[center][h1][b][i]~Logan Murdock~[/i][/b][/h1]
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Oh gods, the idea of food set the demigod's mouth to watering. It had been too long since he'd had a decent meal and he was jonesing for a burger in the worst way. Logan felt a little embarrassed with how close Syleste had gotten, but the bubbly girl didn't seem to mean anything by it. Noting how she checked her clothes with her hands, Logan decided to let her know she was free from dirt. "Don't worry about your clothes, Syl. I made sure we didn't get hit, no worries." He raised an eyebrow at Erin's less than kind things she had to say about her fellow campers, especially Claire. Did she automatically hate him too, because he was a son of Jupiter? "They must be good friends then, I'd never get greeted after a long quest. Usually it's business as always." Logan shrugged as he said this, unsure still of how Camp Half-blood operated. 

They certainly weren't like the highly militarized Roman camp, that was for sure. The two girls seemed to have opposite views and feelings towards nearly everything. How were the two such good friends was beyond him. "After you, Erin! I'm [i]dying[/i] to see the rest of the camp," Logan emphasizing the word for a little humor with the daughter of Hades. His smile was the same, friendly and without malice, truly meaning only to share a joke with her and not at her expense. "Where should we start, do you reckon?" Logan asked his tour guide, hoping he wouldn't annoy Erin. When Syleste started to pull him along, he allowed himself to be dragged after Erin's sudden hasty beat back to camp.

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[center][color=004b80][h1][b][i]~Jericho Brooks~[/i][/b][/h1][/color]
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[color=004b80]Jericho shouldered his backpack, finding that the closer he got to camp the more his feet seemed to drag. The only good thing at that place was Erin. He couldn't wait to point and laugh at the other idiots, but that was a long time coming. Right now, he was outrunning a trio of [i]empousai[/i] and a couple of [i]dracanae[/i]. They'd finally closed in on him as he finally drew to the end of his journey and they'd pulled out all the stops. Running up the trunk of a tree, Jericho jumped off onto a large branch, climbing until he had a good look at the clearing below. He melded into the shadows of the trees, his scent disappearing. The five monsters came together from different directions, confused and angry at losing their prey. Drawing back Moonlight, three spectral but deadly arrows appeared. Jericho took his shot, the arrows sinking deep into the [i]empousai's[/i] flesh and the dracanae's tail, pinning them where they stood. As they howled out their pain their friends hissed and looked at the trees above, never seeing the demigod. His next three shots reduced the monsters to dust and the other two began to warily back into the tree cover.

Stowing away his bow, Jericho drew Wolf's Fang and slowly flanked the remaining dracanae. It had its back to a tree trunk, casting its reptilian eyes all about the scenery. Dropping down, Jericho made it jump, hitting its head against bark before he ran it through the heart. It burst into dust as well around his blade. Focusing for a moment, Jericho followed the smell of goat till he found his last pursuer attempting to cross a stream. Sheathing the sword, he once more drew his bow and after a moment's aim, that empousa was sent back to Tartarus as well. His grin held a dark satisfaction. After a good twenty minutes, he finally made it to the base of Half-blood Hill, where he started to whistle tunelessly. He noted fresh tire marks in the soil and recent footprints. That meant Ky'vie was back in camp, no surprise she'd made it before him with that eco-hazard she rode. He was always tempted to give her a flat, but she'd end up fixing the damn thing anyway.

Sighing, he took small steps, rebuilding the scene that had just taken place just minutes ago. Griffin's tracks were deep in the soil in one spot, suggesting he'd stood there for awhile. More than likely waiting for Ky'vie like a loyal lapdog. Then there were the heavy boot prints of Gideon, since they came from the direction of the armory. Then there were three sets of footprints, one of small measured steps, a careful person that meant it was most likely Syleste, which only meant the other small set was Erin... yet there was a mystery set. He was tall, heavy, and kept his weight perfectly balanced... Who was this? "Seems like things are shaking up around here.. better go see what's what, huh?" Jericho murmured, and hurried down the hill. If there was someone new, Ky'vie would most likely throw them a party. Which meant her food, possibly the best and only trait Jericho appreciated about the tinker girl. He headed off to the Mess Hall first, he needed some food pronto and that took precedence over his curiosity.[/color]