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holydov-e‌:

“I’m not sure what exactly did you lose, but the chances of a young Hermes kid having taken it are pretty big.” Angela said, as she walked by the Apollo cabin. “What is it? Maybe I can help you look for it. Unless it’s something more metaphorical, like, a sense of direction.” 

Alex never did like the Hermes kids' thiefing habits. "Oh no I'm actually much better at metaphorically finding my way than I am at finding actual lost objects. I wish I needed help with that." He said as his arms dropped at his sides. He walked over to the girl. "I lost my violin. I think." He realised that it could also be in quiver form at the moment, magic items made this whole situation that much more complicated. "See, the thing is-" He pressed the black knob at the end of the violin bow and it turned into an archery bow. "the violin also functions as quiver so maybe I've been looking for the wrong object. Though I haven't seen a quiver with the marking of mine in my cabin, a musical note that is." He shook his head, realising he was muttering to himself on the last bit. "Sorry, I think I've lost my violin, but it might also look like a quiver at the moment." He sighed.

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“Do you mind?”

Darius wasn’t a fan of disruption and loud noises, not anything of the sort. He himself was quiet the introvert, and if he wouldn’t do something, it seemed simple logic that neither should anyone else. And, Darius definitely wouldn’t have stood at the front of his own cabin and screamed to the heavens for a lost object. He’d create a flow chart based on the linear events of his day, and how each affected one another, paying careful mind to tangible objects.

He wasn’t hanging around the Apollo cabin, nor did he plan to. He was heading home from the Arena, intending to shower the sweat off of him, when he passed by and was accosted by the loud proclamation. “If you’re really that convinced that the Gods will help you, a silent prayer might do just as well. What exactly are you looking for?

Alex suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. As if Darius was never frustrated. "See I've noticed that yelling at things works best, if I hasn't yelled, you wouldn't have noticed that I needed help. Silent prayer only gets you so far." He was angry at his brain for not remembering where he'd left the instrument and almost took that out on the other. Almost. "My violin." He gestured around with his bow. "I've looked practically everywhere yet it's nowhere to be found and I really want to try out these notes I've written down." He occasionally got music stuck in his head, he wouldn't call it proper composing since he'd never actually finished a piece but he had a notebook with a variety of scribbled bars.

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        Zeke chuckled, and the sound make a few ‘miscellaneous items’ fall off their precarious spot on his stomach. While yes, they were siblings, and by nature siblings saw far too much about each other than should be morally preferred; buried neck deep in hurricane camp store wasn’t where he wanted to go. Especially consider his half-brother probably hadn’t sought out the camp store with performing CPR in mind. He took the outstretched hand, however his pride was left on the floor.         “ Last stand of Athens, last stand of my dignity—- yeah, i think the metaphors check out. “          Now that he was standing and he got a birds eye view of the mess he could really see the ‘war torn’ vibes.              “ Thank you, by the way. I need all the back up i can get from —— “ He toes an item of the floor that was an unsuspecting victim in the terror of Zeke Hernandez,     “ —— mars bars. “ 

"Your secret is safe with me Zeke, nobody will learn about this vicious battle." He laughed and placed the book on the now empty shelf. "Of course, I've got your back. Are you doing okay, physically speaking?" He said as he turned back to Ezekiel and the mess. He'd forgotten why he went here in the first place, though that was not an unusual phenomenon for Alex. He was going to help clean up the mess, maybe he'd remember as he did that.

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                    i’ll never forget

                                their faces

                          i still see them 

                                     every night

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you know with apollo being the god of prophecy do you think his kids sometimes get like little prophetic moments? not like full on “i can see the future” but ‘hey see that guy right there? i bet you $40 hes gonna fall in a minute’

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Alexander Hayes, trans male, 18, son of Apollo

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His mother was a medical doctor who got Apollo’s attention because of her passion for her job. The two fell in love and after a while Alexander came to be, albeit under a different name when he was born. Alex figured out that he wasn’t a girl when he was 14. He has been on testosterone a little over a year as of now. He first got the suspicion that he wasn’t exactly normal when he started noticing that one of his teachers had glowing eyes and teeth that were just a bit too pointy to be human. When he asked his mother about any medical conditions that could explain those symptoms she tried to play it off by telling Alex that he must’ve seen it wrong. This didn’t stop him from noticing odd things about the teacher in question and soon he also started seeing weird things about strangers in the street. He learned the truth about what he was when he saw the teacher with the glowing eyes shift into something he couldn’t explain other than by calling it a monster. It’d been the last day of school for that year and almost all the other students had already left. Alex had forgotten something in one of the classrooms, as luck would have it, this room happened to be the same one as the one in which the monster and a fellow demigod were in. The whole situation got even weirder when another student suddenly came racing in and like some sort of ninja kicked the monster in its face, after which the Satyr dragged the two halfbloods out of school and to safety. The three eventually lost the monster, after which Alex got the brief summary of the fact that the Greek Gods were real and that his dad was one of them. That summer was the first year that he went to Camp Half Blood and strangely enough he felt right at home the moment he stepped foot in the place. Even though he knew that there was no way his mom would’ve approved of him wielding weapons at age 12. He got claimed in his first year after discovering his healing powers when during a particularly intense game of capture the flag, one of his team mates fell and got badly injured. He’d rushed towards them and placed his hands on the wounds to stop the bleeding. A soft glow had appeared around his hands, spreading to the injury and slowly the wound started closing on its own. Alex was even more shocked when Apollo’s sign appeared above his head. For the first years, Alex would only go to camp during the summer but after four years he found himself thinking about going to camp year-round more and more. On top of that, there had been a noticiable increase in monsters trying to eat him, which was a rather unenjoyable fact. This led to him and his mother deciding that it would be good for Alex to stay at camp full-time. This was after the infamous battle of Manhattan, in which the Apollo cabin, and the rest of camp suffered many losses and Alex couldn't see himself being anywhere else than at camp after those events. They'd all been through that together and that battle had changed him, he couldn't really imagine going about his life pretending to be a mortal, pretending that the world as he knew it hadn't almost ended that summer. His mother supported his choice. Alex was 16 at the time and has been living at camp as a year-round camper for two years now, though occasionally he does leave camp to visit his mother and the two try to keep in touch through writing letters.

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Alexander hated losing things, and after spending a good half hour retracing his steps, that is the conclusion he unfortunately had to draw. He'd lost his violin. He still had his bow, but it was rather hard to play violin without, you know, the actual instrument. So, here he was, bow in his hand, having combed through the entirety of cabin 7 but still not having located his instrument. He stepped outside, checking the porch area and let out an exasperated scream. "Where in the name of the Gods is it?!" 

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He looked up from the book he had been reading, not that much reading had happened, the arguing was super distracting and on top of that Alex had both ADHD and dyslexia. He closed the book and turned to Adam. "Yeah, not sure why but I'd rather not go in there at the moment. I think I'd end up a dolphin with Mr. D in the mood that he seems to be in right now." He would rather not be a marine animal. "What about you?"

Adam had been sitting outside of the Big House for almost an hour, hearing brief conversations and arguments from both Mr. D and Chiron.  Being the ‘not great at conflict’ person that he was, he stayed put.  Chiron had called him over there, probably to help repair something, but he had yet to figure out what it was, because he was too busy waiting.  Glancing over at the other waiting demigod, he gave them a little smile.  “Chiron call you too, or…?” he trailed off, amidst the shouting.

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Alex froze in the door opening, trying to piece together the scene in front of him. There was his half-brother, flat on the floor, covered and surrounded by items in various states of integrity. "Please tell me this isn't how you died, that'd be a really awkward death." He'd already seen Zeke breathing and none of the limbs he could see were in unnatural positions, so Alex wasn't too worried about him. He was, however, interested in finding out what on earth had happened. "He died, valiantly fighting-" He walked towards Zeke, picking up the first item from the pile he could reach. "-a detailed history of the Peloponnesian Wars. Quite heroic really." He grinned and stretched out his hand to help Zeke up. 

             Ezekiel Hernandez was not a product of the god of order. In fact, he’s not even sure if there is a god delegated specifically to keeping things tidy because, no offence dad & extended family, but Olympus is constantly in disarray. Family issues aside, zeke believes that some of that good ole fashioned greek disaster-ness translated directly into his dna, and while he looks into the storage closest for the camp store, he can’t help but let a little pessimism slide into his thoughts. He’d volunteered at the camp store to be nice, and possibly to get his mind off some very pertinent & confusing current issues but being delegated the impossible role of organizing the storage shed felt like a punishment rather than a reward. If he didn’t physically lose himself in here, then maybe he’d just lose his mind. 

           Regardless, he’d signed up for this, so he pushed back his imaginary sleeves and figured he’d start with the thing collecting so much dust it looked like it belonged in Mr. D’s ‘non-alcoholic liquors cabinet’. It was sticking out and just far up enough that Zeke had to stand on his tippy toes, like it was taunting him. He had one hand on the stack of miscellaneous items on top of the book, and one hand on the book itself, and when he finally gave one great pull, his foot slid slightly and suddenly he was losing his grip. He fell backwards, and due to the fact the gods clearly hated him, so did all the contents of the shelf. He landed on his back, with at least twenty items covering his body from head to foot, and while he didn’t feel any major injuries, he had to wonder if the gods were watching this because their cable was out. 

                          “ Ouch. ” He said simply, and perhaps a bit sarcastically as if to only emphasize his point to the gods. He shuffled and things fell to the floor comically, and Zeke had half a mind to renounce the greek way right then and there. “ Maybe a warning next time, dad ? “ he spoke into the empty air. But then again, nothing about camp half blood was ever empty, and Zeke picked up the sound of feet just before someone entered the storage shack to what must have looked like Zeke throwing a one man rave. 

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