#sweatforged

[athenianwit]

closed for @sweatforged location kratos' cabin

on his second quest, atticus felt a lot more secure in his gifts. despite the quest going almost as horribly as it could have, everyone in their party survived and killed the monsters. he even got a beautiful lions lane as a reward, though he still needed to decide what he was going to do with it. once they returned to the camp, he nearly collapsed to the ground and thanked his mother that he was back safely. the first thing he wanted to do was spend the rest of the day in a bath before crashing for the evening.

once nightfall was cast over the camp and atticus was getting ready for bed, he couldn't sleep. there was one person on his mind, silas. although he knew almost nothing about the man, they now had a bond from today's quest. he'd stopped his fellow godling from falling to his death and tried to protect him during the fight. still in his night attire, atticus grabbed a lantern and made his way across the camp to find the others cabin. he didn't know if silas even cared to talk to him, but he still felt an obligation to check in on him.

"uh, hi" he said once silas opened the door. "i know it's late, i.. just wanted to check on you. make sure you were okay." he was trying not to be awkward about this, even if that was hard for him. "want me to check your cuts?"

[timexticksxby]

Location; Near the Agora With; Silas @sweatforged

Mismatched.

It's probably something subtle, just a difference in the grain of the wood where there wasn't meant to be a difference, and it didn't quite seem to match up with everything else, but he catches it while wandering past the Agora. And then it's suddenly all that's on his mind because that meant history there.

"Did something happen to the shops?" It's mostly just said aloud, assessing some of the other buildings now that his attention had been drawn toward it. And it's only after he vocalized the thought that he registered the presence of somebody else nearby an- "That has to be the weirdest introductory question I've ever done before, Jesus Chri- Hi, I'm Calvin, I'm new to camp, this is an actual introduction and not me asking about architecture."

[hearthwxrmth]

Location; The Bath Houses With; Silas @sweatforged

Was there the very real possibility that Gabriel hadn't looked at the signs to dictate which was private and which was public when entering the bath houses and being vaguely gestured toward the very public one? Oh, absolutely. After wearing a toga for most of the night before, being settled in just a towel somehow felt less revealing. He just... Needed to check out what was on offer, right? Besides that, he could swear there was still the lingering smell of...

He was just refer to it as the smell of Dionysus on him and not linger on what, exactly, made up the composition of it. Gabriel figured that was the safest bet.

Sinking in to the water coaxed a groan from his lips before he could help it, letting the heat of the water soak in to his bones, and almost letting his eyes slide shut. It was only when they were on the border of it that, as the cloud of steam that had risen up as he entered cleared...

Yeah. There was somebody else. He didn't squeak, as much as the groan turned in to a pitch or two higher.

"I- This is the. Public one, isn't it?" First impressions clearly were not going to be Gabriel's strong point.

[sonsofjustice]

a yawn leaves the lips of the son of nemesis, nearly falling asleep in the mess hall. he hadn't been sleeping very well, though it was clearly of his own irresponsibility. it took a while to adjust to his new surroundings, making it feel as safe as possible. his cabin was certainly not entirely to his liking, way too fancy for a rustic guy like wolfram. still, it felt... comfortable, safe even, especially after he added some modifications to feel more safe.

all that came at the cost of sleep, however. he glances up as someone new sits before him, a face he hadn't yet met. supposed that'd be happening here for a while. he simply nods in greeting, too tired to be formal.

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[oceanfoams]

two wing-shaped blades go soaring through the air, crashing into the training dummy like the harsh waves of the sea. a series of quick, powerful swipes send ice-cold water everywhere, but the son of poseidon was far from done. a puddle forms beneath his feet, expanding until he drops straight through it, disappearing from sight for a brief moment.

on the other side of the battlefield, another pool forms, hunter leaping out of it and—shit.

he flails for a moment, reaching heights not intended for this ability. as he falls, its toward a familiar figure, silas. with a loud thud, he crashes straight into the son of kratos, groaning at the impact. it probably hurt silas a hell of a lot less.

"ouch. fuck me—"

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[seaspraycd]

ronan  wasn't  one  who  followed  social  conventions.  he  had  always  operated  to  the  beat  of  his  own  drum  and  camp  was  truly  no  different  despite  being  surrounded  by  others  who  also  were  connected  to  divinity.  camp  was  in  mourning  and  ronan  had  never  felt  more  alive  in  his  fucking  life. 

  so  much  so  that  he  decided  to  make  his  way  to  the  training  pits  to  test  the  limits  of  this  swell  of  divinity  from  touching  the  heartsong  and  making  it  out  alive  —  ronan  taking  a  moment  to  think,  perhaps  gabe  had  been  there  in  that  moment  to  help  them  suceed  as  the  warmth  did  to  comfort  and  warm.

  but  he  couldn't  focus  on  that  when  his  mind  buzzed  on  the  endless  possibilities  and  so  to  the  training  grounds  he  went,  eyes  peeled  for  others  who  may  have  also  touched  it  but  didn't  feel  the  need  to  announce  it  so  blatantly.

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[athenianwit]

closed for @sweatforged

location the dionysus cabin

event toga party

it'd been one hell of a weekend for atticus, a quest that quickly went sideways where he nearly died and being thrust into a thunder dome that felt like it was never going to end. still bruised up, the son of athena wasn't exactly in the party mood but he promised ender he would stop by one of the nights. even if he wasn't the type to get party like this. he would have preferred a good book in bed. being offered a drink, atticus didn't realize how strong it was or how quickly it was hitting him.

starting to feel the buzz, he saw someone else who looked so out of place here. silas. gripping his glass in one hand, he made his way over to the older godling. "silas," his voice was filled with excitement as he held onto the nearby wall to keep his balance. "i'm so glad to see you here." his inhibitions were loosening up. "i wanted to say thank you for killing that vampire who stabbed me." the dumb smile spread over his face as he leaned forward to whisper in the others ear. "i really like you and i don't feel like i tell you enough how happy i am that you're here at camp."

[athenianwit]

closed for @sweatforged location the bath houses

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privacy was important to atticus, he'd never been the type to show skin and wasn't a fan of the bath houses. they were so open and most of the other godlings didn't have the same reservations he did. when he did opt to use them, atticus usually tried to find times when everyone was off doing something else. that wasn't the case today, he desperately needed to unwind in the cool waters after a stressful day. most of the pools were full and when he approached the last pool, he saw a familiar face sitting there. "oh," he stopped himself at the door way. "sorry, didn't realize this pool was occupied." his eyes did their best to not look down at silas' muscular chest.