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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“Cool…” the son of Bacchus with the body of a teenage gladiator nodded, when Deaspro revealed who her godly parent was. It was true that many kids like them had a negative reaction to the children of Hades (or Pluto). Certainly Nathan had in the past in all honesty. But at his base, Nathan believed that every kid couldn’t help who their parents were. So as best he could (being 99% of the time) he treated every demigod kid he meet the way he wanted to be treated.
“I don’t know much about the whole Shadow Traveling thing that the Pluto- uhh…I mean Hades, kid do, but it sounds like you all need to do more stamina training” he said by way of understanding it all. “Not that I am saying it would help…just seems like it is something that MIGHT work…or not”. Sometimes Nathan felt as if he should just keep his mouth shut. But it seemed a good idea to his mind.
“No it isn’t…” he agreed with a playful chuckle. Every morning you could smell the aroma of the Mess Hall on the morning air after you left your barrack room or were coming in off guard duty on the camp perimeter. There was always an underlying smell of freshly cooked bacon that made one’s mouth water (unless you were a vegetarian in which case it probably smelt gross). “Good to know” he said with a nod. “Hate for you to get lost- it would really suck if you did and you needed to get somewhere in a hurry. I know it was a pain when I first got here. Got lost a few times and was punished for being late” Nathan remembered. It still happened- only now if a new kid in Third Cohort was late anywhere, the whole cohort got punished. It wasn’t so bad for Nathan when they had to push-ups as a penalty, because he was in such good shape, but it wasn’t easy for the others.
“What else has this camp have to offer…?” Nathan mused. He thought for a moment, exhaling as he did so. “Never actually been there, but from what I have heard of Camp Half Blood, it is kind of the same. There is an infirmary for the Apollo kids. The Vulcan kids have the forge that they bang on metal all day in and Jupiter kids have their temples”. He shrugged. “I guess it isn’t all that much different from that…just has a Roman flavor to it. Were you looking for anything in particular?” the son of Bacchus asked, hoping he was being helpful here.
Nathan gave a combination of a shrug and nod. Truth of the matter was that there had been boodles of Greek kids coming into camp of late and for one, he had not even meet half of them. They had their own issues to deal with- just surviving the retreat across country to Camp Jupiter, whereas he had been busy with his own duties and training as part of his cohort. Small wonder he had not encountered the daughter of Hades in question.
He was paying close attention to Aurora to make sure she was enjoying herself here that night, so he noticed the slightly sad tone in her voice, searching her eyes to find out the truth behind her words. To his mind he saw that she was trying to enjoy herself, even if the matter at hand was rearing its head. Best to leave it be. So he said, “I am sure I will” with a smile and took a sip from his goblet.
“That you do…” he said with a smile by way of a compliment or subtle attempt at flirting with Aurora (which he wasn’t quite sure because he was enjoying the conversation). “Pretty much surprised some other guy wasn’t talking to you already by now. Guess you needed to feel like it was time to smile” he suggested (now he was flirting). “Good idea to take your time…no need to rush- night’s still young” the son of Bacchus said looking down into her eyes. Actually, it was starting to get towards the late part of the night, but he saw no reason to give up a good flirting banter on that account.
A small gracious bow was made by the son of Bacchus. “All part of the service of making you feel welcome” he said. “Be kind of rude if someone was making trouble for you and totally unforgivable if I let it happen and didn’t do anything about it”. This was his Roman sense of honor coming through now. To his mind, a guest at one of his parties that he was responsible who was made to feel uncomfortable was an insult to his honor. He could not let anyone do that to a guest and get away with it and not step up and answer that insult. As it was (as far as he knew), no one had been rude to Aurora tonight and he aimed to make sure it stayed that way.
It was true that Nathan (consciously or sub-consciously) was trying to help Aurora push past any pain inside of her. That was what Nathan often did with people. He helped talk people through their problems at parties. Maybe he didn’t even know he was using his father’s gift that allowed him to cause or cure insanity. Not that Aurora was insane- far from it. However there were things- memories even, that were weighing heavily upon her. All Nathan was doing was using the ‘strength’ of his nature to help lift some of the weight off her. As it was, it seemed to be working because she was smiling.
Not everyone enjoyed parties. Nathan knew that and as a rule he tried not to impose them on people. Of course to his mind, sometimes they needed a party to cheer up- or talk about the things troubling their mind. That was what Nathan did a lot at parties he was at or attended- he made it his duty to look after people there (and enjoy himself at the same time). For his part Nathan was wandering about checking in on people to see that they were okay and what they were up to for the Olympics, his goblet of grape juice in his hand.
Sooner or later all parties started to wind down as kid headed off to bed to get enough sleep and rest before the following day’s events. Certainly Nathan knew he would need his sleep too, if he was going to dominate his event tomorrow. Looking around he figured some of the other kids not involved in the Olympics would probably be cleaning up as he went off to bed. On the other side of the room, one of his barrack-mates was cleaning up and accidentally dropped an empty metal platter which made a loud clang. Nathan was distracted by the sound and it soon as apparent that someone else was too. Out of no where someone ran into him.<p>No harm done. Nathan was a pretty solidly built kid, so it was pretty obvious that not much damage could be done to him by accidentally running into him and what was more, his goblet was empty so no juice was slipt.
”That’s okay- no harm done” the son of Bacchus said with an affable smile. Some kids with egos the size of a mountain would have taken offense to someone blundering into them. Not Nathan- an accident was an accident and nothing more. So why stress about it? Neither of them was harmed or inconvenienced. Maybe that was why Fawn liked him. She was a Greek demigod who was among the refugees that had streamed into Camp Jupiter. She and Nathan got on quite well and they hung out a lot lately. In fact, it was pretty obvious that they were attracted to each other and things were getting serious between them. She had been at the party tonight and as much as they could, they took moments to be together. Fawn had left with some of her friends to return to her barracks, so there was no need for Nathan to walk her home. Claire’s nervous tick of running her hand through her hair rang out alarm bells with Nathan. She was his barrack mate and he had gotten to know her pretty well, as much as all their barrack mates had got to know each other. “You okay…?” he asked tilting his head to one side.
Third Cohort was (so it seemed to Nathan) universally pumped up about the Camp Olympics that were being staged to welcome the refugee demigods from Camp Half Blood. It seemed that everyone in the barracks had meet at least one of the Greek kids and had come away from the meeting with a good impression of them. Certainly Nathan had not heard any comments from his barrack-mates that would dispute this. Having checked out the sign-up list for the event, Nathan had seen that pretty much every member of the Cohort was involved in the Olympics as a competitor or as an official. In addition, every event had been covered by them as well. Small wonder that Nathan was naturally entered in the Hand-To-Hand Combat event. To date he was one of the best wrestlers in Camp Jupiter. Apart from the fact he was in pretty good shape and had a lean muscled body that one would expect to find on a wrestler, he was an experienced Greco-Roman wrestler. He knew more holds, throws and escapes than he really let on- always nice to have a surprise u your sleeve to surprise/scare the Hades out of your opponent and spectators at a match. Nathan had been training hard in the Palaestrae ever since the event was announced, with the toughest training partners he could find. Certainly it had been a grueling series of training sessions considered how bruised, worn out and kind of beat up looking he was when he got back to the barracks. Nathan wasn't stupid. He knew that this would not just be a wrestling event. There would be a few punches and kicks aimed at him in the event. Certainly he was aware that some of the Greek kids who entered the event, would probably be bad-gluteus maximus Pankration fighters. That was fine with him- a life without challenges wasn't a life that any self-respecting Roman demigod would back away from. Needless to say, he felt good.
Tonight's party that he had helped organize was for the kids in the barracks to bond together and ready themselves for what was coming. He wasn't sure if their Centurion would approved of this. He hoped so. He hoped he would see it as a 'group building' exercise and leave them to it. Cold drinks and snacks were left on a table as the kids and the barracks hung out and chatted. Nathan had taken time check out what his barrack-mates would be up to in the Camp Olympics and check on the ones who were competing as to how they were feeling. Nathan would be a lair if he said he had never felt nervous before his wrestling matches when he was a kid. Truth be told, he felt a little nervous when the Cohort was involved in the War Games in camp. Secret was, how you controlled it. There was laughter and boasting of how they would go in the Olympics from the other kids as he moved around the barracks. There was certainly a positive vibe there that night- for tomorrow they would be doing battle. .
Nathan's hand flew to his mouth and covered it. "Oh...you're one of the Greek kids" he said in a manner as if he had just announced a discovery of great magnitude that would rock the foundations of Mount Olympus itself. He had heard about what had happened at Camp Half Blood and the epic trek cross country that they made to get here. Deaspro was not the first Greek kid he had meet here by any stretch of the imagination, but she was the first one to actually tell him about it in person. Her admission of taking a risk with something that allowed her and some friends to get here safely did intrigue him. "Really?" he said with genuine interest, "Well whatever it was, it certainly worked" the son of Bacchus answered.
Nathan face was crested by a big smile at what she said about this being the first place she visited. "Weird..." he chuckled in a good natured manner that he did so well, "Most kids that are new here usually look for the Mess Hall first". Knowing where to eat was often one of the first places that kids looked for on arrival here (after where their barracks were). In fact one could not miss it- you just had to use your nose and follow the aroma of food being cooked. Considering the size Nathan was, it was probably a good guess that he knew where the Mess Hall was, to be as big as he was. "After that, it is often- not always, the Infirmary" he added as he nodded in the direction of the Infirmary as he rested his hands on his hips.
"Hmm....good question" the Roman kid mused as he ran a hand through his wavy raven black hair as he pondered the question. "What does this place have to offer...? I guess it depends on what you are after" he suggested. "Like...we got this area with all the free-weights and machines if you want to work out to stay in shape". It was pretty obvious he certainly spent a lot of time in this part of the place. "We got a number of punching bags- they got for working of the stress and tension you might have, instead of punching some kid out" he smiled, having seen a few kids going medieval on the row of punching bag as a way to vent their anger. "Over by the Tepidarium, we have the wrestling area where some of the kid around train as well". Nathan hoped that he would see some of the Greek guys there. He had heard that some of them were pretty good wrestlers and looked forward to testing himself against them in a formal wrestling match.
It was more of a disappoint that all his hard work was for naught, as opposed to hurt when the Centurion tore up his grapevine. For his part, it was an inconvenience for the Centurion to do that, since they had much better things to do that day. However, as it was- the law was the law and it behoved them to carry their mandated task. Nathan had worked hard growing said grapevine from a single seed, nursed and nurture from seed to sapling, to small vine burgeoning into full growth. Therefore, he was unhappy when he had to stand by and see what was done.
Small wonder that seeing Nathan approaching him, Verlyn mind was spun into a sea of questions and concerns. Compared to Verlyn he was much bigger. Taller too. Some could speculate that he could easily snap Verlyn in two. But of course he wouldn’t. That was not who Nathan was as a person. But Verlyn did not know that…
“Pretty much what you said before” the son of Bacchus replied. “It sounds like you know a lot about growing stuff. Like…a lot more than I do”. He nodded at the space next to Veryn at the table. “Okay if I sit down?” he asked, nodding to the spot as he took a bite from his banana.
Nathan’s toffee brown eyes followed Jonathan’s narrowed eyes to the punch bowl.
Spiked the punch?
SPIKED. THE. PUNCH?!
What barbarian would dare to commit such a cultural atrocity as that? Oh no-no-no…that was even worth thinking of to a party puritan such as Nathan. One does not- NOT, spike the punch at a party. If one needed to ‘spice’ up the punch, one at least had to have the good manners to make a ceremony of it.
Sneak spiking? How vulgar could you get!
The first culprits for such a possible crime were to his mind definitely the Mercury kids…he was pretty sure it was one of them that filled his shoes fill of oatmeal last week, much to his surprize when he put his feet into them in the morning in question…
“Mmm? What?” Nathan replied, his mind still reeling at the idea that someone would spike the punch. “Oh- yeah…sorry” he said with a smile. Carefully he loaded a meat pie onto a plate, with a paper napkin and fork, before carrying back to the son of Vulcan. “Here you go- enjoy” he said as he handed it over carefully one handed. His other hand was a little tender, what with the minor injury.
Well someone had to be the damm guinea pig- might as well be him.
Nathan in turn grabbed some sandwiches and then took a glass of the punch. He sniffed it a couple of times. Nope…nothing alcoholic there- and being a son of Bacchus, he’d know if there was anything fishy there. He took a taste of it. Nathan let the liquid play over his palate, checking for any weird taste. Didn’t seemed to be anything wrong- maybe whoever made it had skimmed on the mint leaves a little, but who was complaining. Taking his plate up again, a thought came to his head.
No- Hades with it. That son of Vulcan had volunteered to guard this feast, the least he could do was keep the guy company (if he wanted) for at least an hour. More than once, Nathan had pulled sentry duty in camp, ensuring that his fellow legionnaires slept in safety and peace. It was the least that the gregarious son of Bacchus could do…
“Might as well join you for a while” he announced with a smile, “don’t think any monster is going to attack in the next hour” he said. As he munched on one of the sandwiches, he noticed the wound on Jonathan’s thigh. “Dude- that looks way meaty. You sure you are going to be okay tonight?” he asked.
“Well…no use crying over spilt milk, like a ‘Sad Panda’ now” Paige said with a shrug. Not her problem- she had her vegetable patch which Centurions seemed to encourage. Just Nathan’s bad luck he got caught. “Personally, I think you- “ she said, before out of no where someone she would have called a ‘random’ kid, upped and jumped into the conversation. How rude!
Nathan’s reaction to this intrusion was different. Who was this fine fellow who seemed to speak with such authority on the subject of viticulture, a subject dear to his heart? Like Paige, he was stunned by what he said. “Uh…no I didn’t. Centurion ripped it up. Pity though- looked like it was going pretty well” he said, not realizing what he had just said. His answer was automatic and triggered by Verlyn’s knowledge on the matter.
Just as quickly stunned by Veryn’s arrival, he was equally stunned by his prompt shutting up and scuttling away. Nathan blinked at the abrupt upload of information he had just had crammed into his head. This kid really seemed to know his stuff…a little squirrelly though, he had to say.
“Well…he was a random unit” Paige sniggered as Verlyn beat a retreat from the scene. Nathan gave her a disapproving look as if to say “You jerk…”. Paige saw that look and snorted. “Sorry- just saying is all” before diving back into her breakfast. Nathan ate the rest of his breakfast in silence as he went over what the kid had said to him. Yes- it was sound information. Least it would have been, if he still had that grapevine. Now he had a new one secreted in the Garden of Bacchus. What the kid said made sense. If he planned to grow another grapevine- which he did, just that he hadn’t told anyone yet; then he would certainly do as the kid suggested.
Finishing off his breakfast at last, save for the banana, Nathan picked up his tray with the bowl and glass on it and headed back to the servery to drop it off for cleaning. On the way he thought about what the kid said. Making his way back, he headed over to where the Fifth Cohort kids sat and went right up to where Verlyn sat. “Hey man” he said to the smaller son of Pomona, “Can I talk to you a minute?” he asked as he began to peel the banana.
Every morning (after he had done his ablutions) Nathan made sure he had himself a healthy breakfast because it was usual for him to have a heavy day that required him to burn off a lot of energy. It could be a route march in full kit, field fortification exercise or training in the marching ring. It could be anything. All he knew was that it would require a lot of energy to do it.
Sure he was probably in the best shape of anyone in his cohort, but that was no excuse for him not to have the energy to do what was required. Luckily for him, that would not be a problem. Since he was a little kid back in Colorado, his grandmother ensured that everyone had a nutritious breakfast before they started the day- whether it was Nathan before he went to school or his grandfather before he went to work in the vineyard. Small wonder that Nathan was as big as he was.
Making his way to the mess hall, Nathan fell in line with the rest of his cohort and waited his turn to enter the building. Centurions- or at least his Centurion liked to do snap inspections of his cohort, just to keep them on their toes. Luckily, their Centurion hadn’t heard about the midnight party in Third Cohort’s barracks the night before. If they had, Nathan knew they would be catching it this morning…
The aroma of what was on offer in the mess wafted out the door and assailed the noses of the Roman kids waiting to enter. Already he could smell waffles, bacons and fresh croissants on the air. That made him smile- always good to have something to look forward too.
Once inside Nathan followed the line through the mess servery and selected what he wanted. Oatmeal with fresh sliced apricots, glass of apple juice, a slice of wholemeal toast with honey and a banana were on his tray by the time he waded his way through the crowd to a spare table. Taking a seat he found himself with a number of kids from other cohorts. Most were talking as they eat, but it was only when he was almost finished his oatmeal that Nathan actually spoke.
“Hey- Russo” said a kid called Paige, “Your Centurion still busting your gluteus maximus over that grapevine you were growing?”. Paige was a daughter of Ceres who knew about the illicit grapevine that Nathan had been growing behind the Third Cohort barracks. She had helped him tend to it from the small sapling to the burgeoning grapevine it had promise to be in the months before it was found. It was a partnership in crime between the two, that Nathan had enjoyed being part of. “Nah- over and done with” he replied taking a sip of his juice, “But they are still keeping a close eye on me”. Paige nodded, “Pity about what happened…was coming along pretty good. Would have been nice to see how it would have turned out”. Nathan had to agree with that. It would have been nice to see what it could have been when it was at full maturity. “Yeah…” he sighed, “Soil composition was good, watered every day, had a good place where it got just the right amount of daily sun- yet still had the right amount of shelter. And it was taking to being trained pretty nicely” he lamented.
It was a case of maybe and what could have happened….
Girls running their fingers through their hair was a thing that Nathan often noticed about them. They did it when they were talking to him and were showing great interest into getting to know him better. Often there was a playful smile on their faces and on occasion lead to them going some place to make out. Needless to say Nathan had made out with a few girls in camp.
But that was not the case today. Nathan wasn’t an expert in body language, but he was pretty sure that she was curious about him and the water jug he was carrying. Certainly he would be if he was in her shoes.
Many kids came or were invited to the party that the children of Bacchus ran (or Third Cohort if he was the ringleader), so it was impossible to get to know everyone one of them. Without doubt he tried to- that was what a good host did and Nathan considered himself a good host. There were so many and they all blended in amongst the others that it was impossible to know too much about anyone. Parties that Nathan was involved with were more than just chances to have fun. Often- in his own way, they were chances for Nathan to give therapy to kids who were having problems. He was a good listener. Often all a kid needed was someone to just sit there and listen to their problems. Nathan never said anything- or much, but there was always a good chance the kid in question would feel better after talking to him.
The smile that crossed his light tanned skinned face showed he agreed with Stella. “That’s true…” he agreed. “I often come here to chill out if things get a little too loud around camp. Sometimes you need a place to go and be by yourself to get a handle of what is going on in your life”. That was true. He didn’t come here always to tend his grapevine or to make out in private. More than once he had come here to get the peace and quiet he needed to think. Like his future. Nathan had an ambition to be a Aquilier one day. That was his burning ambition in life. However, he knew it would be a hard road to get there. It seemed he had two bad habits: growing illicit grapevines and fraternizing with pretty girls whom he should be doing so. Well…that was who he was as a person. Other times he was there to think about his father. He knew that his father was out there somewhere. Maybe one day he would get to meet him and get to know him and maybe, his dad would be proud of him.
Nathan laughed. It was a laugh that matched his smile in nature. “Ah…yes” he said, “Figured someone would ask me that question one day”. He looked around him to see if there was anyone else around. “Can you keep a secret?" he asked. Nathan was pretty sure she could- she didn’t come across as a Centurion. “I have a grapevine here- in the garden. Being a son of Bacchus I have…ambitions, to make wine one day. Sooo…you can pretty much see why I got to keep my little baby hidden from the Centurions. They kind of don’t approve of that kind of stuff. I figured that here would be the best place to grow it safely” he said. Hefting the water jug he said, “Hence the reason I am using this”.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Stella A. Johnson a. johnson
“Oh. You were unwell?” he asked with genuine interest. People could not enjoy parties if they were sick. That was a given. Certainly he couldn’t, that was for sure and surely the gods on high wept when that happened. As it was the new girl- Deaspro as it were, was well enough to be up and about, as well as explore the camp.
Clearly this Roman kid- Nathan, was one to work out. After all, why would he be here- to mop the floor? He was tall and had the athletically muscled body of a high school athlete. Wide at the shoulders and chest, tapered at the waist and with strong toned looking arms, it was a certainly that he spent a lot of time in this place.
There was no way of knowing- at the moment, that Nathan was indeed someone that Deaspro could call upon to become acquainted with whatever party was in the offing. Nathan’s affinity for being at- or even being party of the running of a party, was not for merely hedonistic pleasure. More than once he had taken part in the counselling of campers in need of help. One of the rare powers he inherited from his father- Bacchus, was that allowed to relieve as well as inflict, insanity in others. Not that any of the other campers in Camp Jupitar were crazy. Oh no. It meant that some of them could get kind of stressed and needed a little help to feel like their normal self. Yes it was true that Nathan flirted with pretty girls on occasion, but he also talked to them at length and found ways to make them feel good inside about themselves. It was just that no one really noticed this side of him…
A broad smile crossed his face at her request. It was a smile one would think was sunny and suit his light tanned skin face or terrified you because it looked like he could eat you whole. It was just in one’s perspective. “Sure- I am finished here for the day” he replied, “Is there any particular place in camp you want to see?” he asked. For all he knew she might be a child of Apollo who might be interested in the infirmary or a chid of Vulcan that might want to see the forge. Of course, the truth of that matter would be revealed once they got to talking.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Deaspro E. Harper . e harper
“Everyone has strong moves” Nathan said cricking his neck, “Its how we kick gluteus maximus. Besides if they change up, I change up. It’s kind of like an escalation of intensity”. Nathan was used to changing it up. More than once he had come up against an opponent (or opponents, if his cohort was training against another cohort). That was when he had to raise the intensity of the fight or change what he was doing. Considering the nature of the event, he evidently would have to do that today. No problem…he was anything if not adaptable.
Nathan smiled to himself. Getting his hands on Nathan would be the worse thing his opponent could do. Once he did that he would be playing Nathan’s game and that was what he wanted. He wasn’t just going to outmuscle the guy, he was going to outsmart him. The last bit was the hardest to achieve, but he was game for a challenge.
Meadow’s advice sounded sage and wise, he would be quick on his feet so that he could get an angle on the other guy and get him off balance. He would watch himself so he didn’t give the guy an opportunity he could use against him (all it took was that split second and he’d be in trouble). As for not getting hurt, that was one of his prime intentions today…of course, that didn’t mean it was a certainty.
Her comment about his ‘pretty face’ drew a playful smile from Nathan. “Are you flirting with a poor simple son of Bacchus? Shame on you Meadow Stone for trying to turn a poor boy’s head” he said. Of course she wasn’t- that was just being dumb. But even in a moment of tension, Nathan could still find a chance to laugh.
“I’m not, I’m not…just”. He sighed. “She was at a party we were had at our barracks a while back and she seemed a little down” Nathan explained. “I dunno…maybe I imagined that there was a connection between us”. He shrugged. “Whatever…least the guy she was waiting for is safe- good for her”. There was no malice in what he just said, since when all was said and done, he did want her to be happy.
“Well…I do bring it on myself” the son of Bacchus admitted, “I do flirt with girls and I like doing it. Most of the time it works out and other times it does. It’s what I do”. That was certainly a reputation that Nathan had- he was a flirt. He had his charming side and some girls did like it when he flirted with them. Sometimes it worked out well and other times it ended in him getting something thrown at his head. You play the game and you take your chances…
A chuckle greeted Meadow’ suggestion. “You mean a fast girl would always swipes my usually empty wallet? I’ll keep that in mind” he said.
Meadow declaration that she would not be giving him a good luck kiss made him laugh. Nathan like to joke with other campers and Meadow was entering the spirit of the conversation. “Thanks…having Neptune slobber on my cheek would be kinda gross” he answered with a playful smile.
The fight was over and the winner was declared. Nathan took a deep breath and stretched his shoulders back one last time to limber them up. “Here we go…” he said as he reached down and pulled his Camp Jupiter t-shirt off and folded it up neatly before he put it down. Nathan was damed if he was going to wear a t-shirt out there and give his opponent something he could grab onto. Besides, it would probably get ripped out there anyways. Clad in a part of black flannel shorts and running shoes, he jogged out into the center to face his opponent…
Nathan ribs hurt from the gruelling match in the Hand to Hand Combat event he entered. Sure- he won by applying a submission hold that decided the match, but he felt as if he had been through a meat grinder and then given a good rub down with industrial sand paper. No one said it was going to be easy and truthfully, it had been a good challenging match. Like Jonathan there was a bandage on Nathan. Only in his case, it was on his hand. There are some people you really shouldn’t punch too many times.
Being that the feast was a formal event, he had showered and changed out of his faded (slightly ripped and blood stained) purple Camp Jupiter t-shirt and changed his work out shorts for a clean, respectable pair of jeans. It was over now- time for the feast so he could celebrate and commiserate with others, as was the need. It his opinion, he thought the whole Camp Olympics idea was a good one. As far as he could see, there was no animosity between the Roman or Greek kids that day. It was all good clean fun…well, mostly it was.
Leaving Third Cohort barracks he joined the throng of other campers making their way towards the feast- just one more face in the crowd. If his hand hurt more during the feast, he could easily wrap some ice from the drinks cooler in a napkin and hold it against his hand. It was all good.
Just as he was thinking where he was going to sit, a voice called out to him.
It was Jonathan, one of the guys from First Cohort. He knew this guy- he had seen him competing in the Armed Combat event. By the looks of it, he had drawn- or volunteered for guard duty. Some one had to do it and it seemed as if the son of Vulcan was one of those guys doing it.
“Sure” Nathan smiled, “Want something to drink as well? You might get thirsty gluteus maximus well”. Nathan as a son of Bacchus felt as if it was his duty to make sure everyone had a good time at a party- the feast technically being one in his opinion.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Jonathan Kovachev kovachev
Last thing that Nathan wanted was to startle the strange girl he spoke to. No one would really want to do that and what would it achieve? Nothing if you asked Nathan. However, she wasn’t the only one startled that day. The world seemed to slow down around him as Deaspro turned her head in his direction. A cascading river of dark hair seemed to swirl around her face as Nathan suddenly found himself locked into the gaze of a pair of the bluest pair of eyes he had seen in a long time. His own toffee brown eyes found themselves gazing (so it seemed to him) deep inside of them, the sensation like being slapped in the face with a frozen porterhouse steak. He was pretty much stunned by the sight he saw. This girl was really, really pretty it seemed to him…
When she finally spoke, Nathan blinked out of their mutual stunned state. “Oh- right…yeah, that’s okay. Uhh…there is a lot of stuff here, so…yeah. I guess it is only natural someone would be curious” the son of Bacchus said, even though his brains were still a little scrambled from what had happened before. It was true though. Even he was often curious when a new piece of machinery turned up here. Anything that would make his workouts more efficient or enhance the results of his workouts were of interest to him. “If…there is any questions you want to ask, I could answer them for you…maybe” he added. Nathan didn’t know everything about working out, but was pretty sure he had a pretty good idea about what might be useful to know by someone wanting to work out.
”Deaspro…nice to meet you” Nathan replied with a smile that covered his face, now that his brain cells had suddenly stuck themselves together again. “I’m Nathan” he said giving his own name in turn. For his part Nathan had no idea whether Deaspro was a Greek and Roman, or even who her godly parent was. Too many times he had tried to do that and ended up embarrassingly wrong. A lot of people judged his godly parent too. Some thought he was a son of Vulcan- because he was so big. Others thought he was a son of Mars (if they saw him wrestling in the Palestrae) or a son of Venus because he flirted so often with pretty girls. When told he was a son of Bacchus, the reason was usually a knowing nod of their head. He really was a party animal at times…<br>
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"] WORDS (optional) Deaspro E. Harper e. harper
It would be stupid for him to underestimate or overestimate another camper when it came to combat. He had gone up against campers he thought were more skilled or less skilled than him. Had seen it happen to others too. Each time he had been pleasantly or unpleasantly shocked at the results. “That’s true…” he agreed as he bounced on the balls of his feet to keep warm.
Nathan gave Meadow a confused sideways view when she said they caught a camper cheating with a jacket it. Upon being told what happened, he scowled. “What a jerk!” he said. Some people have no honor, that they resort to cheating.
He had no idea who the referee in question was, but he was pretty sure the person who did would get their just deserts for what they did.
Hmm….Meadow was right now that Nathan looked at the camper in question. He did lead with one foot and Nathan knew exactly what he had to do to use that fault against him. “Yeah- I see that. Thanks…” he said. It was good to have someone as an extra pair of eyes when it came to scouting an opponent in a match.
Nathan eyes scanned the crowd for the guy that Meadow warned him of from before. At the mention of the daughter of Aphrodite- Aurora, his head snapped back to Meadow with a slightly angry look in his eye for a second before reality set in. He had meet Aurora at a secret midnight party that was held by Third Cohort in their barracks one night. Nathan wasn’t sure completely, but he was pretty sure that there was a connection between him and her that night. Certainly he changed her manner from wallflower to party-goer that night. On a certain level he felt the desire to pound the guy into the ground if he even thought abut getting to friendly with her. Then he realized that she was talking about the guy Aurora was sweet on. Oh…that was different *sighs*. “Oh…didn’t know that” Nathan said now that he as pretty warmed up. Likewise, he reached down and took a sip from his water bottle too. “Heard that she had some guy she was waiting on coming here…” he said.
A smile returned to Nathan’s face. “Yeah…I think I have a good chance in winning here. Even if I don’t win, I know whoever beats me won’t be in a hurry to go up against me any time soon”. That was true. Whether it was a local wrestling meet as a little kid or in one-on-one sparring in the Ludus, even if he got his butt kicked Nathan gave more than he received. That was one of the things that contributed to his confidence. Who cared if Meadow wanted to double her bet on his opponent- it was just be a bigger win for whoever bet on him and even if lost, the other guy would probably look like hamburger helper once the match was over. Besides Nathan was too good natured to take offense at what could be seen as treachery by Meadow (even if was just her making a smart bet).
“I’ll keep that in mind” Nathan replied to Meadow saged advice. As confident as he was, Nathan wasn’t stupid enough to fall prey to hubris. Whatever happened out there he knew he was going to get a little beat up, maybe even pick up an injury that would impede him in his next match (if there was one). But he was ready for that- trained for it as well. Nathan pretty sure that it was going to be a long day. He had seen the list of campers entered in the event and only saw about three names he recognized. As it was he was going to be competing next and he felt ready, if a little nervous. The match going on couldn’t go on for too much longer. Surely these guys were getting tired and sooner or later the advantage would turn to one of them and they would take it.
Then it would be his turn out there…
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