Fandom 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 & 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 [ 𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐬 & 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐧 ]

[aeneas.]

guts, grace, and glory baby.

[ nicholas gold ; son of nike ]

mood: excited. elated even.

location: camp grounds.

outfit: fitcheck

mentions: darkersun

/*right side*/

Perhaps it was the birds chirping at 5:00 AM or just simply Nicholas' bodily clock deciding to officially start off his day the moment the sun rose. Either way, by Apollo's good graces, the moment the sun began to rise, so did Nicholas— an early bird ready to grab his handful of worms. It was a monotonous routine, with the child of Nike getting up at the crack of dawn, jumping over the heaps of sports equipment his siblings never cleaned up (but to their defense, he never cleaned it up either and he has no plans to) and getting himself ready for his morning jog.

By the time he was done taking his cold shower and brushing his teeth in the boy's bathroom, Nick quickly began his little run around the camp. With the rest of camp asleep, it gave him enough time to set his head straight. Call it a gut feeling, but Nicholas felt like there was something different about today, that finally he'd have an end to the monotonous routine he's been having for the past months since he returned from a visit at his father's place. To describe his stay at camp to be boring was a bit harsh, he was the head of the Nike cabin and his half siblings— the Avitori twins, Marcus Jones, and Lina Flint were a handful. All rowdy individuals who were constantly on the move when they weren't fast asleep. Nicholas Gold, the king of stamina, could even admit that making sure one of them doesn't break their necks in the middle of a capture the flag game was a difficult challenge. Especially when he was forced to prioritize them or winning (don't ask what he usually chooses).

But staying at camp for so long, witnessing campers who were literally thirteen getting assigned to quests and missions where he got nothing was making him restless. Maybe Chiron and / or the oracle didn't think he was capable. Maybe he would be the first child of Nike to end up as a miserable failure not out of shortcomings in a mission, but missing out on missions in general. Forced to stay in camp till he turned eighteen and choose to move on with his life as a college student, or whatever plans he had in the near future for that matter.

Perhaps today was going to be different.

Heavy on his thoughts, he came to realize that he's been running around camp nearly twice already and finally came to a halt at cabin sixteen. Even when immersed in self-depreciation he found himself crawling back to the cabin of Nemesis after every jog. Some may say his friendship with a certain daughter of Nemesis was more of a frenemies thing rather than a friends thing, which would be correct. Adira Vissent and him always seemed on the verge of killing each other yet it was odd when one was seen without the other. Nicholas wasn't clingy despite campers calling him a golden retriever bothering poor Dira like a mutt and with their owner, he'd rather describe their dynamic to be enjoyable and a give-and-take. He liked bugging her every morning to get her to eat breakfast with him, maybe this time around he could get her to join him at the Nike table for once.

What kept him coming back wasn't because he was *smitten* or anything like that, of course not. Nicholas liked how everyday felt fresh when he was with her, she always found a way to create a new issue to bicker about, something stupid to fight about, a new challenge to develop the endless scoreboard that Nick made for them since they were thirteen. He was obviously a point ahead counting the first ever fight they had when she had the gall to accuse him of cheating in a wholesome game of capture the flag in their youth.

Sitting outside her cabin for a couple more minutes, waiting for the sun to truly shine and for more campers to exit their cabins (earning a couple of eye-rolls from those who see him yet again sitting in front of cabin sixteen). Once he felt like he's given her enough 'beauty sleep', he got up from his little spot on the grass and walked up to the doors of the cabin, knocking in a merry tune as he shouted, "Dira darling! Time for the most important meal of the day, you gotta wake up!"

Oh how he loves his mornings.

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wagging my tail.
coded by weldherwings

 

[darkersun]

a d i r a

MOOD: calm; a bit tired.
LOCATION: cabin sixteen.; sparring field
MENTIONS: Nick.

It wasn´t the birds that woke Dira up, nor the sounds of the camp slowly rising from it´s slumber. Instead, it was Riley, Dira´s favorite (and only) cabin-mate, who seemed hell bent on learning to fight, with little to no success happening within their practices. Riley had dragged Dira out to the campgrounds almost daily, but even the daughter of Nemesis herself had to groan at the early awakening as her body tried to burrow farther into cozy blankets, which seemed to be calling her back into a restful sleep. Unfortunately, for a fourteen year old girl Riley was stubborn, and the next thing Dira knew, all of her blankets were laying on the wooden floor of the cabin, leaving her shivering and cold.

¨Come on! You know nobody will be out on the sparring arena this early! Dira!¨ Riley whined, giving Dira a pair of puppy-dog eyes with absolutely no shame. Damn sparring and damn annoying half-siblings, but Dira dutifully rolled out of bed, grabbing a nearby hair band to put her hair in a ponytail while RIley silently cheered with glee.

"I despise you, you know that right?¨ Dira called to the other girl, who simply rolled her eyes and grabbed a rubber knife from the neatly organized shelf, pointing it here and there while pretending to slash imaginary opponents, rather badly, in fact, if Dira had to say. Getting dressed quickly was one of the skills that the camper had picked up at Camp Half-Blood, and it was beneficial here as the two quietly slipped out the door in a few minutes flat.

Nobody was outside yet, not even the sun, and the girl´s could hear the Hypnos cabin snoring as they walked. It technically wasn´t forbidden to spar this early in the morning (Dira checked), but it seemed nobody was as dedicated as Riley because indeed, as Dira filtered out the chatter coming from the other girl, the sparring field was uncharacteristically empty.

Dira felt the energy in the air as she warmed up, sending both of them running across the fields to get their muscles warmed up. It wouldn´t be fair to wake the Apollo cabin this early with a pulled muscle, and there´s no reason to get the healers of the camp annoyed. Not that Dira had any use for them. She´d been stuck at camp since thirteen, with no opportunities for quests or honor, and therefore, no injuries. In truth, Dira didn´t mind too much - training the future heroes and getting to know the newbies had just as much honor in her opinion- but it would be a lie to say that she hadn´t dreamed of her name being known by all for moral deeds. Those dreams, however, seemed to lessen and lessen as the years went by as more and more children of the major deities got handed quests left and right. Hey, at least Dira had safety, eh?

The sparring itself went smoothly. Riley sucked, yeah, but she acknowledged the fact, and with Dira using her trusted blade, there was no chance of Riley actually being harmed. So smoothly, in fact, that Dira managed to see just the smallest bit of improvement. Praise the gods. The teen was almost ready to start praying to her mother for help.

Riley kept going for a bit, slowly getting closer to actually landing a hit, but eventually, both of their minds began wandering. Firstly, the smell of breakfast from the dining hall had softly spread through the camp, and secondly, Dira had seen Nick pass the two girls, and that meant that he would show up at the Nemesis cabin in a few minutes, banging on the door and waiting for Dira to join him for breakfast. She didn´t like the routine, per say, Nick was annoying and tending to edge her into a fight within minutes, but there was something calming about their fights. Most others either backed down instantly with her sharp words or tried to make things harsher than needed, but Nick tended to match the energy she gave. Therefore, in Dira´s mind, it would be cruel to keep him waiting for their early morning bickering.

¨Alright, alright Dira. Let´s go back. We wouldn´t want to keep Nick waiting, wouldn´t we. ¨ Riley finally announced, doing a weird inflation on Nick´s name that made Dira a bit confused.

Nick and her weren´t a couple- hell, they were barely friends most of the time, but that tone of voice made Dira´s insides twist. Grimacing at her half-sister, the demigod took off, casually jogging to the empty cabin, where Nick seemed unaware that she was standing behind him. Dira paused, calculating the best way to scare her best frie....casual annoyance when Riley, seemingly unaware, simply pushed past Nick to get into their cabin.
¨We were out sparring.¨ Riley noted as she passed, shutting the door in both Dira and Nick´s face.
Leave it to Riley to ruin a perfectly good oppurtinity, the teen thought, before cocking her hip and finally deciding on a sentence that would begin their bickering.

¨Wow Nick, that´s inattentive, even for you. You do continue to surprise me every day. ¨
Yeah, Dira didn´t absolutely hate her morning.

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[aeneas.]

guts, grace, and glory baby.

[ nicholas gold ; son of nike ]

mood: excited. elated even.

location: dining pavilion.

outfit: fitcheck

mentions: darkersun (Adira)

/*right side*/

Huh? Where the hell did they come from?

Nicholas does not scare easily, but just as he was beginning to think about how heavy of a sleeper Dira was, the snarky tone of Riley made him jump in surprise (Again, not out of fear). "Morning Rile-" The slam of the cabin door made him stop dead in his words. "Geez good morning to you too then." Him and Riley were as close as a guy consistently bothering a person's half-sibling could get. Much like the other campers, she too had the tendency to phrase him and Dira's relationship weirdly. Though Nick always assumed it was a way of getting back at him for indirectly bothering her while he was trying to bother her sister.

He could practically hear the smirk on Dira's stupid lips when she taunted him. Ah yes, the morning bicker. Nick turned on his heel, always being one for the dramatics, eyes already glittering with challenge. "Inattentive? I just thought you and Riley training so early in morning was my mind playing tricks on me." Lying came easy to Nick, especially when it was to deflect the times he had his head in the clouds. Why would he ever give his arch nemesis (but also best friend?) the truth that he was caught up in thoughts through out his run. She'd never let him live it down. "Is little Riley getting any better? You'd probably need her as a player two the next time we spar, I'm starting to feel like you cant keep up anymore." It was a jab that he knew that he personally didn't have the energy to test out, at least not until the two have had their breakfast.

The son of Nike stepped in front of daughter of Nemesis motioning her to follow him as he walked backwards, still facing her, towards what he hoped was the direction of the dining pavilion. Though he had the slightest inkling that he was going the right way, having memorized the map of the camp like the back of his hand. Again, another display that he's been in camp for too long. "So where are we staying today? I'm not saying that I'm growing tired of having to hide at the Nemesis table, but I am saying that if you sit at Nike's for once, people probably wouldn't notice a thing. You'd be a part of the Avitori twins with your red hair— the Avitori triplets!" He couldn't help but laugh at his own joke. It's not like that genius idea could ever work though, since the Avitori twins were twelve year olds who stood at 5'3" and Dira easily towers over them. Nobody in camp seemed to care regardless of where campers sat, at least in Nick's case where he'd always manage to keep his presence at the table to be a secret to the actual camp staff.

By the time the two got to the dining pavilion Nick lead Dira to the crossroads between their two tables to choose from, the other tables were already filled with campers eating their breakfast. With a table in particular catching Nick's eyes when he saw the frantic wave of one of the campers chowing down on some BBQ. "'Morning Nick!" Lina Flint, his bombastic half-sister called out towards them from table seventeen. Her bright expression turned coy as she noticed the camper standing next to her half-sibling. "And good morning Adira." There was a weird connotation to the way she said the girl's name, which made Nicholas roll his eyes. Just another case of his fourteen year old cabinmate getting into his business like the nosey twerp she was. "You two eating with us this time? Marcus has just taught the twins to eat with their mouths closed."

Nicholas glanced at sixteen year old Marcus who was smiling pridefully at his accomplishment before looking back down at his sports magazine and then to the Avitori twins who were miserably eating their bread, mouths closed for once. The Nike kids were always known to be a bit rowdy, with the only ones to compete with their energy being the Ares kids (which was why ever since "The Incident" of 2010, the two cabins were not allowed to team up for games) With a sheepish smile on his face, he looked back at Adira, just a little bit embarrassed about the control— or lack there of he had over his cabinmates. "Well..." Despite waiting for the daughter of Nemesis to answer, he already knew the answer, really.

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wagging my tail.
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[darkersun]

a d i r a

MOOD: calm; a bit tired.
LOCATION: dining pavilion
MENTIONS: nick

Hiding a real smile behind her taunting grin was a lot harder than Dira had first assumed at thirteen, when Nick's taunts were much more serious then they were now. It was a skill that Dira thanked the gods for, especially now that a true smile being shown on her face was as rare as Mr. D being in a good mood. Plus, Dira's so-called "intimidation" ( moral superiority, according to her) kept people away from her - a huge plus. Well, most people, as Nick faced her comments straight on. " I would, of course, believe you, other than the fact that you lie as easily as you tell the truth." Dira bit back sharply, before adding a new response just as quick, "And of course a player two would be helpful....for you, of course! She'd even help you beat that one kid that, if I'm remembering correctly, beat you in sparring just the other week."
Low blow, but hey, taunts gotta be returned. It was like, the number one in the unofficial rulebook of their bickering that Dira had been cataloging for quite some time, and if nothing else, she was not a rule breaker. Nick continued talking as they walked, shouting out sentences that the daughter of Nemesis retorted just as quick. It was challenging, more challenging to keep up than many of the camp activities, which tended to get monotonous as the years rolled by. For example, give Dira a blindfold, and she could scale the climbing wall blind in five minutes flat, and even Capture the Flag had enough common strategies that she could guess the winner as soon as teams were picked.
Nevertheless, there was a beauty in the routine, such as the expected chit chat of Nick's half siblings, and the even more expected comments coming from Nick on where to sit. Dira knew he already knew her answer, but she pretended to play along, sending half-glances towards the Nemesis table, where Riley had just sat down, immediately turning around to engage in a conversation with some daughter of Tyche that sat in the table on the other side of theirs, as if taking into consideration the offer.
"Hey Lira," Dira countered, using the same tone of voice on the younger's name as she focused back on the conversation at hand. Gods, what was it with these fourteen year olds and their desperation for a love story? If she hadn't known them already, she'd bet these dorks would be children of Aphrodite. As for the twins, well, even Adira had to give it up to Marcus, those kids could be considered even more of a handful then Riley was, if such a thing could exist. Dira didn't consider herself particularly close with the other children of Nike (too much....everything), but she nodded towards Marcus's direction with acknowledgement - for he seemed to have completed a feat many had tried but failed.
As for the main question at hand, Dira staunchly ignored the sharp twist in her gut as she raised a single eyebrow towards the table. "And break the rules? I've almost given up on trying to force Nicholas to follow that one in particular, but me? I doubt I'll ever stray that far from my own judgment. " It was true, an utter explanation on what Dira had been repeating to both herself and the general population of Camp Half-Blood for the past five years, but that didn't make that darn twist go away, which seemed to only get stronger as the years went by. Nevertheless, Dira was too far in her own stereotype to break now, and with a tight smile, turned from the Nike table and walked away with not as much as a look back to see if Nick had followed. In all honesty, Dira highly assumed he would, and thus sauntered to her table casually, taking her normal seat at the end.

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[aeneas.]

guts, grace, and glory baby.

[ nicholas gold ; son of nike ]

mood: excited. elated even.

location: dining pavilion.

outfit: fitcheck

mentions: darkersun (Adira)

/*right side*/

Nicholas scoffed, just like another part of the routine, it was a little disappointing but not surprising that the daughter of Nemesis would stick to her strict morals. And like routine, he was already making his way to his usual seat in front of Dira at the Nemesis table, giving a sheepish look of an attempt to apologize to his cabinmates before he sat down. Even when he wasn't there to see the look on their faces, he knew his siblings were rolling their eyes at him. Betrayal once again as they would jab at him later. It wasn't Nick's fault that Dira didn't like sitting in the Nike table! But also, they shouldn't keep asking him why he couldn't just leave Adira alone to the sanctity of her breakfast. It's been a tradition since he was thirteen to constantly bug her, subconsciously sitting at her table without a care for the rules. Of course, her getting angry at him for breaking said rules only egged him on to continuing it until now.

"One of these days, I'll make you change your mind." He grabbed one of the goblets from the table and muttered the request for apple juice, watching in a timeless awe at the goblet creating the drink out of thin air. Nicholas always had a fascination with the "magical" aspects that came to being a half-blood, often finding himself staring like a curious kid in a new playground whenever he is sent to the infirmary wing and an Apollo kid had to hum a song that effortlessly healed his sliced up abdomen. It was only when he looked up from his goblet did he finally see Riley. He really needed to work on his depth perception.

Although a door wasn't in the way of greeting her, the immersed conversation she was having with a child of Tyche acted as a barrier Nicholas decided not to break. After sparring the younger a glance, he went back to his conversation with the girl sitting in front of him. "You know what they say, rules were made to be broken." He took a long drink from his goblet. The motto itself, were words that Nicholas lived by whether he was aware of it or not. He would not call himself a cheater in any way shape or form, rather someone who found the importance of finding the loopholes in life and exploiting them as much as he could to guarantee success. His father taught him the importance of hard work, and Nicholas trained like no other, but he also taught him the value of working to your advantage. And sometimes that meant bending a few rules or taking a more "creative" approach to the words being used in the long lists they were made to follow.

"I don't think that is a good message to completely live by, Mr. Gold. Many heroes have fallen because of their disregard to rules."

The familiar, father-figure-like tone and the clops of hooves that came with it sent Nicholas into a coughing fit, choking on the apple juice he once savored. After a bit of recovering and a few claps on the back from the man himself, Nick composed himself to look up at the centaur. Shit. He never actually thought that he'd be caught eating at the Nemesis table by Chiron himself. The look on the activities director was highly amused, most likely from the display Nick was showing but it didn't stop the son of Nike from attempting to apologize for breaking the rules. He never took getting caught in sticky situations like rule-breaking well, especially when it was in front of the likes of Chiron. Ever since Nicholas has been at camp, he's always favored Chiron the most out of the staff, and saw him as a second dad, always trying to impress him during the games the centaur had planned.

Chiron laughed, shaking his head like his dad would when he did something stupid. "It's alright Nicholas. I'd say don't do it again but I don't think it would stop you." It wouldn't. Nicholas was never someone who'd learn his lesson. "I came here looking for you actually," This peeked Nick's curiosity. Another competitive little game for the campers to play and he wanted some of his input? (Nick has a lot of ideas for a new three legged death race twist to add some more spice) "You have been beckoned by Rachel Dare to her cave. It sounds important." The centaur's tone was knowing, and Nicholas knew what it all implied.

Suddenly his world was in high definition and the son of Nike could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Was it really what he thought it was? It wasn't some funny prank Chiron wanted to play on him for breaking a couple of the camp's rules? His murky blue eyes bounced back and forth to Chiron then to Adira in disbelief with a growing excitement festering as it began to settle in his mind that this was all very much serious.

"Oh gods, seriously?" The grin on his face was quick to appear. He knew it, there was something about today that told him that things were going to be different. That there was going to be something new that break his daily cycle. Chiron only nodded but that was enough to make Nicholas jump from his place at the table and raise a fist in the air, laughing and semi-causing a scene for himself. Not that he really cared if he garnered a few stares from the campers, he was finally getting a quest after all this time. After his self-celebration he looked at Adira, clearly wanting to see the look on her face (not that her opinioned mattered to him) "Isn't this sick? A quest! Finally." He was quick to run move out of the table, ready to make a run for the cave of the oracle where Rachel was waiting for him but stopped before he could really exit the pavilion. "Wanna watch me get my heroic prophecy, Vissent?" Even if he has yet to hear the prophecy itself, Nick sparred no time to boast towards his rival.

It wasn't like he would have the time to really relish in that feeling after he was given the prophecy, he'd be too busy packing all of his equipment and going off to his quest. He might as well boast and tease now so when he gets back from the quest, he could spend that time talking to her about it than taunting.

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wagging my tail.
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[darkersun]

a d i r a

MOOD: panicked; unsure
LOCATION: dining pavilion
MENTIONS: nick

To say Adira was in shock would not be an understatement. Her fork, which had been carefully balancing a french toast stick just moments before, had collapsed into her plate, a rare moment of shock enveloping the demi-god´s face. Even Riley had quieted her conversation, looking over at the child of Nike as if staring at a stranger. A quest?! Well that...that wasn´t fair! She had been at Camp Half-Blood just as long as Nick, so obviously, the quest had to include her as well. And even if she wasn´t- well, maybe a rule would have to be broken. Nick could barely keep himself alive at Camp Half-Blood, much less the real world, so it could be considered Dira´s moral duty to keep him alive throughout his quest. Morality overrides stupid prophecies, Dira told herself as a plan began to build in her mind. She was so coming with.

It seemed as Riley knew that as well, for her half-sister´s hand had appeared around her shoulder, squeezing once, and effectively taking Adira out of her internal trouble. The other girl nodded once, curly hair bouncing. To all others, it could possibly appear as a push to watch the prophecy, as Nick suggested, but Dira knew the truth behind the action. Go, it said, it´s the right thing to do. And hey, one child of Nemesis agreeing to break a commonly held rule was rare enough, but two, well that simply meant everything. Thank the gods that her half-sister understood her duty. Keeping the ideals of justice was everything, and the very idea of a camper going by themselves to fight in some crazy quest was simply unfair. Or at least, that´s what the logical side of Adira´s brain kept repeating. The emotional aspect of her personality was being staunchly ignored, with it´s screaming and crying and all sorts of overemotional reactions that simply did not match the relationship she and Nick shared. Simply put, Dira would make the choice to accompany anyone she knows. Nick wasn´t special.

And yet, even with her internal thought process being melted and pushed around, Adira´s face fell back into it´s resting position as she got up. Even in the midst of all her panic and fear, replies to Nick bubbled up almost instantly. ¨ Of course I´ll come with!¨ Dira commented, uncharacteristically kind before her eyebrows perked up once more, ¨ Why wouldn´t I want to come to watch you receive a quest to, oh I don´t know, clean every Pegasus stable on the West Coast?¨ Even the thought of Nick getting stuck with a quest like that made a laugh bubble up. Imagine if she was getting so worked up and Dare had just decided to play a practical joke. That definitely meant that Dira was following Nick to Rachel´s attic.

As she walked, Chiron´s careful eyes seemed to be stuck on the back of Dira´s head. It made her creepily uncomfortable, as if he managed to understand every complex thought that was being broadcasted through her body. He didn´t make any moves to stop her however, so Dira tried her best to shake off his stare. Chiron had so many campers to think about, the chances that he´d actually notice she was missing before Dira was actually gone was slim, particularly if Riley managed to keep her trap shut until they left. Plan already arranged in her head, Dira continued walking beside Nick as he jumped and screamed for joy.

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[aeneas.]

guts, grace, and glory baby.

[ nicholas gold ; son of nike ]

mood: excited. elated even.

location: on the way to rachel's cave.

outfit: fitcheck

mentions: darkersun (Adira)

/*right side*/

"Oh har har, you're so funny." Although he rolled his eyes, the amusement remained the same; too excited to let anyone break his stride, even Adira. He saw the overwhelming looks of pride he got from his family's table. Being a child of Nike, a quest is live-changing. Children of the Goddess of victory herself, don't normally take the role of as the "main hero", usually a support hero who's more there as a lucky charm. A lucky rabbit's foot. The four leaf clover of the group. But for the first time in what feels to be forever the oracle has called for a child of Nike, Nicholas Gold to take on a quest. There's almost nothing stopping Nick from tackling Rachel Elizabeth Dare into a bear hug when he gets to her cave.

He gave one final look to his half-siblings and the message behind it was clear: Marcus is in charge. Clean up the cabin. Afterwards, he looked back at the pleasant smile on Chiron's face and then back to Adira. "Well then, I think it's about time we start going." Nicholas didn't wait up for Adira to follow him as he made his excited jog out of the dining pavilion, knowing that she could catch up. It wasn't surprising that campers were already murmuring to each other the rumors of Nick's apparent quest as he passed their tables towards the exit. Nicholas wasn't popular per say but it wasn't hard knowing everyone in a place like Camp Half-blood, everyone knew of his "dynamic" with Dira (whatever that meant). And everyone knew about his desire to finally be put on a quest. In all his years at camp, both him and Adira have been the longest running campers who have yet to be even requested to join a party for a quest. It was disheartening to say the least, especially for someone like Nicholas.

Admittedly, he was starting to consider giving his mother's spear to Marcus or Lina, who he started to think would be put on a quest before he turns eighteen. But thank the gods, he was proven wrong. It was about damn time.

The walk (okay, maybe speed walking is the better term) was filled with nonsensical chatter and the occasional jab from the two. A dynamic he was going to miss by the time he's off on his quest. He wondered how long it would take. A day? A couple of weeks? Months? "Are you gonna miss me when I'm gone?" The question came out of the blue, meant to come off as lighthearted banter but felt more heavy. It wasn't meant to imply darker events that may happen, of course not! Nicholas Gold is the best there is, monsters can try to put out his flame. But that didn't stop the question from sounding any better. With all the saving the world mumbo jumbo being resolved by past campers (lucky much) the mortality rates were at an all time low. Though the statistics still stood, if someone isn't careful, they still have a chance at dying amidst a quest. "Y'know on my quest I mean."

He figured camp would be a lot quieter without him for the time being. A lot less competitive. Less complaints from team captains claiming that Gold has cheated yet again. Maybe Adira would miss having him around to wake her up. At least Riley would have one less thing to tease her about. Call it a short vacation from everyone's favorite child of Nike, and by the time he gets back, he'll be more pumped than ever. Nike kids always feel like they're on a high for awhile as they bask in their victory.

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wagging my tail.
coded by weldherwings