[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Darkslategray]Deon Alexander[/color] and [color=goldenrod]Alan Carpenter[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Each other, Ky’ vie Morgan ([@Vicier]), Chiron and Dionysus.[/center]

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[Color=gold]“Ms. Morgan, control yourself..!”[/color] Chiron rebuked, an added sense of stress slipping into his voice as he lifted his hand up, rubbing lightly at his temple as the beginnings of a headache seemed to be coming on.

[color=gold]“The gods have no proof that you were the thief, Mr. Carpenter; but questioning the workings of the council is going to lead to no answers… even we are unsure why Lord Ares has chosen to accuse you of such a crime.”[/color] Sighing softly, Chiron took a moment to himself before he dropped his hand back down, his gaze meeting with that of the son of Hermes. [color=gold]“Lord Zeus has decreed that you will have one week to find, and to return the dove to Mount Olympus, wherein you shall then be acquitted of all charges laid against you.”[/color]

Ares. Of course [i]that[/i] would be the god that had it out for him. And he only had a week to find one single bird in not only Earth, but all other godly places where the real thief could have stashed it. Percy believed Hades had Zeus’ master bolt in the Underworld, who wasn’t to say the thief might have kept it there or in Hera’s garden or in someplace of the like? There was literally too much ground to cover in such little time. He was no Percy Jackson. Hell, he only even ever spent summers at the camp, just a few months at a time.

Knowing he would regret his decision before he even stood up, Alan crossed over to Deon who had become preoccupied with nursing a small lump on the back of his head, thanks to Ky' vie. Though the young Ares boy didn't seem to be bothered much beyond that by it.

[color=goldenrod]“He’s your father…”[/color] Alan said to him quietly, trying to keep the conversation between the two of them. [color=goldenrod]“If you can just talk to him… tell him that I didn’t do it… You said yourself that I’d be incapable of something like that…”[/color]

Deon shrugged his broad shoulders and abandoned rubbing the back of his head to instead run his fingers through his hair. He'd get Ky' vie back later. And then there were those other two girls who called him out... whatever.

[color=darkslategray]“You kidding me? And miss all of this play out? Naw man. You’re on your own for this one.”[/color] Giving Ky’ vie a careful glance (as she still had the winners ring), Deon side-stepped around Alan, putting him between the two of them. [color=darkslategray]“Besides, that bastard hasn’t talked to me in years. Doubt I could change his mind about what bitch he’ll knock up next let alone who he’s got in his head stole his main bitches stupid bird.”[/color] Deon shook his head, though it was in slight awe. [color=darkslategray]“...so many bitches.”[/color]

Alan sighed, his shoulders hunching forward and his head hanging a bit lower in defeat. Well… it was worth a try, but he really didn’t expect anything less from the prick King of camp. Giving his profile back to Chiron, his eyes and heart heavy, he asked the question he both knew the answer to and dreaded to hear.

[color=goldenrod]“What happens if I can’t find it? I’m no Percy Jackson, Chiron.”[/color]

[color=gold]“Then I’m afraid dear boy… that you will be subject to the wrath of Lord Ares…”[/color] Chiron’s voice was soft and full of bereavement as he spoke the answer that was playing on everyone’s mind… Though he would never admit it aloud; he was angry- furious at the gods decree that a child of their own blood would have to suffer such torment thanks to an accusation that just wasn’t true in any way.

The camp was supposed to be a safe haven for young demigods; a place where they could both learn and train in peace- to hoist such a mighty charge on one of them without proof, and at the penalty of pain and torture… he just couldn’t fathom their choice…