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concordio 'dio' del rosario is a thirty-six year old half-god from santa cruz, california and is the son of lakapeti, the philippine goddess of fertility and agriculture. he's been at camp for about a week and is a little indifferent about being in the ark. reid is a adaptable, logical, and curious kind of fellow. only time will tell what will happen to one of our intrepid heroes !

DIO never grew up wondering where his mother was or pressed too deep into his father's story for her absence. How can you miss someone who never existed? He was always like that never putting too much weight into something he couldn't see for himself or hold in his hand. Faith? God? Mothers? What were they? Who knew that he would confront all these things later on in life. But for now he focused on existing. Exploring the world and taking it for what was within reach. This often led him to flickering between the surfer boys and the delinquents of his area. Gaining him such life skills as riding waves and how to start cars without keys. There was no real aim or purpose until his father fell ill. Elias fell sick while his son was in the middle of his high school years and the boy did not hesitate to drop out. His father's care was his sole goal to make him comfortable. There was nothing he'd learn in books that was more important than being there for his dad. Elias was able to live another 8 years before the illness took him from this earth. Leaving Dio unburdened with grief but now lost without direction of where to go next. Idle hands are the devil's tools and soon Dio was involved with the kind of crowd that lands you in jail. And his fate was no different. While incarcerated he was again set afloat on the waves of life unsure of where to put his focus next. Staring at the walls for the rest of his sentence would only lead him to madness. So he started to reach for anything to ground him. Getting into common grounds with some spiritual people, learning meditation and how to best center one self. Sure he still didn't believe in any higher powers but the techniques helped. When he wasn't working out in the gym yard he was helping the kitchen tend to their garden. He found...no other way to describe but profound peace when working with the dirt. Feeling such pride when a seed he planted bore food for the others. At the end of his time he returned to a new world almost a decade more advance than when he left. Only he didn't last long. Seemed his mother had sent for him and she was a goddess no less. What a joke but hey, might as well see what all this camp had in store for him.

#bio

It appeared Dio's stay on Acoma was not only going longer than planned but just a rocky as it started. He came to the island in the sky to get more familiar with the Draconic tongue among those that spoke it the most fluent. Yet even as he tried to pay attention to every word spoken he was finding it harder to grasp before moving forward. Not that his stay was all bad even if his trials were going longer than he wished. Every morning Dio woke up with Hugo at his side under the warm Acoma sun. Glad he offered to come along for a bit before he needed to be returning to duties back at the Ark. He felt he could only keep Hugo from his role in the Shinto for so long and time was sure to be approaching. After waking with his love he went off to help with the hatchling feedings and spend time with Lil Draco. Surely a boost to his mood to start to the day and often where he retreated when his tongue was too tied to speak.

He just left the pens and was headed back to the lodge the pair were staying in the meantime. Dio trying to put the best face on for Hugo as he entered even if his smile was a little hallow. "Hey." A short greeting before he found Hugo and buried his face into him. Taking a deep inhale and letting go of a heavy sigh. The smell of rain an easy pheromone to sooth him. "Listen...I know you probably have to go back soon...and I might be stuck here longer than planned...but is there anyway I can convince you to extend your stay?" Turning his puppy dog eyes up to help gain advantage with his persuasion. The look a little more effective after the reaping of his field of hair, less of it falling into his eyes. "I promise to let you try that rope thing if you do."

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Diego's brows knit together in surprise, he figured that was the number one thing everyone would want to know about each other. Maybe it was a bit invasive of him to ask people that. "Are you serious? Isn't that... you know, kind of important? Maybe not here at camp, but when we're out there," as a mage especially, knowing who he could combine his powers with and how was important, the only way to know that would be to know who their parent was, where their power had come from. When he was eventually told, Diego couldn't help but nod his head in admiration. A fertility goddess? Agriculture? A goddess like that must have been a big deal in her pantheon, which would mean Dio was kind of a big deal. "That would explain your deal with plants," he reasoned out loud. He just smiled at the formal bow, deciding not to laugh in case that was an actual, honest to god display of honor. "My dad is the Incan god of the sun, Inti," he said, mimicking Dio's fist to chest bow earnestly. He hoped he was doing it right and not being offensive.

A grin brightened his features at the mention of loot. He had never really been the materialistic or greedy type, "Oh a biter, huh? Good to know," he chuckled. "I'll be happy to take the leftovers, don't worry. Unless it has something to do with the sun, or keeping my ass safe, I'll let the group decide," though who knows, all that could change once he starts finding cooler, shinier things.

"Two months isn't that long," he mused with a nod. At least it wasn't in the grand scheme of things. Diego had been there for about a month, and he still felt like the new guy, like he was still getting the hang of everything. Like he was still learning. Had it not been for all of his training he'd done at the ark, he just knew he would have been leagues further behind the rest of the demigods than he already was. "There has be an Anito camp somewhere. Just like there has to be an Incan camp... maybe it's not as big. It would be kinda cool to run into one though. I still don't know much about my dad's pantheon, there aren't as many resources here considering I'm one of the only few," he could relate to Dio in that matter. He blinked. "Wait... dragons? Are there dragons at camp that I haven't met yet??" In all fairness Diego truly didn't get out much, but dragons?

All he could do was shrug, "I've been adjusting alright, I guess. I sort of just stick to my routine, focus on training. I've only recently started to get to know more people. I guess at first, I kept to myself because I wasn't sure if I was going to stick around," he admitted, pursing his lips. "You're right, it is kind of intense... but I think I'm starting to get the hang of it. Starting to like the rush, ya know?"

blackandwhitebutblue

Dio smiled, knowing his relationship with the gods and his purpose here did not always mirror the others that gathered. "Who your parent might be does not explain who you are and what you can do." He said pointing two fingers to Diego. "True it is your parent's powers that runs through you blood but..." Tapping the center of his own chest. "...it's what's in here that tells me all I need to know." Entering this Ark life Dio had no need or desire to know his mother or any god for that matter. Things had changed and his bond to Lakapati was important to him but it didn't define him. No more than Diego's god parent decided who he was meant to be on this path. It was more a guiding star than the only direction to follow. "What I know is that you Diego have power that took down a beast. And this only the beginning of your story. I am very excited to see what comes next for you. But only you can show me that, not them." Said true and in earnest. Dio enjoyed watching the people around him grow. Maybe it was the gardener in him.

"Well plants need the sun to survive, so we should get along, ugh...photosynthesisly? Ha! Totally a word." It was in fact not but it had now became entered into his mental dictionary. It was enough to amuse him at least. Hopefully his sense of humor was well received. "I hate to tell you but now that you are officially part of the quest crew time won't feel the same. I've met dragons, a god killer and been attacked by ghost all in the same month. The days seem less meaningful than the events themselves." He pondered for a moment looking into the distance. "I wonder if that's how immortality feels to the gods. Just like days blending into one only identified but whatever is deemed important..." Like abandoning your child in the mundane world and looking again to find them gone from newborn to demigod fighter in your army.

Dio came out of his daze of thought but it was something he would ponder on more later. "An adrenaline fanatic? See I knew I liked you. Not surprised given you surf but man...the rush here is something else." Still remembering the high he felt battled that bear one on one with just his swords and the blood pumping in his veins to defend himself. Then something registered a little later from his daydream. "Dragons...oh, you haven't meant them yet? Dude you'll have to come next time I take a trip to Acoma. Which shouldn't be long from now. I'm actually studying their language."

#xDiego

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"'sorry for not pulling my punches with the recap." Hugo genuinely apologized. Wondering if he should have known better than to go off like he had. As if he were reporting at the campfire. Not speaking to the man he loved in private. "'didn't realize I was... ruining a dream." By the state of Dio, it was clear that Hugo's words weren't the only thing cutting deep today.

At Dio's subtle self-deprecation, Hugo sheathed his blades and finally approached. "You're a beast slayer now." He reminded while reaching for Dio's soiled arm. Urging him to face him once more. Proud or spent. "A champion of your pantheon. Where you otherwise stand alone, but with Lakapati's favor."

What Dio accomplished couldn't be overstated, but the Ark as a whole had lost trust in abundance lately. Mainly because of the late Oran and his connection with the new Electra. The beetle arena filled with enemies studying their abilities and tools. It got exhausting, all of the swings and misses.

"... You weren't there so... you couldn't have known." Hugo could confidently say that every demigod had their own ideas. Secret wants, good or terrible. They were all one step away from becoming the enemies they fought against, but Dio's heart clearly wasn't built for such a life. And he wasn't blind and reckless, as Hugo had been while highly motivated to end Sugaru. "Your very existence gives nature that chance. ... Maybe we'll meet another benevolent god willing to lend a hand. Xipe Totec just... isn't it, this time."

blackandwhitebutblue

Dio's side glaze became fully focused on Hugo as he approached, disarmed with words of apology. For a moment the sour pout became more of a smile. Even Hugo would feel that wave of his smile wash over him, or more so the powers of his hand wraps feeding Hugo with the power of his FEAST. Right before Dio swiftly punched Hugo in the shoulder. Sure to feel the blow but all damage fall under the protection of Dio's boast to his vitality. "You're doing it again. I never asked you to pull back your punches. We train and go all out, that's what I wanted." Taking Hugo's hand and placing it over the semi erection Dio had in his pants. "Don't apologize for this. It's just like salt in the wound...and if you can't tell I love seeing you go all out whether I'm at your side or the target of your power." A sweet kiss on Hugo's cheek as he removed the hand away.

The words that followed were a bit more appreciated and welcomed. Even if he bit back with a little sour humor. "Beast slayer...but failed to become a dragon tamer." Double meaning of both Hugo and Lil Draco who'd he'd yet to claim. The pout was crumbling by the warmth of his usual humor. And Hugo's supportive words. Dio knew he was being a brat about the match but it was less about what he was capable of. He knew he was a champion many times over but he still had ways to go to match the one he loved. "I just want to be worthy to be at your side...in bed or in battle." His mother's favor meant less to him when it came to Hugo's belief in him.

With a huff of deflated air Dio rolled back and fell into the grass, grabbing Hugo to tug him but letting go to let him come down on his own. "I envy the bond you have with the other Shintos. Sometimes I feel like I'm the one fighting for my entire pantheon being the only Anito here. So maybe my need to be better comes from the feeling I have to hold up the representation for my blood....because if I fall then there is no one left fighting for us." He plucked another blade of grass. "Aligning with others to help nature thrive...rumor has it there might be some demis joining up with connection with the earth but who knows if they will feel the same way I do about the importance of protecting the land." Eyes turned to Hugo felt less heavy and just released the tensions of thoughts in his head. "And I know I have you...but you have your own duties that aren't always aligned with mine."

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When Gabriel first arrived at the Ark, there were a handful of people that the mentors suggested he speak to. Other children of the Incan pantheon, for one, but also a member of the Anito pantheon who's parent sought over a domain similar to his own mother. Though he wasn't entirely sure how to use his powers, he figured that perhaps this half-god would be able to help him. Or at least help him get in touch with the divinity in his veins.

"Hi! You're... Dio, right? One of the mentors suggested that I reach out to you. I'm... My mom is Pachamama, the goddess of Earth and fertility?" As he spoke, it was clear that Gabriel was hoping that he wasn't bothering them, his words coming out more of a question than a statement. "I was told that your own parent was similar?"

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Dio was shifting through his daily tasks. Moving from the library to the garden to work. And then probably to the forge before meeting Hugo for dinner. Though it seemed someone else might be in need of him. Unfamiliar eyes greeted the stranger with a smile as he approached and listened. A nod to confirm but letting him finish first. "Yes, I am Dio. Pleasure to meet you..." Hand extended awaiting for the other and a name to go with it. Noticing how the guy announced his god parent before his own name. Amused by how differently he introduced himself to others. Dio caring less for who parented others over who they were themselves.

Once the greeting was complete he continued. "And yes. My mother Lakapati is from the anito pantheon. She is goddess of agriculture and fertility so I would say we have a lot in common." Plants and earth, couldn't have one without the other. Well you probably could still have earth without plants but what would be the point? "Good to have someone else around to help out." He nodded towards the garden and started on the path. "So how's the transition been for you so far? I guess I've been here long enough to offer advice if needed. And with our shared connection to the earth who better, right?"

#xGabriel

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As much as Diego loved his mornings, the revitalization of his meditation and the adrenaline wake up rush surfing gave him, he was never one to turn down company. He was a social creature by nature, and always felt himself brighten when there was someone to talk to. "Nah, I was finishing up anyway. Plus, I could use the distraction," he offered a half shrug. A playful smirk etched itself across the sun child's features. He watched as Dio moved to the water, regarding the other's board with curiosity. At least it would give him something to watch during his morning sessions. "Nothing wrong with a little competition either," he pointed, giving his eyebrows a mischievous wiggle. Granted, he never claimed to be a master surfer by any means, but he could definitely hold his own, and ever since coming to the Ark, he felt himself getting even more dexterous on the board. It was like he could feel himself evolving in multiple facets of his life. He had to wonder if that was the case with everyone. It must have been.

"That was your pantheon?" It was a bit embarrassing. He'd spent all this time at the Ark, with these people, and he didn't know much about most of them. While he knew Dio's skill had a lot to do with plants and communicating with the flora, he didn't know who his father was. "Is it rude to ask people who their parents are, here?" he asked, nose crinkled up in curiosity. Honestly, he was still figuring out the culture of this place. He was sure some demigods wanted to keep their parentage to themselves. Not all of them were bright and shiny like the sun... and there were a lot of them. "I guess you're right, but we go on these missions for the entire group, so I don't think there's anything wrong with sharing the loot once we get back," though he did agree the guys who risked their lives for it should have first dibs.

When it looked as if Dio was planning on sticking around, Diego sat down on his towel, cross legged, and regarded the demigod curiously. "So how long have you been here at the Ark? Were you at one of the camps before this?" he knew some of the demigods had been aware of their parentage their entire lives, or damn near to it. Others, like Diego, were fresh and new.

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Dio let out a heavy laugh that echoed against the crashing waves. "You are asking the wrong person. I barely know half of the people's parents around here. Hell, probably less than half." It was something of an introduction for most. But Dio in his early arrival didn't feel the same pride as he does know when it comes to his mother. She was just a name before and being her son felt like a brand or leash. Now he wore it with honor even if he didn't broadcast it. "Personally it never mattered to me so I never bothered asking. But for the sake of it coming up in conversation, my mother is the anito goddess of fertility and agriculture. Son of Lakapaki." He did some sort of fist to his chest and bow motion that was clearing dramatic and meant for Diego's amusement, if not his own. Suddenly the chance to get to know a new arrival was calling him stronger than the waves. So he sat in the sand with the water his back.

"Oh don't get me wrong. I'm all for raiding when the mission is won. And I bite so be warned if go aiming for the same loot." He teased. It took a moment to answer what should've been a simple question. Only time moved differently around here. Not in the physically manner, just with how fast it all moved the days and weeks started to blend into one. "Wow...maybe about two months or more? I was recruited then, so this is my first camp. I wonder if there is an anito camp. As far as I know I'm the first around here." Something that he envied at times when seeing the bond Hugo shared with his fellow shinto. "Feels like a life time ago. But meeting dragons and talking to gods will do that." Tilting his head a bit he felt he should check in on the new arrival. Diego proved he was worthy to be here with such a boss level victory but this was more than just who could hit the baddie the hardest. We were all still human and not just god powers. "How are you adjusting? I know some of this might be intimidating...or hell you might like the rush of it all. I know I do."

#xDiego

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Dio was forced to do something he never fathomed would be possible. After that last hit from Hugo's thunderous blows he had no other choice but to... "Yield...I yield." Lowering his blades as the sudden vibration in his bones was causing his swings to fail. It was clear Dio was not happy about it, as he visibly turned away and pouted like a child. He managed to stand on his own and go blow for blow with a bear and yet against another demigod he was finding himself with much room for improvement. The wound to his pride and undefeated record was almost as tender as the growing bulge in his pants.

It took him a moment before the subject registered and suddenly his amusement broke through sour face. "Oh, the Ley Lines. I forgot about those..." Scratching his head as if the very involvement on the recent mission didn't center at the topic. "...yeah, I'll be honest love. I haven't really thought about that. Like I get that it's important but sorting out the important stuff isn't really my...thing?" It wasn't that Dio doubted his brain power he just knew his mind was better set on things he was good at. "I leave all that to you big 'post it on the wall' types. Me? I just get pointed at what to attack and make sure they don't get up." Starting to the chew on the inside of his cheek as he spoke. "Though with the rate these matches are going that's up for debate."

Dio's only motive for the mission was helping the anito and killing the beast that was a danger to them. The loot and the ley lines registered less to none on the level of importance. "I sometimes feel like my motives align with the Ark but not as one...more like side by side. I'm sure people have been looking into the Ley Line while I've been busy trying to figure how to gain favor with the Pure Maiden to grow her mangoes." He planted his blades into the ground and stretched out his sore body when something else registered to him. Though it was hallow laughter coming from his lips. "Though I have to question how the things I seek out sometimes turn out...bad." Maybe the attacks had rattled more than just his bones as Dio felt an odd wave of thought wash over him. "First with Sugaru...idolizing his skill only to learn he hurt someone I loved..." Barely able to look at Hugo. "Then I wanted to join a gang of treasure hunters that turned out might be after us. Now I'm trying to ally with a god that sees mortals as food..." Sure he didn't feel the same as he did knowing the full story but the fact it drew him all the same was concerning. "...it felt personal because I feel it was motive I could support. Nature deserves to have some of the world back. But the methods I would not agree with."

#xHugo

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Paths, destiny, and fate were dismissive phrases to Hugo. Excuses. He didn't know why Raijin chose him then or now. Especially now, since lately it felt like Song was back at square one. Like so many newcomers at the Ark. Earning trust and loyalty. Again, in his case. If divine timing and order did exist, Lakapati called for Dio to turn all Hugo had known on it's head. And it was working.

To draw his blade against "innocent" mortals would have surely cast Hugo from the Shinto pantheon and the Ark project. Corrupted him much like the enemies they faced on a weekly basis. All of them threats to earth, mankind, and the natural order they were all deeply connected to. Aloft in his untamed thoughts and power, this truth was easy to forget while his personal truth berated his atmosphere. What was right, what was wrong, and what he could do about it. There was no waiting only acting. The horrible weight he felt right now was consequence for not doing just that. A betrayal to himself.

I would have. He thought, with arrogance and certainty, but the image of Forest or Mai hunting and cutting him down for such a sin made him bite his tongue. Cast the hunger for a now settled matter far from him.

He hated interrupting what was meant to be a moment of tranquility, but the issue had to be addressed if there was any hope to move forward. In the search of truth and evidence of... love Hugo was beyond half-measures. Concordio appeared at ease, almost prepared for all he shared. It shouldn't have surprised Hugo, but did. Especially while he comforted him in the storms wake. Pulled him nearer than before to touch foreheads and steal kisses. Hugo clung back. Believing Dio's pledge. Marveling as he devised one to suit the vengeful warrior.

It gave him the hope he had been missing since they first kissed in Acoma. In a sick sort of way. As the phantom sensation of a katana's blade thrust through his heart. An irrefutable display of dominion he understood and could keep safe in Concordio's able hands. Without regret for the peace that would follow both of them after.

The distant look in his eyes faded. Light returned along with his soul and feeling. What Dio called fight, Hugo could only describe as pure flame when they shared moments like this. Far too often. His breath was shortened, heart racing as he faced Dio head on. Cupped his face with dripping hands and stole a fervid kiss. Somehow, more heartfelt than the others before. The heat of his breath matched the steam surrounding them as he faintly slipped away.

"'dio..." It almost pained him to speak, but he loved the feeling. Awakened, he could speak true. "I promise. Your fight... your wounds will be my own. I will keep you safe. My heart, my life belong to you. ... Love from me is... different. Like my father... there are demon's." Dio knew that. "I won't hide. ... I will love you with who I truly am."

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Faith. It was always a tough subject for him. Whatever glimmer he had in the belief of gods and their powers faded as his father was lowered into his grave. Sure it was hard not believe in gods now, being the son of one. And the bond between him and Lakapati was growing like any well cared plant in the most lavish of gardens. Untouched by any storms of doubt that would make him question her profound words. But before gods found way to him his faith started with Hugo. Another demigod he knew before the calling came. When he was just a flawed human with dangerous and violent tendencies. A storm of chaotic intentions that left Dio both scared and imprisoned for great deal of his life. Faith was no different than love. And Hugo had both. How else could you explain Dio still putting his full trust in the other after all that has passed?

But he meant what he said. He could forgive all past mistakes but he would not make a pattern of it. Hugo had used his one chance, there would not be a second. Their love was worth it. Was worth whatever scars may come or blood spilled in this war. His faith in Hugo and their bond was the strongest thing keeping Dio's heart in this fight. He smiled as Hugo talked of his love being different and demons that would not be hidden. "You say that as if I haven't seen you at your worst?" Of course the demons of men became a different scale to the demons of demigods. The stakes were higher, the marks on ones soul were deeper. "My love means I love all parts of you...the missing parts...the darker parts...the parts of you you're too afraid to show others. I will bare witness to them and lay with them at your side."

His kiss fed on Hugo's lips, sucking at him as if he could drink those demon into his own body. Their love could be cursed to meet the same fate that ended them before. Dio held the fear but still pushed on. Because fear wasn't meant to stop you but show you that you were still alive to fight on. "I want all of you, Hugo...all or nothing."

#xHugo

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He arched a brow at Dio's initial response but was slightly caught off guard even more when he felt the hands on his hips. "Wha-" He didn't resist much however, as he felt the hand press against his lower back, creating just the right arch. "Oh..." The stretch did feel better, he was more aligned for sure. Even still, he hadn't even expected to see anyone on the beach at this hour, let alone have his ass pressed up against them. "Usually, I make a guy buy me dinner first," he lied, and the roguish smirk probably gave him away. "You're right though, it feels better. More controlled," he reasoned, taking in a long, slow breath. After a while, he walked his legs forward to finish the set. As he dangled there, bent in half, he listened, though it took him a moment to respond. It wasn't the first time he'd had a conversation while doing his morning meditative ritual. It just happened... slower.

"Same here," he admitted finally, after slowly lifting his torso up into a complete standing position. That should be enough for now. "I've always sort of woken up with the sun, and my first stop has always been the beach, even before I came here." His eyes did settle on the surfboard for a moment, his grin cracking into an approving smile. He nodded over to his own board that had been sticking up out of the sand just a few yards away. "Great minds and all that." His cheeks flushed for the briefest moment at the compliment, he still wasn't used to getting those there, at least not about his skill with his powers. He felt like he was still catching up to everyone else. "Nah, none of that stuff didn't stand out to me," he admitted. "I was just glad I could be useful. It was my first time out. Did you get anything?"

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Dio took a respectable pause as Diego moved into a prayer position. Not wishing to disturb the process of him ending his session. Yoga had been something Dio learned more while incarcerated to help keep his peace of mind. He kept to it once he was released but these days he just didn't have the time. The waves were his meditation now. He was still most at home working in his garden but there was just something about the surf that brought him the deepest sense of peace. "Sorry. I hope my rambling didn't throw you off." When attention was thrown to the other board in standby Dio let out a heavy sigh. "Geez, not another one. We're going to have to work out a surfing sign up sheet for times to claim the beach." He teased..mostly. God forbid Dio, Diego, Reid and Aleki all arrived here at the same time. "Nah, enough water to share." He nodded, going to grab his board and head closer to the water.

The newly christened sun demi would have to get used to praise with Dio around. The Ark's resident hypeman, cheerleader, broseph. Understanding what it was like enter've this with no clue what to do. It was a processing learning what you are and aren't capable of. That even godly powers had their limit. While it not have been the first mission Dio would suggested for a first timer he was glad Diego got to see together the were capable of great things. "I had some eye on that spear but honestly I felt it was better served as a thank you. That was the first time I've done a mission for my pantheon. I just thought it felt fair to let those that helped reap the reward." Payment for the blood spelt in the anito name. "Don't worry though. You'll find something to catch you eye I just know it." He started to tell of the story of Sugaru and the katanas Dio claimed from him. But that story was stained knowing how those blades had harmed someone dear to him. He placed the board in the sand deciding to stay on dry land for a bit more. Easier to share words with new faces.

#xDiego

dreamingahymn

There was something about being on the ocean, the beach, under the blazing sun that always put Diego at ease. The crash of the waves against the shore felt like universe singing lullaby. It always seemed to calm him. That morning he'd decided to take some time center himself. The previous night's quest had put him on edge. Truth be told he still got a little weary around flies. With his beach towel splayed across the sandy shore overlooking the ocean, he began his sun salutation. Yoga had always been his way of finding his center, and with all of the chaos of the past couple weeks, it was hard to find that time.

Clad in nothing but a pair of neon green board shorts, his tanned skin seemed to glow as it reflected the rays of sun, soaking in the energy like a solar panel. He pushed himself into the cobra pose, letting his muscles stretch and the energy flow. In way, he supposed he was charging himself up, storing the light for later. After a moment, he pushed himself back into a downward facing dog and arched a brow. "Enjoying the view?" he called over once he'd noticed someone had been behind him. An impish grin tugged at his lips. "I didn't realize I had an audience. What are you doing up so early?"

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"No. Actually I'm not..." Dio posted his surfboard into the sand until it was stable enough to stand on its own. He approached Diego from the rear and without much asking he placed hands at each hip and pulled him back. Pressing his rear into Dio's body as position stopper. "...you need to push your hips up a bit more..." Holding on hand at his hip the other ran down Diego's bare back till he could feel the ridges of his spine in perfect alignment. "...much better." He then stepped away from a position that might have either of them struck by lightning if Hugo had come across them Although Dio didn't think much of it. He was just helping a new ally work on is form. Nothing more.

Sharing the same dressed save the different of color pallets with Dio's darker toned board shorts and shade of tanned bare skin. He came to stand in front of Diego with arms folded watching Diego's motions. "I'm always up this early. Best time to catch the best waves with the less crowd." Fighting for space with two other surfers that he knew among them. Not looking for anyone trying to compete just wanting to enjoy the ebb and flow of the water. Diego, while new, had done something many long standing arkers were still attempting for: earning Dio's respect. His aid in solving an anito problem earned him a great deal of it. "Thanks again for all your help with that beast. I hope you got something of a reward from the spoils."

#xDiego #see if this was a starter for Amant ppl would be naked in like the next 3 replies LOL

timedandtaled

Admittedly, Armando was a little nervous about this, not one for smoking in general, and not one for taking the time to relax. That was one thing, but relaxing under the influence felt like a different game altogether, and hoped he wouldn't be so stoned he became unaware. That was how she snuck in last time. Dio made him feel comfortable, made him feel at ease, and as he took the first sip of the Chai and embraced the flavours, he was genuinely thankful for his friends company. "I'm going to go and see my sister," he began, "or get her spirit to come here, I'm not sure how exactly it works. Everything got left so-" he took another quick drag, "unfinished." Aleki had been helpful beyond expectation, offering Armando a few extra things to think about in regards to his sister and what to do going forward. "I feel like I'm going to find out things I don't want to know...about her, about Electra and the grander plan, about my father, and about...myself."

blackandwhitebutblue

Why oh why did these people feel the need to disturb the dead? Resurrections...talking to spirits...Dio wanted nothing to do with it. It pained him he would not be able to support his friend further in his efforts to reach out to his sister. His deal to end her terminating once the target was no longer among the living. Their pact of vengeance was spoiled but did not change the bond they shared together. So he would only say, "Be careful.", and not seed doubt in whatever Armando had planned. Even if Dio was completely against. "Try not to do it alone. It's few of those around camp that like playing with spirits and the dead." In an indirect way of saying he was not one of them. "I would hope she is incapable of lying now that she is among the dead but don't put your full trust in her. She does not know who you are and can't answer that for you. Only you can." Taking the joint from the other offer what he could in support without compromising his own views. "But anything learned can surely be helpful. Fuck knows we got a lot on that board of evil Aleki made."

#xArmando

sonofstorms

He wore a smirk after being dealt such biting words and kisses. Dio didn't have to remind him of his fierceness, especially toughness, but Hugo heeded his words. As they explored new roles and forms of pleasure, it was important to learn Dio's wants, limits or... lack of them.

Hugo's heart fell at the mention of his bonds. The Pantheon and Shinto brothers he wished to protect. A pathetic attempt at making amends and becoming a better person, after leaving Dio behind. Learning what became of him, with no intervention from Lakapati or himself still sickened Hugo. Fed his self-hatred. If he could erase the last ten years, be there for Dio--take his place, Hugo would, but had no proof. Sat in this pool now, empty handed of such displays of love and loyalty, Hugo had to wonder why Dio would still choose him.

When his consciousness finally returned to his body and his eyes landed on Dio's, he could tell that Dio already knew. Could recognize the storm turning, thunder cracking within Raijin's son's mind. If only Hugo's pride and ego could take the day off too. Melt away in the mineral water with them. He wasn't accustomed to this foundation of certainty, devotion and care. Only the tumultuousness of this calling, his own mind, and the relationship with his father. His choices. Recklessness. Wasted potential.

"'knowing where I left you... it disgusts me." He drew in a stiff breath. However much his skin crawled and the self-hatred enveloped, Hugo didn't break from Dio. Who would see him regardless. "... I should have looked for you. Just once, and I... I could have freed you... and killed every pig that touched you. Who put you there.

... But I didn't. Every day that passed... I failed you. Turned away. Just like that night. I'm... honestly worse than any silent god."

This lucky life gave him strength and pride he'd never harnessed before. He endeavored to serve the next Shinto member to arrive. To carry them out of danger. To grow beside them. To learn how to trust someone again. Had it all been a waste and would these allegiances once more come between them? "... So it feels... great... to hear all of this from you." So great. "... I just wish I could say the same and... know that you could believe me, the way I believe you... but I've ruined that too."

The tightness returned to his shoulders, chest and throat. Emotions bubbled that he struggled to keep down. Because, in the eye of his inner storm, a quiet, optimistic, thought existed. That history... would not repeat itself. "... but... same. ... I'm... done living without you. This one... and the next."

blackandwhitebutblue

Dio loved staring into Hugo's eyes. Like a lovesick puppy but also the way the clouds turned in his gaze when he twisted in his thoughts. What beautifully tragic torture was he putting himself through this time? Always ready to pull out what wasn't say, although it seemed Hugo was learning to speak the quiet thoughts aloud. A needed act for Dio to be able to calm them. For as much doubt his beloved held Dio would always be there to relieve him of it. By blade, words or just his company. They were partners. Neither would shoulder burden alone again. Or at least Dio hoped he could trust that to be true.

To say he was without fear would be a lie. One did not almost die in a car, spend ten years in prison to just come out unscathed. But the words of his mother echoed in his mind and soul: "Just as a seed must endure the darkness of the Earth to sprout, the souls of mortalkind must grow through their trials to discover their true selves." In all his years without faith the weight of a god's words had finally fallen on him. But it relieved him of more burden than it gave. Took away any doubt that things happened the way they were meant to.

Dio bit his lips at the offer to save him. "Wow, are you trying to turn me on with that line? Because it's working..." The thought of Hugo coming to rescue him and slaughtering all that stood before him was...endearing? arousing? A meld of both. But the pleasant feeling felt guilty and it was his turn to leave thoughts silenced in his own head. As such an act would make him no different than Sugaru, using his powers to achieve some twisted goal. And he would never wish to put such a stain on Hugo's precious soul.

Allowing him to speak without further interruption. Releasing all that swirled in his mind until those storm clouds in his dark eyes had calmed again. Dio kissed him because it felt needed. And as a reward for speaking the quiet things aloud with more ease than before. Arms wrapping around Hugo's neck and shoulder until their foreheads were rested together. "You didn't fail me, Hugo. If your intervened in what was planned for me then I would never be this version of me. We might not even be this version of us. Not all my scars are by your hand, nor your guilt to carry."

Wishing there was a way to take this burden from Hugo forever but such guilt was bred into his being. From those Hugo worked for when they were still human to his father's demand for proving himself now. Again Dio wished to take it away but would accept it as just being how Hugo was. And loving even those parts of him. "If there was a way to make you understand...to show you that how much I love you means more to me than how much you've wronged me in the past..." The words falling from his lips before he was quick enough to catch them. They knew they loved each other, it had to be no secret. But the pair seeming to be less comfortable with saying the words. While the other was awake at least.

But the words were said and Dio wasn't about to stand exposed on this ledge alone. "Hugo, do you love me? Do you plan to ever hurt me like that again? Will you ever abandon me? Your pantheon seems pretty big on their vows so make this vow to me. If you can promise all this to me then turn all that guilt you have into a fight to never wrong me again. Because if you do..." Shifting to his ear, his words so soft and love. "...I will be yours and only yours. And if you break that vow I will gladly put my blade through your heart and take what was offered to me when we were reunited." Kissing his ear ever so sweetly to seal his promise.

#xDio

thunderclasped

elias liked to think of himself as a man of intellect, someone who liked to know his chances - probability of loss & success. not a stalker. he did not rummage through people's cabins or underwear drawers, thanks. if they were a tv show, he'd say they were criminal minds. man, he loved that show when he was younger. regardless of that, he was promising meat to someone he knew & yet ...not. it was strange how the ark worked. you could live with fellow halfgods here, fight side by side with them, but barely know more than their name & yes, he knew that predicament he was in ...was due to his own shortcomings, but it was still fascinating nonetheless. "you look like someone who needs quite a bit of meat to function, so it's a deal. i know just the place, too." meat. that alone made him giggle at himself, though he remained calm except for the grin on his face.

elias' life had never been quiet & peaceful per se; least of all after the way he started it - not that anybody would ever know, but ...he'd enjoyed quiet hours with books at home, sure - who didn't? he still had chased adrenaline for most of it, though. always working, always taking on jobs, always on the move. maybe it was the past catching up to him, maybe that was why he'd dropped a life's work to become a hero - he didn't really know, but he was here now. the compliment doesn't go amiss, but the smile that that brought to his lips, turned up at dio's comment. "speak for yourself, dio." some of us like the type & elias did, unfortunately for his heart. not that he ever dared chasing what ... or who he desired. but still. "you know what? i'd like that." being here with someone would somewhat defeat the purpose of wanting to be alone with a good book, but company was ..just as nice. "i guess asking you how you like being a halfgod's not really necessary anymore."

blackandwhitebutblue

Elias came off as an intellect. A serious adult that read books and made decisions based on logic. However when he giggled over the obvious pun of 'meat' he showed an immature side of him that Dio liked. Smirking up at him catching the giggle and, if it weren't for his current status, he would've used it as a window to flirt. But he was a bit committed at the moment. Too bad they couldn't have gotten lost in the maze together prior. "From the looks of it you have a good supply of meat." Pointing to the slightly buffer build compared to his own. Those shoulders looked like they could break down a chained gate with ease. "Needed to maintain that physique I'm sure." But he too meant it with a double meaning of his words. Dio as well knew he wasn't the best with introductions but he was okay with that. Moments like these proved they all found a path to knowing more of their fellow demigods one way or another.

With hands lazily resting behind his head he readied to follow Elias outside of this maze. On their quest for meat and familiarity. Smiling at the thought of how his father would probably laugh his his once shy son who'd been too afraid of the water. Only to turn around became a surfer fanatic. Paths could always change with him but he did not mind the one he found him on. "Well not sure what your take is but it's not...bad? I mean none of this was planned for me. And the adrenaline addict in me is surely having a blast. But it all can get a little heavy at times. And I try to avoid heavy." One to enjoy his freedom and living unbound. Not that he felt chained to this life because he could leave any moment if he wanted to. Could be a result of having to take care of his sick father so young or his father's death giving him reason to enjoy what time he had left. "But I think of all the people I've helped since being here. The impact we have on the world when we save the day. It makes the loss of my quiet life worth it." A thin line between burden and duty.

#xElias #SORRY I MISSED THIS!!! FORGIVE ME!!!

timedandtaled

"Sorry," he rubbed at the back of his neck, fingers curling around long strands of black, "I feel kinda tense over everything right now." He'd taken some time to himself but didn't feel as relaxed or realigned as he'd needed to be, and he'd helped out at the docks and spoken with Dio there, that didn't constitute as spending time with him. "Chai sounds good," he took the joint, studied it for a moment with concerned brows, before nodding, and opting to go against his better nature. "Sure. One of these is better than a normal smoke, I suppose," he stood, turning to head out back, lighting it and taking a long drag of it while he waited for Dio. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was better than hot chocolate.

blackandwhitebutblue

Dio had a need for the routine. It was the only way to keep up everything going on to progress with it. His studies took up a lot time, his tending to the garden another portion, time with Hugo...training...questing...rinse and repeat. Armando was lucky him came once Dio was finishing his gardening or he would've been put to work as well. But thing was for certain Dio never pushed away a friend in need. Of a shoulder or just his company. It was just the effort of tracking him down long enough to stay in one place. "Dude, I'm the demigod of fucking farming, you think I can't grow proper weed for all that ails you?" He teased as Mando inspected his joint. However once he arrived to the back he could already tell he was catching the magic of good soil. "See." He handed over the mug. The Chai made with oat milk, cinnamon and a little honey for sweetness. The aroma sure to his nose as he took a sip. "So tell Dio what's got you so tense. I mean...there is a lot going on but I try to block out most of what I can."

#xArmando

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