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.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
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[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Noah woke with a start, his cheek abruptly peeling itself off of the table's surface where it had rested just a moment ago. His arms had been folded underneath, providing comfort as a substitute for pillows. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as a cot would be but he never liked occupying them, no matter how empty the Infirmary was. There was just something wrong about taking naps in a bed for the sick and injured. His hand reached for the mug in front of him, although its content now cold.
As he sipped the cold tea, which still tasted fine, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall above the entrance. His eyes widened in disbelief at the time. His whole purpose of staying overnight had been to collect a certain plant from the edges of the lake, a plant, which only bloomed at night and now the sun was about to rise, canceling his chances of getting to it in time. Within less than a minute the blond set down his mug hastily, almost spilling the cold tea all over the place, and bolted out of the infirmary.
Running up the path towards New Rome Noah had been drained entirely of the ability to breathe properly right before the water glistened in the distance. He kept glancing at the sky above, the sun threatening to announce the next morning too soon. Spotting the plant around the shore of the lake he hurried down. The flowerheads of it bloomed brightly with one right in front of him but the others were out of reach, swaying lightly above the water’s surface.
The son of Apollo cut the flower at its stem and held it in his hand. After rolling up his pants he slowly crept into the water believing it to be shallow but with the next step he took, he found himself slipping in the mud and taking an involuntary dip. When his head made it back through the surface of the water the first thing he did was check on the flower in his hand. Good. He didn’t lose it. Not being bothered by the fair hair that stuck to his face Noah smiled at the plant as if it was his most treasured prize.
Lifting his head he looked around, blinking away drops of water that had gathered around his lashes. Noah had expected legionnaires to be asleep at this time. He didn’t expect anyone else to be at the lake and yet, there he was, looking at the silhouette of another demigod. His inner centurion kicked in and he held out the hand that was holding on to the flower, pointing at her. "You didn't see anything." His voice trembled a little as he spoke, the cold water forcing him to shiver. "Aren’t you supposed to be in your barracks?" he asked, running a hand through his wet hair as he brushed it out of his eyes. His soft features attempted to shift into a somewhat stern expression but he failed miserably. Instead, the corners of his lips twisted into a hint of a smile.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Noah was used to people not wanting to be at the Infirmary. It was too similar to a hospital, although it didn’t smell like sanitizer. On busy days it always smelt more like blood and sweat. Immediately, the blond moved over to the windows, pulling them open to let in fresh air. He paused at the sill, his hand brushing over the angelica plant growing in front of the window. On those sparse quiet days, the main room was filled with the scent of herbal tea mixed with the sweetness of honey.
A satisfied sigh left his lips before he turned around and walked back to continue working on refilling a pain relief ointment. Having gathered all the ingredients he needed, which consisted of dried and fresh herbs as well as nectar-infused oils. He tossed a handful into a mortar and carefully pressed the leaves and petals against the stone with a pestle. The bright green of the fresh herbs quickly changed into a darker shade as soon as they were being crushed into a paste.
One of the younger healers came running to him and he looked up from the ground herbs inside the mortar. He wasn’t satisfied with the result yet but stopped to let the other boy speak. Noah couldn’t help but chuckle when he asked him to take over a patient because it was a Greek demigod and the Romans had a tendency to avoid them all. Noah didn’t mind. He couldn’t necessarily see what all the fuss about the Greeks was about anyway. All his recent encounters weren’t bad, not at all. In his opinion, the Romans were worse even though he was one himself.
With the mortar in his arms, he walked over to the other room, cornflower blue eyes scanning the room until they fell on a rather disgruntled-looking brunette. He stepped further into the room, the corners of his lips arching up into a small smile as he carefully approached her like one would approach a wounded animal. He wasn’t afraid but one could never be careful enough around young adults with unknown powers. For all he knew he could find himself hanging on top of the ceiling in the next moment or worse, cursed to forever hate tea.
The blond held the pestle firmly in his grip, turning it against the mortal in slow circles. "I hope you didn’t have to wait too long," Noah said, offering the demigod a warm but slightly apologetic smile. "I’m Noah. I'll be the one in charge to break... I mean heal your bones."
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The son of Apollo rolled his eyes at the two of them and their constant bickering about who had the upper hand in their fight, who could have won, bla bla bla. He patiently sat, waiting for them to finish so he could finally move on to take care of the injury so he could get it out of the way and get his other tasks done. Noah nodded absentmindedly, really not caring a lot about any statistics or combat moves. Until suddenly Jax jumped up from the bed and hauled himself at the daughter of Mars. Noah let out a grunt and a curse under his breath as he moved to get in between the two. If there was one thing he loathed and certainly forbade at the Infirmary it was fights of any sorts, even arguments were a no-go in this sacred place that was supposed to provide quietude and peace to the injured who were in dire need of healing.
He gave the other demigod a silent but stern warning with a single glare, having put his hand on his shoulder. Although he wasn’t the biggest fan of using the deadly and painful part of his powers, he didn’t mind using the not so painful part of it to slow his heartbeat, forcing him to calm down. He didn’t, yet, and he wouldn’t unless the blond decided to go mad once more.
Noah raised his eyebrows at Jax when he asked if his nose looked normal. "No," he said, his tone flat without the faintest hint of humor. "I wasn’t done yet. Now, if you would let me finish my work before you throw yourself into the next fight, that’d be appreciated." He sighed, giving it a second or two before he decided it was safe enough to continue and the son of Mars wouldn’t suddenly jump up to pick a fight with his half-sister. The son of Apollo put his hands back around the nose, feeling for the rest of the damage done. Fixing cuts was one thing. That was fairly simple and easy, a snap of his fingers and done. A broken bone required more work, more care. He needed to be careful, especially if the danger of bone splinters lingered behind the skin and flesh, an invisible enemy to any healer.
The bone didn’t make another sound, the nerves and skin slowly merging back together, seeking the other side like a wilted flower bud seeking the sun. Now, he was done. Noah slid back on the stool he was sitting on, crossing his arms and draping one leg over the other. Still focused eyes observed Jax’s nose but after a moment he gave it a nod of approval. "Looks pretty normal to me. But if you break it one more time I can’t promise you it’ll look as good as it does now," the healer told him, albeit half-joking. "You better win those fights in the future."
The blond turned to the bed behind him, grabbing one of the clean towels he brought earlier along with all the other supplies, and once more tossed the piece of fabric at Jax. "Geeze, Hollins. Stop using that dirty, sweaty shirt of yours. All you will accomplish is to invite infection and if that happens chances are you will lose your nose."
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The centurion let out a laugh in correspondence to her snort. “I guess you’re right about that.” Noah folded the t-shirt he used for showcasing the greatness of Roman fashion design which was leaning very much toward being plain. Purple and gold, a colorful presentation that yet somehow wasn’t so much of an eyesore like the Greek counterparts with their bright orange theme. Although, Noah had to admit that as the son of Apollo, the god of the sun, he actually didn’t mind the orange. It reminded him of both sunrise and sunset, warmth, and the sun. After taking out the list he mentally ticked off invisible boxes next to the listed items.
Blue eyes followed the boxes she put down on the bed, wandering to the pamphlet she then held up for him to see. He nodded in approval of the new revisions for the Greeks. The smell of warm paper and fresh ink escaped the box as his head hovered over it to admire the effort that was put into it, both the rewriting and the printing before he plucked the one she was holding from her hand to have a further look while the list was temporarily placed on top of the other pamphlets. He unfolded it, flew over the text, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Well, at least they would know from the get-go how the majority of us feels about them if we had left that part in,” he responded, looking at Astrid with his brows raised.
When asked about the other items on the list to complete their welcome care package he exchanged the pamphlet for the simple sheet of paper again. His eyes flicked from the list in his hand to the boxes on the bed. “Let’s see… we got the t-shirt, the newcomer brochures… I suggested tea but apparently, it wasn’t that great of an idea,” he said, sounding a little bit disappointed but shrugging it off with a playful shake of his head, a fair lock falling into his eyes. “Someone brought the snacks and bottles of water earlier,” he said and nodded at the pile of boxes lined up at the wall, the corner of a chips bag peeking out from one of them.
“Praetor Dareios has listed weapons and shields.” Noah squinted suspiciously at the words on the list as he brushed the hair out of his face. “But not the new ones. He bolded the old, used, and rusty part of it,” he added, looking around the room to see no weapons of any sort having been brought by someone but if they had it would surely stick out since an obscure amount of spathas and Roman shields wasn’t exactly overlookable, especially not in this small space.
He turned halfway, glancing over his shoulder. “I don’t see any here.” The blond shrugged, folding the list back into the square and shoving it into the pocket of his jeans. “I’m sure we can add them later and I’m quite sure they don’t fit into-,” he paused, striding over to another bed to pick up a small cloth tote bag. “-this. Unless we poke a hole through it.” Noah shrugged once more before clapping the palms of his hands together. He gathered a bunch of the bags and brought them over to the t-shirts and pamphlets.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Sometimes, when the rare event occurred of Noah using his powers and he held someone’s heart inside his fist, feeling the blood pump through it as it desperately tried to fight against the struggle, he felt as if that person’s desperate will to live… their strength, was merging with his own. Even if he didn’t and never would, admit it, it made him feel more powerful than usual. However, outside of using his cursed ability, he hated thinking of it that way. He didn’t want anyone else’s strength even if he needed it. He didn’t want to rely on or benefit from other people’s misfortune.
His ears barely caught the words she spoke to him. He barely even heard himself speak yet he felt his lips move. But he saw her tears as they welled inside her eyes and then started flowing freely down her cheeks. He was horrified by the sight of it. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she was crying because of him - he made a woman cry - but she was crying because he had hurt her and even if she didn’t show it, he knew. He felt it. He didn't deserve her kind and soft-spoken words. He didn't deserve her help. A victim would never help their killer, would they? The blond stifled another tearless sob, breathing out slowly. No words could ever explain how sorry he was.
Once the initial rush of adrenaline was over the exertion that followed using his powers, be it partly or fully, in this case, it was just party, exhaustion immediately took over. With grabby hands, it welcomed the son of Apollo into its embrace. Noah’s vision slowly started to darken around the edges and when he tripped and fell to the ground the earth assisted in trapping him into Hypnos’ realm. Noah fought it off as much as he could, curling his hands into fists and digging crescents into the skin of his palms.
His body’s nonstop trembling drained him off even more energy, his reserves gradually melting away. It had been months since the last time he felt this tired, guilty, and bad. No matter how often he apologized and told her how awful he felt about it all, it didn’t feel as if it would ever be enough. Maybe in the future. Would it be though? Would a single apology justify his actions? Would it make him feel better?
Tissues. Noah cracked a smile at the sight of the small bundle of simple tissues wrapped in plastic. It was such a mundane thing he did not expect. "I think my humor is broken. I don’t know why a pack of tissues is funny to me." But he was grateful for those and for her because he was quite sure that if anyone else had been in her situation the whole incident wouldn’t have ended as amicably as it did. "Thanks," he said with a choked laugh, taking the pack of tissues from her hands. All the finesse he usually displayed with his hands, all thanks to bandaging wounds every day, had left him, so instead of pulling out just one single tissue he ended up with half the pack in his lap. Disappointed eyes looked at the fallen tissues, a defeated sigh following shortly after despite leaving his lips rather soundlessly.
Savannah told him to take it easy. He knew that. He should know that, was supposed to know that. As a healer at camp he was the one running after thickheaded demigods telling them exactly the same: take it easy. He remained on his knees for a little longer, trying to take steady breaths while pressing two tissues against his nose to stop the bleeding. "I think,-" he began, taking a break. Even speaking was getting more difficult as time passed. Taking a deep but uneven breath Noah sat back, stretching his legs in front of him. It wasn’t a good idea. As if invited by him, exhaustion hit him in the gut and he flopped back onto his back, hand holding the tissues in place. "I’ll need a while until I can move myself to the Infirmary."
He wondered if he had enough juice left to use his powers once more to calm himself down, to steady his heartbeat into a normal rhythm, to slow his pulse, to stop the dizziness. Suddenly, the hard ground wasn’t as uncomfortable as it initially was. But he couldn’t feel the pebbles and stones digging into his back. In fact, he couldn’t feel much. Almost his entire body felt numb be it either from the fatigue or the shame. Though, wouldn’t it make more sense to feel more pain in that case?
It took a lot of willpower to keep his eyes open, let alone move his arm but yet he found the strength to fish out something wrapped in parchment paper out of a pocket. Rolling his head softly to the side he glanced at the brunette, offering nothing more than the phantom of a smile and holding out the item to her. "Emergency ambrosia. Take it. It's the least I can do. Trading for the tissues." Noah was astonished by himself, if only a little, that he could still keep his humor despite the lack of... everything. "You know this entire time I've been wondering... how?" he asked her. A simple question, yet the answer wouldn’t be as simple as he supposed. Noah squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment, dragging a tired arm to rest against his forehead. "How did you stop me?"
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Noah waited until Claire sat down and put away that pointy spear of hers. He eyed it suspiciously as she leaned the weapon against it. The son of Apollo had a no weapons policy at the Infirmary but he couldn’t enforce it all around camp. Not that he wanted to do that. The Infirmary, however, usually needed to be a quiet and calming place. Having legionnaires fussing around with sharp blades between injured kids wasn’t providing the comfort he was seeking. Not to mention that it could be a little distracting… having to focus on healing as well as avoiding getting accidentally stabbed.
The blond stepped closer to the bench, kneeling down on one knee, palms resting against the one that was up. "I think I might need to ask you to promise not to run that spear through me." Noah said, glancing at the spear for a brief moment before turning his gaze back to her. He carefully held out one hand, trying to feel the veins and arteries around the wound. He could feel the blood rushing through them. Moving on to the damaged tissue and skin he inched a little closer, narrowing his eyes at the cut.
The good thing was Noah didn’t always need to touch the wound or the area itself. The only reason to physically touch it was because his abilities worked faster, easier. But as if the daughter of Mars had inspired him he was going for a little bit of a challenge. And after all, it wasn’t a life-threatening wound yet. He flexed his fingers, pulling at the edge of the cut, a mental image of it slowly and carefully closing popping up in his head. "If you feel any pain or discomfort let me know." he commented as he concentrated on it. He only broke his focus to quickly glance up at Claire, grimacing softly. "But please speak. Don’t kick me in the shins."
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENTq"] Noah had been browsing through multiple playlists for too long. He hadn’t even noticed the time that passed as he tried choosing between Chopin and Gershwin. After what seemed like forever he finally settled on Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, playing that one song in a constant loop. It had been a quiet night, one Noah enjoyed fully as he worked his shift at the Infirmary. Legionnaires tended to arrive during the day, most of the time after their respective combat classes or the occasional how to train your pegasi class. Pegasi seatbelts had yet to be invented, thus, demigods were prone to falling off their backs if new. Fortunately, the majority of them fell from an acceptable height that only ended with broken and fractured bones instead of… death.
The kettle was filled with water and he only had to wait for it to boil when suddenly he heard the shuffling of several boots outside the entrance. Within a moment two legionnaires were dragging another one inside, their dirty shoes leaving mud and grime all over the place as they made their way towards an empty bunk and calling out for a medic. "I can hear you. No need to yell, really." Noah sighed but walked over quickly to help them. It was only when he reached them and placed a helping hand on the seemingly unconscious blond that he recognized him as his fellow second cohort centurion. Wolf.
After they managed to move him to an empty bed Noah inquired what happened, only shaking his head at Wolf who had brought this upon himself. Even though they had been working together, or rather forced to work together, as centurions for some time now he didn’t know much about the son of Trivia. And as curious as Noah had been he didn’t want to make Wolf even more of a foe than he already was. They were stuck together so the least they could do was to tolerate the other.
Noah returned to the front of the Infirmary to grab a few things he needed and most importantly, that cup of tea. He grabbed a second cup, pouring the water of the dried leaves, and put the fine china on a tray along with a warm damp towel, gauze, and some nectar they kept for emergencies like this one. Carrying the tray carefully towards the bed Wolf rested in, the son of Apollo put it on the nightstand, humming to the song playing non-stop in the background.
He poured the nectar into a glass, making sure to use the proper measurements, as he hummed some more. "Sometimes I wonder what’s going on inside that very very very thick head of yours." Once the tea steeped long enough to unfold all its flavor Noah took one cup and held it in front of the other demigod’s nose, wafting the very distinctive and aromatic scent of the tea towards Wolf’s face.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] "Who were you trying to impress, Hollins?" the healer asked, hands resting on top of his thighs. His gaze swept over the room habitually to make sure it was clean and everything was where it was supposed to be. "I mean I’m flattered but no thank you," he quipped, smiling innocently as he joked around. "You’re supposed to wrap it around, like a god you know? I thought you would know since you clearly aspire to be like one." Noah answered. The blond watched him struggle with the sheet before it was tossed aside, resulting in a soft roll of his eyes and a sigh.
He pulled one of the medical room dividers located in arm's reach of him and blocked out all curious glances. After Jax’s next comment Noah couldn’t help the real roll of his eyes at the annoyed son of Mars, mirroring his so they both rolled their eyes at each other. "Please, save me the workload that comes with patching your body back together." Working in the Infirmary and as a healer, in general, had taught him how to deal with those thickheaded and stubborn children of war. In fact, the trick was to ignore most of the things that came out of their mouths.
Warm eyes focused on the broken nose when Noah took Jax’s face in both his hands, holding his head still. "Now, hold still, or else you might end up with a witch’s nose. All crooked and hideous." He winked at him as he said it, before gently pinching the other blond’s nose along the bridge. It probably hurt a little but he needed to get a feeling for the damage that wasn’t visible to the naked eye first. Noah applied more pressure when he spotted the initial break, the bone underneath the skin letting out a quiet but audible crack.
"She really got you good." Noah felt the blood pumping through Jax's veins as he let go of the nose, another nosebleed was possible but not unexpected to him. He wasn't done but he figured he might grant him a break in between.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Noah pulled out two glass jars from the cupboard above the sink, carefully placing them on the counter. The one with green tea leaves was still full, the other with dried ginger cubes was almost empty. He shook the glass, two cubes of ginger remained inside. "I hope you're not allergic to something." He called out to her while she changed, eyeing the ingredients for the blend. With a sigh he put it back down, turning to one of the baskets nearby which was covered with a towel. He partly lifted it, a smile appearing on his face as he took out one big lump of ginger.
Placing the towel back over the basket he whistled along the music playing in the background as he returned to the counter. With quick and easy movements he had peeled the ginger with a spoon and was already chopping the yellow ingredient into cubes. One handful would be wrapped into paper towels to help them dry, another handful would go straight into the teapot he prepared in front of him. It didn’t necessarily matter whether or not the ginger was dried or fresh. The fresh one had a bit of a spicier note to it but the effects would sustain similarity.
Glancing over his shoulder as he heard her approach he smiled. "You could almost pass as Roman," Noah said jokingly but laughed softly before turning back to his tea. He added a bunch of green tea leaves onto a small plate to add to the water later. The ginger needed to soak the longest, then came the licorice root, and then last but not least the green tea for exactly two minutes and not longer. And while green tea was known to provide more health benefits when soaked for ten minutes, Noah wasn’t a big fan of the bitter taste that came along with doing that.
"I’ve heard a lot about your camp and living style already. What was it like? Sure sounded like you guys were enjoying yourselves a lot," he asked her, talking mostly over his shoulder. He only turned around once the water was all set and started boiling. Leaning against the counter he grabbed a piece of raw fresh ginger and started nibbling on it, his tongue used to the level of spicy.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Rolling his eyes at being called again he turned off the faucet. "I’ll be right there. Don’t bleed on my floor!" The healer called over as he continued assembling the herbs for an ointment that was needed by another legionnaire who refused to waste nectar or ambrosia on his injury. Ah, pretending to be tough, as usual.
Once done he washed his hands thoroughly, although the smell of some herbs would still linger on his skin regardless, and dried them with a towel. Noah strode over to the patient’s area, where blue eyes spotted two familiar faces. Two demigods of Mars, what a joy. He draped the towel over his shoulder before grabbing the sheet off of an empty bed.
"Hollins, please, there are children running around here," he commented on the blonde’s obvious lack of clothing, swiftly tossing him a clean bed sheet. "Cover up, coconut." Noah sat down on the empty bed, curious eyes looking at the two of them. His gaze fell on Jax whose face was smeared with blood which explained the lack of shirt on him as he was using it to stop the bleeding.
The son of Apollo couldn’t help but chuckle softly. "A broken nose? I thought you Mars guys were oh-so-tough." As he finished his sentence his gaze wandered over to Claire for a moment, his eyebrows flicking up briefly before he returned his attention back to the son of Mars. "Would you like a new nose or?"
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENTq"] Noah shook his head but kept the smile on his face. "No, no... You’re not being an idiot at all," he offered, trying to reassure her that she really wasn’t. He was probably one of the few Romans who decided to watch the tribute take place, although he could not participate in it. Or maybe he could but that would make him the idiot as it was a tribute to the Greeks and not the Romans. Warm blue eyes followed hers as they looked up at the lanterns in the night sky together. "Spoken like a true Greek," he teased, glancing down at her. "I don’t think the majority of us brutal and heartless warriors would even know how to remotely appreciate such gestures." He laughed at his own words as he uttered them, half-joking, half not. Showing pain openly wasn’t something a legionnaire should do. It would mean to show weakness and that was frowned upon by a lot. They were humans, mostly, and a lot were still children but that didn’t matter inside these walls.
The blond dropped his gaze at her comment, quietly chuckling at her words. He scratched the skin between cheekbone and ear before looking sideways at her. Before he could reply she had started to move closer to him, of course, because of the earbud. Swallowing, he fished out that old and used iPod, thumb rubbing over the buttons in the middle of it. Despite not focusing on his powers he could feel the faint thumping of her heart. The last time she was so close to him had been when he lost control over it, hurting not just one but two demigods in the process. One of them was the daughter of Aphrodite.
Noah had been meaning to seek her out so he could apologize properly for quite some time but no matter how often he ran his speech through his head it never sounded quite right. How did one apologize for almost killing the other anyway? His thumb paused on the play button when a new song started playing. He looked at her, surprised that she was tearing up… afraid that she would start crying because of his poor choice of music. Would that even be possible for a son of Apollo to have bad taste in music?
However, when she told him it was her favorite song instead of her most hated one as he expected, his face partly lit up. He couldn’t help feeling… guilty. Still guilty about everything that had happened. Quietly, he agreed to sit down, leading her to the place she pointed to while being careful about the earbuds in both their ears. Noah sat down after her, fiddling with the iPod in his hands. "I-" he began, staring at the patch of grass underneath his feet. Taking a deep breath he put the device back into the pocket where it came from, kneading his hands instead as he scrambled to find the right words.
"I just wanted to apologize for… last time." The words finally left his lips. He tilted his neck, looking up at the lanterns instead of her. Blinking, as if to blink away tears although his eyes were completely dry, he sucked in another breath, lips parted and ready to continue to speak. "I don’t even know if an apology would ever be enough to make up for it. It usually… never happens. I guess it was just the stress and… I’m just… terribly sorry. I can’t stop feeling guilty about it I-" A nervous laugh escaped his throat. The music had blended with the background noise of demigods talking, sobbing, crying, laughing. He ran a hand through his golden hair before mustering up the courage to look at her.
He had avoided her the entire time, feeling bad about their first encounter which certainly wasn't pleasant. But there was only so long one could run from someone or something. A smile emerged from the bitter and somber look on his face. "I guess I'm the idiot here, huh. I'm just really, really sorry."
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] The son of Apollo kept his features neutral, only the occasional twist of his lips hinting at the silhouette of a smile. It’s always the same old story, the same stubbornness, and thickheadedness of the legionnaires. It must be some sort of inherited trait bestowed on them upon birth. He smacked his lips together after she had proudly told him that she had been through worse, especially with Jax. He knew the children of Mars very well, considering their half-brother was Praetor of Camp Jupiter. One of them at least.
Comparing the lot of them definitely made it appear that they did indeed inherit the same foolishness. Noah shrugged, once again. "I could explain to you how nasty a simple cut could get. Infection, necrotic tissue, and so on. But I wouldn’t want you to die of boredom." Noah joked, pursing his lips. He watched her defiant attitude with amusement, being used to it so much. It was almost a daily occurrence, especially with the new arrivals. But he could play the same game all day long if he had the time for it. Unfortunately, he didn’t. Infirmary duty was calling and there were no days off besides helping out with Centurion things here and there.
When she finally gave up, agreeing to let him take a look at it, he smiled at her. "Great. Trying to talk you into letting me take a look probably took longer than actually taking care of it," he commented, lifting both fair eyebrows at the brunette. "I get it. You're a very tough girl and it doesn’t bother you, but it bothers me. Can’t expect a doctor to leave his patient bleeding all over the place now, can you?" he quipped, rubbing his hands eagerly together before gesturing towards a bench nearby. "Take a seat and let me work my magic. You'll be free to go and gambol around in no time."
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENT"] Noah nodded very softly as to not disturb his focus on the healing as his hand hovered over the cut. He listened to her as she spoke about the journey from one camp to the other and surely, he wouldn’t want to trade places with her. Although, if their camp was to be destroyed they’d most likely just build it back up again, right here where it was. The blond frowned slightly at the wound despite it closing up quite quickly. After a few more moments it was done, his face lighting up with a smile. "There we go. All gone. There might be some traces of the cut left but it should fade in a couple of days."
Satisfied with his work he gave himself an imaginary pat on the back, then rose from his seat. "Hang on a moment. We should have clothes around here… somewhere," he told her, smiling, before moving to one of the dressers. He pulled the top drawer and closed it again, not needing any of the contents in this one. Moving on to the second drawer he rummaged a little before pulling out a clean, purple camp t-shirt. It wasn’t neatly folded anymore by the time he managed to fish it out from under the mountain of shirts but it was still fine. Giving it a little shake Noah held it towards Aurora. "Here. I think this should fit you. It’s not new but much better than the torn and dirty one you’re currently stuck with."
He offered her reassuring smile and turned away from her to make space and giver her privacy to change. Walking over to the front where he was working on earlier he grabbed a kettle and filled it with water from the sink. Not turning his gaze in her direction and just looking at the opposite side he called over, "Would you like some tea? I have the perfect blend to give you some strength." Being in his element Noah took a glass jar from the counter and opened it, holding it under his nose to smell it. Ah, the scent of green tea, ginger and licorice root. The latter being something a lot of people disliked but once mixed with other ingredients the flavor was mellowed to almost entirely. It still pertained all of its health benefits though and that was what counted in the end.
[attr="class","THREAD1CONTENTq"] ”What an awfully busy day.” Noah let out a long sigh, hand resting on his hips. He combed his blond hair back with the other hand. He was tired. Not only from running around like crazy because demigods always felt the need to overdo everything, no, also from using his powers to heal. He had bandaged small cuts and put on a herbal healing salve on bruises here and there, but Romans didn’t know what the word restriction meant. Hades, it was a battlefield out there. Noah was used to chaos during the war games but this? He hadn’t seen so many stabbings and broken bones in a long time.
The group of healers dispersed after their too long shift around the game areas, and honestly, he was glad it was over. His stomach was screaming for it to be filled and a cup of tea, steaming hot, sounded great too. Noah made his way back to the Infirmary to put back his supplies and perhaps change into a new t-shirt. While he didn’t participate in any of the games he was still sweating from the running and jumping and avoiding becoming an accidental target for an archer. Once he had slipped on a new purple t-shirt he laid down on one of the beds. Just five minutes of rest would do and then he could get something to eat...
His eyes flew open as someone came running into the Infirmary, shouting at him something about lanterns. Right! There was supposed to be a lantern festival to pay tribute to the fallen demigods. But wasn’t it supposed to start at night? The son of Apollo turned his head, squinting out of the window. The sun had already set. A quick glance at a clock told him he didn’t sleep just 5 minutes but rather 5 hours. Scrambling out of the bed he grabbed his old airpod and a light sweater jacket which he tossed over his shoulder.
Jogging towards the Fields of Mars he popped in one earplug, turning on a playlist to match the mood. Noah was a little late, blue eyes moving skywards to look at the lanterns being lifted into the night. It was a beautiful view, despite the pain and grief that accompanied the lights. After finding a good spot he stood still, closing his eyes for just a moment to send up a quick prayer himself.
Upon opening them his gaze immediately found a familiar one. He couldn’t help but frown, but quickly shook it off, the corners of his lips turning up into a soft smile. He let the music play but pushed the button to turn down the volume as the daughter of Aphrodite approached him. “Probably. But even though this is mostly for you, some of us like to take the chance to mourn our own. We may have a slightly safer life than you do, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have losses.” He shrugged softly, fidgeting with the other earphone as he talked. “Besides, I don’t think the Praetors would allow this to happen a second time. It’s too beautiful and soft.”
He stood against a box filled with more lanterns and lights, twirling the cord around his finger before he untwirled it again, holding it out to her. “You know what makes this moment even more special? Music.”
"This is crazy. Everyone calm down and have a cup of tea."
PRAETORS
LEADERS OF CAMP JUPITER
CENTURIONS
LEADERS OF COHORTS
COUNSELLORS
LEADERS OF CABINS
CENSUS
CURRENT TOTAL: 83 DEMIGODS HAVE MADE IT TO CAMP
FIRST COHORT
15
SECOND COHORT
07
THIRD COHORT
09
FOURTH COHORT
10
FIFTH COHORT
04
PROBATIO
00
GREEK COHORT
30
HUNTRESSES
01
ADULTS
07
JUPITER
04
NEPTUNE
01
CERES
00
MARS
09
APOLLO
03
VULCAN
04
VENUS
03
MERCURY
03
BACCHUS
02
PLUTO
01
BELLONA
07
MINOR
14
ZEUS
02
POSEIDON
02
DEMETER
01
ARES
02
ATHENA
01
APOLLO
03
HEPHAESTUS
01
APHRODITE
04
HERMES
02
DIONYSUS
02
HADES
05
MINOR
08
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EVENTS
WAR GAMES, CAPTURE THE FLAG, AND MORE
june 1st - june 30th
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