[hr][hr][color=9966cc][center][h1]James Wolfe[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Aella Stedford.[/sup][/center]

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[color=OrangeRed]“Child of Pluto- you Grecians tend to call them children of Hades.”[/color]

[color=9966cc]Child of Pluto? But Hades was-[/color]


[color=OrangeRed]“Camp Jupiter is not a ‘space demigod camp’ as you so put it. It’s a camp similar to this in ways, but also vastly different; we can live our whole lives there… it’s a camp for Roman demigods.”[/color]


[color=9966cc]Of course! Jamie nearly palmed at his forehead. Just like religion for people in the “normal” world, there were different variations of the gods the demigods came from. Hades, Zeus, Poseidon… they were only from one viewpoint in this whole not-so-mythological world. So did that make Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter like different religions? There had to be others out there. He knew that the Egyptians worshiped certain gods, though Ra and Anubis were really the only ones he knew about. Was there a camp Egypt out there somewhere? Or was that not the same thing? Still though, the moment Jamie had become aware that he was a demigod and was claimed by Zeus himself… it sort of stamped out any further thoughts that there might be other gods out there. Having a god speak to you in the flesh would do that to anyone, he supposed.


Shaking off what he assumed was a rather dumb look he was giving her as he processed the information, Jamie stuffed his hands into his pockets as to give them occupation and averted his gaze, finding them happening upon the now empty obstacle tower that had been teaming with activity just short of a few minutes ago.


“That… makes a lot of sense…” Well… it did, and it didn’t. Really, it only caused more questions, but Jamie couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth on the matter any more than he already had. No point in continuing to embarrass himself by his lack of knowledge the rest of the campers probably already knew. Being a child of Zeus was hard - so much was expected. Zeus - the King of the Gods… and yet he managed to sire a boy who didn’t know one camp from another. Genetics were weird. But not as weird as he felt right now, knowing that the woman was staring at him as though she were expecting more out of him. Hell, even he was expecting more out of him. This wasn’t him! Back home, he was one of the most popular guys in school - Social, fun, outgoing, the football star that carried the high school to two different championships! Now why didn’t any of that count towards being a child of Zeus?


“So… if Marcel is a child of Pluto… what does that make you?” He supposed there were better ways of asking who she belonged to, but with everything else swimming around in his mind, gods knew he couldn’t think of one.[/color]