Ares Cabin Logs 2019 - 2021

The following are the archived roleplay logs from the Ares Cabin from 2019 to 2021:

*[Log Start]*

**Cabin Ambiance**

*The cabin of Ares is a sight to behold. The exterior is an angry, barbaric red, the color of bloodshed. Along the roof lay a large string of twisted barbed wire, promising nasty puncture wounds to anyone who dared try and break into the the children of wars’ cabin. Upon the doorway, lies an aggressive looking boar’s head, whose eyes follow passers by, reminding them to stay clear. In the place of windows there are strong, reinforced boards due to the oriaginal windows being smashed so much. Inside the walls are made of concrete to minimize damage to the cabin, due to the weapons that get thrown around in there. The beds inside resemble prison beds. They are bolted down and made of high density metal so they are strong and sturdy and not easily destroyed. The floor is laminated wood, easy to clean the blood off. Loud, blaring rock music can often be heard from inside. It is rumored that live mines are scattered near the door, ready to blow intruders to pieces.*

**August 3, 2019**

Adrastro — Adrastro is walking into the Ares cabin looking behind him to see if Blair was close behind, “Well here is our home.” Adrastro says a bit unenthusiastically, “It looks rough but it’s home nonetheless.”

Blair — Blair hadn't yet seen the Ares cabin, her first night being spent in the infirmary due to her worn out state upon her arrival. Wide eyes stared at the barbed wire, the boar eyes staring back at her, the intimidating blood red them of the cabin, and the bland yet strong concrete walls. Somehow she was more nervous entering the building than she was the arena. "...Wow..." The girl who was anything but intimidating remarked as she followed her step brother to the cabin. "..This building is more intimidating than me." Following up her previous expression of amazement, Blair continued to stare at the structure in awe and fright.

Adrastro — ”God of War, I’d expect nothing less than this.” Adrastro response, “The kids here are violent sometimes so we needed stuff that’ll hold up after they start having a go at each other.”

Blair — "Well I don't think I'd expect anything other than fighting from children of the god of fighting." Blair laughed before pushing open the door to the cabin. Despite the complete chaos of the cabin, she decided that she wasn't going to judge it before she got settled in. "Wow! It's got... personality!" With a nervous laugh from Blair, she looked around to see if anyone else was in here. "So.. how many of us are actually at camp? I mean, kids of Ares, God of War?"

Adrastro — ”This cabin has everything but personality.” Adrastro says under his breath walking in after Blair, ”there’s a few of us here, but as time goes on there will be more and more of us.”

Blair — "Nice, is there anything going on during the day? Or.. are we all just left to do whatever we want?" Looking around for an empty bed, Blair walked over to one that fit her criteria of being unoccupied. This was a very strange first real day at camp, this entire situation was strange. Strange but oddly welcome as so far it didn't seem that bad. The people were nice for the most part and the beds weren't uncomfortable. Thoughts of strange acceptance were all she thought about at the moment, that and fighting in the arena seemed like a lot of fun.

Adrastro — ”Well for the most part it’s do whatever you want during the day. Sometimes there’s trips and whatnot but the recent one I wasn’t picked so I stayed here.” He explained, “There’s a lot to do here and a lot of people to get to know so you’ll have a fun time here.” Adrastro said walking to sit on his bed.

Blair — "Well, I think I'm gonna spend most of my time at the arena anyway. I usually hate conflict but when it's a friendly fight it's pretty fun." Blair replied while casually looking around the cabin from her spot on the bed, she was beginning to feel bored. She hadn't brought anything with her to camp, her arrival was pretty unexpected for both the people in the camp and Blair herself. Boredom was something Blair hated, she was a being of pure excitement that seemed to always have to be doing something.

Adrastro — ”That’s where I spent most of my time here.” Adrastro said following Blair gaze around the cabin, “We could always train together, I’ll have you come out really muscular.” He said as a joke laughing a bit, “As time goes on you’ll find that there’s stuff more fun than being in just the Arena.” Adrastro said leaning back on his bed.

Blair — "I hope so, I don't know what I'd do if I was bored all the time here.. I think boredom is one of the worst things ever." Hearing that there was nothing to do but basically fight in the arena Blair thought about going back to the arena but felt bad asking to go straight back to the arena after walking all the way to the cabin.

Adrastro — ”Make friends and everything will start to brighten up.” Adrastro said, “There’s a lot you could do with friends here and heck you might fall for one, like I like this one girl.” Adrastro said this without feeling embarrassed or anything, just freely flowed off his tongue.

Blair — "Hah, I never thought about summer camp roman-" Blair's thoughts of finding a relationship while here were stomped out once she heard her half brother had a crush on someone. Eyes firing up with curiosity, she immediately began to search for details. "Oh! Who is it? Is it that one girl from earlier who was with us in the armory??" Blair would have probably thrown out more possibilities of who could be Adrastro's crush but, she only knew one person who could fit the profile at the moment.

Adrastro — Adrastro let out a small laugh, “Nah that’s just a friend, nothing in me is attracted to her like that.” He didn’t want to say the name of who he liked as of yet, “You can keep throwing out names though but be warned I’ll say no to them all.”

Blair — Blair giggled a little. "I don't know any other names! You can't just tell me you like someone then not tell me who it is." As tempted as Blair was to keep pushing for details she decided to let it go, figuring that since they had only known each other for less than a day the time wasn't right. "Maybe if we go back to the arena you'll see her there." Blair thought that the distraction of thinking about whoever he had a crush on would make Adrastro think less about the fact they had just come back from the arena.

Adrastro — ”Who knows it’s unlikely though.” Adrastro said as his eyes locked into the ceiling of the cabin seemingly lost in thought instantly after he spoke. He had a lot to think about, and that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. “I’ve been to the Arena a lot since coming here, maybe people think I’m just a training bot.” He’d say aloud.

Blair — "I'm sure people don't think that, they're probably thinking about how you could totally beat them at a fight! Besides, it's not like there's anything else that's exciting around here to do. And if people do think you're a training bot you're not gonna be a training bot alone! I'm gonna spend all my time at the arena." Blair replied with her usual take on things and her usual response to bad situations, that they aren't that bad and there's always a bright side.

Adrastro — Adrastro couldn’t help but laugh at his half sister words, {You’re going to be there all the time?} he  thought to himself, {Two is better than one I suppose.} “Well I’m not complaining, more wins in our sparring matches for me.”

Blair — "You wanna go get winning now? I don't think we're gonna get better at fighting just talking about going to the arena." Hoping that Adrastro would say yes to her request of going to the arena, her hands moved to her spear with anticipation as she waited for the reply.

Adrastro — Seeing how ready Blair was to go to the Arena Adrastro decided he would joke a bit, “Hmmm I don’t know I’m already full off of that one win already.” He’d say with a grin, “Maybe I should stay here and sleep on that win.”

Blair — At first Blair didn't pick up on the fact it was a joke, opening her mouth to respond seriously before the realization of him not being serious hit her. After her realization, she replied with her own funny tone. "What? Too scared to lose? I thought Ares' kids were supposed to be tough.." She teased, sticking her tongue out, pulling a sarcastic mocking face at her half brother.

Adrastro — ”I’m pretty tough but you know it would be better if I could fight someone worth while.” He said looking at his sis, “And from what we just did I don’t know if you’re worth is anymore.” He held a smile on his face to indicate he was still joking.

Blair — Blair faked an offended gasp before giggling and standing up with her spear in her hands. "Come on! Let's go already, these jokes aren't gonna make me better at fighting!" Without even taking the chance of no as an answer, Blair sped her way over to the cabin door. Once she reached the door she looked back to Adrastro to see if he was coming or not.

Adrastro — Adrastro would let out a sigh as he slowly get off his bed with a stretch which a mighty yawn followed after, “Alright let’s go.” He’d say since he felt she would’ve gone anyway, “I’m not using a spear this time so I’ll be at a disadvantage.” He’d saw grabbing a sword that was laying beside his bed. “Alright lead the way hyper bunny.”

Blair — With her usual bright smile she turned back around to swing the door open and lead the way back to the arena for her second round of practice.

Adrastro — Adrastro would follow.

**August 16, 2019**

Marques — Marques walked into the all too familiar cabin, recalling memories of many matches he had with his siblings, and thinking to himself as he made his way towards the bed that he always used all those years ago. {Ah, this brings back so many glorious memories. I started so many fights in this cabin that it actually funny.} Then upon seeing that the bed was occupied by someone's belongings, he grinned and said under his breath while chucking the bags and whatever else was on the bed and bedside to the floor and making space for himself.

Marques — "Why not continue that trend? If they want to sleep on my bed, they are going to have to pay the price." He then took of his armor and hung it up on a rack near him, slipping on a pair of jeans and an extra extra large orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt.

**September 14, 2019**

Adrastro — Adrastro walked into his cabin collapsing on his bed, his torso was slightly bruised from the giant’s strong grip, “I could’ve done better. I shouldn’t have stopped moving after the first attack on it.” He’d say to himself as he replayed the scenario in his head again.

Fawn — Fawn would knock at the cabin door knowing Adrastro would be back from his patrol duties around now. She would look slightly tired, and her hair was in her usual messy waves. She would be wearing a while crop top that said ‘Cool Today’ across it and some denim shorts. She would be waiting for someone to open the door.

Adrastro — Adrastro slowly got up from his bed and went to answer the door, “I’m a bit tired and hurt so if you could come back la-“ he stopped his sentence as he opened the door to see Fawn, “Hey Love how are you today, come in.” He’d gesture her to come in.

Fawn — She smile, kissing his cheek when she passed him while walking into his cabin. “Did you said you were hurt? Are you alright?”

Adrastro — He’d kiss hers back, “Nononono I’m not hurt at all.” He’d say closing his cabin door, “me hurt? Never.”

Fawn —She’d raise an eyebrow. “And why do I find myself not believing you? Come on, Adrastro. I’m not blind, or deaf.”

Adrastro — ”It’s nothing major just a big bruise on my torso, had to do a rescue mission and encountered giants, I killed two but the first kill grabbed and squeezed my torso leaving a bruise.” He explained, “Maybe a kiss on the lips will fix it all.” He joked.

Fawn — She’d sigh jokingly, before leaning towards him and giving him a gentle kiss on his lips, before pulling back. “Do you need to go to the infirmary or anything?”

Adrastro — "Nah, I'm fine honestly." He said reassuring her, "Sorry if my cabin isn't the best."

Fawn — Fawn would look around, tilting her head. “I have to admit, it’s not... my style. But if you like it, I like it.” She’d say with a smile. “Do you want to go outside and get something to eat?” The Persephone girl would say, taking his hand.

Adrastro — ”Yeah, lets go I did work up an appetite.” He’d say as he gets up, “lead the way.”

Fawn — Anddd they’d head over to the mess hall yay.

**September 16, 2019**

Adrastro — Here was Adrastro, laying in bed doing absolutely nothing.

NPC — Richard Simmons, cabin leader of his siblings, would approach Adrastro. "Hey, heard you avenged Vane and Sid's deaths the other day on patrol. Slaughtering half of the giant camp in the raid right? Not bad." He had a slight tone of approval in his voice.

Adrastro — Adrastro would nod his head still a tad sad on the inside on seeing his siblings lifeless bodies, “Yeah if only I could’ve made the Giants suffer more.” A small hint of anger in his voice.

NPC — Richard nodded his head. "Yeah, I hear you...." He would procure two swords of different styles and present them to Adrastro. "Here...these belonged to Vane and Sid. I knew them well. They both made a promise to use these blades in a hundred battles. They...can't anymore but maybe you can carry on the torch?" He presented Adrastro with the first blade. "This is Father's Fury. It allowed Sid to amplify his phobokinesis. I think it can dish out some fear too even if you can't do it naturally yourself." he explained.

Adrastro — Adrastro would quickly sit up with his eyes widened, “Wha- surely there’s more worthy than me.” He’d say surprised, surely there was someone more fit for the weapons than him.

NPC — "You earned. Nobody else in the room avenged his death." He procured another sword for him.  "This is...this is Vane's sword." He had a slightly disappointed tone in his voice when he gave Adrastro Vane's sword. "It doesn't have any special properties but you can use it to activate Sid's sword on purpose. Think about dual wielding." Richard sighed "And ummm... the sword's name is engraved on the blade." True enough, the name of the sword was apparently 'This Sword’s Length is Proportionate to my DIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK'

Adrastro — Adrastro held a slight smirk at the sword name, “Yeah I’ll finish all monsters with this sword.” He’d set both swords beside his bed, “I’ll take both swords into thousands of battles for Sid and Vane.”

NPC — Richard gave Adrastro a hard clap on the shoulder. "Good to hear. Knock some heads off soldier." With that, he walked away.

**November 3, 2019**

Katie — "I-Is this my cabin?" Katie asked, resisting the urge to cover her ears.

Micah — Micah was on his way to the cabin, and ended up behind the pair. He looked fatigued, and the sweat sheeting his skin spoke more of rage than anything.

Katie — Katie looked nervous, and pulled her hoodie strings tight. "G-Gotta be brave. Go in, and m-meet my siblings."

Micah — “Have you been...claimed?” Micah stated simply.

Katie — Katie jumped, and turned to look at Micah. "O-Oh, um, yeah. M-My dad is Ares." She mumbled.

Micah — “As is mine.” Micah’s head tilted. His firm expression softened, and he nodded. “Welcome to the cabin. I am Micah.” He held out his hand, at least after drying the sweat. The scarred and thickly calloused hand waited.

Katie — Katie shifted her weight. "Katie Wilkes. Sorry if I don't shake your hand, it's kinda not my thing." She said automatically.

Lorilynn — Lorilynn Watched The Two. "Siblings getting along." she said out of the blue.

Micah — “Understood.” Micah just nodded. “I was...told it was polite...but I do not like contact myself.”

Katie — "Is the music always playing? I don't like noise."

Micah — “Yes. I have...earplugs if you wish to borrow them.” Micah nodded. “I spend as little time...as possible here.”

Katie — "I can see why. It's too loud. Too loud, too loud."

Micah — “Scrambled the mind. Would you like a pair?”

Tessa — Tessa arrived at the cabin and glowered a bit at Micah.

Katie — "Would you like a pair." Katie parroted, nodding with a nervous smile.

Lorilynn — "I don't mind the noise." she said, perfectly fine. "You get used to it. Or you don't." she said.

Micah — Micah nodded again. He entered the cabin. The noise that followed appeared to be a cacophony of challenges, fear, and a decent lowering of the music. Still, he emerged with slightly ruffled clothes  and, as some might expect, a bowl of strawberries. In his other hand was a small plastic bag, which he presented to Katie.

Katie — Katie took it eagerly, fumbling to open it. She nearly dropped her duffel bag and hammer in the process.

Tessa — Tessa rolled her eyes at Micah. "Or you could just turn the music off to be polite to Katie. You're being quite rude."

Micah — “It is not..my music. It belongs to the cabin and it is the leader’s choice. I can only lower it.”

Lorilynn — Lorilynn Would Follow, But Then Turn Around To Tessa With A Frown. "Do you have a problem with the music?" she asked.

Tessa — "Where's the stereo?" Tessa asked, before glancing at Lori. "No, but clearly Katie does. Can't you tell?" She asked, finding it quite obvious.

Katie — Katie visibly relaxed when she had the earplugs in. She sucked on her sleeve, not paying attention to the others - instead, her focus had been taken by the boar at the door.

Micah — “I do as well. But when votes are taken...the majority rules. For people...like Katie and I...we make do. You...cause problems.”

Katie — Katie stepped up to open the door, nervous about the noise she knew was on the other side.

Lorilynn — Lorilynn Would Shake Her Head. "I see that, but like he said, he has no control over it." "If you don't like the music that much, you could leave, or ask for another pair of headphones."

Micah — Micah tilted his head and attempted to catch Katie’s attention. He assumed she couldn’t hear him all too well with the ear plugs.

Katie — Katie turned to face him. "Oh? W-Were you saying something?" She asked, taking one of the ear plugs out.

Tessa — Tessa rolled her eyes, searching for the stereo. Once her eyes caught where it was located, she walked over to it, and flipped it off. "Grow some balls, Jesus."

Lorilynn — Lori Watched Her And Frowned. She would walk back over, and turn it on. "Don't touch what isn't yours." she said. "And, maybe you shouldn't."

Micah — “I was going to...offer...if you would like me to...stay. I can...show you the...ropes, as they say.”

Tessa — Tessa looked Katie distinctly not in the eyes. "Katie, may I speak to you outside for a moment?" She then rolled her eyes at Lori, flipping the stereo back off.

Micah — “You’ll stay away from her.”

Tessa — "No, I won't. Katie and I are friends." Tessa smiled warmly.

Lorilynn — Lori Was Getting Frustrated. She would then turn it back on. "Why are Greeks so annoying?!" she thought. "Well, some..."

Katie — Katie looked between the two. "I'm g-going to talk to Tessa quickly. Then will you show me the ropes?" She requested nervously, her words jumbling together.

Tessa — Tessa flipped the stereo back off, and then unplugged it for good measure. She stared Lori down. "You're being really impolite to Katie. Can't you tell?"

Micah — “After what you tried to do to me, I do not trust you around anyone, especially a cabin mate.” Micah’s posture grew tense.

NPC — An Ares kid plugged it back in, turned it on, and sat in front of it. Because why wouldn’t some kid do that already?

Tessa — "After what I did? I did nothing. Now, Katie, I have something important to tell you. Follow me," she said, stepping out of the cabin and gesturing for Katie to follow.

Katie — Katie looked at Micah, her eyes wide, before hurrying after Tessa. "I'll be r-right back!"

Micah — Micah’s eyes were dark. Very dark.

Lorilynn — Lori Huffed. After They Left, She Walked Near The Door. She quietly listened in.

Tessa — Tessa gently pushed the door closed behind them, before turning to face Katie-- still not looking her in the eyes. She spoke lowly, so that those inside of the cabin could not hear her. "I need you to know that your cabinmate in there attacked me unprovoked and rather violently." She held out her still bandaged hand for Katie to see. "He essentially completely shattered my arm while babbling nonsense about how I had been inside his mind. Which is ridiculous-- how could I be inside his mind, when his brain is nowhere near as big as I am? It makes no sense. I worry about his sanity, and that he will hurt you or others in the cabin."

Katie — Katie's eyes widened, and she took a step back. She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything, and instead shook her head.

Tessa — "I don't think you should reveal this knowledge to him," she continued in her low voice, near a whisper, "because I worry about the repercussions of him knowing. But I think that it's something to keep in mind, for your safety."

Lorilynn — Lori Narrowed Her Eyes. She turned to Micah. "Do you know what she's saying?" she asked, eyebrow raised to the Ares child.

Katie — Katie started rocking on her heels, chewing on her pinky.

Micah — Micah shrugged. “I am unaware...of what she is saying.” He stated. “It is...more than likely an attempt to demonize me...again. Or she is...attempting to...alter Katie’s mind as well.”

Lorilynn — "Alter Her Mind?" she said. "She's a Somnus child?!" she asked. "Err, Hypnos child?"

Tessa — Tessa continued to whisper, "That is all that I have to say. I am sure you can feel the uneasy aura that one carries around himself-- he's violent and dangerous, and if you reveal to him that you know that, he may attack."

Katie — Katie nodded her head, trembling. She didn't know what to do - she wanted to believe Tessa, but the prospect of family - her breath started to come shorter, as Katie began hyperventilating.

Micah — “I am unsure of...parentage. But when she...spoke to me the other day...she did something.....and attempted to seal away memories of my mother. In the process I shattered her arm. She has taken to spreading it as if she could not be caught by a Nemesis child.”

Tessa — Tessa frowned at this outcome, and made sure to remain very still in where she was, "I will not allow any harm to come to you," she told Katie reassuringly.

Katie — Katie shook her head - Tessa couldn't promise that.

Tessa — "I will do my best to disallow you from being harmed," Tessa amended.

Katie — "But... Micah is family."

Tessa — "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb," Tessa said. "You have plenty of siblings here that you have yet to meet. Some you will be fond of. Some of them are quite malicious. Some of my siblings over the years have been as rotten as they come. It is simply the way of the universe."

Katie — Katie frowned, not understanding Tessa's metaphor.

Tessa — Tessa remembered that speaking nonspecifically was not the route she intended to use with Katie-- not after the various behaviors she'd displayed. "Simply put, we're all family here, though distant. The bonds you make with your friends are more important than the ones you make with those that are genetically closest to you."

Katie — "But... friends are family?"

Tessa — "Your friends can be closer than your family," Tessa explained. "Who actually is your biological family doesn't matter all that much."

Katie — "But... Micah is nice."

Micah — Micah just ate his strawberries. It seemed easy to notice that his fatigue disappeared as he ate. He had sat down a decent distance from Lori, mostly to keep his dark influence from bothering her.

Tessa — "Yes, he pretends to be nice. But he violently attacked me to the point in which I had to go see a healer as all of my bones were shattered. I thought he was nice, too, until he nearly destroyed my ability to use my arm," Tessa informed, keeping her voice low once more.

Katie — "I want to decide myself."

Tessa — "Alright, just know that if you say one wrong thing he may attack you. Or even if you don't say anything wrong, as I was nothing but polite to him before he hurt me. Be very careful, Katie," Tessa advised seriously.

Katie — "I always am." Katie said quietly.

Tessa — "Good." Tessa smiled at her warmly. "You're smart, then."

Katie — "Yes, I am smart." Katie said, before going back into the cabin.

Tessa — Tessa followed her.

Micah — Micah looked up from his bowl to note Katie. His eyes darted to Tessa, darkening for only a moment. He returned his gaze to Katie’s and nodded. “Have you been shown...camp properly...Katie?”

Katie — Katie nodded, and held up five fingers.

Tessa — "She's been here before," Tessa informed.

Micah — “I didn’t ask you.” Micah’s voice grew harsh, before softening when he spoke to Katie. “Good. But...allow me to...offer small advice...as a child of Ares.”

Katie — Katie nodded, not bothering to speak.

Micah — “Boars, and even pigs, belong to our father. Never offer pork as an offering at meals. If you must kill a boar or pig in battle, pray and bow your head. I’m battle...we must all do things that are necessary.” Micah tilted his head, took a breath and ate a strawberry. “And all Ares children have....quirks.”

Katie — Katie tilted her head, raising her eyebrows in question of what he meant.

Micah — “Something we pursue. I pursue strength...to protect others. Some pursue battle...to feel the ultimate thrill. Some want to be the best. Some want to end wars. You will...find yours...or know it already. It is...part of you.”

Katie — Katie nodded. Chewing on her pinky finger, she tried to think of the words to respond.

Tessa — Tessa signed at Katie, one word. Remember.

Micah — Micah returned to his strawberries, and for a moment was silent. “Also...to avoid...exacerbating your condition...please do not approach me unless...necessary. Due to...my power...I give off....a disturbingly dark aura. I can not control it...and for those necessary, I maintain my distance.”

Katie — "Condition?" Katie asked, confused.

Micah — “You...do not like loud noise. You repeat...certain sentences. It takes time for you to...process certain things. You are...unused to...social situations...or suffer from a disorder...like mine.”

Katie — "A disorder? What kind of disorder?"

Micah — “It is called...Alexithymia. I cannot recognize....or understand...certain emotions...on my own.”

Katie — "Oh. I can understand emotions. It is just hard sometimes." Katie said, trying to think. "But I'm used to social situations."

Lorilynn — Lorilynn Only Stood By The Door. She saw no need to interact with anyone there. She was just there, 'cause why not.

Tessa — Tessa too analyzed the situation. It was exceedingly clear exactly what disorder Katie suffered from to her, but she did not jump in.

Micah — “It...is something. I do not know the name...but you handle it...well.”

Katie — "How can I handle it well if I do not know what it is?"

Micah — “Because you have grown with it.”

Katie — "Oh. That makes sense. But I wish I knew what it was called."

Micah — “Without a professional...it is simply a form of autism, like mine.”

Katie — "Autism... I've heard of that." Katie said, and went quiet.

Tessa — Tessa looked a bit surprise that Micah-- or Brutus, as she preferred to refer to him as in her head --had picked up on it.

Micah — “It is...a simple term to use because...it covers a lot of ground...but has...branches of disorders. Most have....similar symptoms.” Micah steadily munched away.

Katie — Katie nodded. She put her stuff on an empty bed, looking odd. "I am going to go for a walk." She said flatly.

Lorilynn — Lorilynn Listened In. She still stood there in the cabin. "Cya." she said, waving.

Tessa — "Then I'll go, I suppose," Tessa said. "I have no wish to stay here with the present company." She smiled warmly at Lorilynn. "Nothing against you, of course. You're welcome to join me in the infirmary, if you'd like."

Katie — Katie left, deciding to get some food.

Micah — Micah stayed where he was.

Lorilynn — "I Guess I'll Cya Later, Son Of Ares." The Roman Said. She gave a small wave to Micah, before leaving and following Tessa.

Micah — Micah would return the wave.

Tessa — Tessa headed to the infirmary.

Micah — Micah left after a bit, his strawberries done.

**February 16, 2020**

Nieva — Nieva finally made it to the cabin. She made sure her sneakers were tied and everything was in place. Her shorts were only just long enough to cover her ass, but they had slits in the sides held together by ribbon. The oversized band shirt was because she couldn't find anything else to go with it and the long fishnet stockings were just for fun. She even wore makeup, a neutral smokey eye with bright red lipstick. She knocked on the door of the Ares Cabin.

Myriad — Myriad answered. He was a bit better looking than he had appeared before. Enough of a nap to recharge and clean up, and then dinner had been settled with a few connections. He was dressed in a fancy pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. Jeans helped the leg and the long sleeves hid the scars. A habit he’d picked up.

Nieva — {Everything is fine. We can be adult about this. Mature} She gave him her best everything is fine smile as her eyes struggled to keep themselves looking down at him in those jeans. "I'm early and I even spent more than ten minutes getting ready. Hours actually." She was nervous and it was obvious. It's so easy to say no to something that isn't there.

Myriad — “Same here. It’s hard to maintain the beard without a weed whacker. Not to mention it’s the first time I’ve slept in a bed in so long.” Lost. He’d been going through the entire dinner in his mind. “Shall we?”

Nieva — "It's because you never moisturize properly. It would be a lot easier to cut if the hairs were softer." She lectured, always a mother and a caregiver. "Sure." She half expected it to be burnt or half cooked with the amount of care he showed looking after himself. She walked into the cabin.

Myriad — Well, it wasn’t. He stepped aside to let her in, and the smell was top quality as well. He’d gotten a clear space trough some haggling and the meal was a full course, well cooked. ( I ain’t describing it because I’m at work, don’t have that much brain power.)

Nieva — She was surprised. Seemed like he hadn't even noticed what she was wearing which upset her a little. It smelt good, would be a shame to waste it or let it go cold. She walked with as much bounce as she could put into her stride. She was in bad girl mood and looked back at him with a sly grin. "Not bad for a hobo. Must be nice finally having a bed to sleep in? I dread to think how long it's been since you were here, how long it's been since.. we...were....both..in camp." The last part was hesitant, she was saving herself or trying to. "You must have been lonely?"

Myriad — He was entirely aware. He was desperately trying to resist the temptation he knew at least one of them was feeling.  “It’s been a very long time.” He agreed.   He watched the bounce and clenched his teeth. Gods above.

Nieva —

She sat in the chair, one fish netted leg over another. She felt powerful, he couldn't say it he couldn't show it. That would be rude and it was he who said to be slow. Money where your mouth is time. and of course like any rebellious child she wanted to see just how far she could push him. "Did you nearly die out there? Did you discover yourself? Was it worth it?" She said this is that low Icelandic purr in an almost mocking way. He would always come back to her.

Myriad — “Find myself? Possible. Not likely. Almost die? A lot of times. It’s a miracle I’m even here whole.”  He was setting things up, his expression rather blank. Worth it? He couldn’t readily agree or disagree with that statement. “I’m not sure if it was worth it. I’ll never really know.”

Nieva — "Mhm. And now you're back. And you've...made me dinner. A dinner where we will talk about things we've already spoke of a million times then what? everything will be ok? I can't prove you were or were not in that cabin, what you are doing or who you were doing. So we are at a standstill they say one thing you say another. the only way we move past this is forgiving whatever happened or....not forgiving and just stay apart. What do you want?" She had an tone of the evil villain from a fairytale, low and purring with the victim in between their fingers. She bit her lip and looked deep in his eyes, awaiting his answer.

Myriad — “Or you could just enjoy the dinner and we could just talk. Like normal people. Or you could ask me what happened, if you haven’t opened either of the presents yet. Which is obvious you haven’t.” Myriad didn’t even seem to be cautious. He wasn’t. He knew he’d done nothing wrong and he wouldn’t say otherwise. “Or we could get a Nemesis child like any sensible person.”

Nieva — "If you can find one willing. If you make them work they like to be paid and most....hate me. Find one willing and by all means prove yourself. But how do you know they are telling the truth about the truth? Material possessions don't mean much to me, Presents are simply tools of affection look how much I love you I bring you a thing in a box." She started to eat the food. "It's not real affection. I could set them on fire and you'd love me no less. Just talk like normal people? Myriad if you weren't being polite you'd have me down on my knees in a second. I know you, and that scares you sometimes. I know what you want. But if you want to talk talk away. You want to talk about the weather? The news?"

Myriad — “I don’t want to prove myself. I don’t need to. I want you to know the truth. I won’t have a rumor hanging over my head and just telling you obviously doesn’t do any justice.” He had made a plate but now didn’t even pick at it. “You know who and what I am and I do too. And that me is dangerous. That me is what I disagree with.”

Nieva — "The dangerous part is the fun part. The untamed animal. Darling you're looking at a woman who considers a rough spar foreplay." She bit her lip. "Do you want me to forgive you? To be mine once more?" She paused for a thought then stood up, her question wasn't really meant to be answered at the moment. She walked over to him. "Stand up, put your hands on my waist and answer my question then. It's easy to resist food when it's not in front of you."

Myriad — Myriad would have argued and fought. Yelled. But she was right.  The danger was something that had kept them both alive. He stood, a rumble in his chest, although he didn’t touch her. “Forgive me? Yes. I do. I’ll earn it because I should have never left. To be yours? I just want to be is. I will never stop craving you. Adoring you. Missing you.” He looked over her only because of his immense height, his expression conflicted, his mind awash. “But the dangerous always worse. I won’t stop growing. One day I could be a monster just like the ones I fight.”

Nieva — She listened to his words as she held her stare. "My waist Myriad. Your hands on my waist. Not turning coward are we? Put your hands on my waist, hold me close and tell me to my face What you want? Why you came back?." He was always hers, ever under her spell like so many others.

Myriad — Myriad did grab her by the waist. He also lifted her tiny ass up to his eye level. “I came back to camp because I thought it was time. I came back because running away from my own issues didn’t help.” His gaze was dark, and as she seems to want, dangerous. “I do want you back. But if that doesn’t seem to fit our agenda I won’t pursue it. I’m not a slave to every whim and fancy anymore. So for once speak up and tell me the truth of what you want instead of trying to make me dance like some fucking puppet.”

Nieva — Her pupils dilated and she laughed. "But you're so good at dancing." His tone didn't scare her, it pleased her. She moved as close as she could, tempting him. "Right now? I want fun. I want to be annoying, frustrating. We both know about what 'whims' and 'fancies' you want right now. What are you going to do about it? You don't like me telling you to do things? Do what you want then." She placed one hand on his shoulder and with the other she ran a finger around the neckline of his shirt.

Myriad — He glared. He set her down with a firm touch and shook his head. “All I want is to talk to my Nieva. Not this...manipulator.” He headed for the door of his own cabin, his head shaking sadly.

Nieva — "Your Nieva? You left your Nieva to become me." {Unwanted} Why did he always walk away? She was getting angry now. "If you don't want me I'll just go out and sleep in someone else's bed. Lots of people want me you know? I chose you and you don't even want to be in the same room as me? I'm trying to fix things. Turn up looking hot and make you want me. I'm trying." She paced round the room angrily, she wasn't good at fixing things . She was on the verge of breaking out in tears.

Myriad — "That's how you think you fix things now?! You think that telling me you'll just go fuck someone else, that all sorts of people want you, is the way?" Myriad turned, his eyes still dark, but now wild. "What the fuck? What do you think happened to me out in the world? You think I became stupid or something? You want to fix something, you actually fix it. You actually talk things out. WE may not be the most normal people but generally the rules still apply to us."

Nieva — She shook her head wildly, tears slowly falling down her cheeks. "No" She walked closer to him, longing for his care and attention more than ever. "I know sleeping with you or anyone else doesn't fix anything and will most likely probably make things worse." She reached out to him with both arms. "Please. Let me stay here with you tonight. We don't have to do anything. Just let me be close to you, stroke my hair until I fall asleep.."

Myriad — Myriad couldn’t handle Nieva crying, and he nodded slowly. “Just for tonight.” His wild voice had lulled into a barely restrained calm.

Nieva — The tears seemed to stop a little suddenly. She threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug. "Do you like my new shorts? Just bought them for you."

Myriad — There. He’d played into her hands, and he was not very happy about it. “Very you.” He spoke dryly, not quite returning the hug.

Nieva — She was naturally a little bit upset he didn't hug her back but not that much, she had to tread carefully and behave herself better. It was easy to control a man who only wanted sex, but feelings made things complicated. She'd been to used to using her body for a weapon, getting what she wanted when she wanted it. She batted her eyelashes and spoke sweetly. "Can I give you a goodnight kiss? Please?" She was going to play nice, or nicer. She guessed he wouldn't want to play into her hands but was it worth saying no?

Myriad — “No.” He was firm, and he had to gather himself. So he wouldn’t become a puppet, he had to stay strong and stick to his own will now. “Kisses...much later. Don’t make me regret agreeing to this Nieva. As much as I want to fix things, I have no problem in cutting things off.”

Nieva — She was struggling now, and so the act was dropped and she told the truth. "I can't resist you, I can't hate you. I don't know how you can say no but I can't. I try to think about fixing things and space and stuff but my mind just switches and then I can't get the thought of you pushing me against a wall out of my head. You said yourself it's been so long. You seem to be doing perfectly well at saying no so please PLEASE teach me how you do it."

Myriad — “I do it because I have to. Because much of the time I spent out was making a resolution to control myself in every way. To be a better me.” He told her as simply as he could. “I absolutely crave the same you do. I just resist.”

Nieva — "Why? What great evil could it do? It only causes a problem if we let it." She didn't even know how to act or what to do. "It doesn't have to mean anything." He'd changed and she wasn't sure she liked it.

Myriad — “It doesn’t have to mean anything?” Now Myriad said this on a very dangerous tone of voice, and one could see the tension in his form, even if they weren’t paying attention.

Nieva — She saw the anger in his face. So much anger from the moment he came back. She wondered if it was even worth it if they were just going to be angry at each other all the time. "You know I didn't mean it like that. Not exactly. I mean it doesn't have to change anything. It doesn't mean we're back together and it doesn't mean nothing at all." She walked over to his bed and took off the shorts and tights so she could sleep in the band shirt, it was long enough to cover everything anyway. "Don't look I'm getting changed."

Myriad — Myriad’s shoulders drooped. He was angry quite a bit since he’d come back. Was it all really worth it? He contemplated it as she changed, shaking his head. “You know it would mean too much.”

Nieva — "Probably, maybe. don't know anything is certain. Not knowing is being alive, there's a whole bunch of people who dedicate their lives to finding out how shit works and almost all of them find nothing or a bit of something. at the time you probably thought kissing me would be too much, yet you still did it."

Myriad — “Because I couldn’t help it. Because at the moment I was weak and I gave in without even trying to fight.” Myriad leaned against a post within the cabin, focusing on gathering his thoughts.

Nieva — She raised an eyebrow. "And you're stronger now, when I'm stood by your bed wearing only a shirt?" {Men} She sighed and rolled her eyes before sitting down on his bed. "Doesn't matter. All in the past now. We all make mistakes."

Myriad — {I manage to piece myself together and it’s like she crumbles me in an instant.} Myriad shook his head and didn’t respond, simply coming over to the bed and taking a seat himself.

Nieva — She nudged him with her shoulder. "C'mon don't be like that. It'll be ok" She couldn't read the meaning of the silence well. "We strive for danger, because there is no fun to be found is safety. May the lines dull our faces and may our bodies go cold. We keep on dying together, because we love to live."

Myriad — He nodded slowly. There was a reason he had gained such fame and renown during his time in camp. Every challenge was met head on, and obviously he always came out on top.

Nieva — "I kinda wrote it and kinda didn't. I read a poem and I didn't like it so I stole some words from it and made it better. I know it's kinda stupid but poems really help explain the stuff that can't be explained."

Myriad — “Use words from someone else when you have no words of your own.” Myriad said sagely.  “I’ve done it before.” To comfort demigods or other such things. Mortals with sight in the mist, or ones who were just startled.

Nieva — "I have words of my own. I used them to make their words better." She slowly moved her hand towards his, her movements now cautious as ever.

Myriad — He didn’t reject the hand, in fact he met her halfway. His hands definitely felt different. Beyond calloused, they were scarred beyond belief now. Myriad was truly a battle hardened warrior, and him being in such a normal state was...well, not normal.

Nieva — And the fingers went between his. "Weird isn't it? How like fingers perfectly go in the gaps between other fingers and the head goes perfectly between the neck and shoulder when people hug. It's like we were designed to love each other. Gods gave us the ability to destroy and love each other."

Myriad — “A coincidence. We changed ourselves to work together. To fit. They simply helped a bit.” Myriad stared at the floor for a few long moments. “Some of us are made to destroy.”

Nieva — "Well enough boring poetry shit. Bedtime. Let me sleep in, those fuckers are always late to training anyway" She let go of his hand and dramatically flopped herself onto her side with her head on the pillow, facing with her back to the wall.

Myriad — Myriad rolled his eyes. What could one expect from most of these campers anyway? He rolled into hose side, which faces her. His dark gaze was hard to interpret, but watched her steadily.

Nieva — {SERIOUSLY?} Tells her she has to resist then pulls this stunt. He was just laid there looking at her, she had bad girl in her nature and it was already hard enough. Regardless, if he was going to make things difficult so was she, she returned his gaze while her hand went up to stroke his cheek. "Still cute."

Myriad — “I think not.” He didn’t move away, but remained watchful. Her hand was as cold as always. A source of comfort in his own heat.

Nieva — "What are you thinking about? you're staring" She moved towards him, but ever so slightly. She pulled the covers up to her neck.

Myriad — “How long it’s been since I’ve seen you. How I managed to survive all sorts of poisons and wounds...and yet I’m weak and vulnerable next to you.” He answered honestly.

Nieva — "How so? Why?" She inched closer to him trying to hide the glint in her eye. "What do you mean weak and vulnerable? I'm not going to hurt you." {Say it}

Myriad — "Because you're it." Myriad's gaze didn't change much. "My everything on this planet. After I left, all I did was travel and fight. I ate when I had to. Slept when it was only necessary. For the first few months....I forgot what my own voice sounded like. I just...replayed everything in my head. And you were it. I saw the whole planet. Yet at every moment, you were my world."

Nieva — "I thought I said enough of the poetry." She laughed. "Every time I get drunk, like really drunk I always start rambling on about how you were going to come back for me. Not as cutesy but I wasn't expecting that so you know.. I don't really have words." Her body moved by itself closer and closer until her lips almost touched his. "Stop me, because I can't."

Myriad — Right there, Myriad was tested. He looked at her with the smile only she ever received, mentally cursing himself. "I told you, you make me weak. We both knew the moment I said yes, that if you laid here with me, I could not tell you no." He closed the distance, capturing her lips before she could engage his. This time, the passion was there, though it was a slow-burn tension that had troubled him since they'd reunited.

Nieva — She had already made her desperation quite vocal, practically begging him. This was the wrong thing to do, totally wrong, totally bad and yet here they were. Her hands moved to the back of his head, moving wildly through his hair. She had to hold onto something, the desperation between them was exhilarating. The wild erratic movements made her certain that if she let go of him one of them would hurt themselves on something, perhaps fall or hit some body part on the bed-frame.

**March 11, 2020**

Nieva — Nieva gave a soft knock at the door, she had her hands full with something so she couldn't knock very hard.

Myriad — Myriad answered as he was the most awake. He looked a bit disheveled. I said most awake as in he was barely waking up when she’d knocked. He wore a sleeveless shirt and a pair of worn shorts. “Yes?”

Nieva — Nieva stood there wearing just a leather jacket over some jeans. In her arms she held baby Lilly. She didn't say anything, because there was nothing to be said, it was obvious why she was here.

NPC — Lilly squealed loudly and reached for her dad. She almost fell out of Nieva's arms.

Myriad — Myriad nearly panicked and overjoyed at the sight of Lily, her her nearly falling over. He held his hands out, but quickly looked to Nieva, not voicing his concern either.

Nieva — She held Lilly tighter. "I know baby I know." \*She said in a high pitched gooey voice as she kissed  her on the forehead. It was obvious by her face she was extremely nervous, but she trusted him not to fuck this up. She passed Lilly to him, resisting the urge to kiss him or touch him.

NPC — Lilly squeeled and tried desperately to get to him. "DADDDYYYYYYY!"

Myriad — Myriad gave her a grateful smile, taking Lily as carefully as he could while resisting the same urge. “Hello baby! Calm down, I’m here, I’m here. Daddy isn’t going anywhere.” His grateful smile morphed into one of glee, and he pressed a quick kiss to his daughter's nose.

Nieva — Nieva looked away. {Not going anywhere ha..} She knew he would just leave them again if anything he didn't like happened. He'd already promised her that. "I'm guessing you want to be left alone with her so I'll just go I guess?" She didn't think she could handle this, it would feel too much like before. Too much like everything was ok and nothing had changed.

NPC — Lilly giggled as he kissed her tiny nose, squirming about and just being a happy little kid.

Myriad — Myriad hesitated and shook his head. “I won’t make you leave. I left. You were the one who take care of the kids. It’s your decision to stay, to leave, to take or or let her stay a bit.” He understood what he’d done wrong. And for the first time since he’d came back, Myriad’s tense, broad shoulders seemed to relax.

Nieva — "I know it's my choice. But what do you want?" She looked back at him, her shoulders dropped slightly. She was extremely uncomfortable with all of this. She couldn't do anything right because it was wrong to want what she wanted but she didn't know how to want anything else. She must be unhappy if she is to do the right thing.

Myriad — “I want to love my kids. I want to be able to see them if I or they want to and not cause trouble. I don’t want to make things any more complicated.” Myriad said softly.

Nieva — "Yeah sure... whatever. You can come round and see them whenever. Here's her diapers and shit" Nieva threw a bag on the floor "Just bring her back whenever you want."

Myriad — Myriad shook his head and sighed. As he did his best to entertain his daughter, he gave Nieva a pointed look. “Why are you acting like this now?”

Nieva — "I'm not acting like anything. I'm giving you what you want." She crossed her arms. "I'm doing the right thing aren't I?"

Myriad — Myriad took a deep breath, letting his scarred fingers waggle and dazzle Lilly while he spoke. "Giving me what I want isn't always doing the right thing." He stated simply. "If you aren't comfortable, in the eyes of just about everyone, from even me to the legal system, you can tell me no. I can and will wait. I told you we would work on things, and you agreed. So work."

Nieva — "I am working on stuff. This IS me working on stuff. do you want her or not?" She looked away. Why couldn't this just be easy.

Myriad — "I do. You know I do." Myriad was growing frustrated. It wasn't easy being on the high ground, holding himself back and trying to talk through things. "But do you want me to?"

Nieva — "Yeah. You should be able to see your kids it's just like...what you should do."

**March 24, 2020**

Alëna — Alëna goes ahead and leaves an ordinary brown package outside the Ares cabin door, with a note attached saying:

'For Micah. Be lucky I'm feeling generous so here's some basilisk scales. 30 feet by 5 feet. You are fucking welcome.'

~ Alëna

Micah — The door was answered by the young man known as Micah. He looked down to the package, read the note and tilted his head. What could he do with basilisk scales? Maybe some new gauntlets.

**May 26, 2020**

NPC — An Ares girl awoke in the middle of the night. One by one she would slip her airpods into her sisters ears so that they could listen to Prime C's wonderful song...

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