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There was a chill in the air as Victor found himself lingering near one of the refreshment tables, the late October breeze causing his robes to rustle in the wind and a chill to run up his spine... or perhaps it was simply because his robe was loose, exposing the abdominal planes of his muscles that were covered in intricate purple "tattoos" that were drawn on his body - and arms, chest and neck. Either way, Victor was beginning to think he should have told Ziggy that he needed something to account for the chillier temperatures, but he was sure that the young son of Hera would have found some way to show off some of Victor's assets in some form.

Even if he truly had no idea what it was he was dressed as.

"So, what are you supposed to be?" Victor asked as he looked over at Lorenzo, arching a brow as he appraised his costume. Did he recognize what half of these people were? Hardly. But it was clear people took time and thought into their outfits.

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Anger rushed through him. Anger at the Titans, anger at himself, anger at Elian, anger at himself, anger at the demons... anger at himself. He should've been there, he should've protected the others enough so that no one felt as though they had to sacrifice their life... He should've been there so that Elian could still be here. But as much as he wish he could turn back time, as much as he wished he could've told Elian just how much he cared for him, he couldn't. He had to live with what happened.

And that meant he had to keep on living, he had to keep on doing what it was that Elian wanted him to do, to be who Elian saw he could be.

Deciding to take the anger, the grief, that washed over him, the son of Nemesis found himself in the training grounds, pouring himself into his training once more.

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It seemed that more and more campers were arriving to the camp, joining the rest of the demigods, and it had Victor curious. Was the influx of new demigods the Gods trying to say that they needed the help, or was it simply them finally listening to the song in their veins? He wasn't entirely sure, but he had made sure to make it a point that he was around to help the newcomers learn how to fight the best that he could - those that fought with magic he could really only offer himself as a practice target for them, but those with weaponry and armor? He could certainly help them learn how to wield and fight effectively.

One of the new guys, a son of Iris, had the son of Nemesis curious. He observed him for a few moments, waiting for the person that he was talking to to dissipate, before he moved towards him. "I'm sure you have heard this before, but welcome to camp," Victor stated as he approached, offering a palm to the other. "I'm Victor."