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[h1][color=DarkCyan]Erin Marie Chase[/color], [color=LightPink]Syleste Astrea Nioré[/color] and Logan Murdock[/h1]
[h2]Tour of Half-Blood ~ Camp Half-Blood[/h2][/center]

Pausing only slightly within her step as she heard the quick quip towards her heritage that slipped out through his lips, Erin turned hear head back to look over her shoulder at where he walked side by side with Syleste, her ever dark eyes flicking over the slightly muscular figure that they now all knew to be her new cousin; an extremely small and very slightly uncharacteristic smile crossing over her lips as her amusement seemed to flash across her eyes; giving off the hint that maybe… [i]just maybe[/i] she saw him to be different from others she knew- he was… tolerable. Though as quickly as the flicker of slight affection towards her new cousin came, it left; falling away from her features and leaving her normally bored expression as she continued down the hill, her attention turning back to the path she was taking.

“Well bolt-brain, I would assume at the building that’s closest to us.” Though her words came out harsh, her tone was only a smidge softer than it had been earlier when she had been speaking with Claire; the demigoddess seemingly taking a slight liking towards the son of Jupiter- no matter how small that liking may have been, “If I might give you a small bit of advice; I would hurry and take your pick, before I grow bored of playing host and leave the blind to lead the blind on this little adventure.”

Bolt-brain, that was a new one. Logan caught the small smile he'd gotten from Erin, knowing that he was on the right track. He really didn't know a damn thing about the camp, never getting an itinerary or map of the place. What [i]was[/i]  the nearest building to them right now? Logan didn't know and wasn't afraid to express his ignorance. "I don't know enough to have a pick, Erin. But, the most interesting buildings are the ones with [i]skeletons[/i] in the closet, right?" Logan joked, yet again. He found the puns were getting a bit harder to get across, but he silently applauded himself over the last.

He looked down at Syleste at his side and asked her opinion. "Where do you think we should start the tour, Syl? I'm completely at a loss, honestly." He shifted on his feet slightly, feeling slightly uncomfortable for once. He still felt out place, as if he didn't truly belong here at Camp Half-blood. There were so many kids milling about, dressed in plain camp clothes instead of suits of armor. It was so different from what he knew.. 

Seeming to mull over his question for a few moments, the pink-haired girl turned her head away, tilting it lightly to the side as she let her mind flick over all the different places in the camp that they could show him- there were just so many things for him to see; and while they had all the time in the world, there was no way that Erin was going to be patient enough to escort them everywhere they wanted to go, “Uh… well the beach and the lake are really peaceful..! Then there’s also the stables, I really love spending time there; all the Pegasus are really nice, and whenever I go in there to visit, they nibble on my hair until I give them apples and sugar cubes. You should probably see the Big House too; that’s where the staff and Dionysus stay and spend most of their time… other than that, there’s a lot of other places to see, like the forge and the training grounds…”

Her sentence trailed off thoughtfully as she turned her attention back over to where she could feel his arm resting up against her own, her bright smile lighting up her features though the material she wore over her eyes hid most of it from view of any who looked at her; he seemed as though he was okay with her being blind, or at least, he was fine with it from what she could tell anyway… but she wasn’t about to go throwing the strange look in her eyes on him until she was perfectly sure, “There’s just so many things for you to see, and me to hear; so why don’t we start with one of them..?”

Logan perked up at the idea of meeting pegasi, but thought it more prudent to meet the legendary hero trainer and resident god. He nodded slowly as Syleste detailed the various hot spots around the camp. Should he decide between entertainment or business? Business. He squared his shoulders and drew himself up, just to seem a bit more presentable before he met with the deity of wine and madness. "I think I'd like to the Big House first, that's where your Oracle is kept as well, is it not?" He noted Syleste's hesitant air when she finally finished detailing the various locations and shared her belief. Erin most certainly wouldn't stick around for all that, not without incentive.

He smiled down at Syleste, even if she couldn't see his face. He assumed it was the thought that mattered, the sound of a smile in one's voice that the girl would appreciate. "Well then, lead the way Erin!" Logan said magnanimously, joking with a grandiose tone. He turned to her then, waiting for her to show the way. His other hand came up to comfortably pat Sylest's hand upon his wrist, assuring her that he wasn't going anywhere. Truly, her blindness did not bother him, but he didn't want to offend her nonetheless.

“Lead the way..?” Quirking her eyebrow in slight amusement to the words that he had chosen, Erin couldn’t help the gentle smirk that played over her lips as she turned her head to look over at him, a gentle chuckle falling through her lips as she shrugged her shoulders, “I haven’t heard that phrase directed at me for a number of years now… Most in the camp decided against such a thing since I began leading the last person straight into the depths of my father’s domain…”

“Oh..! That’s a [i]really[/i] good choice, Logan..! I’m sure that Chiron and the others will be really happy to meet you; I mean, we haven’t had any new campers in quite some time.” Practically bouncing up and down at the idea of being able to show him just where the Big House was and who lived there besides the camps director, Syleste quickly turned and began to make her way in what seemed like a random direction, the hand holding his wrist lightly tugging on it in an attempt to get him to follow along behind her, “And you’re right; about our Oracle I mean... The great Oracle of Delphi lives there as well, though she stays up in the attic almost all the time; the only people who get to see her are those chosen to go on quests.”

“Yes… because the old and rotting corpse of a mummy is the one thing in this place that everyone wants to spend all of their time with.” Crossing her arms over her chest seemingly un-phased by the direction that the pink-haired girl had chosen, Erin rolled her eyes in slight disinterest to the conversation that was being held though made no move to pull herself out of it, her dark eyes never once leaving the other girls figure as she let her take the lead, “The only times you need to go anywhere near the Big House is if you have a problem to bring up with the drunken God, or if you’re going on a quest… oh, and as you’re the councilor of your cabin; you’ll need to show up for those stupid meetings with the other camp leaders- they’re boring, trust me.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, but was undaunted. "Well, I trust you, Erin. If you're trying to persuade me otherwise... it isn't going to work," finishing his suspenseful statement with a broad grin. His back jumbled at the sudden change of direction and pace as Syleste pulled his arm excitedly. He almost thought it funny, with this weak-limbed and thin girl trying to pull him, but her energy gave her more strength than he'd given credit. Following her lead, he listened to both of the girls' explanations of the Big House. The only thing that had interested him was the Oracle. It had been a long time since Octavian had been the one sacrificing the stuffed animals and reciting false prophecies, yet Logan still thought that this Oracle was more of the real deal. He hoped to get a real and meaningful quest out of the whole experience.

"Why, do you have more interesting.. [i]skeletons[/i] in your closet, Erin?" Logan quipped, once again making a joke in line with her parentage. He grinned again, this time in, hopefully, shared amusement. At the sound of a god and quests his face set and his jaw clenched. It seemed neither were Logan's favorite subjects, but that was all one could tell from his face. "Gods should always be given the proper respect that befits their station!" Logan claimed piously, his Camp Jupiter upbringing showing.

“That drunken mess can hardly be considered a God; his own father sent him here to look after us as punishment for his own selfish actions, you really think he would care about us if he was still up in Olympus?” Narrowing her dark eyes slightly as she tore them away from her friends figure so that she was instead staring her cousin down, she straightened her back, making herself as tall as she possibly could beside the taller and slightly more imposing figure that was Logan; a quite small though obviously unamused smirk playing over her lips as she continued to challenge him on her opinions, “He did the crime; now he’s paying for it by doing the time… and the only way he will ever get my respect, is once he’s earned it. But then, I doubt that’s ever going to happen."

Not even bothering to give him a chance to respond to what it was that she had just said about the Camps director and Godly resident, she turned away from him, taking the few steps forward in order to close the gap that had been created between her and the bubbly young daughter of Morpheus, her hand reaching out towards the Syleste’s figure before she let her fingers gently brush against the back of her hand, her expression and tone showing that she was no longer in any mood to be trifled with, “Syleste; I can take it from here. Go back to your cabin.”

“O-Oh, but I-…”

“Go.” Bringing her arm once more back to her side, she watched on in silence as the pink haired girl reluctantly nodded her head up and down in response before hurrying off in the opposite direction, causing the dark haired daughter of Hades to once more turn her full attention back to where her cousin was standing just behind her; her eyebrow quirking slightly as her dark eyes slowly worked their way down and back up his figure, the young demigoddess once more sizing up just how big of a threat her new cousin actually was to her, “Now then; be sure to keep up with me, because I don’t care if you miss something that I’ve said- there are no stops on this tour, and I will not be repeating myself. So first; let me give you a little piece of advice cousin; enjoy this little honeymoon period while it lasts… it might not be Camp Jupiter; but you’ll soon come to realize that the camp, as well as everyone in it, aren’t always what they seem to be. Trust me- even those who seem like the most innocent of people; can be the ones capable of some of the most dangerous of things. Now come on; let’s go.”

Once again not even bothering to wait around for him to respond to what it was that she had been saying to him, Erin turned herself around on her heel, her hips swaying lightly from side to side with each and every step that she took away from both him and the Big House- there were so many places in the camp that she had to cover; and if she wanted to get it all done, and get back to the sweet isolation that her cabin offered to her, there was no way that she was going to waste time standing in one spot while he stared at some building for the next fifteen minutes of her life. No, she had better things to do, “Okay, dear ol’ cousin… you might be tolerable in my books, but that does not mean that I’m going to stand around answering any of your questions at the end of our little ‘chat’, okay? I’ll give you a rundown; but you need to learn the rest on your own- so here are the basics: You’ve already seen Half-Blood Hill and the Big House, they are just a couple of places to know. You also have the infirmary which is run by the children of Apollo, the stables which are run by the Demeter and Aphrodite children; and there’s also the training grounds where you’ll more times than not be able to find your children of Ares, and any other Neanderthals who like to fight with one another.”

Pausing in both her words and step for a few moments so that she could glance around her person at what there was left to tell him about, she narrowed her dark eyes ever so slightly, nibbling softly on her lower lip before her gaze slowed to a stop on one of the larger buildings with white columns standing tall out the front of it, “Right… you have the mess hall; for a long time there used to be a ruling that you had to sit at the table of your parent, however those times have long since been thrown out and you’re now allowed to sit with people you consider to be your friends. Other than that, you have the chariot course which get used at the end of every year; the last event before the campers who are only here for the summer go back to their family and their home. There is also the forest where the games of capture the flag are played, the obstacle course where you can test your strength and skill against other campers, the beach where a few of the yearly parties are held luau style as well as the bonfire nights, and then there’s the lake where you can more times than none find our resident seaweed-brained cousin.”

Being sure to keep her back to him as she slid both of her arms up the length of her body, she interlocked her fingers with one another before taking her time to tilt her body from one side to the other, soft clicks and pops sounding from her joints as she cracked them of any trapped air; her fingers lightly brushing away any stray strands of her long dark locks as she lowered her arms back down to her sides, “The most important place in the camp however, are the cabins. You will be staying in the cabin that Zeus built; it’s number one and you can’t miss it. From this day forward, this is your new home until you go and choose it otherwise; no one can make that choice for you… but remember, not everyone you meet is going to be all happy go lucky or even as welcoming towards you as Syleste is. So here’s just a friendly little heads up about some of the cabins and those who call them home…”

Coming to a complete and utter stop in front of her own cabin, Erin turned on her heel so that she was once more facing him with her intense gaze once more met with his own, a small and slightly mischievous smirk playing over her lips as brought her arms up to cross over her chest, “You didn’t officially meet him for very long, but Gideon is the son of Ares; they are very testy and have no issues picking fights with people who cross them or who piss them off. Griffin is one of the sons of Hermes; make sure you watch your back around them, they are notorious for pulling pranks. There’s a couple of people calling the Aphrodite cabin their home; though one of them is a transfer like yourself, Colt. If you want alcohol, or need to update your playlist, you should go see the psycho in the Dionysus cabin. When it comes down to issues or faults with any of your gadgets, weapons, or mechanical items; you want to see Ky over in the Hephaestus cabin- she’s the camps mechanic, runs the forge, and stocks the armory with all its weapons… Oh, and unless you’re looking to take a nap; I’d steer clear of spending too much time over at the Morpheus cabin.”

Moving backwards and up the steps so that she was instead standing up on the porch of her cabin, she leant herself against the post, her head tilting to the side slightly as she continued to stare at him, amusement flickering through her eyes for only a moment before her features seemed to soften only a smidgen, allowing a pause in her words to give them enough time to sink in, “..look, just be cautious of who you cross here in the camp; making alliances with other cabins can keep you ending up in the infirmary, under the care of the Apollo kids… any alliance that you make will also help you when it comes to things like the weekly capture the flag games, and even with the chariot races… if anything goes wrong; your alliance has your back. I’m sure it’s something similar to your troupe or your army, or whatever it is back at Camp Jupiter. Either way, just watch your step here…”

Logan scratched at the back of his head for a moment, taking in all the information that Erin had so succinctly provided him. He'd already had each building memorized, their placing and layout now known to him. His training had always told him that every detail, every inch of the lay of the land was important. Logan made a note to peruse the chariot arena at his leisure, though he was sure that would not be with Erin. The way she seemed glued to the pillar of her porch, this was her usual place among the camp. It seemed a shame that someone with her sharp humor would sequester herself from the rest of her fellow campers. He sensed in her something darker than being of the bloodline of Hades. He'd known a girl with a similar wry smile, a cynical look in her eye. What had been her name? Logan felt embarrassed, knowing a person's tragedy, yet forgetting their name. Yet, he had a vibe that he wasn't far off his guesses as the Erin's dark past and it only filled his heart with compassion for this girl that protected herself from the world itself.

"Of course it'd be number one, why would that change?" Logan muttered under his breath, not loud enough to carry to Erin. He'd always felt a twinge of jealousy for the children of minor gods and goddesses. They didn't have to deal with this sort of thing and could live relatively normal lives. But strong scented demigods such as himself?... Well that was a different story altogether. Not one for self-pity, he smiled at Erin, trying to think of a question that would be worth asking. "I think I'll be fine, Erin, not to underestimate your camp in the least. But I have faced far worse in my time... As for alliances, I don't understand, quite honestly. Do they train together, form battle strategies? Who is each alliance's leader and the name of their bands? Do they have ranks and are they justly gotten?"

Logan's inexperience with the Greeks was becoming more and more apparent with each question. For him, an alliance meant Cohort, commonly finding children of other godly parents fighting and working side by side. Here, it meant entire cabins coming together against one another, possibly even betraying one another to reach a goal. Logan hadn't even considered such a possibility and it was better that the callous Erin be his guide than anyone else at this camp. She would teach him the exact realities of this camp, before one of these alliances would crumble underneath Logan and set his aflame with rage at such deceit and lack of honor.

“Alliances...” Unable to help the frown that frown that crossed over her features as her mind began to quickly flick over ways that she could explain it to him, she turned her head off to the side, her gaze lowering down and away from him for but a few moments before she returned her eyes to meet with his, her body shifting slightly against the porch post as she slowly began the explanation he was looking for, “Alliances help you in many ways… they are there to help you train, yes; but they won’t go out of the way to come up with battle strategies unless you’re in with the Athena or Ares cabins. As I said to you before, they look out for you, and if you find yourself in trouble with anything ranging from another camper, all the way up to the Gods and Goddesses accusing you; they’ll stick up for you and have your back even if it means getting involved themselves.”

Pushing herself away from the post before taking the couple of steps down off the porch, she dropped herself back so that she was perching lightly on the top step, the palms of her hands resting against the wood and her head tilting slightly as she continued to look up at him, “The alliances are run by the leaders of the cabins that are in them; they meet up whenever they need to, mostly before games of capture the flag. There are no rankings; each member is as important as the next, parentage doesn’t even come into play. The only times alliances don’t matter are when the huntresses come to camp; everyone works together to beat their ass in the match… and during the chariot race when only members of your alliance are left. There are no hard feelings in being taken out by another member after that; it’s a race after all.”

Pausing for a moment so that she could think over any other details she needed to while her explanation sunk in, she shifted slightly, readjusting her lean back against the porch before she once more began to talk, “Alliances can be broken; but never without the leaders of those cabins speaking with one another. An explanation isn’t necessarily needed, but more times than none, one is given, even if the whole camp already knows what happened to cause it. Usually it entails fighting or threats due to some sort of disagreement in-house; though it can be anything, and it can happen at any time. Other than that; most of the alliances you make are made of those who are basically loyal to a fault, and they do what they can to keep the rest of their cabin in check... if they have siblings that is.”

Logan's brow also furrowed. There were no treaties, no signed plateaus of agreement? It seemed like a certain way to spell disaster among demigods. Logan knew only of those with loyalty to Rome and all her glory, nothing of personal loyalty except to his own Cohort. This was indeed a new experience and one he couldn't exactly get his head around. "But what advantage does that really yield? Won't more of these allegiances be made if the one you're a part of decides you're too good? Or an opposing faction gains too many allies as well? This sounds like it just invites chaos among the campers, rather than form an order to the madness... Does everything in the camp run this way?"

There were no ranks?! But then how did one know to show proper respect to one above their own station? To think of it, Logan had never seen a training ground other than the one he'd glimpsed with Erin... Did the Greeks not have an equivalent to the House of Wolves and Lupa? Stranger and stranger still for the former Roman camper. He figured that the first he would like to know would be the Athenians. Camp Jupiter had a lot of respect for these children, the great Annabeth whispered in admiration since the years of the last desperate quest. As well as Leo Valdez, and his monstrous air ship.

Logan seemed stumped and he clomped up the steps to lean against the post opposite Erin, completely at ease in her presence. The normal chill of the children of Hades didn't affect him in the least, the vibrancy of his life force hard put to be hampered by anything of the like. And he also felt that Erin might not dislike him as much as she would like him to believe. So comfortably, he lounged across from her, thinking through the information she had just imparted to him. "Can you challenge the leader of another alliance for control over their subordinates?"

She couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out through her lips at the thought of him going up and challenging one of the other leaders in camp for control- yeah, he was way out of his comfort zone; and it was going to be extremely amusing watching the son of Jupiter adjusting to life in the Grecian camp. Dropping her head back and to the side slightly so that her gaze once more met with his own, she shook her head lightly from side to side, the amusement at his lack of knowledge clearly written all over her features, “You’re playing with me right..? I mean, you can [i]try[/i] and challenge one of the other leaders, but it’s only going to end in disaster for you- the only ones who might not laugh in your face at the challenge are Gideon and Ky’ vie, but then even if you win, there’s no way that the people ‘under them’ as you say, will follow you.”

Shifting herself over the place in which she sat, she let her back rest up against the pillar she had been leaning back against not too long beforehand, her posture more relaxed than it had been since she had woken up this morning as she tried to think about how to explain it without calling him out as a moron, “It’s called respect and loyalty; they won’t go against their cabin leader; and if said leader gets hurt in the process, they’ll not only stay by their side, but they’ll also look at retaliation against you. There’s no chaos in the camp that has anything to do with any of the alliances; most of it is demigods just trying to have some fun, or getting into arguments with each other. This is how this camp works, you’re going to have to get used to it cousin; you’re the one who chose to make this place your home.”

Logan couldn't help but continue to be confused even though Erin's description started to paint a better picture of what he knew of the Grecian's. So there was a method to their madness, one of blood. It seemed that the cabins segregated themselves more than they themselves let on. He couldn't understand that kind of thinking without a reason that these people had earned their roles as leaders. Yet, if it came down to the oldest and most powerful of each group, he had a feeling he'd met most of those counselors that he would invariably have to barter and connive with. Except for one cabin, one that he dreaded to reunite with... Colt. The guy had left just a little before Logan had left with his friends on their eventually deadly quest. He didn't want to see that look of accusation that he'd tried to leave behind in Camp Jupiter.

"So are these positions given or earned? I know respect and loyalty, don't doubt that, Erin. I'm just wondering what gives these leaders the right to be leaders if they haven't been tested by their peers." Logan had a sneaking suspicion that Erin thought him a fool and he nearly reddened from that realization. Was it his fault that he didn't know anything about this place, his first day here? He forced himself to slow his heart rate, not trying to alienate someone he'd just met and connected with. "It all just doesn't make sense to me. They follow someone to the death and yet can betray each other when the day is done. They pull pranks on other campers and are allowed heated debates without repercussions except for personal acts of revenge... It doesn't sit well with me, not at all." 

Logan's hands had been braced behind him on the rail while looking at Erin and the groaning protest of wood as it splintered underneath his hands let him know that it was beginning to splinter underneath his hands. He consciously loosed the vice grip. "The only reason I came here was... Camp Jupiter no longer felt like home. " His voice was wistful and his eyes seemed to no longer look at Erin, instead looking back at triumphs, glories, and victorious quests that made up what he was as a Roman soldier. In a grand poof of dust, all that had been stolen from him, replaced with narrowed eyes and whispers of blame. The simmering embarrassment underneath the surface had frozen over in the remembrance of those faces. His voice had lost its friendly tone and was replaced by a shade of its former vibrancy. Now he merely seemed like someone very much lost and out of place, feeling it keenly in a new [i]home[/i]. "I won't apologize or explain my ignorance any more than that.. and I'm sorry for taking so much of your time with my pointless questions.

“Oh… okay, I get it. You think I group you in with the rest of the degenerates that live in this dump. That you’re some kind of fool who doesn’t know his left from his right.” Quirking her eyebrow as a clearly unamused and slightly disgusted look crossed over her features, she crossed her legs over one another before lifting herself back up to her feet, her arms lifting up to fold defensively over her chest once more- this guy had some nerve… she’d just sat there and wasted more time on him than she had on any other person in camp for weeks; only to have him stand there on her cabin porch giving her attitude. Well, that’s what she got for attempting to ‘connect’ with someone, “If that was the case, then I would have ditched your ass back at the hill, and made you fend for yourself. You’re pathetic questions about this stupid place, while wasting a lot of my time, were not pointless; and much to my disgust, I answered every single one of them… which in itself, should make you feel honored that I spent my precious time in your company.”

Taking a couple of steps closer to him and narrowing her eyes as she continued to stare up at him, she closed what little gap there was between the both of them, the shadows surrounding her cabin seeming to darken as the sound of both cracking and splintering wood filled the air around them, “It’s a mixture of both. But any leader of cabins that were given their position of power, have proven themselves to be worthy of it a hundred times over- they have got more in them than you’ll ever have [i]cousin[/i]; don’t you ever doubt that. We don’t have to prove ourselves to you; nor are we going to change to accommodate your perfect way of life. You may not understand it, but you now live here, and you’ll get used to it; I don’t care whether or not it sits well with you. The only way you’re going to learn about how things work here is by getting the hell off my porch, and going off on your own.”

Turning away from him altogether once she was sure that he had gotten the message, she crossed over the porch, her hand reaching out to take a firm hold of the handle before she yanked the door open, pausing just inside the frame, “Oh, and if you ever feel the need to pester me with such stupid and idiotic questions again; I’m pretty sure you have enough intelligence to find my cabin on your own.”

Logan felt a bit more of heat fill his face, but this was slightly different. Instead of anger, he felt even more embarrassed than before, but not because of his sudden rise in ire. No, he was embarrassed he'd fell for the bait and hook that was Erin's mouth, not her intentions. He'd read all of the surface energy right, but Erin was more than just the layer that was under her sneer and sharp tongue. Yet, her response seemed to contrast in ways that he suspected not even she realized. While she called the people around her idiots and the place stupid, she defended it with passion and genuine protectiveness. No one could do that without a measure of pride and love. And if Camp Half-blood could get the pissy Erin to stand up for it... well Logan had to give it the benefit of the doubt.

She also defended it's people, talking a large game before she even knew their opposition. Logan had felled many a powerful monster, even deities, in the never ending questions Camp Jupiter had sent him on. One after the other, only stopping for holidays or war games. Only what was necessary and anything that would hone his skills. He'd read scroll upon scroll, learning the weaknesses and names of monsters and divine creatures and beings alike that would harm his fellow demigods. This girl though that her fellow Grecian's had as much discipline, had sacrificed just as much as he? Many, Logan knew, hadn't. The few that did were probably the leaders she spoke of, the ones he would show respect, but only if it was earned. That was the proper way of the world, Logan knew. The son of Jupiter wasn't hard to get along with, being a good and friendly person and thought he would have no trouble after breaking the ice. Yet neither would he cow himself before people that knew nothing about him or his history.

"Yes, I think I'm capable of at least that much of higher level thinking.. You pretend to hate this place, but you don't, Erin. No one argues that much, gets that angry, in defense of a place they aren't vested in. I think that little tirade of yours gave me all the information I needed, Princess." Logan grinned again, regaining his humor as he titled Erin, though not in an insulting way. More in a descriptive manner, showing what he thought of what her opinion of her precious time would mean. He also turned, but stayed his foot for a moment, half turning to look at her. He hoped his next question wouldn't be telling, but he couldn't tell with a daughter of Hades... "The Aphrodite cabin... there should be a transfer there, goes by the name of Colt. Do you know if he's in the camp?" For once, his tone seemed hesitant, unsure. Something had finally unnerved the large man, shaking his well-earned confidence.

“Don’t dare try and tell me what it is that I do and don’t hate, bolt brain…” Her grip over the door tightened causing her nails to dig into the wood for a few moments of silence before she turned her head to the side, her dark orbs glancing at him out of the corners of her eyes- what was with this guy… he just didn’t know when to give up did he, “If you must know my story; this camp saved my God forsaken life, and gave me another chance at living… a [i]safe[/i] chance at living- if Colt and the others hadn’t of found me when they did; I wouldn’t be here… he would have killed me.”

Faltering slightly in her grip over the door she narrowed her eyes in slight confusion before she twisted her body around just that little bit more, her gaze flicking about the grassy area around the cabins before her eyes settled on one of the blonds that stood not too far away with a small group, “If you’re looking for Colt; he’s over there. Blond, pompous, full of himself- like your cabin, you can’t miss him.”

"Then don't try to judge me before you know me, skull-smoocher!" Logan fired right back, enjoying the little repertoire of banter. He wasn't normally brash like this, but Erin made it almost fun as he got over her usual behavior. Who was he kidding? It was fun! But not in the biting way she made it, but the teasing tone that Logan set for his jibes. He'd never had such camaraderie from the others, except for perhaps Nolan. Yet, as he looked back on it, he'd never known much about Nolan's life, except he had a girlfriend from camp, who was in the First Cohort, what was her name...? Aella, that was it. Daughter of Mars and a fierce fighter. With Logan's frequent absence from Camp, however, he didn't know her as well as he should have. What she must be feeling now, having lost Nolan. It was hard to look past his own grief that others must have been feeling the same way as her. 

"Colt saved your life? Kind of out of character for him, I'll be honest.." Logan said slowly, perplexed at this change of events. But he shrugged, figuring that all people were capable of altruism. "Well, I'll be sure to go find him and thank him for saving the best guide I could have ever gotten!" Logan said, with well-meant sarcasm. With a short laugh and a wave, Logan started off, but not towards his own cabin. He moved towards Colt, hoping to catch him at a good enough time to be able to draw him to the side and give him the bad news. Logan's face had a determined set and anyone from a military family would know that expression. It was set with grim finality and a duty never wanted, but necessary to the last. If only he had something better than the pendant he'd had grabbed as they fall. His fist had came away with nothing other than the air and this necklace, nothing he could've grabbed of Ashley's to save her...