#heartsongstarters

[stanistrack]

OPEN!

location: training grounds

it's not the first time he's been here since moros, but it still feels somewhat new. he can feel the difference in his own vital force, not weak, not wounded (he has had one too many healers looking at him to be assured of it) but weaker, still.

his strength, his powers responds the same way though. the grave song ringing in his veins as clear as ever. he reaches into his pocket, throwing up a coin as usual, briefly meeting nyron's eyes in the distance. his silence is bothersome, even more than the physical reminders of what it took to keep moros with them.

he grunts, enchating the coin and tossing it through the air, gold coats his fingertips like it always had the soot covering his hands spreading further. satisfied with the necrotic energy he can feel spreading from the coin to the dummy, he brings out more. sending a few flying through the air, then stilling and dropping to the ground as someone crosses their path.

"sorry, i thought i was alone." he summons them back to his hand, a grin in his lips, "at least you can see i'm not any rusty after last quest." he would rather people not start doubting or fussing over him because of what happened.

[dirtyxpawx]

location: hot springs open: to everyone!

somehow, hughie had fallen asleep in the hot springs. head resting against the stony rim of a bath, hair damp from steam, the son of artemis all but snored lightly as he soaked in the warm waters that lapped at his bare, barrel-thick body. but in his slumber, changes had occurred to the other's skin. peeking from his shoulder-pads were ridges of hardened, emerald-green skin that resembled that of a crocodile's, scales that had unknowingly manifested as the water held him in its warmth.

but at the slightest movement nearby, hughie awoke with a jolt. lunging from the waters, rivulets of it cascading down his naked body, chartreuse-green eyes glowered at the intruder before he blinked – and the eyes were a pair of browns again, all of their previous aggression vanished. “sorry, mate,” hughie laughed. “think i was having a bit of a bad dream.” 

[stanistrack]

OPEN!

location: right outside the hades cabin

He stopped at the front of his cabin, (their cabin?) he didn't explore much. Not yet, it still feels a little strange being here, holy ground so to speak. It's not that he doubted his father, his mortal father that is, but it's one thing hearing stories of mysterious man who changed his life and seeing it in person. Meeting him.

And then realizing while he was searching for him in the worst and best of places he was preparing for war. Had he been chosen, or did he just become useful? He caught a glimpse of something in the dirt, near the path to his door and crouched to pick a single golden coin, lips pursed as someone approached.

"I keep finding these." He muttered, throwing it in the air between them, looking up at the other man. "I suppose it's better than finding bodies, isn't it?"

He got up, wiping away the dirt before he pressed his hand to the other's. "Stanislaw," he introduced himself, nodding towards camp, "what do you think of all this? We're in any shape to fight for the gods or is it more like olympic village on crack?"

[bladedjudicator]

Open Starter

Where: Training Grounds

Though Victor hadn't been at camp long, it was clear that he was beginning to make one place in particular a second home of sorts - the training grounds. Impressing some of his trainers with his swordsmanship when he first arrived - because, really, how many people were actually trained with a sword in this day and age compared to ages when it was far more common - it was obvious that Victor took his training seriously. Even if he was great at using his katana as an extension of himself, he did have to learn how to use it in a full suit of armor - and that was certainly knew. He was grateful, of course, that his armor wasn't as bulky as he had thought it would be. It allowed for fluid movement, allowing him to perform his acrobatic and dexterous attacks, but it was still a learning curve.

Of course, he was aware that others were there, too. After all, he was sure most of them had to brush up on their affinity for medieval weapons as he doubted many of them had experience with it prior to coming to camp, but he was certainly... impressed with the caliber of what he had seen. Whether it was someone with a bow or someone with a sword, he was able to observe them as he also worked against a training dummy, and when his gaze met theirs, he gave them a nod in respect and approval.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was a nod of invitation.