Calling all Demigods! discussion

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Lucas strode into the Ampitheater, eyes scanning the place for any sign of his brothers. This better not be another trick...

Sappho had completely misjudged the time. Her poetry reading was supposed to be right after dinner, not at seven AM.

She sighed and started reading in her lovely svelte voice, gaining confidence from the fact that no one was there.

"Should it matter if it were
that one and one were two?
The earth would not be round,
but smooth and flat and fused
with the darkness all around it
and the burn of every star
with the lilac mist that hangs
seen briefly from afar.

Should it matter if it were
that one and one were two?
Time would not take long
but end shortly, as we do
and sandy shores of sleep
would stretch across the sky forever
the tired Sun would welcome them,
as rest would come back never.

Should it matter if it were
that one and one were two?
The moon would never wane--"

Suddenly the door to the Ampitheater swung closed, and Sappho's voice caught in shock. A figure stood at the end, silhouetted against the bright lights surrounding the stage Sappho was standing on.

"Um..."

Ruby peeked in and said: "May I come in? I was told I could practice cello here..."

Though a child of Ares didn't think much of poetry, Sappho's voice seemed to calm the always agressive-ish air of Lucas. "Keep going, it was good." A faint smiled played on his lips, but he stayed where he was.

Another one! Sappho stiffened completely, frozen in shock like a deer in headlights. "Um... sure..." She hurriedly stuffed the pages in the pockets of her sweatpants and leapt of the stage with remarkable grace, stumbling only a little. She had no time for her clumsiness now. She had to get out of here, and now.

Ruby was shocked but took out her cello. She took out her bow and put it gently on the chords, and played a melody so that Sappho did not leave.

"Oh, Ruby!" Sappho exhaled in relief. "I didn't recognize you..." She swayed slightly, her overtuned Muse's senses completely captured by the sensuality of the cello music.
At the unknown person's compliment, Sappho blushed a wild red. "Um, thanks. I'm not even supposed to be here, just... got my schedule mixed up..."
Through the haze of gorgeous music Sappho remembered her past desire to run away, yet remained standing at the foot of the stage.

"Hey, Sappho. Good to see you. Thought you were at the cabin."

"Ah, I see. And you are...?" Lucas asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Oh. I'm Ruby. By the way, Sappho, that was amazing." Suddenly the chord she played broke. "Oh, shoot! I need to replace it, and I have chords in the cabin. Would you mind accompaning me, Sappho?"

"Sappho," she replied hesitantly. The music's spell waned and was lost, leaving a comfortability deep in Sappho's soul. She felt perfectly content to stay here. "No, I woke up and got here," she said with a shy smile. "Serapis is going to tease me for sure. And who are you?" Sappho asked the person. He looked about sixteen and stood a bit taller than her, with dark hair and eyes. There was a trace of aggresion in his features. Son of Ares. Truth be told, Sappho could remember seeing that face around camp, but she generally tended to stay away from Ares campers.

"Hey, I think I know Serpis..." Lucas trailed off, studying her for a moment. "You must be his sister. I'm Lucas, Son of Ares."

"I can help. I'm a lot older than her."

((What?!))

"Um... yeah. How do you know Serapis?" Sappho asked curiously. "Sure, Ruby. Thanks, yours was too, obviously."

"Excuse me?" Ruby lifted an eyebrow and stared at her.

"I've seen him around camp." Lucas answered with a shrug. "Not too good with battle skills, though."

((What did Ruby mean, Josephine, when she said, "I can help. I'm a lot older than her."?))

Sappho shrugged. "Neither of us are, though he likes the adrenaline more than I." She fingered the page of her unfinished poem, comforting herself.

Lucas nodded, giving Ruby a slightly befuddled glance. "Children of the Muses," he murmured, drumming his fingers awkwardly at his side.

((But where did intimidating Serapis come from? D:))

"Yeah. You're a son of Ares," Sappho pointed out with a small smile. You Tarzan, me Jane.

((ROFL, Whim. I think she meant when Sappho said Serapis would tease her...?))
Lucas rolled his eyes, unamused. "Right." He wasn't too good with being conversational and it showed in his uncertain silence.

Apparently Lucas wasn't one for conversation, either. "So... what are you doing here?" Sappho asked, a hint of sarcasm in her otherwise suave voice. Ares campers could live their whole lives without venturing near the Ampitheater, designated art center.

"I was just about to ask myself the same thing," Lucas's voice was just about a mutter, holding an annoyed edge. "My brothers..." he trailed, shaking his head. "They'll pay for it."

A little crestfallen-- so ths one wasn't interested in the arts, either, Sappho nodded, folding her paper up and slipping it into the pocket of her sweatpants. "Yeah. I hadn't had you figured for a poetry fan," she said with a lazy smile.

Lucas shrugged, glancing at the paper. "Not really, it's okay, I guess. I'm more of an...active person. Your poetry was pretty good."

I'm an active person, too... Just because I don't wack a sword around doesn't mean...
A number of witty retorts came flying through Sappho's head, but she smiled and simply said, "Thanks. I guess that means a lot, coming from an... active person." She mimicked his hesitation perfectly and arched an eyebrow.

Lucas held back a scowl, though he wondered if she was mocking him or not. That's not what I meant. Oh, well.
"Right. So..." It was getting even more awkward, and he probably had nothing in common with her.

"Well. Thankfully, I have to go get a new set of cello strings with my sister, so this awkward conversation doesn't get any worse. Nice talking to you, Lucas." The mockery was done with such a sweet voice and smile that Sappho hardly felt like she'd just insulted someone.
Turning on her heel, Sappho glided to the exit of the Ampitheater after her sister, stumbling only once on the way.

This time Lucas didn't bother to hide the annoyance that boiled his blood, rolling his eyes. "Wonder if Jess is doing anything," he muttered, stalking toward the exit and letting out an angry huff.

Ruby left.

Ajax looked up from the chairs he'd pulled to his side. "Hi," he called out in his rich voice, wiping the sweat from his brow. "New camper, huh? Welcome to camp, Rachelle."
He grinned at her briefly, then gestured around the amphitheater. "Chiron and D want us to get the place ready for the dance. You could start by pulling down the rhetorics posters around the walls."

"You're the name written on the sheet I was given," Ajax said with a raised eyebrow, pointing vaguely to the large handwritten buddy-pairing paper sitting on an abandoned chair. "Rachelle. What cabin are you in?"

"Ajax Gremm," he replied after a minute's hesitation, his Liverpool-born-and-bred accent strained by the act of ripping a firmly budged wooden notice from the wall. Dated 1988. Figures. "Son of Nemesis, since you're probably wondering," he said with an edge of a chuckle in his low voice.

"How so?" Ajax asked, miffed at the laughter. He'd always been touchy about his name and had gone with his middle one as a mortal, though his father had always called him Ajax, after the incredibly strong Greek war hero, second only to Achilles. Needless to say his schoolmates had only found it hilarious.

"Grem... what?" Ajax shook his head in confusion, fingering the spacer in his ear, like he did when he was puzzled. "I guess that's sort of a compliment, then," he murmured, dumping a huge stack of useless posters by the entrance.

((So true. Those Russians xD))

"Ohhhhhkay," Ajax said with a peculiar smile and a nod, brushing his own ink black hair from his face with an impatient hand.

"That's a fact most people need to learn," Ajax remarked drily, dusting his hands off and surveying the posters with distaste.

"I don't treat anyone as a wimp," he said casually, wiping his hands down on the sides of his stovepipe jeans and turning to the empty ampthitheater. "Decorations now," he said with a sigh, and he began decorating the sides of the rising seats with tasteful blue and white tassles. "Bloody hell."

"Is anyone even going to the stupid thing, anyway?" Ajax asked in his careful detached tone. Of course, if Charlotte wanted to...

"I know how to dance," Ajax scoffed. "It's a stupid social event, anyway."

Ajax shook the bow off, catching it as it drifted to the ground. "I don't know," he said, pondering the thought. "I guess I'll go if she wants."

"I'll dance for her," Ajax said softly, straightening a bow absentmindedly. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." He straightened up defiantly.

"I'm not dancing now," Ajax said with an irritated twitch of his brow. "Why aren't you dancing?"

"I'm not dancing," Ajax repeated stubbornly, his lips twitching a bit at the childish reply.

"Who says you're older?" Ajax said with a scowl. "I'm nineteen. What are you, twelve, judging by your ineptitude of conversation?" His mocking voice was darkly amused.

"I'm never mistaken," Ajax said, his tone still blackly charismatic and amused. "I'm quite a good judge of character, you see."
He leaned over Rachelle to fix a banner to its place; white and silken, it hung gracefully against the polished white marble of the amphitheater.

Ajax frowned; he didn't like going into sob stories, especially with people he didn't know well. But it was, after all, a demigod camp and sob stories were inevitable.
"Not a monster?" he asked, pity showing plainly in his face.

Pity.
She was a strong, determined girl, that Ajax could plainly see... undefeating in everything except for that simple matter.
The illnesses of mortals: simple and easily avoidable, yet the destruction they left in their wake was appalling.
Ajax turned, tactfully not saying anything.

((Acadia, it's an amphitheater. xD The stage is the only thing at ground level.))

((I hear ya.))

"I think I'll do that myself, thanks," Ajax retorted with a teasing smile thrown over his shoulder. "Unless, of course, you want to ask her out?"