[fierywhitehawk]

phillipbrx‌:

‘‘It will taste a lot more than okay next if you can get past the trauma,’‘ he mused, before firmly shaking Dakota’s hand. ‘‘Hestia, huh? I think you’re the first one of you kind,’‘ hopefully the last, but he wasn’t going to sound so pessimistic right off the bat. ‘‘You’re lucky we can’t compare you to the last guy,’‘ Phillip mused, watching the other male raised an eyebrow when he offered him snacks. ‘‘We all have different taste in food, I’ll watch you test it out and will probably laugh under my breath a few times. Who said we were here to make it easy for you?’‘ He smirked to himself but raised his hands in an innocent fashion. 

As stupid as it may sound, he couldn’t help to add: ‘’love the long hair.’’

“Yeah, I think I read that she was a virgin goddess, so I’m really curious how I was born,” Dakota said with a laugh. He really didn’t care, he hadn’t asked too many questions about his mother growing up. It wasn’t that he didn’t care he just had other things keeping him busy. School, work, the Reservation, friends, life just slipped away from him and he didn’t get the chance to ask his father. He gave a nod and grinned towards the male. “I think we all would be boring if we had the same taste in food. But I asked what your favorite was,” he explained.

When the comment about his hair came he chuckled and looked over at the male. “Thanks. Love the curls,” he said with a wink of his own.

[fierywhitehawk]

sleeparalyzed‌:

silas had seen plenty of demigods suffer from their first night on ambrosia, but this one took the cake, by far. he’s watching from a distance, a bit amused all things considered, how the stranger seems more like he’s waking up from a long night of partying versus taking an ambrosia trip. “sick hangover, bro.” he teases, attempting to help the demigod to his feet. “we haven’t had a drowning yet, but we’re counting on it.” the son of hypnos laughs softly, giving the newbie a once over.

“it’s a little late, but we can get you some good eats.” he nods toward a path leading to the banquet hall. “what’s your name, dude? feel like we’ve got a load of newbies rolling in.”

Dakota’s entire body felt like it had been run over by a train or something. Sick hangover was right, he really would go off of drinking if this was how it felt afterwards. He grinned over at the male, knowing that if it was all over then he could start picking up the pieces of his bruised body. Figuratively. He took the hand and stood up, groaning loudly as he did, everything hurt. “Fuck, this is the worst body-ache I’ve ever had,” he told the male as he stood up and sighed.

“i’m Dakota, son of Hestia,” he said as he looked over at the male. “You wouldn’t happen to have any ibuprofen would you?” he asked, hopeful that maybe the other had something that would take the pain from his body.

[daith-lover-amoreux-deactivated]

After losing so many people, Daith had started to realize something. Or more like, remember something: The pain of losing someone did not decrease… you just went along with it until it had hurt long enough for you to not notice it’s there anymore. But he had to admit he felt… a bit hollow. Damaged. He felt his heart had been broken and, while trying to hold it together, he had pierced other parts of him with the shards. But the pain would go away. Soon he’d feel better. Because he had to. 

He was immersed in these grim thoughts when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around and smiled at the other, although his smile vanished quickly. He couldn’t hold it too long these days. “Hi there… I’m sorry. Did you need something?” he asked, realizing all his knives were stuck at the practice dummy in front of him. “I was just… taking a break… I am training” he added, a bit more defensive than he intended. 

[fierywhitehawk]

Dakota had been practicing with the longbow, he had been on the archery team in high school so this felt natural to him. He aimed an arrow at a dummy and sent it flying. When it hit the target he grinned, looking around to see if anyone else had been watching him. He spotted the male and something washed over him. He felt the urge to go comfort the male, to tell him that everything was going to get better. He didn’t know the first thing about this guy but he knew that there was a hollow hurt expression on his face.

He walked over to see if he could break the man from his daze and he did. The smile wasn’t as real as Dakota had hoped he would get. He chuckled at the defensive tone. Reaching out he put a hand on the male’s shoulder. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked, offering a small smile. After drinking the ambrosia his hands always felt warm, he hoped this would help soothe the male. “I’m Dakota, by the way.”

[fierywhitehawk]

asher-isontime‌:

“Yeah, and judging by the way some of these guys are talking, what we’re going to fight is no joke,” he remembered hearing something about manticores, grffiins, and dragons. “I guess all we can do at this point is prepare for the worst, and hope we don’t get torn apart by it,” he shrugged. It wasn’t a lighthearted matter, despite how much Asher tried to pretend it was all a joke. “Do you ever just have to stop and wonder – this has got to be a mistake. They’ve got the wrong person,” he turned to the look at the other demigod, “I guess it all just feels a little surreal.”

“Goddess of hearth and home, that’s cool,” he forced. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but there wasn’t necissarily anything badass or intimidating by a demigod of family and home life. “Yeah, maybe. I haven’t really gotten a chance to explore them yet. What about you? Do you have any idea what kind of powers your mom passed down to you?”

He hadn’t noticed until now, but he actually hadn’t even eaten anything since he’d come to camp. He’d been so preoccupied with becoming a demigod and all, it had completely slipped his mind. “Yeah, you know, I could definitely eat. I just… don’t know exactly where to go. Is there a cafeteria here? Or do we just fend for ourselves?”

Dakota was very worried about most of those things. It wasn’t like he had spent all of his life training to be a fighter or anything. In fact he had spent a lot of time just learning how to navigate his home. Being a person. “I mean, part of me has wondered why now? If they could have why not have given us the ambrosia at a younger age and start training us up to fight before now? I had a life back home,” he said as he scratched the back of his head.

When the male said his godly parent was cool he looked at him and then narrowed his eyes. “You’re such a liar,” he chuckled before nudging the male with his shoulder. He knew that it might not seem like a good parent to have but he knew he would be able to do good things as Hestia’s son. He reached out and took Asher’s hand in his own and tugged him towards where he recalled smelling like food.

“Come on, let’s go this way. I think they call it banquet hall or something,” he said leading the male by the hand as they walked through the camp. It was something he had done since a kid, lead by holding people’s hand. “I guess we will have to find out soon what our powers are, huh? I haven’t a clue yet. But I have noticed the bonfire I woke up next to wasn’t burning me. So maybe I’m fireproof or something.”

[warscn]

        𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘,  a  soft  hiccup  escaping  his  lips.   xander  had  taken  a  few  shots  of  ambrosia  and  well––  here  was  xander,  tipsy  as  he  could  be.   he  knew  if  he  drank  more,  his  walls  would  be  long  gone.   especially  for  the  person  that  he  was  smiling  like  an  idiot  too.    ❛   what,  i  can  have  fun  too !!  ❜   he  stated.    ❛   i’m  not  always  the  mad  boy  everyone  states  that  i  am.   ❜   //  open  starter

[fierywhitehawk]

Dakota was a newbie to this all so he knew that getting along with the new demigods was needed. He had a drink or two with some of them and he was feeling pretty good. This was different from the way ambrosia made him feel last time. Smiling at one of the demigods he was only thinking of cute he looked, not really anything else. “Well, if I can be honest, no one has said anything to me about you being a mad boy,” he explained. “I just thought you looked cute, so I was looking at you,” he shrugged.

[fierywhitehawk]

phillipbrx‌:

Phillip has been watching the new guy from a comfortable distance during his ambrosia-fueled night. The only way for the demigods to stop the pain was to drown themselves, so he thought it was his responsibility to make sure everything was happening as smoothly as possible. Knowing the other male was safe and sound, in his cabin, at the end of the day was enough to make him stop acting like a worried mom.

He was glad to see Dakota walked to the bonfire, later on, a steady pace, looking like he was slowly getting rid of the bad side effect of the liquid. ‘’You have no idea how good Ambrosia is going to taste now,’’ he simply told the other male with a small smile. The liquid of the Gods. It was like fancy wine, now. If he wasn’t too scarred by the experience. ‘’There’s a place where you can get food, you can also sneak whatever taste better than our cafeteria into your luggage when we leave for the trials,’’ he mused, standing still in front of the bonfire, his hands in front of him getting himself warmed up after patrolling the camp. 

‘‘I’m Lip, by the way. Son of Poseidon and… I might have snacks in my cabin if you want.’‘

“It tasted okay the first time. Just hated what happened to me,” Dakota said as he popped his neck and stretched his arms over his head. He grinned towards the male as he spoke, stepping closer to him. He figured the food here might be mostly whatever they got from the towns near the camp, which wouldn’t include some of the snacks that he was used to back home. He sighed and then there was the mention of the trials. Gods, he hadn’t even thought about the trials since last night. He was too busy fighting off skinwalkers that he was taught as a kid were the boogey man.

When the male introduced himself he straightened up his back and held out a hand for the other to shake. “I’m Dakota, son of Hestia,” he said with a nod. He grinned at the idea of having snacks. “What kind of snacks might you have in your cabin?” he asked raising an eyebrow. “Also, you’ll have to show me which food around here is your favorite cause I’m sure its nothing I’m going to be very familiar with.”

[lili-mj]

[fierywhitehawk]

asher-isontime‌:

“That’s not foreboding at all,” he quipped with a sigh. This place was just getting creepier and creepier. His head was still reeling from the ambrosia hallucinations earlier, and now? Now he had come discover he really was cut off from life as he knew it. “They take out to the middle of nowhere, give us strange powers, cut off our connection with the outside world. What’s next? Have us battle each other to the death?” Perhaps he was getting a little overdramatic, it wasn’t like Hermes actually gave him reason to distrust him. He’d come here on his own after all.

“Hey Dakota,” he smiled and hopped down from his rock, reaching over to shake the other man’s hand. “Hestia… what was she the goddess of again?” his ancient greek pantheon trivia was a bit rusty, even after all of the information that had been dumped on him. “I’m son of Cronus, Time god.” Truthfully, he’d had no idea who that was until Hermes explained it to him. Ever since coming to the camp, he realized just how much he had to catch up on. “So how long have you been here? Are you about as new as I am?”

Dakota couldn’t help but laugh a little at the male being overdramatic. He didn’t think being without cell service was funny, nor was the situation they were in, however the way the male acted about the whole was a little amusement in what seemed like a long bad dream. “I don’t think they will make us fight each other, but I am pretty sure we are going to have to fight something,” he said after his laughter died down. he licked his lips as he shook the male’s hand. He wasn’t too familiar with mythology either. Growing up he knew more about Native American lore than anything.

“She is the goddess of hearth, home, and family, I believe. I’ve seen people say she is the fireplace goddess or something,” he said with a shrug. “Pretty cool your father is the god of time though. Must give you some cool powers,” he said with a grin. Giving a nod he crossed his arms over his chest and looked around at the camp grounds. “I think I arrived just after you. I still feel the ringing in my head from the ambrosia. Wanna find something to eat?”

[fierywhitehawk]

Dakota woke up to find himself outside of the bonfire that was in the middle of the cabins. He looked around, sitting up and feeling the worse hangover of his life. But he hadn’t been drinking alcohol, no, he drank the ambrosia. The night had been full of pain and things that scared him to the core. He was sure that he kept to his cabin but somewhere along the way he must have gotten out and fallen asleep next to the fire. Twigs and dirt littered his long hair as he looked around the different cabins. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He felt different.

Hearing a sound behind him he turned his head quickly and spotted someone standing nearby. He sighed and got up from the ground. “Is everyone’s night after drinking ambrosia as great as mine must have been?” he asked, brushing some dirt away from his body before shaking his hair out too. “I feel like I got ran over by a bus and that I could throw one across a field too,” he chuckled, twisting his hair into a bun on top of his head. “So, where can a guy get some food around here?”

[asher-isontime]

To say this entire situation was a shit storm of overwhelming nonsense would have been an understatement. Just last week he was in Chicago, sitting in the director’s box at the world premier of his mother’s play. Now? Well now Asher had no idea where he was really. Camp Halfblood sounded like the name of some freaky commune you went to to get away from the world, not save it. Still, after what happened last night, and everything Hermes told him, he knew that there had to be some truth to it, despite how ridiculous it all sounded.

The son of Cronus wandered through the woods, cell phone in hand, raised above his head. While the Satyrs were busy moving the truck load of luggage into his cabin, Asher had decided to let his friends back home know he hadn’t been abducted. Though to be fair, not that he thought about it, he kinda was.  Hazel eyes squinted into the screen, searching for just one bar, one bar to pop up. He didn’t remember seeing any cell towers in on the way, but there had to be something. They couldn’t be cut off from the outside world there. Could they?

Never one to give up all that easily, the demigod wandered through the camp, and absentmindedly down a path that lead to the lake. He hopped on of a large bolder over looking the water, waving his arm like a monkey trying to catch a signal. It wasn’t until he saw someone approach out of the corner of his eye did he finally let his arm rest. “Hey, can I barrow your phone? Mine isn’t getting any service. Fucking at&t,” he huffed, offering a half smile before finally tucking his phone in his pocket. “I’m Asher, by the way.”

[fierywhitehawk]

This whole situation had been a little intense. He was back home in Arizona helping his father out on the Reservation when he got the call. The thing had turned his world upside down and now he was in another country for the first time ever. He was offered once to go to Canada with some friends in high school just for fun but he couldn’t make it. He had to help his father out in any way he could, being his father’s only child.

He was still getting his bearings on the place as he walked through the camp. It was so big that he was sure he could get lost for days. But his feet kept on moving and he was in the hopes he would spot someone to get his way back to his cabin. Suddenly a voice broke him from his thoughts and he looked towards the male. His cell phone? Had he even grabbed his phone before coming here? He patted his pockets and felt the rectangle of his phone and fished it out of his pocket. He turned the thing on, having turned it off on the travels here to avoid it dying on him.

“I don’t think it is AT&T,” he said as he saw the screen turn on and that he also had no signal. Turning his phone over he showed Asher the lack of service. “I have Verizon, which is suppose to get service everywhere. Guess magical camps don’t count,” he chuckled. “I’m Dakota, nice to meet you, Asher. Who is your Godly parent?” he asked, curious about the man. “I’m a son of Hestia.”

[smplmchn]

“–you don’t… there’s no way you’re gonna let that one go, is there.”

graham had his a sword stuck in his teeth – one that looked rather nice, closer to finished than what the dragon usually snacked on. zeke was crouched, elbows over his knees, having given up on trying to take the weapon back.

eyes honed on in zeke, the dragon leaned one way, then the other, metal spikes rippling side to side as he shifted his weight back and forth. zeke’s brows drew in. “wait, do you… are you trying to play?” cautiously, rather than jerking the sword from graham, zeke grabbed the hilt gently. sliding it carefully from between graham’s teeth, he held it out, as if to throw–

but he stopped himself just in time. another demigod crossed his intended trajectory, and he’d flinched before even letting the weapon fly. “–sorry, sorry, just. don’t mind me. or him.” he patted the dragon’s head in apology, offering the weapon back – which was promptly trapped under a claw on either side, and gnawed upon. remaining low to the ground, zeke looked up at the other. “have you met him yet? I mean. after everything.”

[fierywhitehawk]

Norway, he could not believe he was in Norway! Dakota walked around the campus, trying to take everything in as he sighed. It had been a crazy couple of days, finding out that he was a son of a Goddess, that they were really real and that he was going to be important in helping save the gods of Olympus. It just didn’t seem like it was very real to him. But here he was, surrounded by creatures he had never seen before and talking to people who could do some incredible things.

When he heard the words he turned his head towards the sound and gasped as he saw the dragon. His hands flew up to cover his mouth before he realized he wasn’t in danger. His hands slowly fell away from his mouth and he shook his head. “Nope, can’t say I have met him,” he said with a grin, slowly starting to feel less stiff and scared. “Nor you, I’m Dakota,” he said as he made his way towards the other demigod. He held his hand out towards him. “Son of Hestia.”

Dark eyes looked over the dragon once more before back to the male before him. “Does he have a name?” he asked, letting his hands slide into his pockets. He felt more at ease when he shrank a little but he was trying to seem confident too.

[lili-mj]

[lupitalover]