Faris turned as someone said her name, smiling brightly at the handsome guy with rather pretty hair and deep eyes. She nodded. ”Yes, I’m Faris,” she said, starting to explain about the fire situation when another rather good looking guy walked up and said it wasn’t a good idea. Faris pouted, knowing a fire would probably get the party shut down just like he said, but she was always in an arguing mood. ”Damn, children of Gods are good looking, aren’t we?” she said, before looking surprised. ”I said that out loud,” she told herself, again out loud before blinking a few times as if trying to find her train of thought. ”Ah yes! Mr. D told me the only thing I couldn’t do was start a fire. But why? Why must we have all these rules and regulations?” she began moving her free hand around, brow furrowed in concentration as she explained. ”Freedom gentlemen, freedom is where we do whatever we want. Sure, whatever feels good might not always be the smartest thing, but how can one be old and wise if you were never young and stupid, huh? Tell me that much at least,” she paused, raising an eyebrow as if she was making more sense than the smartest professor at Harvard. ”Look, I’ll tell you what, let’s start like, a fire to roast hotdogs and… and what are those little white cloud things again?” she frowned, pressing two fingers together as if she were squishing something, staring intently at her two fingers for a pause. ”Oh yes, marshmallows! We need marshmallows,” she said, giving Gaspard an expression of her lips scrunched over to the side in expectation, waiting for a fire and marshmallows. ”I’m sorry, what were your names again? I’m Faris… And I’m reckless.” She smiled, winking at Connor since he had said not to encourage such recklessness. Tonight he would probably not get his way if Faris had a say.

Thane

It was rare that Thane could feel his skin crawl from the presence of another person and unfortunately, tonight was one of those rarities. Astrid's drunken appearance brought him a certain level of comfortableness, her desperate attempt to be... something, completely lost on him. She was still clearly bitter over earlier, practically to the point that he could taste it in the air. He had nothing to say to her, and when she addressed him, saying it was an adult party Thane struggled with the urge to roll his eyes and walk away. He hated liquor. The smell. The taste. What it did to people. Astrid's brother, Jack, the guy that was sailing at half mast whenever Erin was in the same room as him, made an appearance and dragged away Astrid, excusing her for being drunk. Something that was some relief to Thane. "I'm starting to think-" Thane began, already feeling the overwhelming urge to dip. Astrid's kissing of Erin caught him off guard, cutting his train of thought completely as a single thought raced through his head, That's my thing you jerk. Erin's fury was already welling up in her until she caught a glance of Thane who was giving her his usual stare. The 'I don't care what you want to do, you're not going to do it' stare.

A figure caught the corner of his eye. The socially awkward boy, Kindle, Thane thought his name was, stumbling near them with a look of disgust on his face. "Great." Thane sighed, stepping before Erin as the meek boy spewed out his liquor which caused Thane's skin to crawl for the second time tonight as he felt the skin on his neck moisten, his hair dampen, and the scent of liquor filled his nose. It was enough to make him noxious, his face scrunching up for a moment as the scent filled his nostrils, becoming ever present as the liquor seemed to seep into his skin, hair, and clothing further. He was even wearing his favourite (only) leather jacket, which had been kept rather immaculate until now. He'd have to take care of this before the smell got to him any further. Thane's eyes quickly scanned Erin, at least pleased that she hadn't gotten any liquor on her. Jack had already returned from dealing with his sister and was now on his way to make a move on Erin, his smile reminding him of a half-assed son of Aphrodite. Thane's head drifted up to Erin's sleeve, giving it a slight tug. "I'm going to go back to the cabin and wash off the beer Kindle spewed all over me." He said with a long sigh, his eyes drifting from Erin to Jack, and back to her. Perhaps he shouldn't ask her to come back with him. It'd be good for her to make new friends, right? Find someone to become close with beyond him? She wanted that, didn't she? "Night," Thane mumbled, turning back to the way that they came.

He walked with his hands deep inside his pockets, his eyes fixated on the ground as he tried to make his way though the crowd, most people parting at the sight of the Hand of Death. It seemed his reputation still preceded him. At least that was useful in getting out of the party. Talk of starting a fire caught his ear and when he gave a glance to the source of the noise, he caught eyes with the redheaded daughter of Ares. He gave a disapproving shake of his head, continuing to walk past them as he looked back ahead of him. That wouldn't be his fight to deal with. Dionysus or one of the other campers could handle that ticking time bomb. Right now he just wanted to disappear into his cabin and rinse off the sticky residue in his hair and on his neck and clothes.

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Auguste

Auguste slid out of the window as she made her way over, his eyes lingering on her as long as they could as he slipped out, dropping onto his feet and turning to watch her as she followed suit. A smirk grew across his face as she leaned out the window, reenacting the most iconic scene from Billy Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. He couldn't help but play along as he reached out to her, touching her cheek. "I, a Montague, and you a Capulet," Auguste stifled a laugh, stepping close to her, moving a hand to her hip, "Doth desire you, dearest Juliet. Will you let I take all yourself?" He brought a hand up to her hand and helped her trough the window, bringing her feet down gently to the ground.

"My fair Juliet," Auguste said softly, slipping an arm around her, resting his hand on her hip, "I hope you don't mind." He couldn't help but let out a giggle, giving her a small squeeze and bringing her closer to him as he did. He walked as slowly as he could, wanting to take as much time as possible to arrive at the party. It was best to be fashionably late. The bonus of being seen with the lovely pink haired girl now known as Juliet from a mile away was an added bonus. "I want to apologize in advanced, Syl." Auguste said softly, his eyes fixated on the cabin of Ares. His grip on her loosened slightly as he thought he caught the eyes of the boy who was getting awfully friendly with her earlier. Auguste continued, his voice almost remorseful, "I think someone's going to get into a fight with me tonight and I'd hate for you to be around when that happens."

As the flow of campers slowly thinned behind him, Kindle made his exit. His face felt heated from embarrasment and a familiar choking feeling was rising up in his throat, he needed to be alone. Pulling his newsboy cap down over his ears, Kindle averted his eyes from the other party-goers. After a few moments, Kindle spotted a place where he could find refuge, a stack of boxes pushed near the wall that would be large enough to conceal him if he put himself behind it. Slipping behind them, Kindle would push his back against the heavy boxes, sliding to the ground. He'd been naive to think that this would just be a happy-go-lucky social event, of course alcohol would be involved. At this thought, an image popped into his head of a younger Kindle ducking under a thrown beer bottle, looking up to see the rage-contorted face of his father. The choking feeling of anxiety became more pronounced as this picture came, and a surging panic passed through Kindle.

Deep breaths... Kindle thought to himself, trying to push down the welling feelings of panic. It was getting harder though, every beat of the loud music pushing deeper and deeper into his eardrums, and every moment felt as if he were being surrounded. Kindle closed his eyes and forced his breathing into a rhythm. Breath in, breath out. As his anxiety died down to a more manageable level, Kindle began to think about his choices now. Should he endure the rest of the party, or just slip out? He'd already made a fool of himself, and he had little interest in hanging around a bunch of rowdy teens hopped up on alcohol. The thought of alcohol sickened him, why would anyone in their right mind ever touch it? It did horrible, horrible things to their minds, how could that be considered "fun"? It was that moment that Kindle decided that he would leave, deciding to never attend an event such as this again. But right now he needed to just sit, alone, and get his thoughts together. Bringing his knees up to his chest, Kindle would wrap his arms in a hug around his legs and lean his face into his knees, sheltering himself from the world he was surrounded by.

"If this is your idea of fun..." Rolling his eyes, Gaspard let out a quiet huff of disappointment as a familiar face spoiled his fun. What was so bad about a fire? They were in a camp full of demigods. If worse comes to worst, they could just get the Poseidon kids to put out the fire, or something. You'd think that as a Hermes kid, Connor would surely be up for getting up to some mischief. Instead, he seemed satisfied with having nothing to do but drink and dance all night. What a drag, right? He wasn't going to protest too much, though. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he just didn't feel like mustering up his trademark sarcasm, at the moment. The son of Hecate recited smoothly in his Cajun drawl, as he had done so many times before, "Whatever you say, Connor."

Dark eyes scanned the area for anything of interest, unfortunately finding none. Man, this fire was starting to sound better and better. Maybe he'd just ignore everything that Connor said and light the whole damned place up. Before he could follow that train of thought, however, Gaspard's attention was brought back to the conversation at hand. The dark-haired demigod found himself nodding along with everything she said, even letting out a small chuckle of amusement as her comment about marshmallows. Ares kids sure were something, even more so when they got drunk off their asses.

"Reckless is always good. I'm Gaspard. My friend here can introduce himself." Gaspard grinned an crafty grin, making some sort of vague hand gesture towards Connor with his free hand. The son of Hecate had sort of a clinical curiousity as to how far he could push the girl before she really set the place alight. Maybe all she needed was a little nudge. Remembering the spell as best as he could, Gaspard muttered a quiet chant under his breath before snapping his fingers. Almost immediately, the tips of his fingers erupted in blue fire, rising for just a second before diminishing into a flaming sphere about the size of a ping-pong ball. It looked just like real fire, apart from the fact that it was all an illusion. If one was observant enough, they would notice that the sphere gave off no heat whatsoever. With his control of the Mist, Gaspard could easily engulf the area around him in imaginary flames. But for now, hopefully this was enough to provoke a reaction.

Connor held back a smile as the girl, Faris, he had been right about her name which was in and of itself rather surprising, made that comment about demigods being good looking. He had to admit, while not all of them were innately beautiful it did seem that Aphrodite's blessings of beauty were not entirely reserved for her children alone. Faris's philosophies on freedom were slightly naive, and the fact that Mr. D had told her not to start a fire and she was still insisting on it was a bit nerve racking. Sure Dionysus was technically the god of wines and happiness and all that ink, which in a way made him the patron god of parties, but he was also the god of madness, capable of pure, blind rages.

Then he couldn't help but smile as she forgot what marshmallows were called, she really was drunk, maybe that was a relative excuse and explanation for her horrid decision making skills... Or not Connor thought to himself, remembering the fact that during the arrival of the new kids this was the one who had decided to insult Erin, who was not a demigod to trifle with. So maybe the girl was inherently bad at making decisions, so were most of his siblings. Somehow he had been the only one to manage some degree of good life choices. He laughed lightly dismissed him with a whatever, then said he could introduce himself.

"Well, Gaspard has already said it, but my name is Connor D'finn, son of Hermes." He said extending a hand to the girl to shake. "And while I love a little fun mischief, recklessness leads down a path few people truly want to go. Especially with a god who can literally drive you to madness." He shot a look at Gaspard as he made an illusory orb of flame with the mist. Why the boy seemed intent to coax this girl into idiocy was beyond Connor. "And as for freedom Ms. Faris, I respond with this. Any fool can live their life and learn from experience, perhaps gaining some miserable shred of wisdom with age, however clever person can become wise through learning by the mistakes of those who were fools before them and gain more knowledge than old wise men while still a child. Mr D. may enjoy some light-hearted revelries, but he is a god, and like all gods, he can be quick to anger, especially when disobeyed."

Faris smiled when Gaspard introduced himself. ”Gaspard… is that French?” she asked, frowning slightly as if it were very important that she know this. She glanced to Connor when he said his name, reaching out her hand and shaking his firmly. Her eyes stared up into Connor’s as if mesmerized while he spoke, not saying a word or looking away until he was done. Then the tattooed girl paused before glancing to Gaspard and then back to Connor. A small snort left her and she giggled slightly. ”Okay, I didn’t understand a word of that, Grandpa,” she teased Connor, moving her hand in a wave as if to brush him off. Sighing and smiling she turned back to Gaspard when her eyes caught the light of the fire ball he had created. ”Oh wow, did you do that? Are you like a god of fire or something?” she smirked, poking his shoulder playfully. ”So you can build me a fire?” she asked, giving some puppy dog eyes to Gaspard. ”I think I’ve had one too many to make one without burning myself,” she frowned, peering into her glass and swirling it around. She looked up and around, sighing heavily at the boring kids dancing boringly and eating their boring boar. Maybe if someone got into a fight at least she could have more fun.

[u]Astrid[/ul]
Astrid was very drunk at this point, even for her standards she had gone way past the point that was acceptable. Without realizing it she was dancing alone, swaying to the music that seemed to come out of no where. Hearing a voice she squealed and whipped around. It was one of the kids she had seen before, and she smiled at him drunkenly. "You... I know you. Your the ass hole. Yep ass hole." She didn't even realize which words were coming out of her mouth anymore. "Aaaasssssssssss hole." She leaned towards him, one of the straps of her dress falling off. "Shhhhh," She had raised a finger to her mouth shushing him. Putting one of her arms she leaned on him, putting most of her wait on his shoulders.

"Hey there sexy, why... why... why am I all alone. Oop not anymore, not now that I have yooou!" Her finger caught fire and she traced along his shirt sexily, burning holes down it. "I wanna tell you a secret, because you are my best friend. My bestest best friend in the whole world." She flung her arm out, gesturing to everything that she meant. "But I can't because it's a dirty secret, the dirtiest of all secrets. Shhhhhh." With a sudden change of attitude Astrid collapsed in his arms, "I'm all alone!" Her ADD was on the fritz with her being drunk, so when tears started pouring down her face it was not much of a surprise. "So so alone." She threw her other arm around the kid she had only just met. "Ju... just take me home, please."

[u]Jack[/ul]
Jack smiled good naturally as a kid in the corner spit alcohol all over him. Grinning at him he said, "Well it's not a party without a couple spit takes is it, eh?" He winked at the kid, watching him rush off in embarrassment and feeling sorry for him. Poor kid didn't realize what he was missing, running away from a party like that. Turning back to Erin he saw that she was completely dry of any spit-alcohol. Thain had blocked it with his body. He turned to leave, probably to wash the booze out of his hair, for Jack it wasn't the first time and if Erin didn't mind he would wait till after their dance to wash himself. Besides that, as a Hephaestus kid he was used to getting dirty.

Unfortunately Erin turned and grabbed Thain as he was walking away. “You have my word that at the next event involving dance, the two of us will share one together. However I arrived at this party with Thane and it would be against my upbringing and morals if I didn’t leave with him.” Nodding in understanding Jack only replied, "Let's make it sooner, the next dance too long of a period of time to wait for you." He watched them walk away talking about how to get the alcohol out of Thain's leather jacket.

Jack was about to do like-wise and do the same as Thain, when he heard something over the sound of the music. "But I can't because it's a dirty secret, the dirtiest of all secrets. Shhhhhh." Jack's head whipped towards the sound of the voice and of course saw Astrid as the point of cause. She was about to tell his secret, while drunk, to some complete stranger. In a panicy voice he shouted out, "Astrid!" he voice carried through out the entire party and several people stopped to look at him. He paid them no mind as his heart thudded faster and faster. He was shaking he was so scared that she had already spilled his secret. He knew well how closely the rumors would spread if they got out.

Glancing down at his tremouring hand he could see the white of bone, poking out from under his sleeve. This wasn't unusual considering the circumstances. Any time that he was extremely excited or scared he would begin to change. Shoving his hand away in his coat so that it was hidden his other hand drifted to his head. Steam was wafting off of him, a sign that he would soon change. Stumbling back in fear, Jack moved to get away from the party and people that could see him. He rushed to his cabin, hoodie held over his head so that his skull wouldn't catch anyone's eyes. By the time Jack made it into the cabin he had fully changed. He held his hands out infront of himself and saw that there was no more skin left, he was a skeleton again.

Auguste

She told him she understood, though Auguste had a nagging sensation in the back of his mind that told him she didn't. As she slipped out from his grasp, he sighed softly, watching her speak though her voice was muffled from the roaring sounds of music and conversation. He didn't need to be able to hear her to know what she was saying though. She was going to leave and that was enough to take the wind out of his sails. He said nothing to her, choosing to watch her as an interesting expression flashed across her face. Sadness? Disgust? Disappointment? Betrayal? Perhaps a mixture of the four and more. Auguste faded into the crowd, his eyes never leaving the girl with cotton candy coloured hair who made her way toward a rival of Auguste, his future play-thing, the Ares boy that just arrived early today. He hadn't caught the kid's name, though he knew that the boy made a decent impression on his dear Syl, though that impression seemed to have decayed rather rapidly with the boy making moves on a certain red-headed girl that had been one of Auguste's victims earlier today. Always interesting to see all of the pies Auguste had dipped his fingers in, he thought with a soft grin, licking his lips as his libido that was far from finite flared up. A curse of his lineage, really.

As Syl made her way out of the part, Auguste slipped through the crowd, ignoring any who called out to him, his interest in the social event rapidly decaying. He tailed the pink haired girl, saying nothing and walking in such a way that his feet made as little noise as possible. When she made it to her cabin, she quickly went to lock her window, dropping Auguste's spirit a bit. He'd have to use the front door, though her closing the window was certainly a sign that she wanted to be alone. Auguste stepped slowly into her cabin, listening for the sound of anyone beyond her, no sign of her recently acquired brother. That'd make things a bit easier he supposed. "Hey Syl," Auguste called out, putting a hand onto her bedroom door. He rapt his knuckles on the door slowly, before sitting down in front of her door, putting his back to it. "You probably want to be alone right now, and that's okay, but if you need someone to talk to. If you need a shoulder to cry on. Or if you just want someone to be around, I'll be right here all night." Auguste spoke slowly, his voice warm and gentle, his eyes closing as he leaned his head against the door. Hopefully he'd have the good fortune of getting to spend some time with her, help her get this behind her. A long sigh dragged out of him as he recalled the Ares boy; He had little hope that the Fates would favour him tonight.

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Thane

"You didn't have to leave too," Thane said softly as they returned to the cabin, her hands pressing against his jacket, pulling it off of him. He wiggled his wrists free of the sleeves and relinquished it to her. Running a hand through his hair, a few droplets of Kindle's beer dripped down to his cheek. He frowned slightly, his expression softening when he heard Erin's voice. "That's not a bad idea," he nodded, begging to peel off his sticky shirt as he made his way across the living room to his bathroom. He flung the beer touched shirt into his hamper, snagging a plain white t-shirt from his dresser on his way to the shower. Thane cranked the shower up to just shy of its hottest, the bathroom flooding with steam as he got into the buff, peeled off the bandages and hopped into the shower.

As he stood in the near scalding water that washed away any remnant of liquor, his eyes drifted down to the jet black arm that seemed to have been freshly dipped in a vat of ink. The body of blackness began from his shoulder and extended down to his fingertips, no trace of his pale skin visible in the sea of blackness, though that was not where his curse ended. Tendrils like arms extended from his blacked limb across his skin, a single tendril reaching out to where his heart is. Another tendril ran down his side, ending at his hip, while the last reached along his back, just below his neck, coming to a stop just before his other shoulder. His eyes closed tightly and for a few minutes he just stood in silence, wanting to just will the tendrils of death away.

When Thane emerged from his room sometime later he stopped by the back of the couch, scratching the back of his head as he looked around and found Erin. "Hey," he said simply, wanting to draw her attention. He wore blue jeans and had his shirt draped over his right shoulder as if it were an afterthought, the spreading black tendrils fully visible for her to see. Since they met, he had always been sure to wear something that covered the blighted arm, as well as a t-shirt, whenever his room was unlocked or he was outside of it. He had realised earlier that night that they had been getting too close and when looking at his ailment, he knew that he would have to show it to her. Show that they couldn't get too close. That he was dangerous. "It spreads whenever I let myself well up with emotion," Thane spoke slowly as he went about throwing a shirt on, the black tendrils still slightly visible beneath his shirt, "I'm not sure I'll be safe to be around much longer and well..." Thane paused, biting his lip, not wanting to admit why as he dropped down onto the couch, the fingers of his right hand restlessly drumming away on his knee, "I'm afraid of hurting you."

Jack
As his grew slowly back Jack's breathe caught up with him. He lay in-front of the door to the cabin his back leaning against someone's dresser. Staring at his hands he watched as the skin shivered and rippled across, moving up ever creeping towards its goal. Turning over his palm so he could watch is carefully he saw that the skin continued to keep it's creases and his fingers kept their same fingerprints. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he was still the same. He would always be Jack, no matter how many times he changed into the monster that he was.

Pushing himself up, he reached a hand up brush away the tears that were inevitably there on his face. His fingers brushed his eyes and came away dry. He must have attempted to cry while he was still changed and tears had not come out. The feeling of cry had still been there, but no tears had left his face. It wasn't like he had tear ducts at the time.

Deciding it was time to go back out to the party, Jack pushed open the door and started walking back. He did have a job after all, cooking and such. If he wasn't there he wasn't likely to get paid anything. Striding, each step bringing back a small piece of his original self, he froze as he heard a loud voice shout out from the direction of the party.

Once again it was Astrid. She was about to open her big mouth and spill his secret to some strange campers while totally hammered. Fear crept up his belly like an ugly monster clawing its way into his throat. Choaking he stumbled back away from her and the group that was around her.

His eyes drifting down, Jack realized had another reason to be scared. His fear was causing him to change, and with a rapid pace too. Already up to his elbows, Jack could feel the strange sensation like water dripped over his skull and across his eye socket. It was one of the weirdest sensations that he had ever felt, and it terrified him that he was able to feel it. Glancing around feverishly for a place to get away from where people could see him, Jack ran to the nearest cabin. His left shoe slipped off while he was running, lost somewhere behind him, due to his shrinking foot.

Stumbling over his own feet, not used to their size, Jack tripped over the front step on the porch and crashed into the door of the cabin. Shaking with fear and terror he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. In a feeble attempt to hide himself, Jack pulled the jacket up over one of his hands, before giving up. There was nothing he could do about his foot or face. If someone were to pass they would see him as he was. A monster. Jack did not realize that the cabin that he had crashed into was the cabin of Hades. The god that had cursed him, and the god who had produced the daughter he was falling in love with.

"Wow. Wise words, Connor. Thank you for your input." Gaspard said in an even a tone as possible, nodding sagely. Though the effect might've been somewhat broken by the smug grin on his lips. He found himself musing on the sudden role reversal - weren't Hermes kids supposed to be the ones causing all sorts of trouble? Then again, he was an Athena legacy. That probably had something to do with it. But, surely he'd be able to find some way to wheedle Connor into going along with his plan, right? After all, what was a campsite without a huge, roaring campfire? Oh, and s'mores too, of course. He was getting a little hungry, and he didn't fancy gorging himself on the roasted boar. Briefly snuffing out the fireball, Gaspard turned back to Faris, replying in the affirmative when asked whether his name was French.

"Come on, what's Mr. D gonna do?" A derisory snort escaped from Gaspard, as he imagined the camp director waving around a giant turkey leg. Of all the gods they could've chosen to be in charge, they chose the one whose powers included turning literally any liquid into booze. You gotta admit, though. It was a pretty kick-ass ability to have, albeit completely useless in a fight. Maybe Mr. D could turn people's blood to wine like Jesus. But then again, that was pretty far-fetched. Tossing back his cup for another gulp of rum and coke, Gaspard rolled his eyes at Connor's apprehension. Gods, this was taking so much more effort than originally planned. The son of Hecate was tempted to just give up right there and then. Maybe tonight was destined to be completely and utterly boring. Although, Gaspard thought, he could just ignore Mr. D'Finn altogether and get this show on the road.

"So you can build me a fire?"

Pushing a lock of dark hair out of his eyes, he flashed a sharp-edged smile at Faris. "Sure thing, cher. Jus' lemme get another round of 'dese." Gaspard shook the now-empty cup in his hand. More and more of his Cajun twang was slipping out now, undoubtedly because of the alcohol. But he'd only had two of these, so that was a little weird. Maybe he put just a bit too much rum in there. Who knows? It was all in the past now, though, so he didn't really care too much. Brushing past Connor, Gaspard resolved to bring him back a drink, too. Hopefully, it'll loosen him up a bit. How anyone could spend their whole time at a party doing nothing but worry was beyond him.

Faris couldn’t help smirking at Gaspard teasing of Connor. She liked this guy. They could cause a lot of trouble together. Of course, not with Grandpa Connor looking over their shoulders, but still. She giggled when he asked what Mr. D was going to do, imagine that fat bastard in a recliner drinking his coffee and looking like he hated the world. He was too old and stupid to do anything over a simple bonfire.

”Okay!” Faris said excitedly when Gaspard spoke with a rather dashing accent and went to go get more alcohol. While watching him walk away, Faris’s glossy eyes suddenly looked clearer for a moment and she smirked, dumping out a little of the booze in her cup onto the ground. Well, despite Connor’s annoying parental like advice, it looked like chaos might happen either way. Faris glanced at Connor and raised an eyebrow.

”What?” she said in a perfectly sober sounding, annoyed tone of voice. No, she wasn’t drunk. Buzzed yes, but she’d learned to act drunk a long time ago to get what she wanted. And she wanted more fun. But she wasn’t stupid enough to go starting a fire herself when Mr. D had deliberately told her not to. So getting someone else to start it was the next best thing. They would get in trouble if worse came to worst, not her, and she would still have her fun. Then again, she saw several people running off from the party. Ah well. Even if it was a bonfire and s’mores for two she wouldn’t mind too much. Getting to know Gaspard sounded far from unappealing.

Kindle flinched as he felt the touch of another person on him, he couldn't help it. He wasn't touched much by others except in accidental bumps, and Kindle didn't like it in general. His body tensed, Kindle looked up to see a girl, no, a goddess looking down upon him. He'd seen her around before, and from what he'd she was Persephone, queen of the underworld. Kindle stared up, dumbstruck. Why would anyone, let alone a goddess want to talk to him? Kindle was even more surprised when she pulled him off the ground, intending to take him somewhere. He didn't particularly want to go along, which was made worse by the fact that the goddess was dragging him by his hand. Kindle's meek manner prevented him from protesting, and it's not like he could refuse the goddess without angering her, and that's the last thing he wanted to do. So without much of a choice, Kindle followed along behind her.

Where were they going? Had Kindle done something wrong, angered the gods somehow, and was now being unwittingly led to his doom? Kindle doubted this theory, though anxiety began to run through him. He was just about to open his mouth to ask when they burst through the trees, arriving in the orchid. Kindle lost his breath at the sight of the orchid, it was really... quiet. The isolated nature of the orchid made Kindle feel alone, but in a different way then his usual loneliness, and the feeling scared him. Nevertheless, it was peaceful there, though not the kind of peace that made Kindle feel comfortable. Kindle remained silent, not responding to much of what Persephone said. He snapped out of his silence when Persephone said her last statement. He was still in a mood, and more than anything he needed to be alone.

"I-I... T-Thank you.."

Kindle said, turning his back and moving towards the exit of the orchid. He muttered a few intelligible apologizes before escaping, heading towards his cabin. He felt a choking sensation in his throat, and he stepped up his pace. He was being a dork, but right now he really just needed to find the small amount of solace that was his room. Upon getting into his cabin, Kindle leaned against the door for a moment before turning and locking it. Collapsing on his bed, Kindle would pull the thick blankets of his bed over his body, covering even his face. He felt exhausted, more tired than he had in awhile, which was probably due to the large amount of sleepless nights that he'd had over the last month. Surprisingly, he fell asleep immediately, into another night of restless sleep and bad dreams.

Connor rolled his eyes slightly at Gaspard's attitude, "Hadn't I just pointed out Mr. D is also the god of madness amoung other things? Just because he chooses to look a certain way to us doesn't make him any less a god." Connor shrugged, "But do what you will." He said as Gaspard walked by to get a drink.

As soon as Gaspard was out of sight Connor noticed a drastic change with the supposedly sloshed girl. "What?" She asked giving him a look and raising an eyebrow. When it finally clicked just what she was doing he couldn't help himself, a laugh escape his lips. "Nothing," He said with a grin, "I think I actually like you a bit better now, smart to get someone else to do the actual rule breaking." Connor never minded rule breaking, mischief raising, rabble rousing or the like, but when it was impressionable fresh meat, or defying a direct order from one of the gods, well he hated seeing people with potential getting snuffed out early because others encouraged recklessness. But for her to be clever enough to manipulate someone else like that, and a child of Hecate none the less, that was pretty impressive.

"A word of warning, from one con to another, crossing other demigods is never the best move, and you may want to wait a bit before you do. The cabins in this camp have alliances, and getting on the wrong side of your brothers and sisters for trashing an alliance that they worked hard for is never the best idea. They know where you live." He said with a wink. He looked around, the party was dying down, now quite a bit, people were leaving left and right, now was as good a time as any for him to head back to the cabin.

"I think I'm going to head back to Hermes cabin, I'll see you around camp." And with that he turned and started walking away. He didn't want to be standing there when Gaspard got back. If he was he might feel obligated to warn the poor guy he was being duped, having a demigod owe you one was never a bad thing, but then crossing a child of Ares always was bad so it would have been a lose lose situation.

With a tequila sunrise in one hand and a piña colada in the other, Gaspard started to make his way back. He didn't even notice Connor had taken his leave of the party until he saw that Faris was no longer in the company of him. Great, now what was he gonna do with two drinks? He definitely wasn't going to finish them all by himself. Sure, getting completely wasted sounded fun, but the last thing he wanted was to look like a complete idiot in front of everybody - getting sloppy drunk just wasn't his style. Plus, the hangover in the morning would be killer. And so, Gaspard offered Faris one of the drinks, noticing that her own had already been depleted.

"Last drink for the night?"

Maybe it was because he was more than a little buzzed, but Gaspard hadn't quite caught the subtle shift in the girl's inflection. Normally, he'd notice such an indication in a heartbeat, courtesy of a lifetime of practice. It was something of a survival mechanism - after all, he needed to know when his dad and stepmother were in a particularly bad mood. Then again, sobriety was so passé, and he didn't have to worry about those two anymore. Alcohol was only a temporary escape, but an escape, nonetheless. Gaspard almost laughed at the suddenly depressing train of thought. Where did all that come from? He was glad he didn't just blurt all that out, though, because it would certainly have made for an awkward moment.

Looking around, Gaspard noticed that more and more people were starting to leave. Seemed like it was just ten minutes ago when the party was just beginning. Maybe he wasn't as bored as he thought, or maybe it was just the multiple rum and cokes that made time fly by. Well, whatever it was, he realised that starting a fire would be pointless if no one was around to see it. In Gaspard's books, unwitnessed disobedience was just wasteful. He had to admit, though, it'd be quite the anticlimax. After everything that he said, was he really just going to call it quits now?

It was a tough decision, but not committing arson won out in the end. All of a sudden, the idea of getting nailed over the head by Mr. D with his turkey leg club didn't sound too appealing to Gaspard. Especially because he was currently a tad inebriated. Besides, he'd be throwing himself under the bus for something that wasn't even his idea in the first place. Gaspard had nearly forgotten about his original plan of getting Faris to set everything on fire, so that he wouldn't have to do it himself.

"Mo chagren, cher. I'm afraid you're gonna hafta light this place up yourself." The familiar lilt sloshing out despite himself as he shrugged, a not-so apologetic grin on his face. For now, all he cared about was getting something to eat. He'd been doing nothing but drink all night, and his stomach was audibly starting to complain. Shifting his gaze from the swirling liquid in his cup back to Faris, he opened his mouth to speak. "I'm jus' gonna go get somethin' to eat. You want anythin'?"

Faris smirked at Connor, certainly complimented that he thought her mischievousness was more appealing than just being drunk and stupid. ”I understand. I’ll see you around, Grandpa,” she said, nodding to him as Connor walked away. Perhaps he was right. Maybe she shouldn’t cross anyone, but then she wouldn’t really be herself. Then again, it would suck to be at this god forsaken camp with no friends. But her friends would just laugh it off if they realized what she was doing, not get pissed. She was mulling things over in her mind when Gaspard walked back up with a drink. ”Sure,” she said after a small pause, flashing a nice smile. She watched Gaspard while putting her lips to the cup but only letting the liquid touch her lips, not ingesting anymore at the moment. He seemed to be thinking things over for a long time before he finally gave a cold seeming smile and said she would have to start the fire herself. Ah, perhaps he had figured her out. If he had, he didn’t seem mad.

Faris shrugged and then shook her head when he offered her food, reaching up and patting his shoulder. ”Nah, my French debonair. This petit lapin is going back to her sad excuse for a cabin. It was a good idea though wasn’t it? A fire just to tick a god off? Ha! It’s sounds mad but that’s the fun in it,” she smirked, knowing just a little French from her homeschooling. Not enough to mention ever but enough to just play around. ”Enjoy your… boar though. And perhaps we shall have a flame between us some other night. Cheers!” she said, raising her glass to him as she took a step backwards and turned around, heading back to the Ares Cabin. Well, she’d had a little fun. Not as much as she’d hoped, but a little anyway. And she’d gotten a feel for the camp. Everyone was scared shitless to piss off a god. Well. That just wouldn’t work for her.