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[h1]Logan Murdock, [color=darkred]Colt Winger[/color][/h1][h3]~Cabin Ten - Camp Half-Blood~[/h3]
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Logan steeled himself as he caught sight of Colt among the throngs of people milling about in front of the Ares Cabin. A familiar horse sent a chill down his spine. The mare was a sight he hadn't thought he'd ever see again, identifying it as Aella's favorite mount. Now what could she possibly be doing here?! He hadn't spoken to her since... well since Nolan's death and he had no desire to bring the issue up with her. If there was one person from his old group of subordinates whose wrath he didn't want to face, it was hers. Colt on the other hand, he felt as if he deserved a bit of an explanation. He had no idea his sister was dead and it was Logan's duty to inform him, as her centurion and her lover.

He trotted past the gawkers and bystanders to easily catch up with Colt, even with his armor and items jingling all the while inside his pack. He slowed just before he truly came abreast of the son of Venus, who seemed more at home here at the Greek Camp than he ever had in New Rome. He only hoped he could achieve the same level of familiarity in his new home... but that seemed like a faraway prospect. Right now, there was just one order of business he had to take care, a nagging loose end that needed to be cut off. He finally fell in step with Colt as they passed Cabin Eight, Logan clasped Colt's shoulder to get his attention. "Hey Colt! Long time no see.." It seemed as good as any way to get the conversation started.

So many people he had to deal with today. First the two boys asking if he knew anything about the mount outside of the Ares' cabin, which he had not. Then he had to get an explanation to the Athena children as to where Archer was. As he did not know, he had given them his best guess then told them to fuck off. Pushing his sunglasses up to the top of his head, he squinted his eyes, peering around the camp. He was looking for Arianna, to hopefully get her to head to Kiran to take her meds since he knew that she most likely hadn't taken them today. Not seeing the familiar blonde around whatsoever, he turned and began walking back to his cabin. 

He felt a sudden hand on his shoulder and he immediatley jerked forward, pulling out his chakram which he always kept stashed in his coat. Heart throbbing, he looked up to recognize the red headed Jupiter child from California. He sighed, but he didn't put the chakram away. "I don't know whether to ram this damn thing into your throat or put it fucking away..." He raised an eyebrow at Logan. "What the hell are you doing here, anyways? Finally decide that fucking California Camp isn't god damn worth it?" Colt laughed and raised an eyebrow. 

Logan hadn't expected such a visceral response from Colt and in the same moment that the child of Venus's hand disappeared to his waist, his own sword was out and ready, having taken a step back in case of a sudden attack. Even as Colt turned to look at him, his sword was pointed to the center of his almost opponent's chest. As he noticed the hard edge fall away from the blonde, he allowed his sword tip to lower and then come to rest diagonally across his hips, tip towards the ground. The fact that the demigod would dare to draw a blade on another was ludicrous to Logan. He didn't want to have this conversation while weapons were drawn, but the son of Jupiter felt more secure with the blade in his hands, ready to parry or deal a blow in return. "You know what would happen if you followed through with the former of those two options. Sheathe your blade, Colt." Logan said in a certain tone, the voice of a man that knew the most efficient way to kill. His tone wasn't grim, but it was cautionary. A soldier of Rome never took anything for chance.

"Not quite, but I've transferred here for reasons that will soon become obvious..." Logan had forgotten how volatile the young man could be. It'd been more than a year since he'd seen or spoken to him and the absence hadn't helped his language, or attitude. Regardless of his personal feelings, Logan knew he had to follow through with his convictions and knew that this course was the correct one. "I just need a few minutes of your time. Is there somewhere we could talk away from prying eyes and ears?" Logan wasn't one for such discretion, but this news was private and didn't want any of the campers  to overhear. A few had begun to gravitate towards the pair, the sight of drawn weapons between two demigods an occasion to gawk and start suspicions. He sheathed his own blade and with a guiding hand on Colt's weapon arm, Logan began to lead him from the main body of cabins and campers. This gesture was two-fold, showing he had no fear of Colt and his weapon, but also to dissuade any attempt to use it.

"It's not a blade, dipshit," Colt said. "It's a chakram. It may have blades on the outside, but it is different not shaped like a sword if you can fucking tell." Jerking his arm away from Logan, Colt stashed the chakram back in his jacket and shoved his hands into his pockets, drawing up his shoulders near his ears to hide his face from eyes. Colt lead Logan back to the Aphrodite Cabin and snapped at the two girls that were in there, "Get out." Both jumped down off their beds and walked out, smiling and winking at Logan as they went. Rolling his eyes, Colt turned to look at Logan, an exasperated air about him. 

"Welcome to the Aphrodite Cabin," Colt said, throwing his arms out wide. "It's nothing like you assholes up in Zeus or Jupiter have or had, but it's at least home." Leaning up against one of the beds, Colt sucked in his cheeks and looked at Logan with raised eyebrows. "I'm shocked you would ever want to leave Camp Jupiter. No one is really going to respect you here, whether your Zeus's Roman couterpart's child or not. You're just a Roman to them here. It'll be awhile before people will actually respect you." Colt was purposefully dancing around the subject that Logan wanted to bring up, because if Logan wanted to talk to him specifically, it couldn't be good. He knew the dude hated his guts and only tolerated him because he dated a half-sister of his that he hardly knew nor cared about.

Letting out a sigh, Colt shook his head at his own stupidity. "Whatever. Let's just get this over with. What the hell is so important that you have to drag me away in the middle of camp and find a place to hide before you actually tell me what you need to tell me?" Colt crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the boy, waiting for a response. 

"If it cuts and kills, I consider it a blade, or edged. Never took you one for being so literal." Logan smiled good-naturedly and sheathed his own blade as he followed Colt. It seemed he was leading him to Colt's own cabin and any worry he had about such a location was soon dismissed. The retreating, yet still flirtatious girls who nearly made Logan blush, left quickly. It seemed being a counselor in this place held a certain amount of clout. Colt's demeanor did nothing to encourage Logan, but he forged on anyway. "Thank you... and you know I don't like luxuries, I've lived as much on the road as in camp."

He moved over to lean against a wall, not too far from Colt, but with just enough distance for a margin of safety. He rubbed at his chin with an empty hand, before deciding how to answer Colt's observations and impatiently given question. "I like to earn the respect of my allies, I'd think poor of the Grecians if they trusted me out of hand. But, I didn't come to talk of that, as you've guessed.." Closing his eyes briefly, Logan took a steadying breath as he pushed off the wall to stand, weight perfectly balanced between his two feet. Suddenly defensive, he crossed his arms, but just as quickly lowered them until his hands clasped each other worriedly. This was the most uneasy he'd ever felt, other than that fateful day.

"Your sister, Ashley, is dead, Colt. Shortly after you left camp, in fact." Logan did not how else to say it so opted for frankness. He said it quickly and in a monotone, as if it would help keep the pain of his personal loss from bubbling to the surface. It did not and before he could continue, Logan had to clear his throat past the ball of emotion that had collected. "Ashley, Nolan, and I were on a quest to exterminate a group of monsters collecting near the borders of Camp Jupiter. We were overrun, the information collected by the camp's agents was wrong, or outdated, and we couldn't hold them back. So we retreated to the edge of a cliff and... I split the rock shelf from the rest of the mountain-" Logan would have continued, but his throat was suddenly choked and he could speak no longer, his forefinger and thumb coming to pinch the bridge of his nose, pulling at the corners of his eyes to stall the flow of tears. Soldiers of Rome did not cry, did not mourn long since passed death, and Logan tried to keep to these ideals, but found them hollow and lackluster in the face of his overwhelming grief.

[i]Ash is dead?[/i] Colt stared at Logan in silence for a few moments. He and Ashley were never close, but he knew that she had been a lovely girl, very kind, very stubborn, and very beautiful. Colt sank down onto the bed. This was a reason why he did not want to hear Logan's news, because he knew it couldn't be good. Colt couldn't think of anything to say. The guy dated her for the longest time and now had to tell him that she was dead. That was almost as bad as reliving the death itself. Colt let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. His hand did not shake with grief, as it would have if it had been a close sibling. Tears did not come to his eyes. He did not mourn his sister. 

"Thanks for telling me. I'm sure I would have found out eventually, but it's better to hear it from someone so close to her," Colt said, his voice, normally loud and overpowering, quiet and refined. "I'm sorry for your loss, Logan. I know how much she meant to you." Taking another deep breath, he stood back up and rested his hand on the wall. He didn't know if anyone else had lost anyone, and he never meant to find out. He couldn't deal with anyone crying, whether it was a guy or a girl or whatever. He couldn't even stand whimpering dogs. 

"Is that all you needed to tell me?" At the risk of sounding rude, which he normally was, so it wasn't that big of a deal, Colt asked this question. He was fairly busy and needed to get stuff done for the day, and he couldn't spend most of his day with a blubbering fool over something that had happened in the past. He and Ashley were not close, whatsoever. She did not deserve to die, but he would not mourn her as Logan would. 

The shock of Ashley's sibling not even to seemingly care about the death of his sister brought Logan out of his reverie. How could Colt not care, not a lick, about her untimely death? This was a surprise and somehow, it made Logan's opinion of the guy fall even lower than his language and rude behavior ever could. It seemed... heartless, if ever was a more fitting person for the label. His hand slipped to the hilt of his sword for a brief moment, his grip bone white... but then it fell away in resignation. He couldn't seem to stay angry, or any other kind of emotional state, these days. The death of his true love had stolen away that vibrant fire of life the son of Jupiter had once boasted.

"Yea... that's it," Logan said brusquely, drawing up to his full height before offering a small dip of his head. His eyes never left Colt's, his eyes now the color and gleaming quality of flint as he turned to leave. In his emotional void, he hardly remembered opening the door, nor his grip bending the metal of the handle in his supernaturally strong grip. The door shut with a loud bang, startling eavesdropping children of Aphrodite, who quickly averted their gaze from Logan. Not many could hold the stare of someone in his state of mind or his daunting air of skill. He stalked past the rabble and continued on to the perimeters of the camp, needing to walk and let off this steam. Out of habit, he pulled out his phone and called his voicemail, listening to the last message Ashley had left for him. How could two siblings be so different? Logan pondered this question for a long moment, before walking to a more secluded area of the bay. Hopefully he'd have a chance to scream his brains out, but it was the middle of the afternoon and there were demigods fooling around at the pier. So not likely.