going over and helping Fitz. But then she remembered his comments about her not being able to keep her hands off him and her cheeks flushed. That was not her problem. "That certainly escalated but that's not our problem. Max can figure out a way to get them into the forest" she laughed, looking over her group. "Come on guys, it's time for us to start setting up. Uhh, Lincoln you can choose if you wanna carry Damian or wake him up" she said, looking at him with an amused smile. It was kind of cute. Was Lincoln done with other peoples romance and focusing on his own? Now that would be interesting.

Minerva led her group to their side of the forest before starting to hand out the masks. Hopefully, no one would lose them. It took a hell of a lot of convincing to get that many. "If you see any green or yellow smoke put it on immediately. The smoke is enchanted and you do not want to breathe it in. So keep the masks in an easy to reach place at all times." She instructed, attaching her own mask to her trusty canteen. "Okay, so we should head towards the thickest part of the forest to set up the flag. Now. Is everyone good with the plan?" she asked, looking around at her teammates. She was proud of them, everyone was getting along so well. "Hopefully Fitz will remember to send up the signal to show when they are ready to start," she said, mostly directed towards Lincoln.

She looked over at Ford. This was strange. How was she supposed to talk to him? A stranger that she didn't know and yet he was family? She was excited and yet terrified at the same time. Her family had died, leaving her on her own. What if she got close to him only for him to leave her as well? She wasn't sure if she could handle going through that kind of pain again. "So I guess we are siblings then, huh?" she said awkwardly. Wow. Nice going, Minnie. Way to break the ice with him. "Dad sure does like hiding weapons in rings" she tried again, spinning one of her rings to reveal one of her twin daggers.
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[merQUEUEtio]

Marcin Lyal Cygnus Stein​

Location: CHB
Mood: Irritated
Interactions: Saiyan Princess Maree

Marcin wouldn't have stepped toward the group if Pauline hadn't stepped forward. Though he would never admit it Pauline's abilities were even scarier than that of Frankenstein himself.

Marcin hated the fact that Elise didn't include the greeks into the conversation. in his mind, this would cause even more tension but he obeyed his praetor nonetheless. Marcin would consider himself to be a good roman, he obeyed orders when he was supposed to even if they were ridiculous. He stood perched by the table listening intently until Stefan decided to speak up.

"I have a couple of ideas, Ellie-babe."

Marcin froze. Was he completely touched in the head?! He thought to himself angrily. maybe he was brave or maybe he was stupid but nevertheless, he said it.

"Ellie-babe."

He thought to himself as Desdemona spoke her mind... like always. Still, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy whom he had a crush on.

"Look he made a mistake, why can't you just let off him alright?"

He snapped at Desdemona though once he had he really wished he hadn't.

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[AI10100]

Damian Westerian
Interacting with: Arrt Saunders Maree
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Damian had settled on Lincoln's lap when he was adjusted and he was already in deep sleep. He buried his head into the pillow - obviously disturbed by the commotion at the Red Team but not enough for him to awaken. Perhaps it was because he knew that there were a couple of people around him that would wake him up if something wrong did happen or maybe it was because he was just that tired. Nevertheless, he was slumbering quite peacefully. His disjointed dreams had given him some peace of mind, cutting off before his mind could twist nightmares from memories.

"Come on guys-"

Damian was roused from his sleep when Minerva bounded back. He let out a small groan as he opened his eyes to see that he was looking at the world horizontally. He looked at Minerva as she went on to tell someone if he should be woken up or carried away. "I'm awake." Damian grumbled as he rose up to a sit, bringing the pillow with him. He turned to the person who he had been sleeping on and gave Lincoln a smile. "Thanks for letting me sleep. I really appreciate it." He said, a genuine tone of appreciation in it. It was rare for someone to not push him off when he's asleep on them so it painted Lincoln in a better light than before, and that's saying something.

He stood up and dusted himself off and followed Minerva as they were led away. He dropped the pillow off at the pavilion first, of course. He looked at the mask that was distributed among them and looked back up at Minerva and gave her a nod. This should be interesting. He clipped his own mask to his side. "Yep." He gave verbal confirmation to her question. He buried his hands inside his pockets as they continued on. His years at the camp had allowed him to get a general feel of the forest and he was sure it was going to help with his own defense plan. He just had to keep a lookout for anything that moved - with Allison on the other side, the entire forest was her weapon.

The Romans would be a problem too. Sure, Javin gave them a general rundown of what they were good at and their powers but there was still too many unknowns to make a proper plan to counter them. He just hoped that the vanguard would be able to get the flag before the Red Team can get their bearing. They were still arguing when they went away but it made him more wary than ever. If the Greeks went on for defense and the Romans charged forward, he wasn't sure how well they would fare. He rubbed the back of his head and let out a sigh. Might as well get this over with.

 

[Arrt Saunders]

||Maximillian Fitzroy||
|| Son of Zeus||

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As Max rushed back to his team, he took one last glance at the others. They looked to be having fun - Lincoln even had someone sleeping in his lap. And, to his displeasure, he saw a shimmering trident. Another child of the Big Three, and a child of the sea to make matters worse. He couldn't see how the Fates could make things any more complicated for him. He wondered whether they had forgotten to smile upon his life, particularly for days he was to share with Romans.

He unfortunately didn't have time to puncture Minnie's ego, or defend himself properly against her slights, but he knew he'd had the last word. Sort of. It was hard to win at the game of smack-talk when your team was crumbling in the background. He had been proud of them, even in the face of the threats and the nightmares, but he really couldn't turn his back for a second.

He'd show Minnie in the field - she'd regret teasing him and gloating about her team. He was looking forward to beating her, even if she positioned herself by the river.

The vines Allison had summoned, bursting forth from the earth like ferocious serpents and lashing out at the Roman praetor, were beginning to wilt and wither as they got closer to Pauline. She had bravely stepped in front of Elise when Allison's pissed-off plants had poked their heads out of the ground. He admired the Roman spirit - he couldn't think of many Greeks who would risk jumping in front of Allison Hunt.

Blackened and gaunt, the emancipated foliage shrivelled under Pauline's influence. Max stopped just short of his team, a big smile on his lips, and raised his camera.

It was a foolish idea. He knew that. Elise would no doubt have a snide remark; Desdemona would probably comment on how he stupidly swapped his armoury for a camera; his own campmates would probably wonder whether he'd lost his mind, although they were fairly used to his photographic tendencies. The composition was just too good to let slip.

Besides, the sound of the camera and the brightness of the flash would get everyone's attention.

"Great to see you're keeping up the act," Max smiled, stepping into the middle of the group. "But, it's time to start the game. Minnie is already taking her team into the forest. Now is the time to unite together - we must stand shoulder-to-shoulder, or we will fall. After we have won this fight, as partners, we can settle our differences. If things go south in the coming days, there will be no time to prepare as a single force. We must stand, all of us, now. Is everyone ready? Because time is up."

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[Arrt Saunders]

||Lincoln Rose||
|| Son of Eros||​

Surprisingly, Damian was relatively peaceful in Lincoln's lap. Unlike his usual tensile state, his breathing slowed and his chest rose and fell rhythmically, his face buried into the makeshift pillow. The air temperature seemed to normalise for the first time, and Lincoln began to warm in the midday sunshine. He smiled a little. The poor guy clearly needed a good night's rest, and a break from the incarceration of his own mind. Lincoln wondered whether someone from the Hypnos cabin could help him, or whether just having someone nearby made all the difference. He felt a little bad for leaving Damian on his own in the past because of a little chilliness - all Lincoln needed was a warm jacket.

He playfully sneered at Minnie as she returned from her 'canteen-filling' adventure. Her cheeks were flushed from something other than laughter, and Lincoln couldn't stop himself from messing with her.

"Oh, ha-di-ha-ha," he said quietly, not wanting to wake Damian with his voice, "Maybe you should empty that canteen of yours again to cool yourself down - you're looking a little shocked. I'd even say fritzed. Everything okay between you and Max?"

He knew Minnie probably wouldn't give him a straight answer. He would not have been surprised had she avoided the topic. But, before he could get any response from her, the freezer began to whir into action once more. He appreciative tone hammered home the notion that he was left alone more often than not, which for someone with bouts of paranoia was probably a bad thing.

"Don't sweat it," Lincoln shrugged, "You've got nothing to thank me for. Fighting fit to kick some ass after that little power-nap?"

Adjusting the quivers and his bow, Lincoln, alongside his team, followed Minnie into the forest. They left the Red Team behind, to quarrel and argue as they saw fit. Lincoln had told Ford of his luck, but looking at the damage that had been caused by Allison Hunt and one of the Roman girls, he was beginning to think that he'd gotten equally lucky.

"Fitz will remember, don't you worry," Lincoln called out in response to Minnie's question. "He never misses an excuse for theatricality! My money is on lightning this time."

Lincoln moved through the team of heroes towards Javin. The mercurial Roman was his partner in crime for the game. Lincoln needed to spend a little time with him before the hecticity began in earnest. Although, compared to some of the other Roman kids, Javin seemed like an ideal companion - primarily because he hadn't threatened or attacked any one.

"Ready to rock?" Lincoln asked as he fell in line beside the smaller hero, offering him a charming smile.

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[S n o w]

Elise Wellington​

Gods, graecus were dense. Ellie closed her eyes when the two behind her took her words at face-value. She should have known better than to think that the Greeks were capable of any form of subtlety. And yet again Kaden chose to side against her. Yet again he undermined her, directly went against what she said, and forced her legion to choose between their Praetors. He didn't trust her judgement, didn't back her up instead of tearing her down. He... was not Leona.

Leona would've understood her intention. She would've lightened the mood, twisted this whole thing around so the Greeks saw it her way. But no. Leona had to go and die and leave her with Kaden. If Des hadn't witnessed his ascension to praetorship, Ellie would've rejected him in an instant. Why him, Leo? All Kaden seemed to be good for was making her angry. What did she see in this half-baked Praetor that was worth giving up her title for? Ellie would never know. She refused to look at him, and didn't bother responding. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Des' unease, and it made her even angrier.

This wasn't how this was supposed to be. Ellie didn't realize she was being attacked until Pauline stepped in front of it for her. "I'm going soft," she muttered to herself. She let her thoughts distract her. Artemis' adopted misfits, it seemed, had no problem at all with attacking allies. Ellie didn't have the patience to deal with her on top of Kaden and the chasm she'd inadvertently created between herself and the Greeks.

"You're not allowed to fight allies," Ellie said to Des, stressing the word 'allies'. Allison was no ally of hers. Not after that.

And even then, as soon as she had a second to consider her next move, there was Stefan. Des handled most of it, but Ellie still felt the need to remind him of something. "We're not Greeks. We don't cheat. That might be who they are, but its not who we are. A hollow victory is not a victory. Know your place." The flash of a camera immediately after that was the icing on the cake for Ellie's spiraling mood.

Maximillian, who left his team at the height of discontent, was spouting about uniting together. Ellie scoffed. "Some differences are too big to settle. Just as some choices are too damaging to take back." He words were meant for the hunter and Kaden, but if anyone else wanted to twist her words to fit themselves, let them. She was out of patience. "Let's go," she told her group, brushing past Maximilian.​

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[/div][div class=name]Alina Soleil[/div][div class=info style=display:none][div class=scroll2]location: Armory
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“Ah I’m glad to know that not all of you are so hostile.” Alina took Kaden’s hand and gave him a firm shake. She turned to the others, feeling at ease now. Before Alina could utter a word Allison’s vines shot up and headed straight for Elise. “Allison!” She couldn’t say that she was surprised. Out of all the huntresses Allison was the most fiery, at least in her opinion. Thankfully Pauline was able to step in and stop them before they did any harm but Alina took a step back. Now that she was closer her aura a cold chill went down her spine. For a moment she saw nothing but darkness, prompting her to take a few more steps back. Alina managed to hold herself together until her vision cleared. The young Greek shivered and ran a hand over her face.

Alina looked up to see Maxilliam and...his camera. She slowly rejoined the group but at a safe and comforting distance away. She could only imagine what Maxilliam and Desdemona has felt compared to her. Alina pressed her lips together. “I’m sorry to say that this wasn’t really an act…” Her tone was soft. “It’s obvious that some can’t get over their hatred and dislike for each other. I won’t be treated as lesser on my team and especially not in my home.” She huffed as she shook back.

Alina watched heard Elise call for her group and felt a mix of disappointment and anger. She didn’t understand what they’d done to warrant such feelings, they’d let them into their camp. Wasn’t that enough to gain their trust? It’s not like they suddenly decide to attack the Romans out of nowhere. “I really don’t understand this hatred that you hold for us. Have we not let you into our camp and healed your injured? Do you think if we wanted to do harm, we’d have done it already?” She shook her head.
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[S n o w]

Ebner Finley​

Oh, Ebner was hearing the rest of Lincoln's idea.

He disagreed about Fitz--Zeus' spawn might've enhanced the prank, but wasn't needed for it to work--but Lincoln's prank had him half-convinced that he should've went with a minor god instead. Just as it was getting good, he was left on a cliffhanger. Then what? He'd been reeled in, only to find out there was nothing at the end of the line. Ebner would've paid to see the son of Neptune shit his pants. Less because of Ford, and more Minnie's reaction to the whole thing.

Before Ebner could attempt to charm Lincoln into telling him the rest, Minnie called for them to head out. "Aw, but sitting is my favorite part of the game," he joked, hopping up. His favorite spear was strapped to his back. Unlike Minnie's rings, Bonecutter wasn't a gift from Hades. It was a regular old spear he found in the armory that he fell in love with. It was worth more to him than however much he could sell his firstborn for. He clipped the mask Minnie handed him to his belt. Smoke bad. Mask good. He got it. He headed over to Damian and slung an arm around his shoulder.

"Leaving me behind, eh? That's cold. Was it something I said? My frosty attitude? My icy demeanor?" Gods, Damian was freezing. Ebner removed his arm, if only to prevent hypothermia. "Here I thought we were becoming friends. Now I'm Bore-sad." He pulled his lips down into an exaggerated frown. "Oh, and before I forget. I brought you a gift." Ebner stopped Damian with a hand on his arm and took a step back. An instant later, the ground broke apart between them. A skeleton crawled out, clad in celestial bronze armor and wielding a sword.

Ebner patted it on the shoulder. "This is Bob. He likes long walks on the beach, head pats, and compliments." Even without a face 'Bob' looked offended. "I noticed you have a hard time staying awake. Bob here will help with that. If we lose because you fell asleep on the job, I'll never hear the end of it, so take good care of him."​

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[/div][div class=name]Javin Daniels[/div][div class=info style=display:none][div class=scroll2]location: Armory
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Javin listened to Nira while she went over one of the other huntress. Unfortunately for him he failed to noticed the water heading for him. By the time Javin turned he was already drenched, the Roman stood in shock for a moment before looking to Minerva. Oh she’d just declared war now. After the game it would be on. Javin shook his head as he took off his shirt and chucked it. Honestly he would have thrown it at her but she’d left when he was recovering from his surprise. He was just looking to have a good time, he felt so attacked right now.


When she returned Javin narrowed his eyes. “You’ll pay for that.” He promised while following her into the forest. Already he was beginning to formulate a revenge plan. Javin shoved his hands into his pockets while he walked. Things were going smoothly for their team. He knew that if things were reversed and he had ended up on the red team he’d either be kicked off or he’d just up and try to switch places with someone, hell he’d most likely leave.

Javin snapped from his thoughts when he noticed someone moving closer to him from the side of his eyes. It seemed like the senses he’d trained during his time at Camp Jupiter hadn’t failed him. Javin eyed his teammate curiously, wondering why’d he moved closer. It was then he remembered that they were partnered together. Javin would have to remember to keep his speed at a pace he could keep up with. “Yeah. But are you? I don’t wanna end up leaving you in the dust.” He raised a brow.
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Damian Westerian
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"Feeling better than before at least." He responded to Lincoln with a small shrug, but that was often a sign that he was up for any challenge already. Short power naps were what powered Damian after all, it would take a while for his body to collapse beneath him. Those few minutes were precious enough that he wouldn't have to worry about falling into deep sleep during the Capture the Flag game. He rolled his shoulders as they walked, letting out a breath of relief when he heard the familiar 'pop'. Getting his body hyped and ready to go was one way to fight off some grogginess retained from his awakening.

It was then that Ebner had slung his arm around him - letting out a series of puns before dislodging himself. "You didn't seem too keen on joining us." He gave Ebner a shrug but started to walk in pace with the male. There was no reason for him to leave Ebner - his puns may be bad but he wasn't bad company. Bit of a jokester but that was appreciated every now and then. "Could have worked on that last pun better." He commented but had a smile on his face as he did so. Friends huh? He might be joking but it was a good thought to mull over here and there. When he mentioned a gift and held out a hand to stop him, Damian did and tilted his head curiously as to what Ebner was going to present.

Last thing he expected was a skeleton warrior but lo and behold, one was standing before him right now. He looked at the skeleton with a stunned expression. Ebner introduced him as Bob and apparently was there to keep an eye on him and his sleeping habits for the game. Again, a good thought. Probably wouldn't be too bad.

"Fair enough... I guess?" Damian replied unsurely. He then shook his head. "Weirdness aside, good to meet you... er... Bob?" He was pretty sure that Bob wasn't the name of this Greek warrior who had fallen in battle who knows how long ago. "We have defense duty but I don't think you count as part of the team so I guess you won't be fighting?" He turned to Ebner with a questioning gaze. Technically, the skeleton was made from his power so Bob could still be part of the battle but he wasn't sure if that would be fair to any of them.

 

[Saiyan Princess]

Stefan Hazelwood
Probatio
Mood: Amused yet annoyed and ticked off.
With: Elise, Marcin, Desdemona and the rest of his "friends"
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"You're an absolute Godsend, Marcin." Stefan whispered to his favorite person and only friend on the red team before leaning onto him for both mental and physical as well as emotional support. "Thank you so much. I owe you big time, buddy." He stood up straight and ruffled Marcin's hair up a bit. "Thank you."

"It is Elise or Praetor." Stefan mocked that pathetic Desdemona. Who the fuck was she to tell him how to act? "Shut up, Princess Mona. No one wants to hear you run your mouth and you're neither a praetor or my mother, so why should I listen to some pampered bitch who's just trying to take charge to compensate for the fact that she has zero self - confidence?"

"Besides, we all know you're picking on people because you're scared of being on the receiving end of their insults, yet you pick on me, who with just a flick of my tongue, I can cause your worst suffering."

Stefan stepped up to her, one arrow loose now. He stuck it under her chin. "Don't fucking mess with me. I've eaten bigger opponents, more dangerous and irritating opponents than you for fucking breakfast." He brought the arrow up and gently tapped her cheek with it. "This is your last warning. And as for stretching, if you want to pull something, good for you, but I don't." He bowed to her. "All hail the Princess."

That was it. Stefan was done with this girl. If she wanted to act like that, she could, but he would never be her welcome mat.

When Elise addressed him, the boy couldn't help but utter a soft chuckle. "Yes, Praetor. I do humbly apologize." He bowed to her as well, his demeanor having changed from angry to apologetic toward his leader. "However, ma'am, it seems some of our comrades do not care if I sustain an injury while protecting my dear Marcin and retrieve the flag. I thought the point was to get out of this with the flag and all of our brothers safe. Wouldn't you agree, ma'am?"

 

[Ch3rryBlossom28]

Allison Hunt


Allison was a bit surprised that the death girl, Pauline was it?, jumped in front of her twisting vines. No one had ever been stupid enough to do that before. What surprised her even more was the fact the once the vines reached her aura they immediately wilted and then turned brown before falling to the ground. Allison didn't know why that surprised her so much. She saw the dead plants that trailed behind her and, she would never admit this aloud, the fear that it instilled in Allison herself whenever Pauline was near. The other blonde piped up about fighting and another vine sprouting out of the ground, but this time, instead of attacking, it grew to warp around her protectively (not touching her for the thorns would hurt her) .

Allison's right hand then went down to her thigh, like it was reaching for something. Those who were close enough would be able to see a silver shimmer where her hand was but it vanished when there was a bright flash. Allison was so focused on what was going on in front of her that she neglected her surroundings. Looking over she saw max with a camera and the next thing she knew max was trying to make everything better and then the roman getting yelled at snapped. Allison was done with this. She would play the game but she wasn't going to help the ungrateful Romans.

With that thought, the vines around her slowly disappeared back into the ground and she stormed off towards the forest, which she was then met with Feng, Nira's fox. She knew this was meant as some kind of a warning. The fox was staring up at her, like he was staring into her soul, and honestly it bothered her, both in an uncomfortable and fearful way. She knew she was going to get chewed out about this when this was all over and it was seriously going to suck but she wasn't about to walk back and look like a fool. No, should would just head to her position on the river bank like they planned.



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[Maree]

Desdemona


Desdemona looked over at Marcin as he dared speak to something that didn't involve him. "Oh, he made a mistake, did he? Yeah sure. It wouldn't be that big of a deal if it was just one mistake. But obviously, your dick has blinded you because he constantly pulls stunts like this" she said, scoffing slightly. How the lowest of the legion survived when lots of good people didn't. It just wasn't fair. These idiots didn't hold a candle to someone like Leona or her father. They just grind her gears. The camp may be gone but that didn't mean that she wasn't still their superior. "Oh, but what stunts could be so bad? Oh, how about using his powers on his superiors to manipulate them. When he damn near well knows that there is a possibility that his powers could backfire and he could fucking kill someone? So how about you separate your head from your dick before you defend someone" she spat, glaring harshly at both of them. They were pushing her to her limit and there was only so far she would go before she snapped.

Then Stefan had the nerve to mock her, then insult her, then threaten her life. She kept a stony expression on her face until he placed the arrow under her chin. She stayed silent through his little speech, waiting till he turned around. While he was talking to Elise she turned to Marcin. "Was holding an arrow to my neck just a mistake too?" she asked, raising her brow at him. Not waiting for his response she turned her attention back to Stefan. "Who said you could walk away from me" she hissed, grabbing a chunk of his hair and pulling him back roughly. He had made a grave mistake and was going to pay. Her eyes flared with anger as she stepped in front of him. Consequences be dammed she was putting this brat in its place. "Let me make a few things very clear. I am your superior so yeah, I am the boss of you. I am not afraid of you and you cannot do anything that would scare me. What are you gonna do? Ruin my chances at finding love? I don't care about that" she laughed in his face, stepping closer again so he had to step back. "As for warnings. Oh, you've already had plenty. It's time for consequences" she smirked, her pupils starting to dilate.

Desdemona stared straight into his eyes while the blackness started spilling from her pupils and into the rest of her eyes. Not many had actually seen her use her powers. Elise and Kaden being one of the few still alive who had witnessed it before. It wasn't something she enjoyed doing because it usually meant horrible things for the other person. Having all the luck ripped from you? It wasn't a pleasant thing. But she had been pushed past her limits and she wasn't going to take any more bullshit. Definitely not from a probaitio who thought he was better than her. Within a few seconds, both her eyes were completely black and devoid of any emotion. With almost inhuman speed, her hand shot out and tapped the middle of Stefan's forehead before anyone could stop her. The blackness in her eyes flickered a few times before they returned to normal appearance. "I will consider reversing it when you learn some respect. Or maybe I won't" she said with a small shrug. It would start out small. Maybe he'll trip over his laces or a bird might poop on him. But it won't stay small forever. With her message clearly delivered she spun around and followed after Elise. She was bound to get an earful from her praetor for her actions but it was worth it. Gods, her head hurt from doing that.
merQUEUEtio Saiyan Princess​

 

[merQUEUEtio]

Marcin Lyal Cygnus Stein​

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Marcin smiled to himself as Stefan complemented him. He even liked the fact that he ruffled his hair up a bit. that was until Desdemona began acting up again but this time her anger was directed at him.

"Oh, he made a mistake, did he? Yeah sure. It wouldn't be that big of a deal if it was just one mistake. But obviously, your dick has blinded you because he constantly pulls stunts like this"

WHAT?!
He screamed inside his head.

There were very few at camp who new of Marcin's sexuality let alone the fact that he was head over heels for Stefan. Marcin could feel his anger begin to boil.

"Listen up short stack," He said glaring at Desdemona. "You may be of higher rank but that doesn't mean that you get to be a bully. Look around! Do you think anyone here would miss a wink of sleep if you'd gone missing at camp?"

Once he said it he wished he hadn't that was a harsh thing to say especially after what they had all gone through. That was when he noticed her eyes, all black like the depths of Tartarus. Marcin took a step back and waited until she had returned back to her normal state before speaking again.

"I'm going to the forest as I cannot deal with the likes of you any longer." He spoke with such hate and disgust before spinning around in the dirt and walking away towards the woods.

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[S n o w]

Ebner Finley​

Ebner shook his head in mock disappointment. "It's like you don't know me at all," he lamented, leaning against Bob. "If the pun is better, what's the point in saying it? I don't know if our relationship can recover from this." He sniffed. "Oh well."

At Damian's next words, Ebner slapped his hands over the holes where Bob's ears were supposed to be. "Poor, poor Bob. First, he's brought back from the dead. Then, he's called weird by the local walk-in freezer. What a sad life Bob lives. Do you insult everyone you meet?" he asked. Ebner kept his hands there, even when Bob turned to look at him. Though, he kept his eyes on Damian. Unfortunately for Bob, he was born Greek, which meant that he couldn't resist Ebner's whims, no matter how much he wanted to.

"Fighting?" Ebner repeated, mock appalled. "Bob is a pacifist." Bob, forever ruining his humor, looked down at the sword in his hands. Ebner plucked it out of his grip and threw it away. "He died defending his beliefs." That part was true. Probably. Bob stared at the sword, then his empty hands. "Make sure he stays well-fed and hydrated."​

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[Arrt Saunders]

|| Lincoln Rose ||
|| Son of Eros ||

Javin was still drenched, his shirt abandoned at the dinning pavilion after Minnie’s response to his short comments. The Roman did not seem to care that he was striding towards battle without any upper-clothing. He appeared rather blasé about the whole thing. Although, it wasn’t hard to see why. Lincoln assumed the mercurial son of Hermes was plotting his revenge on Minnie, and she had best watch her back, because her new-found friend inevitably had a penchant for pranks.

“Here’s the deal, Javin,” Lincoln smiled, extending his hand outwards. He would not be able to keep up with Javin’s swiftness if the boy took off like an arrow from his bow, not in his wildest dreams. But, Lincoln knew there was more to capturing the opposing flag than mere speed - otherwise every team would be fighting for the fastest Hermes kid.

“You don’t run like the wind until you see the flag, and I’ll make sure you’re still alive for when you need to leave me in your dust?”

He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of cracking earth. A grisly solider - dressed in bronze armour but devoid of flesh - stood beside Ebner and Damian. Lincoln wondered what need Damian had for a skeletal bodyguard, but clearly Ebner had his reasons. The son of Hades would not offer an undead entourage to anyone without a good cause.

“And we need to find you some clothes too,” Lincoln smirked, “This wet chest look might get all the ladies’ attention, and a lot of guys’ too, but without some armour, if you get hit, you’re going to be in a world of pain. And, I need you to get that flag, speedy.”

 

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Pauline Dupont

Pauline was growing tired and frustrated with the conflict and the fighting. She had enough of it from what went down at Camp Jupiter and this was the last straw. “Enough!” she yelled. She turned towards the Romans. “Romans do not quit. We work together and win. Get over yourselves and focus on that. We are going to have to work with them sometime,” she shouted.

She faced the Greeks. “Yes we were rude and left you out. It was shitty. Get over it. If we want to win this, we have to cooperate with each other,” she continued. This could get her in trouble, but she didn’t care at this point. She was done with it, so she’d take the punishment if she had to.​

 

[Ch3rryBlossom28]

Nira Glass



Nira wasn't really too interested in what the others in her group were doing since they weren't really talking much strategy anymore. It had been a wile since she was last at camp so she really didn't know anyone in her group. It was kind of sad really. Most of the people she was close with had moved on with their lives, away from camp. Sure she had Chiron and some of the oldest kids knew her but whenever the huntresses visit they tended to keep to themselves. She was a bit envious of how close some of them seemed. Lucky for her the Romans that joined the blue team were willing to work with them, unlike the red team. At the thought of the red team worry crept into Nira's mind. Ally was already falling apart at the seams. Her hatred for the Romans didn't exactly make her a great candidate for the trio. It was then that she could hear Ally yelling. Nira didn't think anything of it at fist because she had been yelling at the Romans since they got separated into groups. It wasn't till Becca pulled on her arm in a distressed manner that she bothered to look at the blonde huntress.

Nira couldn't believe what she was seeing! Dead vines were on the ground by one of the Romans and Ally had her plant defenses up. Narrowing her eyes, Nira had had enough of this. Even though she didn't have a bow on her back, her hand reached like she was grabbing for on. A silver shimmer appeared that took the shape of a bow and when her hand 'grabbed' the shimmer a solid bow formed. She was planning on shooting a warning shot for Ally to calm her shit but it turned out she didn't have too. Shortly after Max came back Ally stormed off. Her bow shimmered again before disappearing. "Feng." The fox looked up at her. "You know what to do." The fox then ran off towards Ally.

It was then the Minerva had returned. Her face was red but not the kind of red you get from running. Nira raised her eyebrow at this but chose to ignore it. When Minerva decided it was time to get ready and head out Nira pulled Becca to her. "You'll will help guard the boundary line with the roman son of Poseidon. Please don't cause a fuss like Ally. She is making us Huntresses look bad and I wan't to show the Romans that we are willing to work with them." Becca nodded nervously. The young huntresses was one of the newer recruits. She was good with a bow but not like Nira or Ally and this was her first mission away from the whole squad. Nira ruffled the girl's hair fondly. "You will be great." She said smiling at her.

With that the two huntresses followed after the daughter of Poseidon. Once they reached the forest, Minerva handed them gas masks in case they were to get caught up in the smoke bombs. They both attached them to their pouches around their waist. By this time Feng had returned to Nira and was sitting at her feet.
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Ford watched the conversation unfold between Lincoln and Ebner, unsure of how to react. It seemed like these greek campers thought that he would be some gullible fool that wouldn’t be able to determine when someone was telling a joke or telling the truth. He turned away from them and watched Minnie’s back retreat in the direction of the cabins. He took this as a sign that he could sit for a moment.

He twirled his trident in his hand jamming it into the ground and sat next to it, taking a moment to close his eyes and push the last day out of his mind trying to think about happier times. He let out a deep breath. His mind fluttering to his family in Italy. A smile pulling at his lips. After all of this settles, he’s taking a trip to see them.

He sat up as he heard Minnie return. Standing and pulling his trident from the ground. Following her to the forest listening to her order the team to enter the forest. Before turning and pulling him into a conversation. Ford was unsure of what t think. He had spent most of his life an only child. After leaving Italy, it was just him and his mom, then life at Camp Jupiter it was just him, didn’t have a lot of friends there. “Uh yeah, siblings. It’s strange, I’ve always been an only child.” Ford spoke, giving her a soft smile, watching the remaining red fade from her face. “Oh yeah, I got it after I became a legionnaire, it was sitting on the pillow in my bunk.” Ford answered, as the trident shifted back into a ring on his finger, turning his palm over to show the name Neptune scrawled into the imperial gold ring. “Didn’t know where it came from at first, but after the first time it transformed, dads name was scrawled into the ring.”[/comment]credits @RI.a[/div][div class=overlay]Ford Moretti[/div][div class=tags]Location: Armory
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[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 knee that he had caused his fair share of chaos, attempting to work with the Greek, standing in almost direct opposition of Elise. But the chaos that was unfolding was more then he could have ever created. And it all start with high tensions and a few camper who did not think before they spoke, the main problem being the Pacifist son of Venus attempting to start a battle he could not finish.

He stepped forward, placing himself directly between Des and Stefan. “Enough.” He boomed. He turned to Stefan stepping close to him, grabbing him by the chin. “I’m going to say this once. You need to cool it. You are a probatio, you have not proved yourself. You don’t fight, you can barely defend yourself. But let me say it very carefully. You. Do. Not. Threaten. Any. Roman. Ever.” Kaden spoke, his voice even and calm, “You are going to play your part and that it is.”

Kaden turned to Des. “Lock it down. Please.” He said, staring at her in the eyes. Kaden found it fascinating but terrifying knowing what she could do with it. He placed his hands on either side of her face. “Please.” [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats] hopeful? | interaction: Maree S n o w Saiyan Princess
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[Arrt Saunders]

|| Maximilian Fitzroy ||
|| Son of Zeus ||

“This isn’t an act?” Max asked, looking at Alina as Elise brushed past him. The daughter of Apollo’s face revealed everything. Max sighed and shrugged his shoulders, raising his camera once more.

He had planned fake arguments, and real debacles were delivered. Allison Hunt had attacked her partner, Stefan and Marcin had ostracised themselves from the remaining Romans, and Desdemona had shown a terrifying power. Her eyes, blacker than the veil of Nyx, were a startling reminder that her powers, although possibly unstable, were not trifling abilities.

Max, a meddling Greek, had only been threatened, and then offered an unusual nicety for interacting with Desdemona; Stefan, a comrade of the Legion, had been cursed.

His camera quietly snapped each moment, the ferocity of image preserved in film for eternity. If there was an eternity - Max understood that if they couldn’t work together to beat Astraeus, there would be no future.

Capture the flag was meant to be a springboard for their fellowship. Chiron clearly didn’t think the logistics through. He hadn’t split the Romans appropriately, divided them among enough Greeks to temper their emotions.

Max didn’t know how well everyone would play the game, especially with the Red Team so fragmented, but at least everyone was moving in the right direction.

Sort of.

“Pauline is right,” Max called out, shrinking his camera and walking towards the forest. “The game is starting. Everyone knows their position. Get to them. Pauline. Alina. Make sure the Blue team thinks the flag is anywhere other than Zeus’ Fist. Kaden? Would you join me on the front line? I’ll need the support? And, I would prefer if Elise could join us too - the forefront will need all the firepower we can muster.”

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[AI10100]

Damian Westerian
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Isn't it accurate that I don't know you well... at all?

Damian kept that little comment to himself and simply gave Ebner a shrug. He was slowly learning to simply ride with whatever the son of Hades was saying if he wanted the interaction to roll over smoothly. He wasn't exactly equipped to deal with someone like this but he didn't mind. It was quite amusing really and he let out a hum when Ebner had sniffed - thoroughly amused and seemingly unapologetic. He wasn't going to lie, this was actually keeping him rather awake and keeping his mind away from worries that would surely plague him once the match had started and only Bob - who did not talk - to keep him company.

A smirk pulled up to his lips. "Who said it was Bob I was calling weird?" It was like a throwaway comment as he turned his attention more to the skeleton. He was just standing there, motionless and seemingly confused. One could tell from the body language the skeleton was not very fond of the current situation but Damian thought that was just because he was just risen from wherever he lay and given a guarding duty. Honestly, he would be as distraught as Bob if that happened to him.

At the pacifist remark, Damian had the same instinct as Bob as they both looked at the Celestial Bronze sword the skeleton was holding making it glaringly obvious that Bob had died fighting. But Ebner simply took it and threw it away. Well, that was a shame. "Uh, sure." He gave Ebner a nod. What exactly do skeletons eat anyway? Without the whole digestive system, he doubted Bob could actually consume anything but let's assume for now that he could. "Anyway, Ebner, you're on vanguard right? Good luck."

 

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“Sounds like a plan.” Javin knew that he’d have to keep his speed slow enough for Lincoln, at least in the beginning he’d have to. He didn’t want to stop running only to see dust and no Lincoln behind him when he stopped running. Javin looked behind them to see a skeleton erupting from the ground. He blinked a few times. “Your camp is weird man.” He shook his hand. Though a skeleton army could be useful during the game. Javin looked down at himself when his shirtless body was called to attention. “I wouldn’t want to deprive anyone of this grade A beef but yeah it’s probably for the best. Lead the way lover boy.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
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[S n o w]

Elise Wellington​

Ellie stopped when the Greek girl called out to her, but didn't turn around. "I don't hate you, and I don't think you want to harm us," she finally said. If she thought Camp Half-Blood was even a little dangerous for her legion, she would've taken them somewhere else. To Lupa's den, even if the wolf goddess probably wouldn't have revealed it to them, let alone taken them in. "But you are insufferable." She didn't offer why, even though she should've.

A few simple words, and she could've explained that she had been trying to follow Maximilian's dumb plan, that this was all a mistake. If she was softer, maybe. The two swords Ellie would always be able to wield were her stubbornness and her pride. She could own up to her mistakes, but not in a way that made her look weak in front of her legion. She would not back down from a decision she made, even if it was wrong. Why should anyone listen to her if she was constantly going back on her word? And the third was a bit more personal. Ellie absolutely refused to make it look like Kaden was right all along. So, she left the sunshine girl and her questions unanswered.

Then, predictably, the team fell further apart. Except it wasn't because of the graecus this time. It was Des and Kaden against Stefan and Marcin. And, again as expected, Maximilian was snapping photos instead of trying to pull together his so-called 'team'. Where should she begin? With the probatio who threatened his superior? The Centurion who turned her power on a fellow member of their legion? The rouge son of Mors? Des, she would talk with later, when Kaden wasn't accosting her. Marcin she would also add onto the later pile.

Stefan was the hardest to decide what to do with. He would threaten to charmspeak Des, disrespect her position, threaten her again, and then speak to her with respect after all he just did? Ellie could've discharged him, right then and there. With a quick glance at the greeks watching them unravel, she knew that would be too easy. What was to stop the Greeks from taking him in to replace them? Ellie deliberately looked away from him, as if he hadn't spoken at all. He was lower than probatio at this point. He was nothing at all. She looked purposefully at Des, then Pauline, and expected them to follow her lead.

"I'll join Maximilian on the forefront," Ellie agreed. She didn't mention Kaden or look at him. It made the most sense. She would be useless far away from the action, and she was fast enough to stop anyone from trying to bolt around them.​

Maree copacetic Arrt Saunders erzulie KingHalliwell Saiyan Princess merQUEUEtio ​

 

[Saiyan Princess]

Stefan Hazelwood, son of Venus
Mood: Determined
Mentions: merQUEUEtio KingHalliwell Maree

Marcin was gone. That's all Stefan was really worried about. The one friend he had at camp was putting himself in true danger. Maybe monsters couldn't get past the barrier, but if the other team found Marcin alone, they'd hurt or maybe even kill the guy. Stefan's jaw dropped at Desdemona's words. Did the son of Mors really like him? Was she correct? With those thoughts in mind, the child of the love goddess barely had time to register that the one praetor he actually respected, possibly the only one that could truly put him in his place had his nails digging into his chin. "Ow....Gods, you don't have to grab me that roughly. I've already been cursed and had my hair yanked out. I can hear you just fine." He paused. "And I'm not stupid. You can speak a little faster than that." Finally, he was able to pull away from Kaden and rub away the feeling of Kaden's nails on his skin. "Ita, domine." He relented, hearing the praetor's words and heeding them, not needing anymore enemies right now. In his own way, Stefan thought, Kaden was truly trying to help him. At least Kaden was trying to keep the peace. Stefan could respect that. "Ego te conversari. Desdemona, ego paenitet. Fugit me ratio scilicet et arma mea non sit in instructa et ipse meo comitorque fruorque soror. Spero te posse reperire quod tua animitus condonare facie insipientiae meae. He spoke in their shared tongue, Latin. He bowed his head in exhaustion, tired of fighting. It really was exhausting. While still in this position, Stefan gave Desdemona a genuine smile. "Thank you, Desdemona. I really owe you one, but now, you all get into your own positions. I have to find my partner so that we can win this thing. I won't leave Marcin to his own devices. I've screwed up and I don't deserve your trust or respect, but I'm willing to work hard to get it. We're a family and I need to remember that." Maybe his little speech wouldn't get Desdemona to remove the curse, but an apology was a good start. His father always taught him to never walk away angry, so he wouldn't. He bowed once more to everyone, his whole demeanor changing. "Please excuse me. " He took off after Marcin, hoping to find him before the kid got hurt. "Marcin, if you die, I'm gonna come after you in the Underworld just to kick your ass for running away when I needed you! " Stefan disappeared among the trees, bow and arrow ready to defend himself against whatever was out here.

Translation: Yes, sir

I'll behave. Desdemona, I apologize. I wasn't thinking clearly and I never should have drawn my weapon against my comrade and sister. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive my foolishness.