As he approached the Camp gate, Osée took a moment to regard those ahead of him. Certainly an eclectic crew of individuals, although what else could one expect from the children of the divinely different. He had been considering a more direct circumvention of the entrance gate when the loud call of another newcomer drifted over to him from nearby as he moved forwards.

[color=FAFAD2]"Anyone home? Hellooooo!"[/color]

The loud call, tinged with an almost singsong tone, brought a slight laugh to Osée's lips as he pressed on. It was certainly not how he would have dealt with the issue of getting through a previously unknown obstacle, but after weeks of travel among those who showed only their darkest intentions, the forwardness was refreshing. It didn't hurt that, as he drew closer, the woman seemed as charming as any he'd met. Perhaps he would have to get used to that in a camp of Godly heirs. By the time he had caught up though, the gate had opened in full and the trickle of newcomers were met passed the gate by existing residents.

The camp itself was a surprise for Osée, if not an unfortunate one. His mother had impressed upon him the importance of representing her well, of not bringing shame to her. To ensure such, he had faced many trials on his way to the Camp and had half expected to find some sort of divinely enhanced military camp full of demigods crackling with power and challenges right on the doorstep. Instead it looked like a Summer Camp with a few extra hotel stars thrown in. He could work with this.

He paused in place long enough for the general greeting to the camp to be given, then watched for a moment as smaller groups formed, greetings were exchanged and plans made among them. He had travelled light, as was the nature of someone moving through the seedier underworld of international travel and so had little issue with luggage, gently patting his shouldered hiking pack. His time of introspection was interrupted a moment later by the arrival of one of the camp residents approaching him.

[color=c9bef3]"Hello there,"[/color]

Snapped free of his internal thoughts, Osée looked towards a young woman who moved, quite purposefully, through the crowd to meet him. He had felt some prickling sense of being watched a moment before, and now he was certain she was the culprit with how intent she seemed. This was another matter that he might certainly refer to as not unfortunate. He had a habit of coming across as withdrawn when making first impressions himself, so at least the plunge was already made. Even as she moved, parting the crowd as she needed, she had a clear sense of presence. He might have almost felt small, were their size difference not so comically in his favour.

[color=c9bef3]"You looked like you might be in need of help and I have been known to be helpful a couple times in my life. "I’m Blair, and this ... You, no doubt, already know—Is the hellhole that is Camp Athens."[/color] Even if her eyes glinted with danger, Blair, as he now knew her to be, had an infectious laugh and he couldn't help but mirror it with a slight rumbling chuckle, before dipping his head slightly in greeting.

[color=#D22B2B]"Osée Baptiste, and do not worry [i]cherie[/i], I have dealt with far worse hellhole's than this."[/color] When Osée spoke English he did so with an unusual blend of a Southern French and Capetonian accent, the two most prominent areas of his upbringing laced through the syllables, although his French was 'pristine' Tourangeaux. His father had his own regional accent almost literally beaten out of him during his time representing the French people and he had passed on such lessons to his son, even if Osée himself now found the idea distasteful. What snippets he caught of other conversations drifted to him, of Demigod meeting Demigod, it seemed fashionable to express your divine parentage as means of a greeting, but for now, he simply carried on with the more 'normal' conversation, particularly as another woman addressed Blair, one who looked rather worse for wear at the moment.

[color=A8516E]“Please. Tell me ya’ fuckin’ jokin’. It can’t be a fuckin’ hellhole.”[/color]

[color=D22B2B]"The Mamsel here may be in more need of your rarely offered help."[/color] Osée smiled between the two women with another slight laugh, before adding. [color=D22B2B]"I am thinking we should be finding at the least a coffee, perhaps something to eat."[/color] He offered in a manner that suggested he was looking out for his fellow, and apparently struggling, new arrival, but he was certainly famished himself and not acting entirely out of altruism.

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