Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
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Castor had meant to be at the pool at a much earlier time. He didn't like to be late on any given occasion, but certainly not to a date. He had planned on getting here early, sneaking some candles out of the Trivia kid's stashes, and making the place a little more romantic. Not that it wasn't a nice place of course. The pool was gorgeous, designed and built by the best engineers since Rome itself. The place was a gorgeous feat of architecture, but it was still just a pool. Not exactly the kind of ambience that he wanted to be displaying on his first night with her.
Scarlett. The daughter of Hades who had utterly bewitched him. He tended to have a wandering eye. It wasn't that he meant to hurt anyone of course, his mind had just always seemed to jump around from one person to the next. He liked the challenge, the excitement of meeting someone new. The ins and outs of a new relationship. Then things tended to get boring and old. The magic died and he found himself wandering again.
Since he had met her, however, he hadn't been able to focus on much else. She was beautiful and sweet. She held her own in banter and had him genuinely laughing at her wit. She was the daughter of Hades and yet he would have pegged her for Apollo perhaps, any god or goddess of radiating sunshine. There was just something about her fire and heart that drew him. A kind of unapologetic openness that was wholly unexpected.
He had planned on being early, and then Kade had accidentally stabbed Morrigan. One of camp's Praetors was in some sort of magical coma and needless to say, he had been a bit preoccupied. He had practically thrown his swimming trunks and purple camp shirt on before speaking to the Centurion on duty. Once ensuring he and Scarlett wouldn't be disturbed, he slipped away to the pool.
He tried to slip in unnoticed but her eyes were upon his in an instant, drawing a smile immediately to his lips. "Competitive are we?" He gave her a wink before glancing, just the barest of glances, to what she was wearing. His attention almost immediately moving to focus on taking off his shirt as another grin came over his face. Scarlett joked about him standing her up and he shook his head, "Your father and his hellhounds couldn't stop me from tonight, I promise you." He pulled the shirt off and hung it up on one of the pegs, walking over to where she sat.
Castor sat down next to her, his feet slipping into the cool water. "My apologies for the late arrival. I had to handle something with camp." He glanced over, sincerity lacing his words. He didn't go on further, though if she'd ask, he'd tell her more. He didn't particularly want to think about the events of earlier though. He didn't want to think about anything outside of being with her. He had been looking forward to tonight much more than he'd care to admit and didn't want to waste it. "How was your day?" He found himself watching her, genuinely curious before adding to his words, a half-grin on his face, "Any Romans I need to beat up?"
Claire made a joke about messing up his pretty face and Castor chuckled, "No we don't. I actually have a date tonight." It had been a little while since he had been on a date. The last one had been three months ago. It hadn't gone well, but it hadn't gone to Pluto either. It just hadn't been what he was hoping for. He knew this one had much better odds. If he was being honest, she had him more in her pocket than he'd like to admit.
Castor held the little gleaming piece of jewelry out to Claire and as she confirmed it, he frowned. They would all have to be more careful. Thankfully, he hadn't seen anything of the sort lying around in other place, but the more bodies that crowded into camp, the higher the odds that slip-ups would happen. Slip-ups that could injure humans as well as equines. "I may ask the Vulcan kids if they can come up with something to sweep the area of debris on rotation." At least then they could ensure the safety of the stables. As for the rest of the camp, he had no clue.
Castor grabbed a nearby brush and began rhythmically brushing the unicorn as he listened to Claire speak. He was glad he hadn't kept her from anything important. As she offered to help him he gave a half-grin. "I'm cleaning the stables out today. Are you sure you want to volunteer?" He held out the brush that he had been using on the mare out to her in offer. He wasn't sure if she'd take him up on it, it wasn't the most glamorous job on campus to say the least. "If you're really offering, I would appreciate the help. If you could give her a nice once-over with the brush, I'll finish mucking the stall?"
Castor shook his head, a light chuckle coming out of his lips. "Just ask any of my siblings, I'm sure they'll disagree about that." He liked to think of himself as a good guy, but there were always two sides to every story. He knew he could be a little egotistical at times, a little too forgiving for his own good. He might not be a bad-guy per se, but he surely wasn't too good to be true.
Her hands ran through her blonde locks and Castor followed the motion with his eyes before she commented again on how sweet he was. He gave her a smirk, "Are you trying to rob me or something? If so, I've got to say, the distraction is working." He grinned, meeting her eyes for a moment more. She was beautiful, but more than that she seemed utterly different than any of the girls who he had been around before.
They continued walking along and he felt a pleased sense of satisfaction swelling in his chest as she seemed to be in awe of their movie theater. He made a mental note that she liked Marvel movies. He had never been one to watch any of them, but they seemed to be popular around camp. "Yeah, I've never seen them before but they do show those. The only downside is that you should probably venture outside of the borders for snacks. They have popcorn, but sometimes candy or snack shipments get delayed." That had been an issue that was becoming more and more frequent. He had meant to ask Dareios about it, but it had slipped his mind.
Castor was watching her as the grin fell from her face. Her whole demeanor shifted and he didn't like the tense feeling that began creeping in the longer he listened to her. He found himself wishing he could change things, if not just for her but all of the Greek campers. He couldn't imagine not having a safe home to reside in. He wondered if perhaps this was, at least in some small way, a blessing in disguise for them. "I'm sorry. That's ridiculous. You're no more a danger to someone than anyone else here is. You didn't deserve to get treated that way."
He shook his head, the whole idea of jailing someone because of who their godly parent was made his blood run warm. "So what if monsters like you more? You still deserve to live." Scarlett spoke about New Rome and Castor felt equal parts sadness and happiness. He couldn't imagine living a life like she had to endure, but on the bright side: She was here. That other life was out there and waiting. "Maybe you can hang around a bit and I'll get to show you what life on the other side is like? Safe college. Safe future. Families and legacies all living safely. It doesn't have to be you living in fear or seclusion. And hey... you're already inside…that's half the battle." He gave a soft chuckle. That was the truth, Lupa was not an easy gatekeeper to slip past.
Castor found himself laughing at her joke, the son of Mercury not giving a care in the world who was around to hear. He shook his head with a grin still on his lips, "Now I'm sure you're setting me up for a robbery." Her eyes were dancing with light and humor and when she murmured that he could never disappoint her he found that his cheeks were matching her own. "I think you're giving me too much credit. I'm in the third cohort for a reason." He knew she didn't mean disappointment as far as training or anything similar like that, but he wasn't perfect. There were many an ex-girlfriend who could be a testament to that.
He shook his head when she asked if her boldness was too much. He made sure to meet her eyes, sincerity lining every word, "No. Not at all. Call it, pleasantly surprised." He knew it wasn't a good thing, but he had never been drawn to quiet and reserved girls. She joked about stabbing him in his sleep and had he not been a perfect gentleman, he would have said the first thing that popped inside of his head. Instead of that, however, he went with the second, "I am very okay with you." He couldn't exactly speak for the rest of the Greek population, but this one? She had charmed him.
Scarlett asked about his buddies teasing him and he shook his head, "They couldn't make me not do something, at least not when it comes to dating. They could try and tease me but I'm not exactly a by-the-book Roman if you hadn't noticed. That kind of stuff has never bothered me."
Then her eyes clouded and he found himself genuinely at a lost over what he had said that could have hurt her feelings. His mind replaying all of the words that he had said. Then she spoke, her words filled with hurt and he wasn't exactly sure how to respond. His face softened and he turned to face her, "I didn't mean to upset you. We’re not heartless, I promise. I think that came out wrong. Each of us…"He made a face as he thought to some of his other legion-mates, "Almost…each of us would die for anyone here. We're all a family. And I'm sure that can only change for the better once we all start adapting to each other and our way of life." He didn't know what the plan was, he wasn't that important, but he assumed somewhere down the line there would be a plan put in place to meld the two camps. To figure out some way to make this whole thing work together.
The conversation shifted to her knife throwing and he found himself grinning at the confidence that she had in her abilities. He put his fingertips to his temple in a salute, "Ma'am yes ma'am." Answering her question of if he would trust her. He reasoned that she would hands-down be the prettiest instructor he had ever dealt with in his career, much less the kindest.
She brought up him bending the rules for her and he found himself mimicking the smirk that she was giving him. She was trouble. Unfortunately, just the kind of trouble that he had a hard time staying away from. "I go into New Rome at least once a week. It wouldn't be hard at all to schedule in another tour and show you the sights." She licked her lips, her words toying with him and while he knew he was edging dangerously close to the cliff, he couldn't make himself step away. "I think I'd like that."
Claire made a crack at a unicorn getting the best of him and he laughed lightly "Compared to my half-siblings she's a walk in the park." It was a full-time job keeping his siblings under control. They were apparently better behaved than their Greek counterparts, but they did their fair share of getting into trouble. He had spent countless a night trying to wrangle them in as they had snuck out past curfew. Or when they skipped classes they found too tedious or boring. Or when one of them got the awful urge to pull a prank. He would rather deal with an antsy equine knocking him down repeatedly than half of the stuff they pulled.
Castor waited for the all-clear from Claire before moving. When she spoke up he nodded, his hand gently touching the unicorn's leg. "Alright Viribus, let's take it easy. We're just trying to help." He moved his hand down, applying pressure and holding the hoof carefully. Castor squatted down and got a better grip on the area. "Keep her nice and still. I really don't want to end up with a horseshoe to the face. Much too handsome for that." He grinned at his little joke as he made sure that he spoke nice and easy, no quick or negative inflections in his voice. "I see it." He murmured before getting the snippers and pulling out the shard.
He had been right, it was something small and thankfully, not deep. He pulled the item out and let the unicorn's hoof go back down. "There. How is that hmm?" He nodded to Claire to take the towel off her eyes. He made sure to watch her, in case she still couldn't put weight on it. Castor put the snippers back on the wall and held up the item to show Claire. A golden charm that looked like it belonged on a necklace or bracelet. "I think it's from a Greek. I've seen a few of them wear necklaces with little charms on them." He held it out to Claire for her to inspect.
The unicorn hadn't stomped her feet since he had removed the item and he let out a small breath of relief. He was thankful they wouldn't have to call anyone over. Of course that also meant he had to get back to work, but one little break wouldn't hurt anything. "Thanks for helping, what did I drag you from?"
Castor sighed, leaning his head back against the wooden wall. The temperature was too warm in the stall. He could feel the sweat begin to run down his back. It wasn't that the weather outside was sweltering or anything like that. The mare's body was simply producing too much heat from her nervous movements. The stall wasn't the largest area and between her and him in the small space, the son of Mercury was ready to abandon it all and go jump in the pool. Thankfully, someone had heard his plea for help and he looked up as Claire came into view, looking over the stall door. He gave her a wave of his hand, a tired smile on his lips. "Yeah, thanks. My next attempt was going to try and play chess with her but your advice sounds much better."
Claire walked into the stall, the space filling with another body. Normally he would be concerned, especially if it had been any other animal. Unicorns were similar to their mortal ancestors though, sometimes confinement could help. You just had to know what you were doing. Castor took her outstretched hand, standing up, not bothering to dust himself off. "Yeah, you could say that." He ran his hands over the mare's body, murmuring soothing words before turning his attention back to Claire. "She has something stuck in her shoe. I think I can get it out, but there's too much going on. I couldn't get her to calm down." He knew Claire wouldn't have much in the gifts department. Her father was Mars and not exactly known for calming effects on equine. He nodded in the direction of the wall nearest her. "See that towel? I need you to slowly cover her eyes. That should calm her down enough to let me get it out."
Castor let Claire hold the mare steady while he leaned over and grabbed the snippers from the wall. He was nowhere near the farrier that some Apollo or even Vulcan kids were but he knew he could get it out. It hadn't looked deep enough to warrant needing anything or anyone more skilled. If he had to guess, he would say it was probably something she stepped on right before being led in. With all of the incoming traffic they would all have to be more careful around the space.
He waited for Claire to give him the word. "I don't think she'll care once I actually get her hoof to where I can work on it, but the more calm and still you could get her the better it'll be for all of us." He gave her a supportive grin
Castor nodded as she asked if he was a son of Mercury, giving a short laugh as she mentioned hiding her shiny things. "I said son of Mercury, not son of an ADD puppy dog, common mistake." He had never actually stolen anything in his entire life. In fact a lot of his siblings tended to be more apt into breaking into things versus thieving, he chalked it up to the whole Roman and Greek thing. He understood quickly why she had mentioned it though when she brought up her powers. "I assure you, I would never take anything that wasn't expressly given to me. That's not exactly my kind of thing." He gave her a soft smile as she made a little joke about being a downer and he shook his head, "I don't think you could be a downer if you tried."
Castor watched her face light up with surprise and he couldn't help but give her another grin. "Yeah, there's a few Venus and Apollo kids who have connections in the movie business. We get films that aren't even released to mortals yet." There were certainly perks to being a Roman and legacies were one of them. Whole families living inside of the New Rome, sometimes venturing out into the mortal world for careers and commuting back to be safe with their loved ones at night. From what he gathered, the Greeks didn't have anything even remotely similar. He couldn't imagine the loneliness that a life like that would bring. Scarlett mentioned she hadn't eaten in a restaurant in a long time, following it up with a question that had him shaking his head again, "Nah. Not in the least." He wanted to ask how long she had been at her old camp, but feared bringing it up again. Instead she spoke up, as if reading his mind.
A small line appeared between his furrowed brows. Why contain her like a dangerous animal? The question bouncing around in his head, irritation following it. He tried to phrase exactly what he wanted to say before asking, not wanting to make her upset at his implication. "They treated you different because of your parentage?" That was an area where his camp had most certainly gotten it right. You were treated accordingly to your skill and merits, lineage had almost nothing to do with it. She asked about Camp Jupiter doing the same and he again shook his head at the idea, "Nah. I mean, don't get me wrong, extra-curricular cardio isn't allowed per se but we have an entire city in New Rome to live in and raise our families inside."
He found himself chuckling at her mention of a third date. "I haven't even made it to the first and I'm being promoted to a third? It's the roguish good looks isn't it?" He was kidding of course. Even he didn't have an ego that massive. He didn't press further and she seemed content to move on from the heavier topic as well. There was always a time for that later, especially if she was giving him a third date.
Her words flirted with the thought of being with someone else and he raised his eyebrow. A pleased feeling swelling in his chest. She didn't seem like the kind of girl who would play coy and play games, but it was nice to actually here the words out loud. "Well, I'll try not to disappoint." She made a joke about being a daughter of the love goddess and he grinned. He wouldn't have pegged her for one in a million years, that was certain. She was much too fiery, much too bold and witty to be. He cocked his head to the side playfully, "You're awfully bold, are you sure you're not a Roman?"
Scarlett teasingly brought up Dareios and Castor would have rather taken a spatha to the knee than send her to talk to him about his friendliness. "We actually have two of them but if you do enjoy my dashingly handsome face I highly suggest not saying a word to either of them." He didn't think Morrigan would care too much, but he could only imagine the ways Dareios would get back at him.
He had focused back on the tour, casually answering her question and he was surprised when she stopped him, placing a hand softly on his arm. His face softened at the words and it struck him there in that moment how different their two lives were. "I'm glad I could help, but in this place we don't exactly value differences and uniqueness. We're all one part of a large team and knowing that some parts are less important than others is just how it is." He said it gently, not wanting to offend her. He could see why the notion might have offended her, but in their world it was a simple truth not a sad bleakness.
She bit her lip and he thought it was a little unfair how cute she was. That thought only amplified as she pretended to fling an invisible knife, rotating her wrist. "Hmm. No promises. Delicate motions aren't exactly a practiced skill here." Their ideas about training centered more on stabby-stab motions and not delicate and intricate weapons work. She asked if he would have asked her out and he tilted his chin towards her, a playful grin on his face, "What do you think?"
Her blue eyes were piercing and he had to force himself to look away, to actually do the thing he had been asked to do. Though, if he was being honest, he was enjoying simply walking with her. Task or no task, he wanted to be near her presence. He listened to her talk about her camp. There were certain similarities, though the differences far outweighed them. She mentioned sneaking into New Rome and he shook his head, "I wouldn't do it if I were you. They're going to have centurions posted around the clock, at least for the first few weeks."
He would know, his name being on the list multiple times. "I think your best option would be to talk a Bacchus kid into throwing something, not that I condone it of course." He winked at her. He wouldn't want her to get into trouble of course, but he also wouldn't mind the chance of seeing her pretty face while on duty. That was a nice thought that could get him through a few boring hours of rotation.
Castor found himself in the stables, covering a cleaning shift that was supposed to be done by a girl from the second cohort. Instead, she had been called to guard duty due to some malfunction of the barrier so he had volunteered to cover her shift. He didn't mind working in the stables. It was normally easy enough and it allowed lots of solitude and time to think. The unicorns were prone to irritation if there was a lot of noise so the place was relatively calm. At least it had been. The Greeks had brought their own four-legged equines. There were pegasi as well as a few who looked like wind spirits, some that enjoyed turning invisible at will. The place was practically busting at the seams with all of the new animals.
That meant double cleaning shifts of course, as well as irritation in spades. A few of the horses didn't mind the extra company but unfortunately for him, the majority did. That made the task of brushing them and cleaning out their stables particularly challenging. He had been in the stables all morning and had yet to only fully complete 8 stalls. That sounded impressive, until one realized that there were well over sixty available. He wasn't working alone of course, there were others coming in and out of the stables, but they had their own tasks and work to complete.
He made his way to the next stall, the unicorn highly antsy. He tried murmuring calming words, but she wasn't having it. Castor's hands found her muscular shoulder and he tried soothingly petting her, but she tossed her head, stomping her rear left hoof. He glanced over at it as she stomped it again. "Something wrong?" He spoke, almost to himself. Castor leaned down, running his hand down the leg, putting a small amount of pressure so she'd know to pick it up. She obliged and he saw a small piece of something that had gotten lodged in the hoof almost immediately. He turned to look for the nippers but before he could grab them she tossed her head again, moving her body and knocking him over. Castor gave a small grunt as he hit the stable floor and sighed, calling out to whoever was near, irritation clear in his voice. "Can anyone step inside ang give me a hand here?"
Castor grinned at her joke. He wasn't exactly sure what he had been expecting when he had first heard the news that Greek campers would be arriving. He had tried not to cast judgement of course, but mainly he had been more concerned about his friend. The arrival of the group had put Dareios in an understandably more stressed out mood. He hadn't actually sat down and thought about what those campers might be like personally yet. Whatever his mind might have come up with though, she was wholly unexpected and far from what he could have pictured.
"I'm always up for a challenge. I'm a child of Mercury. We're not as bad as the kids from Mars or Jupiter, but we're definitely a close second. Or rather….third I guess." His eyes, very quickly, passed over the hip that she drew attention to, the boy unable to wipe the grin off of his face. She sounded like she was flirting with the idea of letting him ask for a date and he figured half the battle was already won in that regard.
Scarlett asked what would qualify as a date around here and he angled his head, looking over at her. Her eyes met his and the joke that he had on the tip of his tongue vanished. He nodded, "Of course, of course. Well…" He pointed straight ahead of them. "We normally have them there, straight ahead and down that path. That's where New Rome is. It has restaurants and a movie theater. You know, proper dating venues." He thought about someone trying to have a date inside of Camp Jupiter and he found himself chuckling, "I think the praetors would flay us alive if someone tried romancing someone else on the field of Mars or gods forbid near the Praetoria."
The conversation rapidly took a dip and he found himself holding his breath as she spoke about her camp and getting through it. He didn't remark that he tended to be the oddball of camp. That his legion-mates tended to be less social and more stabby. Though, maybe that could change. Strangers things had happened in the past. Her eyes remained on him and for a moment he let the space around them fade away. She shook away the notion of him being a jerk and he ignored the ridiculous urge to give her a hug. "Hey, if you ever need to talk, I'm here." He hoped she heard the sincerity in his voice, his eyes remaining focused on hers a moment more before the edge of his lips pulled softly, "Just ask for Castor The Incredible and I'm sure someone will point you my way."
He was slightly relieved when the conversation turned to lighter things. He knew he had no business, well, getting into her business. He was perfectly content with their light-hearted banter. At least for now. As she mention one-on-one situations, however, he rolled with the suggestion, "Well, I think I can accommodate that." A certain kind of tension creeping into him as he glanced over at her, not trusting himself to elaborate further.
She playfully made a jab at him and he found himself grinning at her joke before putting a hand to his heart in mock pain, "Ouch. Ego? I'm the most humble person in this place, ask anyone." He pretended to dust his shoulder off before moving on. The other legionnaire putting a damper on their little stroll. He was thankful that she rolled with the punches, laughing at the scowl. He was very thankful for that. He wasn't sure what he might had done if she had taken it to heart. "He wouldn't dare. Believe it or not, the Praetors do hold us accountable for you Greeks feeling welcomed."
There of course was a limit on what was to be allowed and what wasn't but he doubted anyone would be permitted in outwardly hostile behavior that was completely unprovoked. At least never in front of him, whether it was to a Greek or a Roman for that matter.
He couldn't help but give a soft laugh at her mention of him being a special centurion. He was thankful his cohort wasn't around to hear it. "Nah, not at all. I honestly don't think anyone would care. I'm not exactly important enough for that." He hadn't said it to get sympathy, it had been the honest to gods truth and it never bothered him. He wasn't anyone in a seat of power. There would be no risk of clouded judgement for anything, nor would anyone care much about what he did. Though his friend might have a few choice words, he doubted it would ever go past the normal crap talking that they were usually oh-so fond of in their exchanges.
Castor nodded along as she spoke about her old camp. Nudging her shoulder playfully with his own as she mentioned he wouldn't be as good as she was. "Careful, you'll beat me in the running for most modest around here." He was enjoying talking with her. She had a way that made him feel at ease, in his element. It was almost effortless. He had been so at ease that as she asked him to sneak away for a swim it totally caught him off guard. A pleasantly shocked face came over him as he smirked, "And here I was thinking I was supposed to be the one who asked you out." He ran through a mental list of who was going to be on guard tonight.
If he was correct, it was someone who he could easily get to turn a blind eye to the infraction. A little bribe and they would be fine. He gave her a mischievous shrug, "I guess you'll just have to find out." Castor had a little trouble after that pulling his attention away from the very un-chivalrous thoughts that were currently in his brain to the question that she had asked him.
Taking a little longer to respond that he should have. He shook his head, "Not really. The camp sometimes has banquets after war games but usually if you want to dance you've got to sneak into New Rome." He had never attended anything larger than something a child of Bacchus threw in their barracks once but he enjoyed music and dancing. He had tried sneaking away to New Rome to a club, but the only time he had tried one of the ghosts turned him in immediately. "What about you guys? Don't tell me you have big camp dances and balls like in middle school?"
Touché. She had scored a point on him. Castor found himself genuinely laughing at her remark. The quickness was a refreshing change of pace for the son of Mercury. He shook his head in mock disbelief, "I actually got horrible grass stains on mine the other day. The dry cleaners are taking a load of time getting it back to me. I suspect they're just jealous of how well I fill it out." He found it easy to slip into this give and take conversation with her. She was easy to talk to, and was possibly one of the only handful of girls who was able to keep up with his humor. Normally girls either got annoyed and told him to leave or they constantly asked him to tell a joke, as if that was how humor worked.
As she answered his question, the nature of their little back and forth subtly shifted. He tilted his head to the side, trying to read her expressions. To see if she had been serious or not. Had the comment come from the mouth of a child of Venus or Mars, he might not have cared too much. They thrived on competition and the game of cat and mouse. Flirting was like breathing to them. Coming from the lips of this stranger, however, he found himself unwilling to back down from the challenge she presented him with. "Well I am third co-hort centurion remember? I know you're new around here but that's kind of a big deal." That fact was very much not a big deal of course.He very smugly wiped pretend dirt off his shoulder. "There's basically nothing I can't do." He again found himself laughing towards the end of the sentence. His eyes lingering on hers. Game on indeed, possibly whether he went willingly or not.
She spoke about their training, bringing up the trauma of everything that had happened and Castor immediately found himself feeling like a jerk. He hadn't meant to bring up their camp and what had happened but he could see in hindsight how careless it had been. "No, hey, you can't go there. What happened more than likely couldn't have been prevented or stopped. Sometimes bad things just happen and it's not anyone's fault." He held her gaze, the words sincere. He had seen that look in her eyes countless times before. Kids who couldn’t save siblings, families who lost children, children who lost parents. There was always more they swore they could have done but at the end of the day, all that that kind of thinking did was put more guilt and pain into the ones who were still living. It wouldn't bring anyone or anything back.
She bit her lip, apologizing, and he shook his head, "There's nothing to apologize for. You have a right to feel and say whatever you need to. I'm the jerk that brought it up." He gave her a half-grin, listening quietly as she spoke again about training. As she asked about private lessons he nodded, "Look, don't do anything you're not comfortable with yet. But, yes, when you're ready, I can fit in some private training lessons." He and Dareios liked to train together whenever it was possible, when they could fit it into the Praetor's schedule. He mused that on the days when they couldn't, it wouldn't be bad to have a sparring partner that was so easy on the eyes. She mentioned it'd be a shame to scar his pretty face and he winked, "Thanks for noticing. I take it I'm doing well in the dating possibility department?"
He laughed but the tension hung in the air between the two. He let it linger for a heartbeat more before he began showing her around and he found himself thankful for the distraction. She might not be a daughter of the goddess of love but there was something different about her that intrigued him more than he'd like to admit. She thanked him and he shrugged, "No problem, I'm sure you've noticed by now how hospitable we Romans are." He grinned, nodding once to a scowling Roman who was passing by that all but made his point entirely.
Castor nodded along as he listened to her talk about the things she enjoyed. "I don't blame you on the swimming. We aren't exactly known for our aquatic skills here." The knife throwing had surprised him. He was a little bemused that perhaps she hadn't been joking about scarring his face. Leave it to him to flirt with a Greek girl that had an affinity for blades. "I can't say I'm much good with knives but I can help with sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat. Maybe you can teach me a trick with the knife throwing. Might be fun to surprise the Praetor one day."
He walked along and pointed to his left where a marbled building stood, "There are the barracks, which I'm sure you're familiar with already." He then pointed to the right, "That building a little farther up, to the right is the baths. Inside you'll find separate areas for the actual baths, sauna, pool, and workout room. Might be a little safer than actually trying to swim in a body of natural water." He continued on, giving her plenty of space in the conversation for questions before moving on.
When she asked what he liked to do, he shrugged, "Training mostly." He gave a little chuckle before continuing on, "I also like to dance, believe it or not. I like being around people, reading sometimes. I'm kind of a boring guy compared to most of the kids here." Which was true. There were kids who spent their free time chilling in the underworld and other kids who rode clouds in the air for fun. Compared to them he was as boring as they came.
Castor still had the grin on his face as the girl's eyebrows had risen. He wondered for half of a moment if she was going to slap him. He personally hadn't thought that the joke was too crude or ill-intended at her expense, but she was Greek. He mused that maybe their views on humor varied from theirs. Instead of smacking him across the face however, she smiled while shaking her head, humor in her reply. Castor gave her a mock hurt expression, his hand moving to his chest, "I would never joke about training, I assure you. They offer more mobility….lots of airflow." He began to laugh after that, unable to keep the joke from going on further. The idea of Dareios Bane fighting in a summer dress was enough to make Castor giggle like a two-year old, the brunette quickly ditching that image as he turned his focus back to her. Answering the second part of her comment he gave her a sideways grin, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "Is that a challenge?"
Castor had thus far remained perfectly gentlemanly, the epitome of diplomacy in his personal opinion. The Greeks were here seeking asylum and at least until they had adjusted and worked through whatever they needed to, he would ensure that himself and those in his cohort remained respectful and accommodating. At least as much as he could enforce. Now, if those said Greeks had moved on and were ready to move past their, well, pasts. He had no issues going toe to toe with them. Whether the arena in question was a battle on the field or in hearts.
Castor listened quietly as she made her case for not training. There was never a valid reason for that in his opinion. Life didn't care about pesky little things like tragedies and downtime. Life came at you whether you wanted it to or not. It was best to be prepared. Though, if someone's heart wasn't in it, there wasn't a whole lot they could do other than build pointless muscle memory. "I don't think you'll find a single Roman here who doesn't want everyone to train. We're practically given spathas in the crib." A bemused smile crossed his face before looking up at her, "I'm a little surprised you guys don't. How do you make it out there?" He couldn’t imagine living out in the world of mortals without regular training, without the backing of his legion. He couldn't imagine a life that wasn't safe anymore.
He let the memory thing go. It seemed personal and he figured now wasn't exactly the best time to ask. Pending that she even wanted to elaborate further on the subject. Castor stood up as she admitted to losing the map, her cheeks turning a shade of crimson that had him momentarily forgetting what he was doing. Right. Training. He shook his head, sincerity in his features, "You're not, I promise you. You haven't even tried stabbing me yet, by Roman standards you're not even close to being a Hellhoundess. You've got to try a lot harder than that."
She gave him her name and he nodded his head, unfazed "Nice to meet you too." He would have never had guessed her lineage. Though he tried to remain impartial and un-judging, she was much too beautiful and much too outgoing for him to have guessed Hades. The few Pluto kids who he knew tended to be slightly vicious and cold. She was the utter opposite. Not concerned in the least, he found himself meeting her eyes, un-interested in the training that he had been, just moments ago, dying to do. He shifted, his gaze dropping just once to her lips before pulling them away and focusing instead on a pair of campers who had walked by.
Her next words though snapped his attention back to her and a grin spread across his face as she asked him to blow off training. "We are, but I think I can make an exception." He gave her a quick wink before checking his watch and noting the time. They had plenty and perhaps at the end he might even convince her to stay for the class. Castor motioned his hand towards the way he had just come, "One grand tour, coming right up." He began walking in pace with her. The first place they would come to would be the baths and the barracks. One he assumed she had already seen though the other might be a surprise. "So, Scarlett, if training isn't your thing. What do you like to do for fun?"
Castor gave a soft chuckle as the stranger addressed him, pointing out her lack of workout attire. He gave a mock serious face, "The jeans shorts are a little out of season. We did ask that trainees now come in sundresses but your new so I was going to let it go." He gave a grin before pointing to his left. A small building standing to the side of the marching ring held bathrooms and changing stalls. There was also usually a medic on rotation through the day. "That building has changing rooms. Also, bathrooms so you don't have to trek all the way across camp back to the barracks." He turned his attention back to her.
She said she didn't know why she had ended up here and he kneeled down, tightening the laces on his shoes. "Were you trying to end up somewhere else?" He looked up at her a moment, squinting one eye as the sun's rays momentarily blinded him before turning his attention to his task. Satisfied that he had laced them properly he moved his attention to the other shoe. He had heard that the Greek campers would receive maps, but he had seen enough of them in places that they shouldn't be recently to think otherwise. Much to his best friend's irritation of course.
He stood up and extended his hand to her, "My name is Castor by the way. Third cohort centurion." He didn't know if she would even know what that meant, but he figured it was worth saying. Not to impress her of course, but to show that he was someone who could help if she indeed was lost.
Castor made his way to the marching ring. One of the perks of being a senior camper in the legion was executing classes as an instructor. That was pending of course that the legionnaire was skilled. Unfortunately, Castor had seen his fair share of unskilled veteran members. Kids who had been counting down their days until they could go to college in New Rome and drop the PT altogether. He couldn’t imagine not training. Even while he was living in the moral world he packed his days with as much exercise and sports as he could handle and it hadn't ever been enough. Not until he had come home.
Castor filled in on a few teaching rotations as needed from swordsmanship, general PT, battle formations, and everything in between. Today he was at one of his favorites: the marching ring. Romans had taken the act of walking and turned it into a honed and beautifully simple way to conquer lands and topple empires. Maybe he was a glutton for punishment but he loved marching. There was just something about taking a rucksack, packing it with as much weight as possible, and trekking until your knees gave out that called to the boy. An honest and uncomplicated way to feel connected to his ancestors.
Castor glanced at his watch. He had made sure to arrive extra early to give himself some time to warm up and get a little workout in before class started and legionnaires showed up demanding his attention.
As he walked up his eyes scanned the area, looking over a few people who he recognized that were doing their own workouts or with partners. He nodded to a pair of romans before his eyes fell upon someone who he had never seen around camp before. Greek. She seemed to be alone and he glanced around a moment to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything before tossing his towel over one shoulder, walking over, a polite smile on his face. "Hey, are you here for the afternoon class?"
[UNATTATCHED] While not a relentless or shameless flirt, Castor does know he's good-looking and tends to come off very confident in the flirting department. He's dated a lot of females, though the implication that he's a heartbreaker would make him internally wince. While it's true that he moves on very quickly from relationship to relationship, he considers himself far too empathetic to break hearts in his wake. He's never found anyone that can keep his attention for more than a few weeks. [break][break] [EMPATHETIC] He's a generally nice guy. Compared to most Romans, he's practically a teddy bear. His upbringing instilled a strong sense of empathy to others. He can be very diplomatic and ease tension between arguments or diffuse tense situations. Due to his nature and the gifts from his father, he can be very persuasive when he wants to be. [break][break] [FUN-LOVING] The boy likes to have a good time. He's known the darker side of life and actively chooses to dwell on the light side as much as possible. He likes laughing and being around loud noises. When given the opportunity, he would happily spend all of his free time in New Rome at a party or socializing with others.[break][break] [CURIOUS] While he would never call himself a book-worm or be accused of being a nerd, the boy is inquisitive when it comes to a wide variety of things. He's been known to read entire volumes of books simply to test a theory or satiate whatever curiosity it peaked. He might not know advanced mathematical equations, but don't be surprised if he pulls out a random quote or historical fact seemingly out of the blue. [break][break] [ BIG BROTHER ] Castor has always had to play the role of big brother to people in his life, even to those that he was sometimes much younger than. The role comes naturally to the boy and he doesn't mind it. He tends to reach out to struggling legionnaires in his cohort or take a probatio or two under his wing. He takes his Centurion duties to heart and considers everyone under his command his personal responsibility. [break][break] [FORGIVING] If you do get him mad enough to make him want to attack you, your best option is to apologize swiftly. He is rarely mad but when that anger is pushed, there's not much he can do to hold it back. He tends to use his powers relentlessly until the other side yields or he passes out. The fortunate thing, however, is that he forgives and forgets almost instantly. He doesn't hold grudges and doesn't harbor anger. [break][break]
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Castor was born to a Jane Doe who died in labor with him. Nothing was known about the woman nor the child so no relatives were ever contacted. The baby was placed into social housing, but didn't stay long at the large facility. Castor was placed into the care of a temporary foster home, to an older couple who took in kids until people who could give them permanent homes were found. Castor grew up with a rotating group of children around him at all times. As the child grew he quickly developed the personality of looking after the others, despite at times being much younger than a few of them. [break][break] He grew up with relatively few issues. It was clear that he was athletically gifted and his temporary foster parents enrolled him in as many team sports as they could afford. He had no issues at school though he had never shown much interest in excelling academically. At the age of twelve, the couple adopted him officially, though Castor had never felt that he wasn't always their child. He grew up with a constant rotation of siblings and family and had no complaints. His life was perfectly perfect. Until it wasn't. [break][break] At the age of fourteen, he had gone to the zoo with his family. He had been in charge of the younger kids and had been holding up one of his six-year-old sisters to see one of the animals better when he felt a cold chill run down his spine. It had been during the summer and he had looked around in confusion only a moment before his eyes had fallen upon a hellhound. [break][break] At the time of course he had no idea of that, only that there was a large and vicious dog that seemed intent to eat him alive so he had ran with his sister in his arms. He ran to his family and couldn't understand why they were not reacting to the beast. His mother asked why he was upset at a big fluffy dog when the thing launched itself at him. Castor had moved to defend his family, to push them out of the way, but as he had moved quickly to the left his body had instantly been transported not directly to the left but a few hundred feet to the left. [break][break] Castor had shakily wobbled on his feet, expecting to see the thing attacking his family when much to his surprise, it turned in his direction and ignored his family completely. Castor had been relieved and horrified all at the same time. The boy did the only thing he knew to do: run. To which the animal chased. He had made it out of the park and into the nearby woods when the creature leapt at him, knocking him down. The two rolled together, Castor's arms getting scratched deeply before his fingers found a rock, striking the animal who, thankfully, ran away after the blow. [break][break] He had no sooner sat up when a deity appeared, claiming to be none other than his father. The god explained who he was and what he had to do. Castor hadn't wanted to leave his family but knew it was no longer safe for them. So he did what all Romans do and faced Lupa. [break][break] Castor spent a year with the she-wolf and arrived at camp at the age of fifteen. He had not been as bloodthirsty as Lupa had wanted him to be. He had not cared to challenge other students or dominate the training, to Lupa's dismay. The son of Mercury was placed into the third cohort, which had been just fine with him. He learned that he excelled at swordsmanship and how to properly wield his gifts. He adapted well to his new family and his new way of life. The constant in and out of new people was almost comforting. He has served eight years in the legion and plans to finish his full commitment before starting a career in new rome.
[TELEPORTATION - MAJOR] Castor has the ability to instantaneously move from one location to another without occupying the space in between. If it's a short distance, usually within a mile, he can be quite accurate. If it's anything over that distance he must concentrate extremely hard and even then there's a good chance he'll end up somewhere else entirely. [break][break] [SWORDSMANSHIP - MINOR] Castor, following his father's footsteps, is an excellent swordsman. He finds skill with the blade to come quite easy and has been training with it since the moment he joined the legion. [break][break] [CONVINCING - MINOR] When Castor puts his concentration into it, he can be extremely convincing. Not in the almost instantaneous way that the children of Jupiter or Venus are of course, but he can make his arguments and demands quite hard to turn down, especially if he can physically touch them. [break][break]
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