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[bladedjudicator]

A sense of unease settled within the son of Nemesis as he approached the Hades cabin, a chill having settled in his bones after the events that transpired in Pennsylvania. Though he was sure that the son of Hades that had traveled with them had dispelled of the spirits when he had instructed them to attack the giant enemy that had threatened them all, it didn't hurt to get a second look to ensure that there was no remnants of spectral activity lingering within.

The last thing he wanted was to hurt someone, anyone, because he was being controlled by something other than himself. And for someone that prided himself on control, on keeping himself in check? That thought was beyond frightening.

"Stanis?" Victor called out as he knocked upon the door. "It's Victor."

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[divineholdings]

@stanistrack location: on the path near the armory notes: was slow on party starters, so figured post would be better so it's not old before we start lol

Raúl  leaned  casually  against  the  armory’s  stone  wall,  the  late  sun  warming  his  face  and  casting  long  shadows  over  the  quiet  camp.  A  gentle  breeze  rustled  the  leaves  in  the  nearby  trees,  carrying  faint  sounds  of  laughter  and  distant  footsteps  from  the  training  grounds.

He  spotted  Stanis  approaching and saw his chance,  he  recalled  seeing  him  briefly  at  the  wedding  but  never  found  a  moment  to  speak.

He  pushed  off  the  wall,  offering  a  warm,  easy  smile.  “Stanis,  right?  Don't  think  we've  officially  met  yet.  I'm  Raul,  you  probably  know  that.”

Short  pause. 

Raúl’s  thoughts  drifted  to  the  possibility  —  maybe  they  could  build  on  the  past  fights  they  shared,  sharpen  their  skills  side  by  side.  “If  you  ever  want  to  practice  together,  we  make  a  good  team  on  the  battlefield.”  he  added,  voice  steady  but  inviting,  “I’m  ready  whenever.  Could  be  good  to  keep  that  going.”

Watching  Stanis,  Raúl  wondered  what  the  other  demigod  made  of  the  offer.  He  knew  strength  came  not  just  from  power  but  from  the  bonds  you  forged,  especially  among  those  who  carried  burdens  heavier  than  most.

Maybe  this  was  the  start  of  something  worth  fighting  for.  He  knew  he  couldn't  just  stick  to  the  same  one  and  a  half  people  in  came  for  the  entirety  of  his  stay  and  someone  as  sophisticated  as  Stanis  seemed  like  the  perfect  reason  to  start  branching  out.