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[color=B7B7B7][h1]Dorian Underwood[/h1]

Location(s): The Big House - Camp Half Blood; New York

Interacting With: Everyone in the Big House; Pierre [@MarshiestMallow][/color][/center]

[i]I swear I was kidding.[/i]

Just as Dorian [i]jokingly[/i] asked if there were anymore surprise claimings and Mr. D shooed them out of the door he heard the loud sound of thunder. He knew it wasn't Zeru since he was off getting ready for Erin's quest and unless Levina somehow found out she was replaced on the quest it wasn't her. As everyone crowded over to the door and noticed the screaming blonde with a bolt of lightning over her head Dorian just wanted to get through and get back to his cabin so he could finish packing. But he knew that with his frail frame against these warrior demichildren he stood no chance of forcing his way through. So he did the only thing he could do. He used the shadows.

Dorian attached himself to the shadow of one of the many quest-goers in front of him. Someone would likely feel a slight chill down their spine as if the grim reaper had attached himself to them. It would only be temporary as he would move on just as quickly. If anyone looked down they'd see a moving shadow scurrying across the camp ground. It stopped in front of Ryley for a moment and wait was that a huntress? The inquisitive shadow was curious about what was going on with camp today, but instead of stopping it decided to continue on its way taking a turn and heading towards the cabins.

Dorian's shadow made its way to the cabins and was closing in on the Thanatos Cabin fast when it screeched to a stop and pulled a quick reverse before stopping once again in the Morpheus Cabin. Dorian had remembered at the very last second that Pierre was supposed to be going with his quest group to Atlanta. The pale and slim young man rose from the ground like a shadow vampire and walked to the door giving it a good knock. Of course a vampire has to be let in.

[s][color=B7B7B7]"Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?"[/color][/s]

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[center][h1][sub][i][color=ff4d4d]Cyrus Ray Starr[/color][/i][/sub][/h1]
—   [b]۵[/b]    [b]۞[/b]    [b]۵[/b]   —

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[b]Location:[/b] Edge of the Forest; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
[sup][b]Interacting With: Octavia Ramírez-Arellano [@Vicier][/b][/sup][/center]
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Cyrus could tell that Octavia wasn't entirely convinced of his suggestions, but he hoped the two siblings would be able to find some common ground. He had seen what it was like for demigods to continue to bottle up their feelings. It either led to them hurting the ones they cared about or getting themselves killed out on a quest because they couldn't stay out of their own heads. Though the likelihood of that happening for a child of Ares was slimmer as their anger tended to fuel them in battle, but it was still rather costly. He wished he could personally do more for her and Talon and maybe he could. Maybe the how to the equation will come to him later.

His thoughts left him the moment Octavia placed her head on his shoulder. He was meant to calm her, but her touch had a way of doing that for him. He was a guy that was always racing off into danger or to help someone in need, but whenever she touched him everything about him became as still as an undisturbed lake. Cyrus wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her just slightly closer to him before resting his own head on hers and listening to what she had to say about the events of the morning at camp. The gods were yet again blaming a demigod for one of their stolen possessions and one who wouldn't or couldn't have stolen it in the first place. The last time something like this happened the King of the Titans was behind it, but Cyrus doubted Aphrodite's dove would give a Titan the power they need to fight the gods unless that wasn't the point at all. Like Octavia said the death of Erin would cause a war and the Underworld would be joining the demigods against Olympus and a war like that would have mass casualties on both sides. Was that this thief's endgame? The death of the gods and their children?

He lingered on the thought for a bit until Octavia lifted her head from his shoulder and brought up her ex who had just so happened to be here in Camp. That calm stillness inside him? Gone. And he didn't understand why the thought of Octavia possibly getting back with her ex made him uncomfortable with a tightness in his stomach. He couldn't have been jealous. He and Tati had a fun thing going and he and Octavia were just friends... Right?

Cyrus leaned upwards and back against the tree to take everything in, including her expression as she gazed into his eyes. [color=ff4d4d]"Wow... I really did miss a lot this morning. I'm confident Erin will be fine. She's stronger than even she gives herself credit for. I haven't smelt Thunder Breath for a while so I'm guessing he went with her. If we're taking bets I'm calling they'll finish in five. But as for Aurelius... But it's been what, three years? He didn't tell you he was coming?"[/color] He wanted to ask if she still had feelings for him, but he had to remind himself that it really wasn't his business.