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Tristan is roaming the streets doing a little recon as he keeps his head down. “I thought I said I could handle this on my own… I don’t need a chaperone….” he says when he stops and turns in an ally to confront the tail that’s been following him.
"Okay but like, you Ares kids are so not known for being civil and I definitely do not want you getting into fights.:
Maverick places his hands on his side but he remains alert, in case something goes. “You don’t wanna fight us? Then why the hell are you helping them? I’m also pretty sure you are the reason why some of us, including me, can’t remember shit about the last 3 years of our lives.”Â
"It's called strategy. The less you know, the less reason you'll have to fight." He scoffs. "And what do you mean, some of us?"
"Making a difference? You do realize she’s going to kill all of us if she overthrows Olympus, right?"
"Oh? I didn't know you guys were on a talking basis. You don't know anything, Brent. I bet you can't even remember me."
"What? Of course not." He looked at him carefully and realizes he was Felix. His mind plays the events of the past few days in his head and he realizes his significant absense. "Holy sh…you are one of them, aren’t you? on the dark side or whatever?" He says while reaching for his spear just in case.
"I prefer rebel, please and thank you." He corrects. "Oh, put that down. You do not want me getting serious." Felix sighs. "You should get scarce. Thing are getting pretty serious on Olympus and I don't want to fight you guys."
Brent turns fully and raises his eyebrows. “Well, I’m not a big fan of Hecate, so that helps.”
"Do you think I am? You guys are totally ignoring the big picture here. All everyone ever did was complained about how mommy and daddy didn't care about us. How we were their play things. I finally try and make a difference and suddenly I'm the bad guy." Felix huffs. "You're all a waste of my time."
Brent is walking carefully through the empty Manhattan streets, his hand tightly gripping his sword. When he hears something behind him, he pauses and looks around, pulling the sword out of its sheath.
Felix walks forward, dressed in light armor. "I don't understand how you could possibly fight for people who have literally given you nothing but grief your entire life."
Maverick was amazed by the fact that Apple already manufactured a 6th generation of iPhone. What’s not cool was there is no enough signal so he ended up in the roof. A grumbling distant sound snapped him out of his peaceful adventure. He looks over the surrounding from the rooftop and he saw the something from the distance. “Holy shit.” He muttered to himself and then he ran back inside and along the way, he bumped into someone.
"What it!" He looks up at Mav and groans. "Oh my gods, please tell me their not forcing you to fight."
Keaton swings his sword at Felix.
The purple aura expands and becomes a shield. "Pathetic," Felix goads.
He dropped his hands to his lap. “Sorry. I wish I was more useful.”
"Wow, who told you to stop?"
"Yeah, okay," he nods, then moves his head away as Felix’s hand gets closer. "What about, uhm, that special powers stuff? Like, based off of your parent? How do you get that to work?"
"Not everyone is blessed like me. It's all a part of you. I've always known I was special, so I cant tell you how to figure it out. I've got wonderful control though."
"Just leave Felix, before I start swinging," Keaton replied, raising his sword.
Felix laughs again. "Okay, you want to fight?" He holds out his hands and they begin to glow with a purple aura. "Let's go."
Keaton grips his sword, tightly. “It’s just you and I here right now, so I don’t believe that we’re uneven.”
"No, sweetie, we're definitely uneven. But go ahead and dream."
Keaton nearly falls off the bench when he sees Felix. “I suggest you leave, Felix,” he said, standing up.
Felix giggles mockingly. "You and what army?"
Keaton sits in the Arena on the side. He hand glides gently over the blade of his sword so he doesn’t cut himself. He sighs, encased in his thought.
Appears in the arena and looks around. "Now wear is that armory," he says, tapping his chin.
"I mean… I’d be fine with doing that. I just don’t think anyone would really listen to me. Not here at least. But if you want me to try I will."
"No, you're right. You're completely useless. Uuuugh."
"I haven’t met her. She… actually seems really scary honestly." he chuckled a bit and keeps trying to get the  headache to go away. "And if you need anything done… I’m normally just researching and helping out Lennon, so I’m pretty free for some grunt work if you need."
"So you want to start babysitting and telling off bitches who don't know their place?"
He nods, sighing, “It makes sense, I guess.”
"Don't worry, it'll all come together over time." He pats his cheek.
