Child of Techne

He smirked, and followed her. “Es is rad, isn’t she? And Rylen, too. Everyone here is rad.” He grinned. “I’m surprised you haven’t socialized more. Your whole personality screams ‘EXTROVERT’.”

Did it? Victoria laughed, feeling lucky. Extrovert was better then ‘a complete and utter loser!’ Thinking a moment, she nodded. “Yea, I'll have to get out more. Though you only have yourself to blame, you’re just so interesting, I cant pull myself away!” Victoria joked, of course, but she really did enjoy Coles company. He seemed pretty cool.

He nodded. “Cooking is pretty cool. Es calls me an oven in spanish, since I’m kinda like a stove myself.” He grinned. “Have you met Cassie or Elliot? They’re the kids of Demeter, the goddess of food. You might like them.” Gods knows I do. He grinned.

“I have not. But they sound delightful.” She grinned and began moving towards the archery range, hoping to catch some foam action. “I have met Es and she is the best! Totally rad.”

He ran a hand through his hair, extinguishing it. “Yup, I was.” He raised an eyebrow. “That wasn’t a good excuse… you know things like that are serious, right?” He shrugged. “Whatever… anyways, I can control fire. Py-ro-ki-ne-sis.” He said, sounding out each syllable for her. He held out his palm, and a fire broke out on it. “It’s a pretty cool power, unless you’ve been making out too long and things get a little… hot.” He laughed.

“What, the you having a moment or burning down camp? You know things like that are serious, right?” She mocked him playfully. Victoria hoped he wouldn't become one of those people who she had to censer herself around. She listened to him explain the power, wondering if he thought she was an idiot or something. Nodding, she smiled as if impressed. “Very nice. Alas, I have no such powers. I am wicked at cooking though.”

He raised his eyebrow, taken aback. “Hey! I was literally melting!” His head caught on fire, and he made his voice sound frantic. “Victoria! I could burn down the whole camp!’ He was fighting the urge to laugh.

#claiming #tnchbstarter #victoria

She swallowed a laugh and put on a panicked expression. “OH GODS, THE HUMANITY!” She grabbed the boys arm and tugged him away from the baffled onlookers. Once they were out of tight, Victoria exploded into laughter. “Hot hell! Are you actually on fire?”

#tank you #ft cole

Claimed!

Victoria had managed to get to the top of the terrifying climbing wall without dying. She stood up top and did a little dance, celebrating her achievement. “Oh fucking yea mother fuckers!” The girls called, giddy from almost meeting her maker about a dozen times. Giggling, she continued her awkward, poorly choreographed dance.

“Do you intend to kiss your mother with that mouth?” Came a voice behind her. The girl froze and turned slowly. Her eyes fell to a beautiful.. Spirit. She wasn’t very solid. “Well, not that you actually can..” Said the spirit woman, looking down at her form. “Maybe in a few years I’ll gather up the strength to become solid again.”

Victoria opened her mouth, but for a few seconds, nothing came out. Then, like a dam breaking, words fell out her lips. “You’re.. You’re really my mom? Oh my gods why are you.. FUCKING YES I KNEW THAT WOMAN WASN’T MY REAL MOM! Who are you? What are you?”

The woman laughed, looking over her daughter. She adored the girl, though she didn’t have long to be with her. “I, Techne, am the er.. Well the mythology isn’t clear on what I am. Either a goddess or daimona, a spirit. I reside over art and craftsmanship. Though.. When I look into you, I see you lean towards the craftsmanship, rather then art.” Her form flicked. The goddess was running out of time. It’d taken all she had just to muster up this form. Reaching out, she touched Victoria’s forehead. “I claim you, my child!”

Like that she was gone. And while Victoria was sad, she felt.. Good. Really good. Like for once in her life, all her parts fit into place. Like her arms weren’t to long and her feet weren’t to big. For once she didn’t feel like some twisted doll, made up of miss matched parts. A huge, happy smile came to her face. “I am the daughter of Techne!” She shouted, not especially caring if no one cared. She’d been claimed.

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Lyra sighed, couldn’t she just cry in peace? Was that too much to ask for, for fucks sake. Who the hell calls people buddy? “No one made me cry, I’m just… ugh. It’s fine anyway, nothing is going to change how I feel or what I think. I’ll just have to learn to live with everything’s that happened, whether I want to or not. Spoiler alert: I don’t want to.”

“I made myself cry, on my own, and the people who made me cry indirectly are already dead, so there’s no real point there.”

The girl blinked, staring at Lyra with wide eyes. "Heavy." Victoria settled against the same tree, not looking at the obviously upset girl. She wanted to.. To help? To not be helpless. It was in her nature to fix things. "I lost my rabbit. I think I was to in his face about a sailor suit I wanted him to wear." Victoria had panicked. When things got sad, she got dumb. Biting her bottom lip, she attempted to be clever or.. Something. "Well um... I'm sorry for bothering you. But I thought that.. You could use a crying buddy. Crying alone is no fun."

#ft lyra

First Day at Camp

Victoria, ever the optimist, expected to hate camp. The trip there was long and she was still lightly salted about her mothers halfhearted send off. It was mildly upsetting how easily the woman was tricked into sending her fifteen year old child to a camp all the way across the country. The girl shook her head, stepping out of the Hermes cabin where she had just dropped her stuff. She still wore her backpack, the black mass clashing with her whole.. Cute, carefree, tough girl vibe. But Victoria felt safe with her backpack. That backpack was her home. Looking around, a small, slightly crooked, mischievous grin came to her pretty face. Camp looked nice. It looked fun. “Yea.. I can rock with Camp Hal-Blood.”

Cato noticed the girl exit the Hermes cabin. He didn’t recognize her, so she must be new. “Hey, I’m Cato. Who are you?”

The girl raised an eyebrow, looking over the kid. He seemed pretty cool. She crossed her arms and shrugged, playing some random character. “What’s it to ya, kitty Cat?” Why she was playing tough, not even Victoria knew. But she was only playing. A grin came to her face and she punched the guys arm. “Names Victoria. I’m new. Undetermined parent.” She just answered all the usual questions.

He smiled and chuckled a bit. “Kitty cat? That one’s new.” He held out his hand. “Victoria, like our Queen. Well, my queen at least. I do hope you find out your parent soon. The Hermes cabin has loads of rubbish everywhere.”

“Loads of rubbish?” Victoria laughed and raised an eyebrow. She looked around, as if someone was listening. “Better not let anyone hear you.. They may be rubbish, but they are fashionably rubbish.” She’d grown to like the chaotic, blonde, mischievous children of cabin eleven.

“Oh, goodness me, no! The Hermes children are delightful. They just have loads of rubbish on their floors. Forgive me.” He muttered, “Hopefully, none of them heard that.”

She nodded her agreement and grinned. The girl looked over Cat in silence, trying to get a read on his deal. He was British, apparently, and kinds good looking. He seemed to defy her ‘People who are good looking AND British are either dumb or tools’ theory. He seemed like a solid guy. Finally, with a smile, Victoria held out a hand. “Well even if they did, I’d sass them about the rubbish on the floor and you’d be fine. And hey, its nice to meet you, Cat Man.”

He takes her hand. “Pleasure. Honestly, my gentleman instincts would clean up the cabin before I even thought about it. Hey, did you tell me how old you are? You seem young.”

Gentleman instincts? Victoria laughed. She wasn’t someone who ever set off anyone’s ‘gentleman instincts’. She was someone the gentleman asked to step out of the way, so he could get to the girl who was in need of a gentleman. The girl bowed dramatically and kissed Cato’s hand, to make a point. “Believe me, dear sir, while appreciated, your gentleman instincts are wasted on someone like me.” She stood then, a smirk on her face. “And I am 15. Not so young I think. How old are you?”

He chuckled. “You’re fifteen? That’s always nice. I’m nineteen. Been living just a tad longer than you.” He kissed her hand in return. “You’re down-right brilliant, you know that?”

“I do but, feel free to say it again, old man.” Victoria laughed and stretched, yawning widely. She was still a little groggy and needed to wake up. Looking over Cato, the girl grinned. “Wanna grab a bite, then spar? I’ve been wanting to try my hand and it.”

“Sure thing, kiddo. I’ve been meaning to try and learn how to spar, but I’ve always put it off. Now, I have a good reason to do it.” He started to walk to the Pavilion. “What kind of food do you fancy, Miss Victoria?”

Kiddo? Victoria raised an eyebrow and punched Cato in the ribs, a little harder then intended. “Hey, none of the pet name crap. I am a very mature fifteen, thank you very much.” She laughed then, following him to the pavilion. “And I like chicken strips. With JoJo’s.” She was excited to finally fight with Big Daddy, the sword she’d selected to be hers. He was a fantastic sword!

He covered his torso, blocking her from punching him again. “Hey! Why’d you go and do that, mate? Sparring hasn’t begun yet, now has it?” He stopped right before the steps to the pavilion. “I don’t think I’m familiar with ‘JoJo’s’. What is that?”

"I dont like 'kiddo', mate." She grinned, pleased she could startle him so. Then she sat down and rubbed her hands together. "JoJo's are amazing wedges of potatoes that give me life." The girl grinned and looked around. "How do we order?"

#Ft Cato

First Day at Camp

Victoria, ever the optimist, expected to hate camp. The trip there was long and she was still lightly salted about her mothers halfhearted send off. It was mildly upsetting how easily the woman was tricked into sending her fifteen year old child to a camp all the way across the country. The girl shook her head, stepping out of the Hermes cabin where she had just dropped her stuff. She still wore her backpack, the black mass clashing with her whole.. Cute, carefree, tough girl vibe. But Victoria felt safe with her backpack. That backpack was her home. Looking around, a small, slightly crooked, mischievous grin came to her pretty face. Camp looked nice. It looked fun. “Yea.. I can rock with Camp Hal-Blood.”

Cato noticed the girl exit the Hermes cabin. He didn’t recognize her, so she must be new. “Hey, I’m Cato. Who are you?”

The girl raised an eyebrow, looking over the kid. He seemed pretty cool. She crossed her arms and shrugged, playing some random character. “What’s it to ya, kitty Cat?” Why she was playing tough, not even Victoria knew. But she was only playing. A grin came to her face and she punched the guys arm. “Names Victoria. I’m new. Undetermined parent.” She just answered all the usual questions.

He smiled and chuckled a bit. “Kitty cat? That one’s new.” He held out his hand. “Victoria, like our Queen. Well, my queen at least. I do hope you find out your parent soon. The Hermes cabin has loads of rubbish everywhere.”

“Loads of rubbish?” Victoria laughed and raised an eyebrow. She looked around, as if someone was listening. “Better not let anyone hear you.. They may be rubbish, but they are fashionably rubbish.” She’d grown to like the chaotic, blonde, mischievous children of cabin eleven.

“Oh, goodness me, no! The Hermes children are delightful. They just have loads of rubbish on their floors. Forgive me.” He muttered, “Hopefully, none of them heard that.”

She nodded her agreement and grinned. The girl looked over Cat in silence, trying to get a read on his deal. He was British, apparently, and kinds good looking. He seemed to defy her ‘People who are good looking AND British are either dumb or tools’ theory. He seemed like a solid guy. Finally, with a smile, Victoria held out a hand. “Well even if they did, I’d sass them about the rubbish on the floor and you’d be fine. And hey, its nice to meet you, Cat Man.”

He takes her hand. “Pleasure. Honestly, my gentleman instincts would clean up the cabin before I even thought about it. Hey, did you tell me how old you are? You seem young.”

Gentleman instincts? Victoria laughed. She wasn’t someone who ever set off anyone’s ‘gentleman instincts’. She was someone the gentleman asked to step out of the way, so he could get to the girl who was in need of a gentleman. The girl bowed dramatically and kissed Cato’s hand, to make a point. “Believe me, dear sir, while appreciated, your gentleman instincts are wasted on someone like me.” She stood then, a smirk on her face. “And I am 15. Not so young I think. How old are you?”

He chuckled. “You’re fifteen? That’s always nice. I’m nineteen. Been living just a tad longer than you.” He kissed her hand in return. “You’re down-right brilliant, you know that?”

“I do but, feel free to say it again, old man.” Victoria laughed and stretched, yawning widely. She was still a little groggy and needed to wake up. Looking over Cato, the girl grinned. “Wanna grab a bite, then spar? I’ve been wanting to try my hand and it.”

“Sure thing, kiddo. I’ve been meaning to try and learn how to spar, but I’ve always put it off. Now, I have a good reason to do it.” He started to walk to the Pavilion. “What kind of food do you fancy, Miss Victoria?”

#Ft Cato #bros before hoes

Kiddo? Victoria raised an eyebrow and punched Cato in the ribs, a little harder then intended. "Hey, none of the pet name crap. I am a very mature fifteen, thank you very much." She laughed then, following him to the pavilion. "And I like chicken strips. With JoJo's." She was excited to finally fight with Big Daddy, the sword she'd selected to be hers. He was a fantastic sword!

First Day at Camp

Victoria, ever the optimist, expected to hate camp. The trip there was long and she was still lightly salted about her mothers halfhearted send off. It was mildly upsetting how easily the woman was tricked into sending her fifteen year old child to a camp all the way across the country. The girl shook her head, stepping out of the Hermes cabin where she had just dropped her stuff. She still wore her backpack, the black mass clashing with her whole.. Cute, carefree, tough girl vibe. But Victoria felt safe with her backpack. That backpack was her home. Looking around, a small, slightly crooked, mischievous grin came to her pretty face. Camp looked nice. It looked fun. “Yea.. I can rock with Camp Hal-Blood.”

Sage was rushing to the forest when she ran into the shorter girl. “Who do you think you are?” she asked, anger boiling.

Victoria raised and eyebrow. Laughing, she looked down at herself and shrugged. “Hmm. Pretty sure I’m Victoria. And who are you?” She looked over the girl who’d bumped into her, grin still in place. She seemed to be in a bad mood. Yikes.. “Are you ok? You’re putting out major bitch vibes.”

Sage scoffed. Was this little girl seriously thinking she could speak to her any which way she liked? “Sage Blackwood, daughter of Hecate, the goddess of magic.” She, ever the drama queen, summons a dark Mist, filling it with horrifying images. “Major bitch is just my official title, short stack.”

“No! People don’t refer to you as Your majesty the queen of nice!?” Victoria spoke dramatically, admittedly frightened by the images. But she wasn’t stupid that they weren’t real. She rolled her eyes and inspected her nails. “So can I help you, or were you just looking for someone to bitch at? Cause I don’t mind being that someone, it kinda gets me off.” She made a kissy face at the girl, obviously mocking her.

“Right, because I bitch without reason. No, I was actually trying to summon a dark beast to come and eat the heads of all my enemies when you got in my way.” She kept her face completely dead pan. In all honesty, she was going to visit the nymphs to gossip, but there was no way she was telling this girl that.

Victoria nodded, as if impressed. And she would be. If this girl could actually do something like that. "I don't suppose you'd mind of I watched? I'm sure it's a fascinating process!"

First Day at Camp

mark-lloyd

Mark nodded grudgingly. ‘I kinda guessed the thieves wouldn’t expect to be thieved themselves.’

Suddenly, he jammed his arm under a mattress, and grinned, pulling out a clenched fist with a crumpled note. ‘Yes! I was right.’

Victoria stood beside the boy, staring at the mattress. What if there had been a dildo there? Shaking off that thought, the girl looked to Mark, eyebrow raised. “Ok, what did we need the cash for? More booze?”

#ft mark

First Day at Camp

Victoria, ever the optimist, expected to hate camp. The trip there was long and she was still lightly salted about her mothers halfhearted send off. It was mildly upsetting how easily the woman was tricked into sending her fifteen year old child to a camp all the way across the country. The girl shook her head, stepping out of the Hermes cabin where she had just dropped her stuff. She still wore her backpack, the black mass clashing with her whole.. Cute, carefree, tough girl vibe. But Victoria felt safe with her backpack. That backpack was her home. Looking around, a small, slightly crooked, mischievous grin came to her pretty face. Camp looked nice. It looked fun. “Yea.. I can rock with Camp Hal-Blood.”

Cato noticed the girl exit the Hermes cabin. He didn’t recognize her, so she must be new. “Hey, I’m Cato. Who are you?”

The girl raised an eyebrow, looking over the kid. He seemed pretty cool. She crossed her arms and shrugged, playing some random character. “What’s it to ya, kitty Cat?” Why she was playing tough, not even Victoria knew. But she was only playing. A grin came to her face and she punched the guys arm. “Names Victoria. I’m new. Undetermined parent.” She just answered all the usual questions.

He smiled and chuckled a bit. “Kitty cat? That one’s new.” He held out his hand. “Victoria, like our Queen. Well, my queen at least. I do hope you find out your parent soon. The Hermes cabin has loads of rubbish everywhere.”

“Loads of rubbish?” Victoria laughed and raised an eyebrow. She looked around, as if someone was listening. “Better not let anyone hear you.. They may be rubbish, but they are fashionably rubbish.” She’d grown to like the chaotic, blonde, mischievous children of cabin eleven.

“Oh, goodness me, no! The Hermes children are delightful. They just have loads of rubbish on their floors. Forgive me.” He muttered, “Hopefully, none of them heard that.”

She nodded her agreement and grinned. The girl looked over Cat in silence, trying to get a read on his deal. He was British, apparently, and kinds good looking. He seemed to defy her ‘People who are good looking AND British are either dumb or tools’ theory. He seemed like a solid guy. Finally, with a smile, Victoria held out a hand. “Well even if they did, I’d sass them about the rubbish on the floor and you’d be fine. And hey, its nice to meet you, Cat Man.”

He takes her hand. “Pleasure. Honestly, my gentleman instincts would clean up the cabin before I even thought about it. Hey, did you tell me how old you are? You seem young.”

Gentleman instincts? Victoria laughed. She wasn’t someone who ever set off anyone’s ‘gentleman instincts’. She was someone the gentleman asked to step out of the way, so he could get to the girl who was in need of a gentleman. The girl bowed dramatically and kissed Cato’s hand, to make a point. “Believe me, dear sir, while appreciated, your gentleman instincts are wasted on someone like me.” She stood then, a smirk on her face. “And I am 15. Not so young I think. How old are you?”

He chuckled. “You’re fifteen? That’s always nice. I’m nineteen. Been living just a tad longer than you.” He kissed her hand in return. “You’re down-right brilliant, you know that?”

"I do but, feel free to say it again, old man." Victoria laughed and stretched, yawning widely. She was still a little groggy and needed to wake up. Looking over Cato, the girl grinned. "Wanna grab a bite, then spar? I've been wanting to try my hand and it."

First Day at Camp

mark-lloyd

Mark grunted derisively, and gestured towards his clothed body. ‘No, stupid. Obviously not naked. Why would I be jacking it, when I have girls to do it for me?’ He smirked. ‘Nah, I was looking for… um, money. Turns out I spent everything I had on booze.’

Oh he was a charmer. Victoria narrowed her eyes and looked around. "Well I doubt anyone would keep money here. Hermes kids know their siblings are thieves, so they hide it I'm sure. Try the Demeter cabin. Those kids are quite trusting."

#ft mark

First Day at Camp

Victoria, ever the optimist, expected to hate camp. The trip there was long and she was still lightly salted about her mothers halfhearted send off. It was mildly upsetting how easily the woman was tricked into sending her fifteen year old child to a camp all the way across the country. The girl shook her head, stepping out of the Hermes cabin where she had just dropped her stuff. She still wore her backpack, the black mass clashing with her whole.. Cute, carefree, tough girl vibe. But Victoria felt safe with her backpack. That backpack was her home. Looking around, a small, slightly crooked, mischievous grin came to her pretty face. Camp looked nice. It looked fun. “Yea.. I can rock with Camp Hal-Blood.”

Sage was rushing to the forest when she ran into the shorter girl. “Who do you think you are?” she asked, anger boiling.

Victoria raised and eyebrow. Laughing, she looked down at herself and shrugged. “Hmm. Pretty sure I’m Victoria. And who are you?” She looked over the girl who’d bumped into her, grin still in place. She seemed to be in a bad mood. Yikes.. “Are you ok? You’re putting out major bitch vibes.”

Sage scoffed. Was this little girl seriously thinking she could speak to her any which way she liked? “Sage Blackwood, daughter of Hecate, the goddess of magic.” She, ever the drama queen, summons a dark Mist, filling it with horrifying images. “Major bitch is just my official title, short stack.”

"No! People don't refer to you as Your majesty the queen of nice!?" Victoria spoke dramatically, admittedly frightened by the images. But she wasn't stupid that they weren't real. She rolled her eyes and inspected her nails. "So can I help you, or were you just looking for someone to bitch at? Cause I don't mind being that someone, it kinda gets me off." She made a kissy face at the girl, obviously mocking her.

#ft sage

He smirked. “A club huh? I guess we should. Who else would be in the club…?” He put his hand on his chin, thinking. “Hmm, maybe Iker, definitely Abbie, um… my bro Justin, Cam, Lyra’s a bit of a prankster…, Es maybe, and Zia…” He shrugged. “I’m really disappointed at the lack of pranksters we’ve got here.”

She nodded sharply. All those people would do. A knock came a the door and Victoria giggled, quickly collecting her things. “We’ll recruit others, now lets go! Oh, and if this turns into a cult, dibs on being the one everyone thinks talks to the gods!”” The girl grabbed opened the door and smiled to the kids on the other side. “Sorry, my friend here just had a small melt down. Yu know, crying like a wee babe. I had to calm him.” She explained, a serious look on her face

He grinned. “Hell yeah, elephant toothpaste it is.” He took a sword and examined it. “Hmm, this looks kinda like Jon’s…” He took the glue, and coated the handle with glue, and set it down. “Whoops.” He laughed and looked over at Victoria. “I’d be really surprised if you’re not my sibling. You work fast.”

Victoria smirked and looked over her handywork. Every quiver of arrows had at least one or two loaded arrows. Glancing back, she looked at the slight shininess of the blades around them and nodded, impressed. “So do you man. And hey, godly parent isn't the only thing that makes siblings. We could starts a.. Club. A cool, prank club.”

He followed her, and nodded, catching the glue. “Aye aye, Captain Victoria.” He winked, and locked the door behind him. He walked over to a pile of daggers, and expertly coated the leather handles with glue. “I know this sounds basic, but we could use, like, vinegar and baking soda, or some shit like that.”