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Chaya
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Aug 21, 2014 04:23PM
"Yeah." Winter answered. "Sorry that was...a random question..."
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"It was indeed. Although for your answer, yes." She looked away. This conversation was rather dull, she decided. Very dull. Almost not worth her time. But it was better than being lost, again. "And yourself?"
((by the way, I have a kitten just like you described))
Mathew walked down the paths carefully. He was feeling his strength weakening every day. His dreams weren't making much since ether. It was good to be back at the camp though. It had been a while since the, "incident", and was hoping he would be accepted like he was so long ago.
Justine jogged down the paths, her mind haunted from the Khione/Brad a few months ago. The process to mental stability was a long, hard road. Jumping over a rock, sweat beaded down her brown forehead and her breath came out in ragged huffs.
As he was walking he saw someone running towards him. He instinctually reached for his épée when an arm grabbed his from behind. It pushed him to the ground. He looked behind him and saw a very angry looking dryad.
Justine slowed down, and wiped her brow. "Whoa. What's going on here?" She tilted her blond mass of curly hair.
The dryad was seemed infuriated at him. "You think you can just waltz right into my home and just try to attack campers like that? No way. You and the rest of your kind can rot in Tartarus!" He pushed the nymph off and said to her, "Woah, take it easy. I was just being cautious, that's all."
((Are we still doing this?))
((Sure))Justine tried a weak smile. "Hey. I don't think he was planning to kill me or anything. Because I mean, who would do that, huh? A crazy person that's who." She let out forced laughter, then trailed off. Her comedy material really needed some work...
"That may be" she responded, "but look at his arm, and his sword. Roman tattoos and imperial gold?"
Justine's eyes widened. "Whoa." Was all she could say. "What's a Roman like you doing here? Wait, wait wait, no. Let me rephrase that. Um...." She thought. "Yeah what the heck are you doing here?
"I don't affiliate myself with the Romans anymore." He said looking at his orange shirt and shaking off the dryad.
"Why not?" Justine asked, not realizing that the topic might be sensitive towards the random guy in the woods. "I mean, besides them being the Greeks enemies and all."
"It's kind of a long story, but I figured out that the two groups have to work together to defeat Gaea."
Justine blinked. "Whoa bro. A Roman peacemaker. That's cray cray. Ohhh my gods I just said cray cray. I need help." She laughed at herself, combing through her curly afro of blond-brown hair. "Anyways, I'm Justine. Nice to meet ya." She stuck out her hand and smiled cordially.
"I can't believe you are believing these lies?" The dryad said to her. "He is obviously a spy. I have never seen him here before."
Justine shrugged. "There are so many people here I just lost count. I've been here for my entirrrrrreeee life. I know its weird, but I'm starting to lose my mind over what's really right and what's really wrong. I just don't care." She slumped down on a nearby tree.
"Trust me bushy, I've been here. Just not recently." He said to the dryad quite annoyed. "Fine go ahead and trust him. Not my funeral." She said as she disappeared in a puff of pine needles.
"That was really cool. I wanna do that." Justine said, staring down at the pile of pine needles. There was an awkward silence, with nothing but the birds chirping and laughter from demigods far away. "So." She stood up, a jaw dropping six feet four inches. "Are you doing anything?"
"Not really, just coming back to camp. Seeing if I can find... Well never mind. What were you doing out here?"
Justine streched her arms. "Oh, nothing. Just jogging my woes away!" To demonstrate, she jogged in place. "And what were you trying to find? Can I help? Please? Pretty please? I need to something to do."
"It's a who, not a what. And it's kind of personal." He looked at the ground guiltily.
A brief look of understanding crossed her face. "A person, huh? Well where did you leave him/her last? Did you check under your bed? In the cracks of the couch?" She joked, laughing at herself.
"Actually I left her with a broken heart. One of my regrets to leaving."
"Oh." This guy was not the joking type. "Well if you really want to go back to wherever you came from, why don't you just do it?" Justine asked.
"Umm, I wanted to give this place a second chance." Just then, the wind started to pick up a lot.
Justine smiled as the wind cooled off her hot skin. "I can bring you there." She offered.
"I know my way. But I would like the company." The wind was accelerating into gusts and Mat stumbled a little bit. "What's with this wind?"
Justine's brow creased. "Child of Zeus messing with you?" She guessed. "Or an Aerlous baby?"
"I don't think..." Was all he could manage to say before a ventus in the form of a horse rammed into him. The force knocked him several yards to the side. Four more similar venti were racing around them in a circle.
Justine just stood there, and blinked. "Wow! Somebody up there must really hate you!" She giggled.With that, she pulled out a fork out of her pocket, and screamed something in ancient Greek.
The dinner fork grew in length and changed into a sea green color. The tings formed into three thick and sharp points.
"Hey horse things, this is my trident Brittany. BE PREPARED TO DIIIIIIIIIIIE!" She charged towards one, screaming a battle cry.
Regaining his balance, Mat drew his imperial gold épée. And ran into battle. He faced off against one of them and carefully considered his options. It raced toward him at a blurred pace, to which he stepped to the side. He jammed the needle like blade into it's weak spot as it passed and it broke into dust. Unfortunately, another one jumped on him from behind.
Justine took the liberty of stabbing that wind-horse in the neck, gleefully laughing as she did so. It wriggled underneath the trident, with a grunt she forced the horse off of his back, it's stormy skin swirling around the trident's tips. Justine threw the horse off, and it hit the tree in a puff of golden dust.
The three remaining horses were running around them so fast , it was starting a small tornado. As it picked up in speed, mat shoved his sword into the ground to gain leverage from the suction.
Gasping, Justine clung to a tree, the wind whipping across her face. She tried to see what was going on, but the wind was blinding. The forest shook around them, and leaves and twigs were thrown into the air.
Through blurred vision, Mat was able to see that to get faster , the venti have to be moving closer together. He waited a few seconds to be close enough, and in a blind jump from his sword, he was able to grab onto the neck of one of them. He began trying to slow it down or vear it off course with little success.
Whoa, now the Roman was riding the Venti. Justine could barely see, but the horse had slowed down. Hardly keeping her feet on the ground, she charged at the horse-tornado, and pierced what she hoped were the front legs of on of the Venti. If she miscalculated and hit the Roman, well, that would've been embarrassing.
He reached into his pocket, barely able to hold on, and pulled out a knife. He stabbed it into the horse's neck, where it promptly collapsed. Mat ducked into a roll as he hit the ground and looked back at the tornado. It had shrunk to the size of an average dust devil, and noticed the Greek girl attacking one of the venti with a trident. As she killed one of the remaining two, the last one began to flee.
Justine wiped the horse's golden blood off her face, and held her trident in the air, pumping it up and down. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT WAS FUN. High five!" She grinned and ran over to Mat, holding her brown hand up in the air.
"Umm, maybe later." He said as he pulled his sword out of the ground and wiped the dirt off it with a rag he pulled out of his back pack. Any idea what they'd be doing here?
((That last sentence was dialogue right?))Justine pouted, her hand still in the air. She high fived it herself. "Nothing can get into camp. Unless someone summoned them in." Justine shook the blood off of Brittany. "Anyone hate ya that much?" She asked.
((Yeah sorry.))"No, not that can summon venti. You?" He said looking around the area as if looking for someone to be watching.
((No problem XD))Justine bit her lip, and thought of all the enemies she made over the years.
"Maybe a few." She shrugged and giggled. "But the venti did do a tornado thingy around you." She pointed out. "Wanna take this to Chiron?"
"Maybe. Is could be as harmless as a prank meant for someone else, and we wee in the right place at the right time." He said not so sure of himself. "Anyways, I'm Mat." He held out his hand as if to shake it, but then realized there was a bloody cut on it. Instead he took his first aid kit out if his bag and began wrapping it up.
(I think yourbstory is cool. Mind if i jump in?)"Wow, that was awesome" Amy cried jumping off a tree near Mat and Justine.
" You guys going to Camp?"
((Sure, if it's ok with pudding.))"Gah, where did you come from?" He said as he grabbed the sword with his un injured hand and pointed it at her.
((Ok...))Justine cocked her head, her afro of blond hair falling over her cheeks. "What just happened?" She asked Matt.
"This one just popped out of that tree. Do you think she brought the venti? Hey you, were you behind summoning those venti that attacked us?"
