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[wxldhxrt]

Location: Temple of the Gods, Camp Godspeed

So this was where he was supposed to save the world? Kaiden still wasn’t convinced about that pitch, but he knew there was something special about him, something that he needed to understand and if coming here meant that could happen then he would figure out the rest along the way. He was good at that. 

Since arriving at camp and being given the ‘tour’, the first place the son of Hestia went was to the temple. He needed to see the face of the mother who abandoned him, who left him to rot with that despicable man. He stood in front of her huge marble visage, a deep frown creasing his brow, already feeling his palms grow hot with rage but Kaiden took a few breaths to calm himself. When he heard the temple doors open he expected to see one of the nymphs or satyrs perhaps even an acolyte coming to tend the statues, either way he continued to glare at the woman he’d never call mother. 

[jacksonthewise]

Honestly being in New York was easy, which was strange compared to the fundemental shift that the demi’s camp life had been.  Part of him missed the noise of Pali house, the sound of those loud voices and sounds of Beau making breakfast in the early morning, or the sounds of Ender still awake in the next room over working on the latest tattoo. But Jackson supposed that going from killing demons and gods back to the real word was always going to be somewhat of a rough transition for all of them. Still being aware of the magical world had it’s perks, it certainly opened up a few of the more magically inclined clubs if you knew were to look. Who knew Dyrads could be such good bartenders? 

It was enough noise and general merryment to block out any of the wistful feelings he might have been having about the camp, a hand curling around the bright blue drink in front of him with an amused tilt of his head at the strange beverage in front of him. He was, however, looking as fine as he ever did. A slick tight black shirt, that somehow dispite it’s simple nature just screamed expensive, his jeans showing off every fun little curve he had as shifted against the bar- his bulge rather noticable as he turned to lean back against it, to let his eyes run around the crowd. 

[sharpestlxves]

A grunt escaped him as he bent his legs in order to pick up the tent that he had brought with him. It wasn’t the fact that the tent was heavy, no, it was the backpack that was strapped to his back and everything else the new demigod was trying to carry with him. Pots, pans and other various things one would need to camp outside with and he was attempting to carry it all at once while picking up the tent. He was determined to make this one trip not wanting to back into the house they had told him he was to stay in. There was no way in hell he was staying in some knock off hostel with kids half his age. Cursing under his breath when he felt his backpack slip off of his shoulder, his eyes focused on someone passing by him. Now Izyk wasn’t typically the kind of person to stop and talk to the first person he saw about the weather or what was for dinner, so he tended to stay away from people. Which was why when he spoke, it came out gruff and almost a bark as he ordered, “you. Here. Now.”

[wrxn-blxkely]

      The night was clear and cool, no downcast of clouds as the arena was illuminated by torch light. Some of the clearing had been bathed in silver by the moon but it was faint as Wren stood there in the middle. Most nights there were few people here among the grounds, which the demigod took advantage of by practicing spells that were a bit difficult to do inside Mageia. Beneath the stars Wren stood without armor or blade at his side but instead palms facing upwards as a prismatic light trickled beneath his skin.                                  It was time to practice something new. 

    “Vast sea of stars, watery rite, I summon you here earth-side.” he started as flecks of light, small orbs, slowly flowed around him, “Travel close and envelop me in your waves---Cetus, Eridanus, Pisces---flow beside me, our guardians of the astral waters.” As he concentrated more light appeared. It swirled around him like a whirlpool, along with the orbs shifting as they painted the constellations he called upon.        Now the real test was for how long he could hold it. 

[cfserpents]

Viorel’s never done anything for his birthday.

It wasn’t as if he wanted to remember it, anyway. But, with the months at camp stirring in his head, likewise tugs back to Romania and his ‘family’, the man couldn’t deny that he felt the day bear down on his shoulders. Vio stroked Galen’s little head as he walked from Voithos towards the stables, aiming to bring Sorin with him to--where?

He didn’t have that part figured out, yet. The demigod looked around as he closed in, hoping to come across no one. They didn’t need to know. Rather, he hoped no one knew.

[crowntorn]

there’s a new feeling that resides within amadeo. for the first time in what felt like months, he’s outside without wearing his gloves. he’s not blasting his music through his earphones either. finally, he’s comfortable with the monster emotions and feelings can turn him into. 

the telepath twirls his new rapier around a couple of times with one hand. the light blade is different from what he’s grown used to in mount olympus. it’s lighter and reminds him of his days in spain. 

amadeo raises it when he sees someone passing. “en garde!” he shouts while raising it up in front of them. “i have questions to ask you pertaining to what you’d like to see in a nightclub around here. or, if you choose, a request for a spar.” 

[knightmaring]

accord practice

Hudson didn’t know himself.

Not in the emotional or psychological sense, but in the godly sense. Yes, he knew his father had domain over fear, or at least it was what his dad was best at, but Hudson didn’t really know how all of that was supposed to translate in terms of abilities. It left him feeling like a fish out of water when it came to combat. Which is why he figured some good old fashion practice was in order.

Clanking his longsword against his shield, Hudson grunted as he got into position, letting the other demigod know he was ready to start. Mara peeps through the shadows between his feet, watching the demigods with a hint of amusement.

[unchevalnoir]

“Yeah. They’re totally checking you out right now. Not surprised are you?”