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"Nothing, I feel a little..." Hayley paused, searching for the right word. "...drained."

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Madeline nodded. "Maybe we should head back."

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Hayley nodded. "Apollo cabin?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Yep," Madeline said.

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"Alright." Hayley yawned, eyes weary, and left in a slow walked toward her cabin.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Madeline followed.

[(S)]

Soyala watched them go, she went to a gods cabin. At least it was Apollo's, brother to Artemis, but, she thought for a moment. Maybe Artemis chose hunters like that for a reason, to make it easier when they came to places like this. She silently thank Artemis that she wasnt like that.

[(S)]

Soyala left.

[Maggie, Gaea shall smite you all.]

Phillip walked in quietly and took out his sling, carefully testing the pouch's strength. Satisfied, he selected a smooth stone from the bag at his hip and started whipping the sling around, building momentum. The whistling calmed his mind, and he hurled the stone at the bulls-eye across the range. He heard a thunk as it hit his mark. "Bulls-eye" he whispered to himself as he got another stone out. Who needed flimsy bows when you had a good strong sling in your hand?

[Jo]

Freesia walked with her bow in hand. She wasn't too eager about archery, but she survived it.

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Lucas inspected the tips of his arrows, then tried one out on a target. It hit close to the center, but his accuracy could never be as good as those of an Apollo child. Spear fighting was more of his thing.

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Jesse stalked towards the archery range. Her tank top and shorts were an inky black, almost matching her died hair color. Her brown eyes scanned the others and she narrowed her eyes. Picking up a bow, notched an arrow, and let the sharp object go. The arrow zoomed high into the air before hitting the target a 100 feet away. Jesse squinted her dark eyes and sighed in frustration. It had hit the target, but just barely.

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((*dyed, not died. xD))

"Nice one," Lucas muttered sarcastically, regarding his sister's 'master archery skills'.

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

((>.< Oopps! Sorry!))
Jess twirled around to smash her accuser. Her hand stopped short when she discovered who it was. "Oh. Hello Lucas," she muttered, eyes dangerously narrowed. "And could you do better?"

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((it's kay, but kinda funny.))

Lucas shrugged, reaching for a bow and arrow. "I suppose. Watch and learn, sis." He pulled back, extremely far. It might've broken the bow if her hadn't let go, letting the arrow zoom dangerously past Jess' head and not going anywhere near a target. He grinned wickedly, "See?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

((I just had the best idea.))

Suddenly, an arrow sliced through the air, narrowly missing Myra's glossy chestnut head. "Watch it, you moron!" Myra shouted in annoyance, sending the arrow back to its target with a twang of her bow.

((I know she's supposed to be in her cabin but whatevs. ^^))

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((LOL, me is amused.))

Lucas didn't hold back a laugh, shoulders shaking violently. "Oh, gods, that was wicked. You make an excellent target, simply wonderful." There was an amused smirk on his face((Not unlike the one on mine)), eyes flashing mischievously.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"I make an excellent target? I make an excellent target?! You could have killed me! What in Tartarus is wrong with you?"
Stalking forwards, Myra plucked the arrow she'd hit near enough on the bull's-eye and threw it at the Ares camper (who else would be such a jerk?) with a scowl, taking care that the point faced him. He'd catch it, anyway.
Myra reached into her quiver and pulled out another bow, suppressing her anger with difficulty.

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Rolling his eyes, Lucas side-stepped and just as she predicted, caught the arrow by the end of it. "Jeez, calm down. It was a joke." He shrugged, tempted to shoot another one her way. And being stubborn, he did exactly that.
Lucas failed at hiding his grin as it flew in front of her.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

This time Myra was ready and she snatched the arrow out of the air, her pretty features enraged. She broke the arrow in two and tossed it on the ground, blowing on the newly created friction burn on her palm. "Lovely," she spat at the boy. "Because I really needed another burn."

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"You're welcome," Lucas replied with a tone so much like the one Sappho had used on him, that it startled him for a moment.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Myra's peacock blue eyes glared daggers at the boy. If he hadn't been so insulting and meatheaded, she would have deemed him attractive. She rubbed her bandaged arm with her right hand, dropping her gaze and willing herself to calm down.

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Lucas took another arrow from his quiver, then aimed for an actual target. He raised a brow at Myra, sure that she'd want to hit him back. Either he craved for a fight, or this was the Ares way of flirting.

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Jess's brown eyes widened at the fight. Her mouth curved upward into a sneer.
((what cabin is Myra from?))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Oh, forget it," Myra snapped to herself, after she narrowly missed the target. She plopped down on the grass, her skirt splayed around her like a white blooming flower. She took out her a whittler and steadily drew her dagger across it, her quiver lying forgotten in the grass.
I can't f*cking think with him around, Myra thought with a pronounced scowl.

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Lucas shot his sister an amused glance, letting a last arrow go. Furrowing his brow, he debated on what to do. Apologizing wasn't an option, maybe an indirect one would work. Setting his bow down Lucas strode over, walking with his signature swagger and plopping down dangerously close to Myra. "Hey."

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Jesse stalked away, purposly(sp?) bumping Myra's knee. She headed towards the row of dummies, taking out her silver sword.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Hi." Myra's tone was curt and cold, and the dagger skittered across the whittler for a moment, steadied by Myra's firm grasp. She didn't even give the other girl so much as a glance.

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"Where'd you get the other burns?" Lucas question teasingly, not able to keep the tease out of his voice.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"From looking at your face too long," Myra replied evenly, arching an eyebrow without looking at the boy. Holly would have questioned Myra's sanity; usually, she'd be the one flirting and tossing her hair.
But not to an almost-murderer.

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Lucas rolled his eyes, but turned the comment around. "I am pretty hot, aren't I?" He found her calmness at his obnoxious actions intriguing.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Myra didn't answer, only snorting derisively with nary a flicker of her eyes. How do you walk, holding up all that ego?

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"Chill," Lucas said, ironic though, as he was angered easily. "It's a joke. Or are you one of the ever-serious Athena kids?" After studying her for a moment, he decided no with a shake of his head.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

A smile played around the corners of Myra's lips as she finally looked straight at Lucas. The whittling stopped and she ran a thumb along the newly sharpened blade, satisfied. "This will be amusing," she said in a murmur. He's never going to guess.

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Lucas raised a brow, now studying her closer, analyzing her features, thinking over her personality. Sh*t, I have no idea. He would never admit to that. "Agh, are you new here?" Is she wasn't, hr god parent was probably minor.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Maybe," Myra said, tilting her head at Lucas and leaning back on her arms. "Maybe I got here last week. Obviously, you didn't notice."

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"Wonderful, I guess I can't mistake you for an Aphrodite." Lucas shrugged, she was messing with him, but he wasn't getting too angry. "Hmm, let's see. I'd know if you one of the Big Three kids, that's not it. Agh, Demeter?" He didn't notice those campers, well, unless they were notable.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Give it up, Sherlock," Myra said with an amused smile. Inside, she was beginning to finally calm down and get used to the boy's incredibly cocky nature. "It took me about two seconds to realize whose child you were," Myra said, putting the whittler away.

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"You should know my name, at the very least. Has no one heard of what I did at the battle arena today? Really?" Lucas sighed, running a hand over his face. "Hmm, let me take a wild guess, Hecate?" He smiled, a laughing smile that added charm to face.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Why should I know your name if you don't know mine?" Myra asked with undisguised contempt. "And you've been taking wild guesses for the past year you've been talking to me. Wrong, again."

((I have to go bike ride now, be back laterrr! But I am loving this roleplay. :D))

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((XD Bye!))

Lucas shrugged. "Your parent is probably one of the minor ones. I'll keep guessing, though." He ran through the list of gods, skipping right over Hebe. "Iris?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

((Got a little bit more time. xD))

Myra glanced at Lucas, thoroughly pissed off again. "Minor?" Her eyes glinted warning signs to Lucas. Back off, or apologize.

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Lucas didn't catch them, and nodded. "Yep. It's not a bad thing, it's a classification. Is your parent one of the Muses?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"I know what it is," Myra said with the faintest trace of a hiss in her voice. "But would you like being called minor?" To answer Lucas' question, she said simply, "Can't sing, can't act, can't dance. Well, a bit. But no."

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Lucas shrugged, frowning thoughtfully. "I don't really care all that much." Though, if someone called him minor, they would end up in the Infirmary. "Hmmm, I refuse to believe that you're a child of Dionysus, and there's only one Nemesis kid I know of. Ah, screw it. Like I need to know who your parent is, unless I wanted to stalk you. But if I did, I'd have other ways of getting there." He waggles his brows playfully, a comical sight.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Dionysus and Nemesis aren't minor, either," Myra said with a roll of her eyes. "Well, that's great to know. You know your day is going exactly how it was planned out to be when you've got a potential stalker." Myra brought her quiver down in her lap, tracing a finger over the ivory and silver inlay. She wondered what she was still doing there, but of course, she knew the reason.

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"You're so bright and happy," Lucas said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Why would I stalk you? I don't have that kind of time."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"You know, I usually am all bright and happy. What was it that made me like this? Let's see..." Myra pursed her pouting lips in an expression of sarcastic thought. "Hm. Must have been the arrows you almost killed me with." To prove her point, Myra flexed her right palm, which held an angry red weal. "

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((Kay.))
Lucas rolled his eyes, only shooting the injury a small glance. "I didn't kill you, nor did I mean to, get over it. Seriously, it was a joke. And that burn wasn't my fault, you should've stepped out of the way, duh."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Myra sighed, propping her head on her knees. "I've gotta demonstrate my amazing reflexes to someone, right?" She smiled prettily at Lucas.
It was as if some invisible hand had switched Myra to flirt mode.