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The San Francisco bay was chilly, a salty wind mixing with the industry of a large city. Standing at the door to the barracks, taking in the morning was Seventeen-year-old Aurelius Hale. The Praetor breathing deeply inwards and then out, a soft smile on his face. It would be the last time he would awaken this way for some time, his last day with his men. With a sigh, Relus, as he preferred to be called, brought up a hand and carded through his hair, somewhat styling it but really just making the unkempt sleep tossed strands get even messier. He moved on auto-pilot through his morning routine, showering first and dressing in a rich purple tunic, blue jeans, and a golden cuirass which had a purple cape that fell to just below the knee attached to the back. Finished dressing, the young man left the barracks and began his morning run to Temple Hill.

Running in the morning when the world first began to wake up was one of Relus's favorite things to do. No one but Octavia knew it, but watching as the sky gave way to morning, darkness retreating until dusk came again, and the animals waking up all around the hills. It was magical, and Relus never felt closer to the gods than he did at those moments. He made it up to Temple Hill and knelt at the entrance while he caught his breath, a small prayer of thanks to Victoria before standing and making his way to the Temple of Pluto. As with the Temples Jupiter and Neptune, the Temple to Pluto was large and spacious, with plenty of space to pay respects. Aurelius stopped at the entrance and removed his shoes before entering and went to bow before the main statue. "Mighty Pluto, as I have done every morning of my time in Camp Jupiter I come to honor and thank you for your blessing and the honor of being chosen by you. I leave today for Camp Half-Blood where I doubt I will find a temple to your name. As such, I request once more that if you feel I should remain to let me know now. My love for Octavia is strong but I am yours to command in the end."

All was quiet for the ensuing fifteen minutes of prayer, and with a nod, Relus bowed his way out of the Temple and then made his way to another temple, smaller and out of the way the inscribed sigil above the entranceway was a wheel spoke. The Temple of Nemesis was entered as if Aurelius was entering his own home, the young demi-god comfortable and at peace. "Mother, I'm home." He said with a chuckle. He moved to the statue and bowed his head. "At least I'll be near you Mother. I have to say I'm a bit anxious but also excited to see Octavia again. I also have to break it to the Legion somehow. I pray you'll be with me when I do, I will need the support, even if it's a brief murmur. I love you, and I will see you on the other side of the country huh?" He smirked and tossed his now dried hair and stepped up to the statue, placing his hand on Nemesis's shin before he headed out and began running back to the barracks.

Instead of a sleeping camp though, this time as he neared the barracks activity was all around as campers woke up and began their own morning routines. The garrison on the Praetorian Gate was reinforced and Relus was offered a very brief challenge. Before, the guards would just open if they saw him or Octavia until Relus chewed them out for laziness. Everyone, even the gods themselves were expected to state their identity, it was the one big rule that no one really followed. It had taken years to finally get this practice down but Relus could smile as he gave his salute and held his Imperial Gold sword up into the air as was his signal. The gates opened slowly, and Relus replaced his sword just as he jogged in, instantly met by the Legion's quartermaster. "Ah, no Levinius. All those reports go to Quincy now." Relus gave a 'you should know that' look to the quartermaster who blinked and at least had the decency to look quite alarmed.

"Oh! Jupiter's apologies Praetor, I am just so used to you taking the morning report after your run. I will head off to find Quincy." The boy muttered his words and backed off, moving along and leaving Relus to sigh and shake his head again. This was going to be a long day...

And a long day it was, full of drill and wargames on the Field of Mars. Relus stood in the observation area with his chosen replacement, Quincy, a seasoned and strong Centurion. "Now, you see how the groups are off there, annnnd there." Relus points to two different Cohorts. "We have to make sure that that movement is uniform across the board. They'll try and get away with anything small, your job is to catch it and make them do it until it's right five times in a row. If you need help, MacArthur has your number, and Lupa I'm sure wouldn't mind addressing any trouble-makers. But honestly, I don't think we'll have any problems." The Centurion, Quincy nodded and placed his hands behind his back, helmet still tucked firmly in the nook of his arm.

"I agree with you Praetor Hale, I should have no issues with this task and I will send what troops we can spare from this assignment to assist on one of the fronts." Relus nods and observes one more time.

"Alright, call them in for a briefing. My plane leaves in exactly two hours, it is time for me to take my leave. Jupiter guide your mind Centurion." The other boy gives a brisk salute and then heads up to prepare the camp to be addressed.

It was perhaps some twenty minutes later that the camp was prepared and an aide came back to retrieve Relus, put him on the wings of the stage, and then whispered into his mic. "In position."

"And now, your Praetor would like a word with you all!" At the introduction, Aurelius took a deep breath and began moving forward until he was standing before the Legion who were standing in perfect formations, all at attention. Relus took the microphone and placed his left hand behind his back while he stops.

"Legion, dimitto. Please, relax I stand before you today not only as one of your Praetors but also a friend and fellow Camper. Today, after this assembly I will be making my way into the city and boarding a plane for New York and then to Camp Half-Blood." He paused as whispering broke out and nodded a few times. "I'm aware this may take some of you off guard but it is what I feel needs to be done. I will be looking to promote more cooperation and chances to grow stronger together with the Greeks. We all have things we can learn from the other, and it is the hope that with mutual understanding Romans and Greeks can even potentially begin quests together. While I am away, Centurion Quintus Aurion will be in command. I will miss every single one of you, you're the best Legionnaires I could ask to serve with, and I go to try and make things better for you. Until I return. Aureole Validas! Stand strong, be perfect." Aurelius finished speaking and bowed his head forward and then headed off the stage where a deafening clapping could be heard.

Such a response invigorated Relus who passed over the torch formally to Quincy and then headed for the tunnel where a car was waiting to take him to the city. The last few steps within the tunnel caused Relus to look back, eyes taking in the sights and sounds once more, breathing in the air as dusk slowly began to retake the territory it lost in the morning. A soft smile was on his face as he got into the car, things would be alright. He managed to once again refrain from texting Octavia, deciding to instead truly surprise her when he showed up. He looked to the drive and gave a nod, he was ready...

The blinking of a damaged sign reading 'No Board' is what captivated Relus's attention. When not on duty and in a crowded location, such as a bustling airport with hundreds of potential flyers, Aurelius liked to lose track of the world for a little bit and just relax. A stark contrast to the constant head-turning, crowd checks, and contingency plans when he was responsible for a host of other Legionnaires. With a soft yawn, Relus stood and gave a stretch and smoothed his hair on its left side above the ear. He was a mix of bored, frustrated, and relaxed and all of them were his least favorite emotions more or less. He made his way to his gate and plastered a fake smile onto his face as he greeted the ticket collector who blushed and looked down as she checked his ticket and then gave a wink when she noticed he was in first class. Briefly, Aurelius considered flirting back but the fact that he was even taking this trip to get back to Octavia kept his usual playful personality in check.

Truth be told, Relus was lucky he had been allowed first-class. He usually kept things simple, off the grid, but he had managed to get the tickets cheap and so here Relus was, settling into his seat and smirking softly as he brought out his laptop and typed in a coded phrase into a chatbox, 'Passing Herod.' There was a moment of quiet before a gentle ding informing of a message and Kairo glanced down to see a response fly across his screen. 'Welcome Praetor, password accepted.' Relus smirked again and closed the laptop lid before breathing out a sigh and closing his eyes, head leaning back. When he opened them next he found that the trip was already halfway over and that it was pitch-black outside. With a large stretch and a stifled yawn, Relus took stock of his surroundings and decided to stretch his legs and use the little demi-god's room. As he was passing by other sleeping first-class fliers he took note of the time and chuckled a bit, he must have been more tired than he had thought. It didn't really matter, the trip was going to be spent doing nothing anyway so catching up on missed sleep was a blessing really but still, Aurelius didn't like succumbing to any weakness and the need for sleep was one of those.

In the end, however, after taking care of other mortal needs such as the bathroom, Relus returned to his seat and once again passed out and didn't wake again until he felt hands gently shaking him. Coming out of his sleep he froze, muscles tensing and eyes dilating as a rush of adrenaline ran through him until he managed to gain control. He had to relax each muscle slowly and let himself wake before opening his eyes and forcing a smile when he noticed the same attractive blonde attendant hovering over him. She seemed hesitant and apologetic for startling him but Relus just poured on the charm and made sure to ease the situation so as to not make a scene. He also quietly cursed his exhaustion and for not waking earlier. He could just hear his old instructor in his head. 'Don't you DARE ever lose focus, at any time!' With a sigh, he gathered his belongings and after the plane touched down and began taxiing to an available gate, Aurelius opened his laptop and opened his e-mail, double-checking his directions to Camp Half-Blood. With the address memorized, Relus disembarked into the nightlife of New York City and managed to catch a taxi right away.

The City was impressive, Relus would give it that. The amount of activity during the night was quite insane and as the taxi left the big skyscrapers, and bumper-to-bumper traffic behind for a bit more green Aurelius was actually glad for the change of scenery. Eventually, the taxi made it to the destination, a small farm-house and Aurelius paid the driver and muttered his thanks before making sure he had everything. The most important being his Onyx Ring, and Golden Coin. The two blades were Aurelius's pride and joy, and if anything happened to them he would be quite saddened. He walked around the house and spotted the trail easily, adjusting his bags and moving forward. It was a well-traveled path actually, and not hard to follow at all, and Relus made good timing to get to the boundary.

As he entered into the camp proper he noticed that he was morning, and not wanting to miss any of the fun he placed his gear into his cabin and then went about gearing himself up in Greek gear. He spent the entire day messing with and following Octavia around. Sure it was a bit creeper, but he had just flown across the entire country to get back to her, he deserved a biiiiit more for his big reveal. He watched proudly as she performed in the obstacle course, stood against her brother, and then headed for healing. He also chuckled at how quickly he left said Healers and as she headed for the Ares house, Relus figured it was time to say hello. He headed up the stairs and knocked a few times, removing the Greek helmet and tossing his hair out a bit.

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After making sure that everyone was alright, Arthur promptly said goodbye to everyone in the infirmary before taking his leave. He had no destination in mind at the moment, letting himself wander wherever his feet would take him while deep in thought. The matter with Erin certainly put a lot of them on edge, even someone as perpetually calm as Arthur. But if there's one thing he had learned in all his years at camp... it's that all the gods were unpredictable.

As if to prove that point, Arthur suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice in his head. He was familiar with these "glimpses" like the one he's having right now. It was sort of a way his mom would communicate with him whenever she wanted to talk to him privately. "She did say she never liked using Iris messages because she felt like Iris was eavesdropping on everyone using her messaging service." Arthur thought.

The fact that it was an unfamiliar female voice he was hearing and not his mother's struck the son of Selene as odd. Although it didn't take him long to figure out that this was the message his mom wanted him to hear. Focusing on the voice, he discovered that the girl was... singing? And it was quite a familiar song too. Stopping at a nearby bench, Arthur took a seat before quietly contemplating the situation. The way she sung felt like it was a cry for help rather than someone singing just for the sake of it. Since he was legacy of one of the muses, he could easily tell what emotion people are feeling as they played any musical instrument or sung any song.

After the girl seemed to have finished singing her heart out, Arthur heard her talking in an emotional tone but it felt like she wasn't talking to someone but rather something. And since his mother was showing him this, he could imagine that the girl was voicing her frustrations to the moon.

He doesn't know what trouble the mysterious girl was in, but he could deduce a few things from this situation, at the very least.

First and foremost, he was certain that she was a demigod. His mother isn't really interested in the affairs of mortals ever since she relinquished her duties to Artemis. Secondly, he noticed that the girl had a slight indian accent so the best guess he has is that she's somewhere in India. Third, the fact that his mom showed interest in her meant that she must be his sister... or somewhere along those lines. And lastly, she needed help in escaping whatever predicament she was in and the best way to help her as well as ensure her safety was to bring her back to camp.

With a sense of urgency in his step, Arthur made his way to the Big House. As much as he wanted to start searching for the girl who could potentially be his sister, he knew that Mr. D was responsible for everything related to demigod search-and-rescue operations... including who gets sent to retrieve them. After getting inside the imposing structure, the son of Selene made his way towards the wine god's office. Placing three well-placed knocks, he first asked permission to enter before daring to venture in.

"Hello, Mr. D? It's Arthur. Arthur Keller. May I please enter your office? I have something important to tell you." Arthur said in a calm and confident tone from outside Dionysus' door.

"Yes, yes- come in Mr. Archer."

Waving his hand in a dismissive manner, not particularly caring as to who was on the other side of the door; Dionysus' attention was instead focused on the files lain out on the desk in front of him. His features worn, showing even the smallest amount of his actual age the longer he held a frown. A crease plastered between his brows. Take this serious... that was the great advice that Chiron had given him. Blasted brother- if the centaur wanted the decision to be made seriously, then why in Olympus hadn't he just done the blasted job himself..?

His frown deepening as the door opened, revealing the child who had come to seek him out, he once again lifted his hand. This time motioning for him to hurry up, "Come on; hurry up. What is it, Mr. Ardel..? I don't have all day..."

After getting the go ahead from the Camp Director, Arthur promptly entered Mr. D's office, stood in front of him, and gave him a respectful bow. Afterwards, he began relaying the information he received from his mother.

"Sir, I wish to inform you if a possible Demigod that needs rescuing. The details my mother gave me were quite vague. All I know is that she's somewhere in India, she needs immediate rescuing... And she could possibly be my half-sister. Please, I'm asking you to send a party to bring her back here." The dark-haired boy said while trying to maintain his calm demeanor. All he could hope was that he managed to convey the urgency of the matter to Mr. D properly. Hearing how much the wine god got his name wrong was a small price to pay for his possible half-sister's salvation.

"..yes Mr. Arend; I am already well aware of the little blighter that needs to be collected." His dark gaze lifting from the files he had been looking over, Dionysus took a few moments to simply stare at the child standing in front of him before he began to move. Hands resting on the desk, pressing into it, he stood himself up to his rightful height. Picking up a memo that he'd received from Olympus sometime between the the commotion at the obstacle tower, and him having returned to his office, "However, you are mistaken. The child is not in India, they are in Atlanta, Georgia. Though why your mother is butting into the affairs of another's child is beyond me..."

Arthur wasn't really all that surprised when Mr. D told him he was already aware of the situation. They tend to do so much stuff that inconvenience others at the very least that people tend to forget that entities like the god of wine/Diet Coke extremely powerful beings with abilities beyond human comprehension.

What surprised Arthur, however, were the little details that he acquired from what little the camp director said. First of all, it seems that the mystery girl is in Atlanta, Georgia instead of India. That certainly makes this rescue mission a lot less complicated. It also means that they could get to her faster. The next thing that Dionysus said, however, instilled mixed feelings within Arthur.

"Mom is interested in another's child... So that means she isn't my sister?"

A pang of guilt spread in Arthur's chest at the same as relief came flooding in. He was glad that his mum still remained faithful to his dad to this day but it didn't mean that he didn't want the mysterious girl to be family... Besides, as Mr. D had expressed, it would be strange for his mother to put so much attention and interest over someone who isn't her daughter... Unless.

"Sir... If she isn't my sister then she could have been chosen as a Legacy by my mother. That's the only other explanation I could think of at the moment."

"..where in Olympus did you get Indian..?" His frown becoming more defined, Dionysus made his round his desk. His arms crossing over the front of his chest as he perched himself back and on the edge of it. His dark eyes baring down on the demigod standing in front of him, "From information given to me, the girl is Russian."

Arthur raised his brow when he heard the discrepancy between the information Dionysus had given him. It made sense now that they were having so many conflicting pieces of information when he thought about it. After having been all over the world due to his family's lifestyle, he was certain he could tell apart a Russian accent from an Indian accent and he was now more certain that they are looking at two completely different truths.

"The only explanation I have right now, sir, is that the demigod you have described to me and the one I told you about in turn are two completely different people. I am more than confident that the voice my mother made me hear in my head was that of a young woman of Indian descent. So I think we're looking at two separate search-and-rescue operations, Mr. D."

Family or not, there was a reason his mom showed him that glimpse and he needed to convince Mr.D that what he was saying was true.

"..two... of course there's fucking two of them..." Letting out a heavy sigh, Dionysus closed his eyes. One hand raising from where it had been as he rubbed wearily at his features.

The silence hanging between them, heavy, for a few moments longer, Dionysus eventually turned his gaze back to the young man standing in front of him, "..you wouldn't be interested in going, would you..? No, of course you wouldn't. Why would running this pathetic camp be as simple as that..."

Arthur was about to correct Mr. D when the camp director assumed he wouldn't be imterested in joining the rescue party but ultimately decided against it. For starters, it was risky enough as it is to attempt correcting the temperamental wine god. More importantly, however, he was putting his faith on Dionysus to pick the right people for the rescue teams.

"I have a... Prior engagement, Mr. D, so I can't personally come. However, I can drop them off in one of the hotels in India I've been to in the past using Shadow Travel." Arthur suggested enthusiastically.

"Prior engagement. Right." The laugh passing into the air more like a scoff, Dionysus pushed away from his desk. If he hadn't heard a more useless excuse in all his existence. What prior engagement would any of the little shits he was charged with possibly have..? All they did was laze about, mess around and take advantage of the lackadaisical rules that were set in place. He'd never admit it out loud to anyone, but it made him rather proud. They were kids after his own heart, and really, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Moving over to the large filing cabinet behind his desk; and after pulling it open, simply plucked five files out at random. Dionysus' dark eyes taking a moment to glance the names listed before he slipped one back into the cabinet. Replacing it with another, he made his way back to sit in his chair, reaching to pull the mic for the camps speaker system closer to him, "If the group I send wishes for your help, then so be it. It's up to them."

Laying the files out with the other five he'd already chosen, again, at random, Dionysus held his hand up as a sign for the boy to remain quiet as he flicked the switch and spoke into the mic. His voice ringing out through the whole of the camp, "Alright you lazy blighters. I want to see the following demigods in my office: Kyrin Nahng, Vivian Lucasta, Elias Schneider, Greyson Davies, Anzu Ito, Levina Engracia, Dorian Underwood, Zane Blacklight, and Michael Stevenson. I also want to see Sawyer Lockwood. Now. Might be an immortal, but I'm not going to waste my existance waiting on you lot."

Dorian sat on the edge of his bed still not having bothered to unpack after his conversation with Erin. He still had a few things scattered on his bed. He had really just been lost in thought and worry for the others.

The sound of the of the camp's intercom jerked him out of his mind and into the real world. "Alright you lazy blighters. I want to see the following demigods in my office: Kyrin Nahng, Vivian Lucasta, Elias Schneider, Greyson Davies, Anzu Ito, Levina Engracia, Dorian Underwood, Zane Blacklight, and Michael Stevenson. I also want to see Sawyer Lockwood. Now. Might be an immortal, but I'm not going to waste my existence waiting on you lot."

What would Mr. D want with him? It wasn't until he called on the Satyr Sawyer that Dorian came to the realization that he was being sent on a quest, but not just any quest. The beginning of summer typically brought many new claimed demigods to the camp. Some who unfortunately had to run away from monsters who suddenly uprooted their lives. But why were so many campers going this time? He was sure he'd find the answers to his questions in Mr. D's office.

Dorian stretched before hopping off the bed. He walked towards the door and reached for the knob before pausing. He wanted to shadow travel, but he remembered Mr. D's warning from the last time he made an impromptu travel to his office about how he'd turn the water inside his body into Diet Coke if he ever did it again. He shuddered at having to remember the thought. He decided against shadow traveling outside the Big House since the last time he did Erin ran straight into him. Walking it was. What a drag. He finally opened the door and headed straight down the stairs to leave his cabin.

He didn't remember the walk ever being this long before. Did they add more cabins since the last time he was here?

Lukas began to restack the i-pads in his arms when he heard the announcement. His eyes nearly bugged out when he heard one particular name and he smiled politely to Mikhael and Elias. ”Ah, uh. Pardon me, sorry I couldn’t help you more Elias! Feel free to look around, BYE!” He then rushed into his office, placed the i-pads down, ran back out and put a Healer in charge while he was gone and then -sprinted- out of the Infirmary full tilt.

What did Mr. D want with Dorian? A quest? Maybe escorting a new half-blood? Maybe it was the ‘big one’ that kept being discussed or the one he had been warned about for medical supplies. Regardless, it didn’t matter, Lukas just had to make sure he saw Dorian before he went into the big house. Immediately Lukas wanted to try an intercept-course based on the distance between the Thanatos cabin and the Big House but then he remembered that Dorian was actually quite talented at Shadow Travel and would probably just head over.

This caused the Son of Apollo to flounder like a fish out of water as he rapidly changed direction and almost ran over a Satyr. ”Sorry!” Lukas yelled out as he headed for the Big House. There was no logic to why he was sprinting so fast or really why to meet Dorian before Mr. D did, but something was telling him that he needed to go and talk with the Child of Death who happened to be the only person in Camp that could truly make his heart do back-flips. Sure there were a few other crushes but Dorian was different, if only Lukas could get up the self-confidence to actually TELL the dark-haired boy how he felt.

Finally, Lukas made it to the Big House and stood panting like a racehorse after pulling the Chariots and looking very un-Lukas like.

Dorian arrived at his destination to see someone he hadn't seen for almost a full year. Lukas, the Golden Boy, Cresswell. But he wasn't looking so golden at the moment. He looked like he just had the race of his life and one he wasn't entirely prepared for. But Dorian wondered what he was doing there. He went over the names called over the intercom and Lukas wasn't one of them.

He walked over to his panting friend and eyed him curiously with a hint of concern. "Hey, Luke. You okay? What're you doing panting outside the Big House?"

With head turning from left to right Lukas attempted to see where Dorian was coming from and both eyebrows raised as Dorian came walking up from the main path and the blonde sighed, eyes now rolling. ”Of course this time you decide to walk like a regular demi-god.” He shook his head, and then giggled. ”Oh right, uh… I heard your name being listed for a quest and I was just… Well, it sounds weird but I just felt like I should see you, that you might need me? It was weird?” Lukas realized that he sounded a bit insane, and perhaps he really was, but he shrugged and looked up at the house.

”I got a warning note to prepare for a large quest and Zane, Kalinda, and a few others are getting supplies for it. But I thought that one had already been prepped. Is this one a new one?” It was probable that Dorian had absolutely no idea, but once again Lukas could only speak on his instinct and gut feeling that he should be right here, right now. ”Oh… And it’s really good to see you, I missed you over the break. It was said matter-of-factly but Lukas couldn’t help the soft tint of pink that flared into his cheeks and so the Son of Apollo looked down to try and hide it.

Dorian laughed at Lukas's joke about walking like a normal demigod and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. It was weird for him too. At least within the borders of camp. "It's not weird. It could just be your Apolloan instincts." He said with a smile, but his smile faded at the mention of a large quest. If it was for something that he had already been made aware of it was likely Erin's quest. He felt a sudden pain in his chest where he was sure his heart was. "I missed you too. The real world just doesn't feel right without my two best friends. Speaking off…" He looked down anxiously before looking back up. Bringing up Erin's quest was painful for him, but it was something he had to face. "The quest you're thinking of may be Erin's. She's going to Rome to search for Aphrodite's dove. Which she's been accused of stealing."

The mix of emotions that ran across his face was rapid and sudden. Surprise, shock, disbelief, sorrow, determination, frustration. It was all there for at least a second before Lukas just shook his head and peered at the boy in front of him. ”Erin… Steal, but why would they think…” He sighs and just shakes his head. ”I have to find her too before she leaves but Dorian are you?” There was a bit of hesitation as he sensed the pain when the dark-haired boy had to talk about the quest. So instead, something came over the blonde and he pulled Dorian into a hug and squeezed tightly. “We’ll get through this.” His brain then caught up with his thoughtless action and his pink cheeks turned a much darker shade of pink. ”Er… Sorry.” He coughed and took a step back that may not have helped depending on how much of an invasion the hug was perceived as.

Dorian was caught off guard by Lukas' hug but it was honestly much needed. It was similar yet different to the hug he received from Erin, but with that one he had to be the strong one and comfort his friend who was facing a nightmarish fate while breaking the news to him that he couldn't be there to help her. But here he was the one being comforted. His best friend and his new brother were going on a quest where someone's soul could be taken. Quests were already dangerous enough with monsters attacking them everywhere they went, but taken souls weren't so easily turned and he hoped so badly that nothing would happen to them. Any of them. But once Lukas hugged him for a moment he forgot all about his fears. In that moment there were no doomed futures, his friends were safe and they were home. He was home.

Reality resumed when Lukas let go and stepped back. "No, it's okay. I… I actually really needed that. Thank you. I'm okay as I can be I guess. It's hard. I'm worried crazy about her and them, but I have to be strong, you know? Because if I'm not how can I expect her to be? But maybe this new quest for Mr. D will help me get my minds off things." Dorian realized he was starting to ramble and stopped himself. Was Spencer rubbing off on him already?

Lukas brightened when Dorian seemed to accept the hug and not pull away and Lukas made sure to fight down the butterflies that seemed to appear out of nowhere. ”Er, glad I could help. But Dorian, that means you’re going on a quest as well? How am I supposed to keep you company with Erin gone if you go off and leave me too eh?” His tone turned playful but Dorian knew him enough to know that Lukas was quite concerned. ”I mean, I guess these are some large groups so that’s good, but then again the more of you out there the more monsters migh…” He trailed off and then just hugged Dorian again. ”Ok, you go and get briefed. Come by my cabin when you’re done, I have something I have to tell you before you go, ok?”

Dorian was starting to feel how Erin felt when she had to leave him behind. Lukas was concerned for his safety on the quest and for his emotional well-being. It showed in his words and his hugs and he appreciated him a lot for it.

"Okay, actually I'll stop by after I finish re-packing. That way I'm ready when they need me." He then turned to face the Big House, "Here goes nothing." walking forward into an uncertain future, but as he did so he started to wonder what Lukas had to tell him so urgently that he had to run all the way here for.

With a deep swallow, Lukas could only nod his head dumbly as Dorian mentioned coming after re-packing. He had a few questions about that but decided now wasn’t the time. He stood silently as the Son of Thanatos headed to the Big House door and Lukas took a deep breath inward. Now he only had to figure out how to tell his best friend that he not only liked him, but like, liked him. Groaning, the teen backed up a few steps, turned, and ran off to his cabin, music would help.

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Jamie shifted to lay a hand on the horses neck, keeping her calm as Alina approached, taking one of the bones. "Nah, not a god send. I'm just good at getting into places I shouldn't." She said with amusement, "And sure, I always appreciate help with any heist. I'm sure Tyler would have some opinions on it- and probably be annoyed he didn't think of it first." Jamie said with a laugh.

It was good to be home- and more, it was good to be with people that understand. Jamie always felt a little out of place in the outside world, but here... well, things were different. Oh, Jamie was still an oddity, but they were an oddity in amongst other oddities.

"You don't owe me anything- except perhaps bail money if I ever get myself caught." Jamie responded, although Jamie tried to make it clear that they were joking. "It's what we do here, right? Trade things. Don't need to expect anything for doing what I enjoy- stealing things. Besides, you're always good for information."

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Kalinda stopped what she was doing for a moment, knowing she wasn't making things easier. Zane... Viv... She needed to at least make it seem like she was confident in this, that she believes things would be alright. She had to be better then she was, if only for her siblings sake, her patients. Her friends. "Zane." She said softly, turning to face the boy her sister was just about drooling over- although she doubted Zane would know that. "Never underestimate the power medical supplies can have. They might not be able to stop, to get supplies themselves. But beyond that... it will show Erin and whoever goes with her that we aren't going to let them face it alone."

She shifted, reaching out to grab some bandages, rolling them up skillfully and quickly, having spent quite a few hours of her life doing so. "Even if we can't be with them, can't help anymore then just making some supplies for them, it will show that we are on their side. That, as was so eloquently put, this whole thing is bullshit but that if everything goes bad, we won't let the Gods have Erin."

Shoving the bandages none too gently into the pack nearest her, Kalinda had to take a moment to stop the anger rising inside of her. "The Gods are fucking bastards, and we aren't going to let them fuck with one of us and get away with it. So, we make these packs, not just for the hope they will help, but to show that the Gods can't fuck with us and expect us to take it laying down."

Suddenly her anger fizzled as her sister was called to go to Dioynsus, and she turned towards her, the anger replaced by a sudden fear. What was happening now? "Viv... " What could she say though, don't go? "I... "

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He should just leave, before she realised someone was there. He should turn away, and scurry to his room, hide out there... It wasn't the best idea, as one of them- Elias or Octavia herself would find cause to come in there. He started to turn- perhaps he could sneak out the window- when her door opened. It was too late to flee, to get away. Talon gritted his teeth, looking away.

And anger grew anew in his chest, threatening to overwhelm him once more. She could have easily ignored the door. But no, she wanted to draw this out, make it even more of a thing then it was. She wouldn't simply let it be over and down with. His fists clenching once more, finger nails digging painfully into his palms- She didn't even give him a chance to respond, already walking away as if nothing was wrong, as if she was over it.

The jar of salve slipped through his fingers, falling to the floor, as he rather deliberately unclenched his hands. She wanted to be this way, so be it. He had tried, she had taken the first chance to escape she could. He turned, storming towards his bed room and slamming the door shut with enough force it rattled the frame.

He flicked a glance to the snake in its enclosure, and went to check on her, making sure she had all she needed before he turned to his bed, flopping down on it and staring up at the ceiling. He'd been feeling better... he'd been doing better... and now it seemed that those few moments of peace he'd attained from helping Valeria skip rocks, letting her heal him... it was gone and Talon just felt the familiar churning of emotions- anger prominent- within.

Why couldn't she have just let him do what he needed to?

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"Yeah, Kalinda," Zane stopped mid-packing the pack and turned around. Back leaning against the table, "I am sure if it is nothing. But," his tone shifting to being serious. "If it is something important, then you have my word that I will take care of Vivian." Trying to reassure Kalinda, despite being wary about being called by Dionysus. If he, Vivian, and several others were called at once, it made him think what that could mean. Since there is already the situation with Erin and Zane would like things not to get worse. If they can somehow, which he does not want to think about. Also, seeing Kalinda mad at him is a minor motivation for keeping Vivian safe. He just saw how she felt about the gods and does not want that directed at him.

Still, if something else is up, he is not going to shy from it. The demi-gods need to support each other right now, seeing how one of them has been accused by a god for something she clearly did not do. That is the least they can do, and Zane may not be particularly close to Kalinda or Vivian but, he will still look out for them if needed. Zane did not train to be a better fighter to just for himself. He wants to protect people, more so if they are family. Which he is rather glad that none of his siblings were called up. They would be safe at camp, and he would not have to worry. That and he would rather watch only one person at a time if possible. Just easier for him that way.

Slapping the sides of the table with his hands as he stopped leaning against the table and look at Vivian. Not noticing how she was looking at him. "Now Vivian, we should get going. If I know Dionysus is that he does not late campers." Having said that, Zane gave a short wave goodbye to Kalinda and tried to give a reassuring look to Kalinda. "She will be safe, I promise," and then walked out of the infirmary towards the Big House. Though he would look behind to see if Vivian was following him.

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Imogen decided that it would probably be best to leave, before she somehow got roped into something else. She wasn't even entirely sure how she had managed to stumble upon a new camper, and a son of Zeus at that. What weird twists of fate. She still couldn't help but feel guilty dumping him on Chiron, but what was she actually meant to do with him? Most campers that made their way here generally had a Satyr who found them, or were retreived via a quest. Some did make their way here by fates, but Imogen had never had that happen to her. Well, it wasn't her problem now.

Making her way from the training grounds, Imogen turned her thoughts to what had happened. What the fuck was going on? Imogen didn't really like the sounds of what was happening, it was like things were repeating agian. She sighed softly, thoughts turning to Greyson. She had no doubt that he would try to go with Erin, if Erin would have him on the quest. She wondered if she ought to offer some help- but other then encouraging the Peaguses to help out, there wasn't much she could do. Deep in her thoughts, Imogen let her gaze move to the stables.

She hated being left behind, not knowing what was going on. But this wasn't any normal quest- none of them could screw it up. So, she'd do the best she could here. That decided, Imogen went to turn towards the mess hall, and instead found herself crashing into something solid, her body having worked on autopoilet as she walked. Immediately her body reacted. Automatically her hands reached out to try and catch herself. Fucking hell, she really couldn't go a week without falling, crashing into someone or somehow hurting herself. Or all of the above.

[color=0072bc["Shit, I'm sorry!"[/color] She ought to just permanetly ride a pegusi. Then she wouldn't make a fool of herself on a regular bases. Or just stay in the water. Either way, she couldn't hurt herself, or embarrass herself.

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This girl was going to be the death of him. Remus coudn't help the sigh that escaped him as Riley darted off, across the road, seemingly weaving in between cars and ignoring the honks of horns as she did so. Right from the moment he had saved her ass, she was constantly getting herself into more danger. The girl seemed to attract it- and she seemed to not fear anything. Remus winced as she recklassly dashed between two cars- much too close for Remus's comfort. He was going to have to chase after her, to stop her... He was going to... He closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth. She was going to be the death of him. He drew in a deep breath, and cursing Riley under his breath, he watched the cars a few seconds before he followed after her.

He rushed through the lanes, cursing her thoroughly as he did so. This is not a good idea, this is NOT a good idea. AH! Fucking car! At least once I get her to cam-Oh, fuck, truck truck truck! He spun, dashing as fast as he could She's going to make me learn if you can die of fright, I fucking know it. Breathing hard, he dropped down to the ground, waiting for his heart beat to slow. "Fucking crazy bitch!" He managed to get out, causing Riley to let out a laugh as she stood over him, grinning. "You were pretty good there. What was that spin?" she asked cheerily- did nothing cause her fear, did nothing dampen her spirits?

"it was a there's a fucking truck twirl" He said, before sighing again and getting to his feet. "Just because I'm the son of Phobos, doesn't mean I want to be scared shitless all the time" Well, he was scared shitless most of the time anyway, but that wasn't the point. Riley gave another laugh, and smiled again. "It wasn't that bad. Lets go!" Remus shook his head wearily, starting to walk again. What sort of fate was this, one of a few times where he left the camp, and this happens. He supposed it wasn't so bad, but really... didn't she ever think of not risking death? She trotted off ahead slightly, seemingly enjoying the plant life around them- once or twice he was sure that he saw her brush against a plant slightly- leaving it healthier than it had been. She seemed to do it almost as if it was second nature, and hehad to wonder how long she had been using her abilities.

It was no wonder he had found her facing down monsters.

There was a feeling of immense relief wasing over him as they passed the camp boundaries. Home. It was good to be back into the relative safety, and as they moved through the trees, coming out into the grounds of the camp, Remus let himself relax further. "I'll take you to see Chiron... He can see about getting you settled in... " And he could escape, before this girl seriously was the death of him.

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Riley couldn't help but feel... excited. The rush over the road- she had felt exhilerated, and she couldn't help but find the forest, the trees, the flowers struggling so hard to grow as anything but irresistable. To nudge them a little, let them bloom... She sighed happily. She really couldn't understand what Remus was so afraid about- well, she supposed that there was a few things to be afraid off... Shaking her head, She glanced over to Remus as he spoke. He was going to pass her off to someone else? A little perturbed- she had grown somewhat accustomed to his pressence, it was oddly comforting, in a.... well, sibling sort of way. She supposed that in a way, they were cousins... That was a rather disturbing thought. How many cousins- shit, how many siblings did she actually have?

She shifted slightly, the little carrier that held her hedgehog moving as the little creature moved, and she lifted the carrier up, looking through the grate. "Hey, sleepyhead" She said, grinning at Rose. "Looks like we've finally reached this camp. Going to be fun. Look! We made it in one piece too, despite Remus being a worry wort about it!" She shot Remus a grin, and earned a small smile in return. She'd count that as a win. "So, where is this Chiron?"

Remus hesitated, "Possibly the big house... I think it was the tower today, but I can't hear anything, so it must be ov-" He paused as the... annoucement from... was it the Chiron he was talking about? Or someone else? "Something seems to have happened... Well, perhaps you'll meet Dioynsus too." He said, starting to walk again, and Riley followed, a little apprehensive now- as if she was being sent to the Principles office.

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She was such a frigging clutz. Often, though, others weren't around to see her trip, stumble, or crash into things. Of course one of the times she was a fool in front of others, it would be crashing into someone. She really needed to be better, to watch where she was going, to lool- Well, even when she did look, she still fell or stumbled, or hurt herself. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed horse riding or flying with the Pegasus. At least she could stay on their backs, and the chacnes of falling were slim. There were, however, worse people to crash into then Kepano. She didn't want to think about what might have happened if it was one of the Ares kids... or some of the more forward Aphrodite kids. "He should be use to me being hurt- as evident on the walking disaster that I am." She replied, although she found herself confused on his actions- which was a norm with her as well. Walking disaster, clueless and mainly known for being Grey's little sister.

She ought to be use to that, too.

"I... " where was she going? What did she think she could do to help? She had no fucking clue what was going on at the moment, and what she could actually do. "I'm just thinking about what happened, rocked up just as the annoucement was happening... " She said softly, a frown crossing her features once more. "I was thinking about what I could do... and was probably going to migrate to the stables." But really, she had no idea. She was certain that she'd just be in the way if she tried to help. "I-" As Dionysus made what amounted to a second annoucement, she paused. "Another quest?" she bit her lip. He hadn't exactly said it was for a quest, but... Grey was being called- and a part of her couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. Erin's task was against the Gods... if Grey was sent on another quest, it wouldn't be as dangerous.

"Well, uh... Not sure where I'm going, to be honest. Seems like there's a lot going o- " a thought crossed her mind, and she stopped what she was saying, looking back to Kepano, "Wait, were you here for the annoucement at the tower?"

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"Bail money is something I have in spades. Being a daughter of Iris comes with certain benefits. Like having the world's richest piggy bank." She paused for a moment and smiled. "Though I doubt you'll ever actually manage to get caught." She really liked that Jamie was a rather selfless thief. They proved the popular saying there's no honor among thieves every day. "I'll be here whenever you do need information. And I'll stop by the Hermes Cabin first if I'm ever in search of something."