Elijah and Nico[]
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Maia and Edward[]
Maia picked up at the offer, drawing in a short breath. "Would you really? Mama was a tarot card reader so we picked up a little from her here and there but it's nothing to the actual thing I'm meant to be able to do. Alexander told me about our powers but I've never been able to really do it before. Few little sparks. Oh, I'd love it if you did!"
He had a small smile on his face, amused by Maia's enthusiasm. He knew from that moment that she was going to be one of his, if not his most, favorite siblings. "Yes, we can start with the fireworks. That's always been one of my favorites. I like to put on a show," he said, chuckling. "Well, after you get settled, we can have a tour around Camp, and then training. What do you think?"
Maia nodded. Maia knew she was energetic and she hoped none of them would get sick of it after a wall. "Yes, that sounds really good! They don't give a map do they? We had a video but no map. So many cabins as well. But-as long as it's not out of your way. Is it true theres a lava wall? Is it actually lava? Do we die if we fall off? You know, my coordination isn't very good, so I'm a little bit worried."
Edward found himself smiling yet again, truly delighted with Maia's zeal. "Alright, alright, one question at a time," he made a calm down gesture with his hands, but he was smirking. "Now, first off, I don't think they give a map, but I think it would be better if you just see it for yourself," he declared as he turned on his heels, signaling his sister to follow him out of the cabin so the tour could commence.
Maia was already right on his heels. The day was becoming better than she expected. She wasn't too fussed at being told to slow down-she knew she had a chatter box of a mouth. "I'm sure you're right," she said as she looked around whence she left the cabin, now truly appreciating it.
Theia and Rocky[]
"Good guess-the big one of them all. Ares," she confessed with a humourless smile. At least she'd gotten to the point of acceptance with it. Moved through all the stages of grief regarding Ares. "You?"
"Dionysus. Mostly know as the god of wine and madness, but I like to refer to him as the god of parties," he said with a big grin. "Anyways, I'm guessing you just finished training, huh?" Rocky assumed, since they were by the Training Arena anyways.
"Yeah...you would know my sister. She's the head, Demetria. I hear she can throw a great party. She invites me but I pretty much ghost them. Not really my scene," Theia said with a smile. Their parties were...well, famous. Or infamous-depended on who you ask. Atalanta, after dealing with 100 different cases from one party, would definitely side with the latter. "And yeah-my daily torture. Are you about to start?"
"Oh, haven't you heard, she was replaced by Danica." Rocky didn't want to be the bearer of bad news (if it even was considered that, for Theia), but he just wanted to lay down the facts. "And why, if I may ask, have you been ghosting them?" he asked, curious, sliding his hands into his jean's pockets as he did so. As for the last question, he shook his head gently. "Oh I wasn't, I was just passing by when I bumped into you. I was actually on my way to see the giant Lava Wall."
"Oh, she has? Well, she probably spent to much time partying instead of actually doing some work," Theia hummed. She clearly didn't have much sympathy for her older sister. She loved her for bits, but Theia had her opinions and discipline was a necessity. "They're not my scene, I'm terrible in parties. The type to just hang around in a corner wanting to go home. And oh that? I can walk with you, if you want? I should probably go find my sister now and she's usually somewhere near the lake at this hour."
Hunter and Achilles[]
Achilles was in the training area of the spire, shirtless and slamming his fist against a punching bag. His knuckles were taped and his skin had a thin layer of sweat. Like a lot of the times, he was alone and made sure to come in an hour where people weren't crowding the area to train. The only thing you could hear was his grunts as his knuckles slammed into the fabric again and again. Sure, he didn't like much in the modern world but how accessible working out was was a nice bonus. Back in his day, his options were working a farm, finding someone to wrestle with, or go hunt a monster. Of course, everyone back then was fit (save for the dirty rich). But going down to punch a bag was a lot more easier.
"What did that punching bag ever do to you?" Hunter said with an amused smile, stepping out of the shadows. He didn't mean to lurk, he headed to the Arena with the intention of doing some training of his own, when he happened upon an unfamiliar face — a newcomer to the Champions who was slamming away on a punching bag. Being his usual self, he thought he'd tease a bit. "Careful, you're gonna hurt his feelings."
"Oh, didn't you hear? We went through a terrible breakup. His hurt feelings is nothing compared to mine," Achilles said as he steadied the bag with his hand so it wouldn't swing right into his face as he turned Hunter. Naturally, he knew Hunter-not well, but professionally considering who Hunter was in terms of the organisation. "I think it's quite deserved."
He raised an eyebrow. How playful. I like him already, he thought to himself as he walked closer to where Achilles was, intending to assemble a punching bag of his own. Once that was dealt with, he turned towards the other man and said, "Why, did he cheat on you? Maybe you weren't such a good boyfriend, then." A smirk was clearly visible on Hunter's face.
"Oh please, I made sure he was satisfied every night," Achilles said with a deep sigh as he let go of the bag-about time to, he needed to move on from his last love and find something...new. Which was what crossed his mind as he watched Hunter assemble a punching bag, letting his eyes drop down whenever he had the chance. "No, I found him with a girl. It broke my heart. Absolutely."
Hunter found himself chortling good-naturedly at Achilles' replies. "Ah, I see. Well, if that's the case, he truly deserves it, then," he concurred just as he finished assembling his own punching bag. Before he started his work out though, he thought he'd introduce himself first. "I'm Hunter, by the way. You?"
"Achilles," Achilles answered, before tacking on "the original one". Bloody Trojan war hero taking all the spotlight. Everyone thought he was some knock off Achilles-no, he was born before that one. "And definitely-want me to spot?" He asked, nodding to Hunter's bag.