[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Camp Half-Blood[/center]
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Whatever she had expected a camp next to the Long Island Sound and halfways covered with strawberries was not it. Why were there so many strawberries? Why was there one big house on the hills? Why were there so many cabins and was the guy in the wheel chair another demigod? Did old demigods end up like him? Questions burned and blazed about Athanasia's mind as she tilted her head, her pale hair swinging behind her slightly. There was just so much! [color=SlateBlue]"Year round? Why? What about school?"[/color] There was an eagerness she couldn't mask. If she didn't have to go to school! Though the reality that her mother would never, ever allow it squashed the thought as soon as it came to that particular realization. Ryssa took education seriously and woe betide anyone who got in the way of that view. [color=SlateBlue]"Can we ask questions now or is Mister Grouchy right and we have to wait?"[/color] Her black eyes danced with amusement as she beamed a charming smile at Chiron. When first meeting someone it was always good to make a first impression the best one.

Which was ruined by the ground shaking with a good deal of force. Startled Athanasia drew a few steps closer to Arthur, before the ground began to open between the two of them. Well having faced down a trio of Cyclops, flew in on chariots pulled by peguses and not exactly the most trusting of the good intentions of the world 'Ash' did the prudent thing and stepped delicately behind Arthur. He was the Co-president and thus more expendable than she. Not that she would ever tell him that! Peering around the year older boy, she studied the skeletons that crawled from the hole. They weren't scary, she had seen bones before, but it was slightly unnerving. Tilting her head she frowned. [color=SlateBlue]"Arthur, you have a glowing thingy over your head."[/color] Which for some reason seemed rather interesting to many of the people about them. Soon Ash found herself holding a human skull, and watching the skeletons sink back into the earth. [color=SlateBlue]"Skalle?"[/color] She muttered frowning in a fair bit of confusion and tossing the skull a bit.

"Oi! Toots! I aint a tennis ball, ya know? Going to rattle my eyes out of my sockets! The name's Tony Charlies Ruzpun. Will you stop tossing me?!"

Athanasia tilted her head as the skull talked with no tongue and a moving mandible. [color=SlateBlue]"You are more chatty than my friends. A very chatty, chatter-box."[/color] Though her attention switched to study Marygold with a thoughtful look. If she shared a godly parent with Arthur that meant....

"I got a name, ya know?! Tend to like people using it! I could have been a contender! One of the great! Then I would have been known in every household! Will you stop tossing me! I'm going to get a headache!"

[color=SlateBlue]"You are just a skalle, Chatters. And skalle are generally [i]silent[/i]."[/color] Muttered Athanasia with a glare at the skull as she stopped tossing it up and down in thought. Thankfully the poor disembodied head had enough sense left in said head to hear the edge in the girl's voice and shut his trap save for minor mutters about the fact he could have been great. Turning her gaze to fix it on Arthur she tilted her head in consideration. [color=SlateBlue]"So-?"[/color] It was a shock, and she wasn't exactly sure how to process having another potential sibling? Unless there were two gods who commandeered skeletons and skalle? But it was Arthur and he was a solid co-president of the Hell Raiser Committee. Tapping her fingers along the skull's noggin she ignored the complaints and studied her counterpart. [color=SlateBlue]"Would someone explain why he had a glowy thingy over his head? And do we have the same god for one parent? Where did the skeletons come from? Are we above a graveyard?"[/color] A burst of questions rushed out as Athanasia couldn't contain them, with good reason. [color=SlateBlue]"And why didn't my [i]mor[/i] say [i]anything[/i]?!"[/color] Athanasia snapped finally feeling that betrayal of information kept from her most deeply. Enough that she slipped into the tongue of her mother and the swedish 'mor' for the term of mother.