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“It’s a support system really for people of color. We meet up when we can and talk, vent, share a laugh or something like that? It’s laid back sort of environment.” Jacob hadn’t really done anything like this before, never really been the type to try and start a group for other people. It was a new experience and one that had his heart beating every time he thought about the possibility of it not going well. “Colorguard is the working name for it. It sounds tough and makes it seem like we’re doing something important. We might just smoke weed, who knows.”

Nadia probably wouldn’t be smoking any weed, but, she didn’t bother mentioning that bit to Jacob. She was smiling, though. “It makes us sound like we’re Power Rangers or something, in like, the best way possible. And I mean, we are doing something important. Lord knows there’s not a whole lot of us here. Whatever it ends up as, it sounds like fun.”

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Jacob had hoped that Nadia wasn’t about to tell him why he shouldn’t be doing this. He had prepared himself for that, made ready a variety of reasons why this place needed to exist and needed to exist now. Wen she gave an answer different to what they were expecting, Jacob relaxed. “Really cool is usually what I go for, you know? I’d love some help. I’ve got most of camp covered and just need help with a few more places.”

“Okay,” She nodded, following him, “Sounds easy enough.” Nadia glanced at the flyers again, “So, what are your grand plans for this club? Is it like a meet-once-a-week kinda club? Or is it more chill? Do you have a name for it yet?” She was partially teasing about the last question. Regardless, it’d be nice to be out of her cabin a bit more and not feel like a socially awkward human for once.

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Ah yes. The person that enjoys country music. Jacob held a very personal vendetta against anyone who decided that country was a genuine form of music, but he tried letting it go because Nadia was cool on a good day. She was always there when he visited his favorite white couple so he’d learned to tolerate what he saw as her pivotal shortcoming. He took the papers in hand and made sure there were enough left for his task. “Thank you.” Jacob made sure the papers were accounted for and then focused in on her. “I’m starting a group for campers of color. I think this place is great, but I think like most places in our country it still has… some racist undertones. I’d like people of color to be able to get together and talk about shit, you know?”

Nadia blinked, unable to hide the surprised look on her face. “Oh,” Between everything that’d happened with Brent, lately her mind had been a jumbled mess of turmoil. Hearing Jacob’s words and seeing those flyers made her mind cease spinning for a moment, “That’s...actually really cool.” She shrugged, “Do you need help with the flyers?”

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Jacob was, for the first time in a long time, no wearing anything remotely revealing around camp. His closet had recently expanded and he was trying out new clothes– recommendations from Brent, Macey, and a variety of others on what might be good for him. It felt nice to actually be building a sense of style. The child of Nike was busy putting up flyers around camp, trying to make sure they were in a spot that people could see. He was heading back towards his stack when he saw someone standing close by. “Hey,” he calls out with a smile. “You mind handing those to me?”

Would Nadia admit that she was too engrossed with playing Candy Crush on her phone to almost not hear Jacob as she passed by? No. But it almost happened. She looked up at the sound of his voice, noticing him first, the flyers second. Being Brent and Macey’s best friend, Jacob was always around her cabin, and she’d gotten used to his presence. “Oh, yeah, sure,” Grabbing the flyers and walking over to meet halfway, she read the words printed across them, “What are these for?” She asked.

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chatzy | news

date: 6/7/17 characters: Avery, Macey, Nadia, and Chiron description: Chiron and the Ares cabin have to break the news of what happened to Macey. Her response is not a surprise to anyone.

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chatzy | thanks, utah

date: 06/05/2017 characters: Brent, Nadia, and Avery description: The Ares children experience a slightly very unfortunate hiccup on their quest.

Nadia pushes her hat out of her eyes, failing at her attempts to nap, and sits up. "Please tell me we're out of Wyoming by now."

Avery "You asked that like 20 minutes ago, it's still a no," she replied, sending a quick text back to Mikey on her phone before going back to her drawing she was working on.

Nadia mutters, "I hate Wyoming.”

Brent squinted past the sunlight at the sign ahead. "One more hour. I think."

Avery "You know you guys didn't have to do this," Avery said, probably for the hundredth time since the trip began. "I would've bit the bullet and done it."

Brent "I would've never let you go on your own," Brent said, looking at her through the rearview mirror. "You're stuck with me no matter what."

Nadia waves her hand, "Ditto."

Avery sighed. "Why the hell did I have to go? Was that what it was like with your quest?" she questioned Brent.

Brent shrugs. "Ares said he picked the two of us specifically, but he probably just did that because he knew we were on bad terms and he thought it would be fun, or whatever." He glances back to his sister. "I bet anything he was just being an asshole because he felt like it. Don't think too hard about it. We'll be done soon enough."

Nadia "He just likes picking on all of us." Her next words are purposely a little louder than need be, as if he could hear, "Because he's an asshole."

Avery "I don't know what going on a quest means, does it mean it's getting bad again or it's just Ares being an asshole," she said.

Nadia "Technically they're a thing that's supposed to happen often. So it doesn't mean anything's getting bad. They're just annoying."

Avery sighed and went back to her drawing. "Well, it sucks."

Brent "It does," he said, turning up the radio. He drives in relative silence for a while, eventually making it into Utah. "We're close to where Wyatt and I crashed," he mused, looking at a directional for the Great Salt Lake "We can stop and get some food in Salt Lake, if you two want."

Avery "As long as there's something gluten free, I'm in," she replied.

Nadia "As long as you don't drive us into the lake, I'm also in." She smiles.

Brent rolls his eyes, cracking a small smile. "I think I can make that happen," he said, pulling off the highway.

Avery "Can we take a road trip one of these days, non-God related?" Avery asked, popping her head in between the seats. "We could get Wyatt and Mikey and Macey and Jacob and Rae in on it too. Staring at that package fuckin' bums me out and totally ruins this whole driving across the country vibe. I never got a real road trip in my life, I want that."

Nadia thinks about it. "I think Macey and Rae would like, bicker the entire time, but besides that it could be fun?"

Brent "I don't think they'd...." He pauses. "Well... You're right. It sounds fun, though. Maybe the three of us can take a slightly more scenic way back."

Avery "Yeah, but it's not like we'll leave them in a room alone, oh my Gods, would Macey kill me if I left her in a room alone with Rae?" Avery smiled jokingly. "But taking the more scenic way back sounds nice, some what sibling road trip, that sounds okay I guess."

Nadia "I mean? I don't think she'd kill you, they'd just probably see who could out-annoy the other?" She nodded along with Brent's idea, "I'm cool with the scenic route back, too."

Brent "Great. Anything is better than driving through cornfields for twelve hours."

Nadia "TRUE."

Avery "I feel like I'm in like that Children of the Corn movie. Granted I've never seen that movie, I'm just guessing it's a scary movie about children in a cornfield."

Brent drives through the city for a bit until he finds someplace promising. He parks and immediately steps out of the car, stretching.

Nadia stretches her arms over her head and hops out of the car, turning her baseball hat around so she can see. "So, this is what Utah looks like."

Avery got out from the car, stretching a little also before throwing her hair up in a messy bun. "You know, I thought it would look different than this."

Brent laughs as he walks to the restaurant. "What were you expecting?"

Avery "I thought it was going to be more dull," she replied with a shrug.

Nadia squints at the restaurant and the parking lot, "Um, is this place even open? We'r like the only car here..." She jogs ahead of them to check the hours listed on the door.

Brent is about to follow Nadia when he hears something behind him. He turns but sees nothing, but his hand hovers to the hidden sword in his pocket as he checks the other side of the car.

Avery "It's like 4pm," she says. "What restaurant closes that early?"

Brent doesn't find anything on the other side of the van, either. He hesitates, then starts to walk back around when a blinding pain spreads from his abdomen through his entire body. He gasps and crumples to the ground, stars in his eyes.

Nadia whips around when she hears a thud and sprints back over to Brent, "What happened?"

Avery is closest to Brent, and she barely has enough time to process a thought before she's running toward him. Her hand on a dagger. "Brent, what's wrong?"

Brent grabs one of their sleeves and holds on tightly, squeezing his eyes shut. He tries to say something but only succeeds in making a pained noise as he writhes on the ground.

Avery gripped her dagger a little harder, surveying around them, taking deep breaths as she walks a few steps from Brent, her heart pounding.

Nadia reaches down and puts a hand on his arm, "Avery, help me sit him up."

Avery returns to Brent and helps her sister with him, biting her lip anxiously. "What's the hell is happening?"

Nadia "I don't know, but I'm guessing something bad. Probably monster related. Be ready."

Brent goes still as the pain suddenly subsides, gulping for air. "Fuck," he whispered, pushing himself up. "Fuck."

Avery is there to help Brent. "Are you okay?" she questioned, quietly, her dagger still in hand.

Felix appears out of thin air behind the three. "Hiii," he chimes, waving his hand. He grabs Brent by the shoulders, and in the same instant, disappears with him. The car, at the same time, vanishes, leaving Nadia and Avery alone.

Nadia has no idea what just happened and spins around approximately three times in shock.

Avery eyes widened. "What the fuck just happened?" she asked letting out a shaky breath. "Was that just...? Am I having a nightmare?"

Nadia stares where the car was, as if it's gonna reappear somehow. When it doesn't she presses a hand to her forehead, "Fuck! Fuck, fuck." She pulls her phone out of her pocket, "I'm calling camp right now."

Avery’s hands shake, staring at the spot where Brent was sitting. She takes out her phone, fumbling with it, tears welling up in her eyes trying to attempt to call Brent, hoping somehow that would magically make him show up. "He took him, He took Brent, Nadia," she rambled out, trying to type in the right number on her phone. "This can't be happening. What are we going to do? Shit, this is my fault, I should've went on this stupid thing alone."

Nadia walks over to Avery and puts her hands on her shoulders, taking in a deep breath, "Okay, Aves, I need you to stay calm. The first rule of a quest is to stay cool, even during shit like this. We're gonna call Chiron and get back to camp as soon as possible. And then we're gonna go rescue Brent."

Avery "How the fuck are we going to get back, the fucking car is gone," she said, not staying calm, she could stay calm but the moment her siblings were in trouble was when Avery lost it. "Half our weapons were in there, the package was in there, our things were in there."

Nadia does her best to keep her chill and not snap. She pulls her phone from her pocket and gently lets go of Avery's shoulders, "We're demigods, Chiron has connections exactly for this kind of an emergency. Let’s just call camp, and then head to a store and see what we can do about supplies."

Avery nodded slightly, taking a hard gulp. "Okay, okay," she agreed, looking from Nadia to the spot where the car and her brother once was, before looking at her phone, hoping this was just a horrible another nightmare like the ones she used to get after the war ended and she'd wake up soon enough to find everyone safe.

Nadia gives her a little smile. "Good, I'm gonna call camp. Do you wanna like, Google nearby stores around here?"

Avery nodded. "Sure," she responded quietly, doing as she was told by Nadia, struggling to type it in her phone with trembling hands.

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Laurel had been really getting into training lately. Especially hand-to-hand combat and there was no better teacher than an Ares camper; namely Nadia Albright. After hearing what had happened at camp shortly before Laurel had arrived, she knew there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to be able to protect herself. Finding herself walking out of the arena, still slightly covered in cooling sweat, Nadia walked by her side. “Thanks again for teaching me again and really breaking things down for me. I really want to learn,” She commented as they headed back to the cabins. “And, I think I’m getting pretty good, if I do say so myself. It’s coming more naturally than I thought? Maybe I was meant for this life after all,” She explained with a little smile. “When did you come to camp again?” Laurel questioned, curious to know more about her fellow demigods. “I want to know so I have a basis to go off of how good I am and how long it’ll take me to get better.” She explained.

Nadia liked Laurel. It was difficult to find people in camp who were similar to herself: quiet, reserved, logical. Even moreso was finding anyone willing to train in the same way she did. ‘My favorite weapons are the two hands God gave me,’ she’d tell people with an ironic smile. The smile was rarely—if ever—returned. Religious humor in camp was also hard to find. But, Laurel was a quick learner and eager to learn, and that was more than enough for her. “Well, you’re honestly doing way better than most people by now. So I’m not sure how much gauging against others is gonna help. But,” She shrugged, “I came here in 2009. So like, eight years? God, that’s a long time.”

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Grace was something that Emmaline had been blessed with since she was a little girl, she’d been in ballet since she could walk, and as she made her way across the camp, balancing multiple bottles of water in her arms she figured that grade would come in handy, but sadly it wasn’t. She was bringing them to everyone who was training in the arena, wanting to make sure they were all staying hydrated and taking care of themselves. She was about half way to where she was setting up her little table full of water bottles when she felt a few starting to slip from her hold, turning and watching as they rolled away in the sand, and each step she took caused more to fall from her hold, the tall girl letting out a little frustrated groan, “Gods damn it,” She laughed to herself, deciding to set the ones she managed to keep a hold of on her fold out table, before going back to collect the rest, smiling some when she noticed a hand picking up a stray bottle she’d been reaching for, “Hey thanks, I think I got ahead of myself trying to carry a dozen at a time.”

Nadia was sitting against a tree nearby, texting away on her phone when she’d noticed Emmaline’s struggle with the water bottles. After a few took an unfortunate tumble to the ground, she was quick to hop up and grab a couple. “No problem,” She handed them back with a smile, “What are you doing with all these water bottles?”

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“Can you please explain to me why my nail polish gets chipped so easily, like I literally just painted them. I don’t understand.”

“Gel polish.” Nadia looked over at her and smiled, “It costs a little bit more, but it lasts longer. I swear by it. Regular nail polish is too weak to keep up with this weird, demigod lifestyle we lead.”

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“Uh, I mean, depending on what route you feel like going down, either one is an option?” Nadia chuckled, “Though I’d say lessons are the best way to go if you don’t feel like getting kicked in the stomach or thrown off in mid-air.”

“Hey, about the pegasi, question. Do you have to take lessons, or is it a ‘just try not to fall and die’ kinda deal?”

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i’m gonna show him what a little girls are made of: gunpowder and lead.

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