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"You're the son of Wisdom. You tell me if I'm unwise to not be scared." He says, saunterung around the Son of Athena while cracking his knuckles.

"Well. Knowledge can be pretty freaking scary. I know you've fucked energies up." He ceases in his steps before then looking back over his shoulder with a smirk that then widens into a toothy grin.

"It's just difficult to see you as ferocious here at home. Not when you're on mother hen mode."

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the training grounds were usually filled with demigods, training the day away to be as strong as possible and yet nobody was there today. the big hitters, like calvin and silas, weren't there and atticus didn't have anyone he could study. the son of athena liked to spend his lunch time watching the other godlings so he could better come up with tactical plans in combat.

idly making his way to the center of the battle grounds, atticus held his spear in his hand as he studied a few of the other weapons left behind. he started to waving it around and pretending like he was going to throw it, as if he were in the midst of battle. that was until he heard a familiar voice behind him, dropping the spear and nearly falling on his ass. 

"you sure that's so wise?" atticus couldn't hold back the smile on his face, trying to be playful with the son of artemis. "aren't i ferocious?" 

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"Hrm..." the son of Artemis observed quietly at a distance of a few yards away. In the way Issac seemed to be beating the crap out of a training mannequin, he'd hold off on his approach until the opening occured as he was addressed with the question on the events he planned to participate in.

"Archery and Equestrian are probably the only things I can try my hand at." His brows were still raised after the other had rattled off his own list of events he'd planned on.

"Have you always been this competitive, or is there just some strange spike in sportsmanship that you're wanting to dabble in all of those?"

open location: Training Grounds notes: Olympics Starter~

Hitting something felt good about now.

While Isaac lacked the emotional fortitude to wrap his head around that, he continued to take his frustrations out on the mechanized training mannequin that had been set up for exactly this.

Molten bronze abandoned, Isaac was dressed in the simple toga of the fashion - bothered very little by the standard issue of the fashion, he'd taken to it in stride. The air of antiquity lent itself well to his disposition, the demigod's mind was elsewhere but he was resolved to attune his focus back to the task at hand.

Winning.

Arrogant and dogmatic, Isaac wasn't perfect and his ambition could be felt in the metal of his resolve. Ambrosia flowed through them, so ichor muddled with common mortal blood - but he intended to honor that divinity in the days ahead.

"Pankration, wrestling, discus, chariot racing, freestyle swimming, and the backstroke. What about you?"

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"Howdy stranger." The son of Artemis announced his presence as to not startle the swift demi. No surprise that the bathhouse was already occupied; a part of him wanted to just retreat just to give Axel his privacy but screw it. It'd been a while since he'd gotten to speak with him anyway. May as well enjoy the downtime. He continued forward, adjusting the lavender swim shorts worn.

"Or I guess maybe I'm more the stranger." He admits, just before doing a hand stand and slowly lowering himself backward feet first until he plopped into the bath with a soft splash and a chuckle erupting out of him.

"How goes the evening for you so far for ya?"*

location: olympic grounds - bathhouse time of day: evening

moving sucks.

sure, it was temporary. sure, axel was excited to see what was in store for these games. sure, the son of hermes was looking forward to making new contacts, finding out more information about what the demigods of other pantheons were up to and what they knew about their divine parents... but that didn't change the fact that packing up everything and moving it to another place still felt horrible. it didn't help that he had a lot of personal baggage tied to that ritual.

so maybe he treated himself to trying out this extravagant version of what they had back home. it definitely fit more people and was way more ornate. it was nice enough that axel felt like his boring navy board shorts had him a little underdressed for it. still, he sunk into the heated waters and closed his eyes, letting their warmth soothe his body and his mind. it was enough that he didn't realize that someone from his own camp was coming close by until they made their presence known- if they bothered to.

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"You think so?" He questioned again with a cheeky tone. He sauntered closer towards the older demigod, while slipping his hands into the pockets of his sleeveless hoodie. "A lot of changes going down, yeah. I get that." he says, then craning his head to pop his neck.

"Once upon a time, I wanted the world to know who I was. I came here and felt very much isolated in terms of being able to make meaningful bonds. I got to experience real danger. I got to experience losses of those I didn't even think I cared that deeply for until they weren't around anymore." He sighs, taking a few more steps until he was standing before Jay.

"Then I had a dream and a conversation with myself. Whatever the fuck I was chasing for others approval didn't matter in the long run. It's not about how I can make others happy. It's about how I find happiness within myself." As he speaks, his tone shifts to more serious...yet those big brown honey brown eyes of his soften too considering that the Son of Night before him had been someone he looked up to.

"Sorry if I made you worried. But I think for the first time, I was okay with not being found..."

jesse shrugged, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "could've fooled me." he half joked. "you've been... difficult to find, you know?" he said, "and i had your powers for a little while."

with a sigh he let himself further in, finding a place to sit down. "i was just checking up. with people dying and leaving, and leaving and dying well, keep your friends close you know?"

"what's been going on with you?"

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"Not exactly hiding." He spoke making his presence known to the demigod of the night. From the ceiling that mirrored the canopy of the forest under a moonlit sky. He dropped down behind Jesse into a crouched landing, shaking off the impact before looking up at the older demi.

"What's going on? Everything good?"

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the artemis cabin was more familiar after the exchange, but still not somewhere he was as used to as perhaps he should be. given their somewhat complimentary domains. maybe it was of his nature, as was jesse's, to be elusive but he found himself searching for davon.

"you know... i don't know if you're hiding away but i haven't seen you in a while," he announced himself as he walked into the cabin. the half light was a good feeling, and he felt comfortable enough to wait for the other to welcome him.

unless he wasn't there? "uh, you are here, right?" he raised his voice, looking around the room.

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Returning from the kingdom of Atlantis, the last thing on the Son of Artemis's mind had been a hot beverage, but that wasn't to say he didn't welcome it or the demigod delivering the cups of coffee and cocoa.

"Whoah. Ax. Coming in clutch with the caffeine and chocolate." He said while taking a long whiff. "Can I..." He reaches for one of each and takes a pull from one and then another. He was undecided.

"Oh man, Axel. I can't even begin to describe what just went down." He says excitedly. "I shouldn't be this hyped, but Atlantis. THE ATLANTIS. It was just....wow." he takes another long sip. "Uh, before I gush, did we miss anything important? No one got kidnapped or perished, right?"

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While he could make an educated guess or two, Axel didn't know exactly where Atlantis was. It didn't take any anthropological knowledge to figure out it'd be underwater. That meant it'd be somewhere dark and, more importantly, cold. So when he'd heard the six demigods had returned from their (diplomatic?) mission, Axel came by to intercept them at the shore of the lake with a drink carrier filled with hot coffees and hot chocolates. He held it out towards Davon for him to pick from. "Figured you wanna knock some of the chill off your bones. Want one?"

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"Yeah. I never pinned you the gifting type." The two 'moon guys' were among the most blunt of the folks in camp. Some may not have liked it, but from the moment Simon had arrived on Davon’s doorstep, he had to respect the other for it 100%.

"But from what we've endured together, you've more than proven to be someone I genuinely trust to have my back." He didn't think those would be the words he'd say to the other moon godling, but it was something he felt on his heart. Something he really needed to listen to more instead of being so stuck in his head.

"So from one Moon guy to another." He gently lays the crossbow on the ground before opening his arms and embracing Simon, pulling him into a tight hug.

"I appreciate you."

"I mean."

Shit. Was it?

"Yeah. Guess it kinda was." Paying forward what he thought someone needed, in a moment where they'd need it. Had he known Davon had his own magic bow, he'd probably never have mentioned it. But he didn't, so he did, and that's the state of the world.

"Well, hey. First present, then." Gesturing towards the thing. "Can't say I let go of much shit, either, so. One moon guy to another, yeah?"

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"I kinda hate that you're right about that." he Davon scrunches his nose in amusement when Axel points out how californians were indecisive folk. "Funny you say that. You deal with many people from Cali or are you from there as well?" he questions as he returns a dimpled smile of his own.

"I'll figure that out once I help you figure out this cult situation. Fuck me for finding it more intriguing when I think about all the late nights I used to spend watching true crime shows. Forensic mysteries calmed my nerves...never thought I would actually be involved with such." He reaches for one of Axel's books that catches his eyes; pulling it closer for him to glance down at if permitted.

"I'm supposed to have my mother's gifts of tracking and hunting. Guess I should actually start putting that to work instead of twiddling my thumbs until someone needs a boo-boo healed."

"You're here now." Axel kept it plain and simple. "Whatever the reason for coming was it got you here. It could be for good or bad reasons but it won't change what you do with the time you have now so focusing on it isn't gonna do you much good, right?"

He gave Davon a shrug and a soft smile. "I think not knowing what you want is kinda part of being from California." He's allowed to say that since he's from there, too. "But at least you know that and can try and figure it out."

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"It's all good, man." he says while giving Simon a glance over in the...'cozy' get up was the best way he could describe it. Absolutely no judgement considering how often Von was running around in the woods in nothing bit a pair of short track shorts to remain unrestricted while running the forest.

"Wait. So this was a gift?" he automatically assumed it was just something Simon allowed him to borrow in quick thought before confronting that sea witch monster. "It is a very nice crossbow. I just thought--" he pauses, licking his lips as he looks down to the weapon again.

"My bad. It's just. I don't think anyone's ever given me something." Everything he owed since coming to camp was either purchased or earned through some trial or quest. Even that moon long bow he had, it was bought with funds borrowed from Remy. "That actually kinda means a lot. Not sure why. But it does."

When Simon comes into view, he does so in flip flops, and sweat pants that were cut off into shorts, and an open hoodie that was clearly someone else's once upon a time. Definitely a 'not around people' get-up. But he could also be considered a 'not around people' person.

That, or he'd stopped caring so much about how he looked in front of the guys around the village. That one's just as, if not more likely.

"Oh." He looked down at it. "I mean, I didn't think you had a fancy weapon. Or didn't know you had one." The bow Davon pulled out did look pretty nice. "I mean, yeah, I can take it back. It'll either go to the new Hecate guy next -- I think I saw one -- or I'll hand it over to Warwick like I did the big stupid sword."

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"Heya Si?" He asks knocking his knuckles upon the cabin door of the Moon goddess. In his other hand, he carried the crossbow that the other demi had passed to him during their quest in Atlantis. He still wasn't sure why the other had given it to him; maybe because he thought he was weaponless? Regardless, he was there to return it to it's owner.

"I've got your bow out here. I figured you want it back."

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The Forest's edge.

It felt right. He'd never thought he'd actually miss his gifts as bad as he did during those odd couple of days but it felt great to be able to free-run through the woods. It was a hell of a lot better than trying to fly with those damn wings... Once he reached the edge of the forest, the son of Artemis leaped from the greenery as he felt a burst of energy upon seeing the sun setting. What he didn't see...was the body he'd be colliding with as he smacked right into someone and tumbled through the grass. He groaned and looked over to see who the other body was.

"Oh, hey Wint."

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"That sounds more like...Winter's territory. Maybe relay the message to him? Or I probably could. It's been a minute." There was a twinge of guilt from thinking about the Son of Hades. They had their first quest together and had a good comradery. Then...well. The real life of a demigod started. He'd go visit him soon regardless of a potential threat of a cult or not.

"Our first meeting shouldn't have happened like that. It's complicated." he says resting his elbow on the table and his chin to his fist. "I think I came here initially for the wrong reasons. I wanted to run away from what I had to deal with in my previous life. Then this...I'm not sure if it's better or worse actually. Definitely a lot more dangerous."

Still, he looks over at Axel and makes an attempt at a lazy smile to aid in lifting the mood. Somewhat. "You're chasing shadows. I'm just a Cali boy who doesn't know what he wants or where he exactly fits in with all of this. I just...do what I can, when I can. I truly appreciate your forgiveness."

"--contact's been made with Bastet, apparently." Axel added relatively quickly. Though, when it came to the son of Hermes, most talking came relatively quickly unless someone made him slow down. "And a sphynx that they're supposed to meet up with during the solstice or something. But it's in the Egyptian land of the dead. Not exactly sure if that's a trip I'd want in on, anyway."

He listened to Davon's past and nodded, much happier to listen to someone talk about theirs than keep sharing about his own. He was even more ecstatic for the offer of help. If only he had something to do with it at the moment.

Then came the apology. Axel wasn't the best with confrontation and was probably even worse with the resolution of it. He just gave a small grin and a shake of his head. "Hey, look- water under the bridge or whatever. It happened and if you're fine with moving past it? I am, too." Because if this man was good at anything, it was constantly trying to get away from what happened before. "I'm chasing shadows right now but the fact that you offered a hand and an olive branch at the same time means more than that rough start, alright?"

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"Huh. First Norse pantheon, now Celtic." His nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath. "I'm seeing a pattern like I did in every day life. Please let the Egyptian and African pantheons be involved with doing anything sus." If Axel knew...he knew.

"Well, it's good your skills carried over into this life. I tried to be a popstar." He cuts himself short, nostrils flared. A deep breath drawn in. Pushing away that sense of failure...

"I was pre-med before that. Sort of comes in clutch when I have to patch someone up. I haven't done that in a minute, though." He shoots a smile back, feeling a little more at ease. Aside from the mystery of the murder cult laud out before them.

"And I suppose a century celebration of this would be pretty horrifying. I'm late to the party but I can try to help?" He offers as he bites his lower lip, recalling how awkward their first meeting was. It was time to course correct.

"Also, I never really said I was sorry for being rude to you those weeks ago. Even if things were tense at camp, that was no reason to shut you down when you were brand new because I remember when I first got here and..."

For about two seconds, Axel did actually take the question seriously and try to think up and potential connections between that joke of a cult-church and what they dealt with. But then the reality of it being a joke kicked in and he rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Nah, they worshiped Erecura. A celtic goddess. Similar vibes to Demeter and Persephone. The cult leader we fought had a real hate boner for Oliver. But they've been doing this years." He pointed to a the oldest paper in the pile he'd taken from the mission. "Exactly a hundred years this year. That stinks of something big coming. So I wanna get ahead of it." The question caused a small pause in his little bit of hyperfixation and constant talking. After clearing his throat, he looked up at Davon and gave a small shrug and smaller smile. "Was a research librarian before I came here. Was one of the things with an English degree I could keep moving forward with that felt like I could do and enjoy? Ended up not being exciting but apparently it's coming in handy here."

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"If that's the short answer, I'm not sure I need the more intimate details. At least...I wish I didn't. God damn it." These kinds of supernatural incidents were now their burden to investigate and take care of. He had arrived for a book to help ease his mind. Not wreck it with murderous cults.

"Are we sure its not linked to the Southern Baptist Church, first and foremost." He joked while taking a seat next to Axel, looking over the items on the table again. Well, he said it as a joke but they all knew how...polarizing and layered the corruption of that church could be. It wouldn't be out of the realm of surprise to find out they were killing people since they were brainwashing them as well.

"I'm kind of surprised you're diving so deep into it so soon and you haven't been here long. Is this something you used to do before you arrived?"

The library really was something of a special place. Although Davon never considered himself a hardcore bookworm, he understood the coziness that could be found in solitude and peace, all served with knew knowledge being taken in to further navigate an issue or for pure enjoyment.

Right now, he was on the search to see what sort of books their camp had on meditation techniques. Chaos was ramping up in the lives of the demigods, it had unfortunately been feeding a more aggressive side that the Son of Artemis never had to embrace.

Funnily enough, one of the newer camp members that he had not been initially warm to was found surrounded by materials that Davon nonchalantly helped himself to inspecting when he initially ignored Axel's greeting and instead picking up one of the other's documents. Then he gave an up nod before inspecting the piece of paper.

"Are we officially playing CSI now?" He asked genuinely a little intrigued and concerned by Axel's table of research. "What has happened that has you...doing this?"

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Oh the joys of being back at camp. Things have changed; new demigods. New allies.

Yet nothing has changed; said allies being at each other's throats. It was funny how Davon had been so optimistic when he'd first arrived. It was a new beginning. A chance to make meaningful connections as they were all assigned a mighty task.

Then reality set in. The dangers. The attitudes. The hypocrisy and audacity. Even when embued with divine power, queer men just had to be so....dramatic.

The son of Artemis needed his distance. It meant being less social but at least he could have his peace where he would find either within hid cabin or in the forests. Though he didn't completely shut everyone out. The moment Matai requested to see him, Davon would not deny his old flame.

Plus Tai promised him food. That was always a win.

The knock at the door immediately earned a loud bark from the crupp pup that had been resting next to Von on his couch. The Tibetan mastiff pup wagged his two tails and immediately bolted to the door, excitedly pawing at it since they rarely had company these days.

"Hey, hey, you. Chill." He snapped his fingers to the crupp, to which it immediately sat and acted chill. The way its tails thumped about said otherwise.

Davon opened the door and looked to Matai. He already knew the crupp was going to try and pounce so the moment it leaped, Davon caught him in his arms before he could pounce the Don of Hephestaus.

"I know I mentioned the murder kitten. I forgot this guy has no chill either," Davon says as he still tries to wrangle the large pup. He stood up and gave Matai a brief smooch on the lips. The crupp followed with his own kisses by licking Matai's cheek and them immediately went to sniffing the bao..

"Nah. Those are mine. You've got plenty to eat." Davon shook his head and stepped out the door way. "Come on in, Tai."

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It had come to a relief, really, to the son of Hephaestus when he had seen Davon's name pop up in the godlings group chat. Part of him had been afraid, really, that the son of Artemis had decided to leave the camp for good, joining the likes of the other godlings that decided this life wasn't for them, and that had saddened him. While he and Von certainly had had a connection prior to coming, he felt as though his connection with the other godling had only strengthened since coming here - the same said for his connection to the son of Aphrodite, too - and so he couldn't help but be glad that he had come back.

And yet... He couldn't help but feel as though there was something weighing on Von. Whether or not he'd want to talk about it, he wasn't sure, but he figured that at the very least, he'd be there for the other godling and let him know that he did, at least, have someone in his corner. And he figured that bringing over some food wouldn't hurt, either.

Making sure to gather the baozi that he had made, leaving some left over as a peace offering to some of the other godlings that he planned to reach out to, he headed to the newly rebuilt Artemis cabin and approached with a smile on his face. Letting his knuckles rap against the door, he waited for a moment until he saw Von. "Hey. Here's the bao, as requested," he stated, holding up the container of food in his hands. "Mind if I come in?"

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"Ah. A sleepy boy." he remarks at the introduction. Naturally, he looked the other demigod over. Even if he was one of them, he...was just naturally suspicious now. If the last few months had taught Davon anything it was to always have his guard up; even around the people who were supposed to be his allies. Doppelgangers and all that nonsense.

"I'm Davon. Artemis." he says looking at the hand and choosing not to take it. Initial friendliness wasn't a thing anymore for him. At least for now. "How long have you been here?"

Unfamiliar face, but the easy confidence and self assurance suggested the other was probably just one of the guys around camp that he hadn't run in to yet. And had caught him completely unawares in the middle of ya-

"No, no, I got my way around here at least figured out by now. I'm Calvin, son of Cronus."

The hand he wasn't using to muffle his yawn was offered by way of a greeting to the other.