Alma-Sophia

Alma-Sophia is a 19 year old demigod who is new to camp half-blood this year. 

[alma-sophia]

mrdiegofuentes‌:

“Yeah….sure. Okay.” Diego raised his eyebrow right back at her, but decided not to say anymore. He pointed down the path towards the horse shoe arrangement of cabins. “Cabin #6 is to your left. The one with the owl carvings outside.” He grinned. “If you don’t mind, there is a long hot shower with my name on it.”

Alma had a one track mind though, not being able to focus on anything other then the cult comment. Why did everybody act like people who lived in them were crazy? Surely nobody thought that she was crazy. “Have you ever lived in a cult?” She asked, wondering if he was speaking from experience. It was like word vomit, she was unable to stop herself from saying anything. “You don’t actually have to answer that if you don’t want too, I know it’s late and you’re probably tired but I’m just curious.” Maybe it had to do with her lineage, but she felt the need to prove him wrong and herself right. Prove that she knew more then him. 

[alma-sophia]

mrdiegofuentes‌:

“Diego Fuentes, cabin twelve. Dionysus.” Diego rattled off as he adjusted his glasses. “No worries, Alma, daughter of Athena. It’s a big adjustment. For what it’s worth, you’re doing well. Lotsa kids just sort of scream and assume we’re all some crazy cult.” He chuckled, pointing out the path to the cabins. 

She nodded, “Right, Diego son of Dionysus.” Alma said mainly to herself. It was helpful to repeat it. Considering it wasn’t like she could really write it down. “Crazy cult?” The girl raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t say all cults are necessarily crazy and this place is very different from being a cult.” Her voice in a matter-of-factly tone. 

[alma-sophia]

mrdiegofuentes‌:

Diego chuckled with her, shaking his head. “Why don’t I just show you where to go?” He offered kindly, remembering what it was like trying to find his way back to the cabins at night his first summer at camp. “I’m headed back to the cabins as well. What’s the phrase? Strength in numbers?”

“That would be-” She smiled, trying to think of the proper word to use. “Nice.” Alma decided. There wasn’t much more she really could say but she was trying to be kind and respectful. Like her father had taught her to be. “Which cabin are you in again? Sorry, it’s hard to remember everything with all the new names and faces. I don’t think I’ve ever met so many new people before.” From what she’d learned in her short time at camp, most demigods had adjusted going from place to place. She’d never had that though, staying stationary her entire life. It made her feel like an outcast. 

[alma-sophia]

xxthornedxrosexx‌:

“That’s what the campfires are supposed to be, I think. Everyone gets together and we act like we’re normal for a night. But they usually happen after big events, like Capture the Flag or someone comes back from a quest.” Or when people didn’t come back from quests, but that part felt better to not say. “Word of the wise, pick a few extra-curriculars that sound like normal camp things, not Demi-god camp things. Like the music class, or whatever you like.”

Alma could appreciate what Chiron was trying to do, she just didn’t think it worked all that well. “I didn’t have many campfire’s back home but I’m pretty sure the fire didn’t change colors.” She laughed a little awkwardly. It was cool how the colors changed, but it was depending on the mood. The slightest shift and suddenly everything could get even more dreary if the fire wasn’t it’s usual cheerful colors. She scrunched her nose at the mention of music class, the idea of it boring her a bit. “Do they have knitting or something?” 

[alma-sophia]

sunhi-suzy‌:

Sun-hi hated fighting, and even more she hated that she had to participate in these events that required it. She could tell the girl in front of her was nervous and probably didn’t know what she was doing. “I mean, we don’t have to fight. What if we just play 가위 바위 보?” She decided to suggest while making the hand motions of rock-paper-scissors, not sure of how to say that expression in English and hoping to girl would understand and decide to play. 

Alma tried to calm herself by reminding herself to breath. Something that was hard to do when she knew that the other girl could attack her at any moment. “What.” Was all she said, giving the girl a blank stare for a moment at her hand motions. what had she been doing, or rather, trying to show her. Was it some sort of code that she was supposed to know? She had no idea. Instead, she released an arrow. Thankfully it went into it’s intended target, the tree next to the girl. Surprisingly she was fairly good with a bow, though she’d been told that her lineage had something to do with it. “Next time I won’t miss.” She warned the girl, hoping that her voice came across as more confident then she felt. 

[alma-sophia]

mrdiegofuentes‌:

Fight or flight instinct kicking in, Diego jumped about a half a foot into the air before crouching down…before realizing the voice speaking to him came from behind a blue helmet. “Oh, Alma…” Diego sighed, recognizing the daughter of Athena. “Dionysus kids are supposed to grow a vine barrier.” He explained, helplessly gesturing to the non-existent vines. “So…yeah.” Diego shrugged, trying to shake the absolute loser feeling.

Alma couldn’t help but to jump a little when he had done so, not expecting to startle him that much. It took her a moment to remember what the boys name was, having met so many people all at once. “Why don’t you...” She thought for a moment. “Try to just create little traps instead? I think that would still be just as effective.” The girl suggested. “Or you could hide out and try and trip people with the vines.” 

[alma-sophia]

Who: Alma-Sophia & Sun-hi   @sunhi-suzy​ 

Where: Somewhere in the forest 

When: Friday, June 11th 1976

Considering it was only her fourth day at camp, there were still plenty of people she didn’t know. That included the girl standing before her but she did know that they were on different teams. Their team captain had made one thing very clear to her, if she ran into the opposing team, she was supposed to fight them on sight. Everything about that made her nervous. “Look, I don’t really want to fight but I also don’t want to lose my first game of capture the flag.” Alma explained the girl, bow and arrow ready in her shaky hands. 

[alma-sophia]

adara-davis‌:

Adara’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at the new camper’s ramblings. “Melee weapons, huh?” She asked, wiping her hands on the bandana she kept handy before shoving it in her back pocket. “Well, we can take a look at the inventory and see what you would be comfortable with.” With a tip of her head, she gestured in the direction of the weapons and started that way, keeping an eye on the girl to make sure she followed. “So what d’ya think about more of a long range weapon then? Do you think that might make you more comfortable?”

Alma nodded her head, hoping that the other girl wouldn’t ask about why she had to use them. Though from what she’s heard about camp so far, most people had a pretty similar story. Maybe just not so intense. “I think that would be a lot better. I’ve never really been the fighting type so whatever can help keep me away from the danger while still being helpful.” She didn’t want to say outright that she never wanted to fight anyone or anything again. But if she could stay away from violence, she would. 

[mrdiegofuentes]

Who: Diego Fuentes + Anyone When: Capture the flag whenever that is Where: Middle of the woods

The sun shone down on the back of Diego’s neck as he held his palm out, eyes closed as he concentrated. It was his job to create a tangled mess that the other team would get lost in. In reality, Diego was pretty sure the team captians just gave him this job to get him out of the way, but damn it if he wasn’t going to do a hell of a job. He latched onto the tiny part of his mind that connected to the roots in the ground, pulling them up and forcing them to sprout. As the tiny vine danced forth from the ground, a bead of sweat glided down Diego’s forehead as the effort to concentrate increased. He used to be able to grow strawberry vines without a second thought, but ever since Jordy died…there was a lot Diego could no longer do. Diego growled in frustration and shook his hand around as if it were cramping up. “Come on…come on…” He murmured, not even realizing someone was standing behind him…watching

[alma-sophia]

A game of capture the flag seemed easy enough. Having to actually fight people though, that intimidated her. Especially since she didn’t know half the people who were actually on her team. ‘Patrol’ Was all she was really told. ‘Patrol and distract’. Basically she was meant to be a decoy, to lead the other team away from where the flag actually was. Alma wasn’t even sure if she knew where their team was. “What are you doing?” She couldn’t help but to blurt out at the boy having been watching him attempting to make the vines for a good few minutes. 

[alma-sophia]

xxthornedxrosexx‌:

Rose trained her eyes on the new girl, trying to shake the instant bitterness that came with other people. She had to remind herself that not everybody was out to get her, that not everybody was Lucien. She also had to remind herself what it was like when she first came to camp and how overwhelmed and out of touch she felt with it all. She softened her features a bit, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. “I mean, yeah. We should definitely know how to protect ourselves from whatever threat might come our way, I just… It’s too much sometimes, that’s all.”

It was hard to tell what sort of vibe the other girl was giving off. At first her face seemed hesitant, but softened. Alma supposed she shouldn’t try and judge her just yet, give it some time. “Chiron should definitely hold more ‘just-for-fun’ pizza parties or something to give everyone a break.” She tried to smile light hearted. “I’ve only been here a few days and sometimes I feel like there’s barely enough time to sleep.” 

[alma-sophia]

xxthornedxrosexx‌:

When: June 10th, 1976 Where: Outside the Pavillion

Rose hadn’t talked to very many people since… well, she didn’t want to talk about it. Sure, she talked to her friends (well, friend), but she wasn’t exactly a great person to talk to. She was sure people found her off putting. And really, she wasn’t actually talking to anybody, just making a comment, but she did have some intention of trying to make this summer a good one. “I know this camp is supposed to protect us, but can’t people just… lighten up? Take a moment, smell the flowers?”

Alma looked up, surprised that the girl was talking to her. It wasn’t as if people weren’t friendly but it was obvious that they had their groups. Most groups involved those in the same cabin. While she’d been claimed on her first day there, she also didn’t feel as if she had anything in common with her siblings. “Well smelling flowers is lovely but I think it’s also important to learn how to protect ourselves- right?” She questioned the girl hesitantly, not wanting to come across as being rude. 

[alma-sophia]

adara-davis‌:

“You’re new.” It wasn’t so much a question as it was an observation. It was easy to pick out new campers. Not only were they new faces around a tight-knit group of demigods, but their uncertainty and expressions of awe at every turn were always a tell-tale sign. Pushing away from her workbench, Adara waved the girl back out of the door way and out into the fresh air. “If you want to commission a weapon or refurbish one, yeah, but you’d do better at the weapon’s shed until you figure out where your talent and preference is. I’d be happy to walk you over that way if you want.” Adara offered with a smile. It was a tedious endeavor, offering to help outfit new demigods with weapons, but not an unpleasant one. Besides, as a daughter of Hephaestus, Adara had a particular talent for it.

Alma nodded her head at the statement, though it was obvious she didn’t need too. The only way to make it even more obvious that this was her first day was if she were to have it written on her shirt. “That would be great!” She smiled. “Though I’ve never really held a weapon before, so I’m not sure how this’ll go. Or well- I suppose I’ve technically used melee weapons. But that wasn’t exactly under ideal circumstances and I didn’t really feel comfortable with them.” She rambled, wondering how much information was too much information. But she was nervous, having never been around so many new people before. 

[adara-davis]

Who: Adara Davis & Anyone When: June 8th, 1976 - mid morning Where: The Forges

Adara pulled her hair back, tying it off of her neck and wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. She’d forgotten the intensity of the heat inside of the forges and gods- had she missed this. The sound of her siblings tinkering away on all sorts of projects, from the sawing of wood to the pounding of metal against metal, to the crinkling of drafts of blueprints tossed into the recycle bin. Adara’s fingers itched for a project of her own and she turned eagerly at the sound of footsteps in the door way. “Only the second day of camp and you’ve already managed to wreck something?” She asked, unable to make her tone anything but hopeful. 

[alma-sophia]

Finally arriving to camp earlier that morning had been a relief, although exhausting. Alma was sure that she hadn’t gotten more then a few hours of sleep within the last week. When she tried to sleep, nightmares of the attack woke her up. Nightmares were common from demigods. At least that’s what Chiron told her. It was still weird for her to think of herself as anything other then just a regular human. “Oh um- no.” She told the girl, startled at the fact that someone had spoken to her so quickly. “I was told that I might be able to find a weapon here.”

[homo-terezi]

Camp Half-Blood// Cabin 5// Athena

[court-eaton]

We’re social creatures and we don’t do well when we’re not accepted, or when we feel like we don’t belong anywhere.