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Idris had never met his father before just now and already that god had made him angry.

There was much about their first meeting that Idris was willing to let slide.  He wasn’t mad that the first time he met his own father happened in his mothers restaurant, twenty five years after he was born, without the courtesy of a ‘hey kid, I went out to get a pack of smokes and got lost on the way home’.  Idris got it.  His dad was a god, and gods were busy doing whatever things the gods would do, and if the stories about his father were to be believed there were likely many demi-god half-siblings out in the world which would make it difficult to visit them all.  Idris was also not angry that his father had seemingly enveloped him in a blinding flash of light, and teleported him halfway around the world seemingly in an instant.  It saved him money, energy, and he did not have to worry about screaming babies on the airplane.  Idris was angry because he could not tell his mother that he was going to be going away.

For all he knew, his mother would be getting a call from their usual clients in a couple of hours letting her know the restaurant was closed.  She would try to call him but, judging by the lack of bars on his phone, the calls would fail, and she would think the worst.  The restaurant would remain closed as she made it her mission to find him and would suffer day by day.  All because his dad had big plans.  Idris shook his head as steam poured from his nostrils, his eyes wide and crazed.  It was evident that his father had thought of everything to get him here, as evident by the bag on his back, a suitcase in one hand, and his Olympic Recurve bow in the other.  All prepared before he was even in the restaurant, all ready to be sent alongside him, and yet his father did not even consider how Idris would react to not having the chance to say goodbye to his mother.

The dick waltzed into his life after twenty five years and everything he did was still about him.  The fucking nerve.  Idris rolled his eyes in disgust.

Idris shook his head as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the notepad he would have used to take orders during the day, and pulled the pen out of the same place.  He wrote a quick note to his mother.  

[color=D87093]“Mom.  Dad stopped by and needed me to train for something.  I will be at a camp, I don't know where or when I will be back. 

PS: Dad is a dick for sending me off before I could say goodbye."[/color]

Idris folded the paper and then stuffed the paper into the gaps in the frame of the bow, and then placed the bow on the ground.  He began to walk towards the gate and reached his hand out towards the thumb print reader, when suddenly a single lute note played out.  He felt his bow in his hand again, and he looked down and saw that the note was now missing.  [color=D87093]“Divine fucking intervention,”[/color] Idris muttered as he pressed his thumb into the sensor, rolling his eyes as he did, and shook his head when somehow the gate opened.

Idris took the first step forward as he continued to ruminate about his father.  Yet as soon as he was walking along the path inside the compound he could feel the warm air around him suddenly appear.  It wasn’t like he wasn’t prepared for the cold, he just came from Halifax in winter and it was a cold day there today.  Thus, he had on a heavy winter coat, fingerless gloves, a scarf around his neck, and a hat on his head.  He would’ve been warm regardless, yet the air here was noticeably warmer than it should have been.  Idris stopped moving forward as he tilted his head to the side, before looking side to side half expecting to see some other person practicing some weird magic causing that sudden change yet none would show themself.  His eyes slowly returned back to the front and lingered there for a second before they squinted.  [color=D87093]“I mean gods are real so,”[/color] he paused as he exhaled and shook his head, [color=D87093]“strangley warm air is normal,”[/color] he began to resume his walk forward, [color=D87093]“god I hate this place already.”[/color]  

As Idris continued forward his eyes flicked from side to side searching for any sign of anyone else, and after a second he caught sight of a small group through the passing trees.  His eyes latched on.  From what he could tell from the distance they were standing around some structure, maybe a kiosk?  He couldn’t make out much at this distance so he returned his eyes to the path ahead.  Idris saw that he was approaching a clearing of some kind, and his ears told him there was a large gathering ahead.  It wasn’t until he hit the edge of the trees that, to his horror, he realized that there was a party happening.  A chill ran down the length of his spine.  That would mean that there was likely alcohol, and music, and the possibility of a karaoke station did not escape his mind.  Memories flashed across his mind of him standing, one arm around the shoulders of a stranger and the other gripping that mic while a voice unknown to him belted out Dad Rock.  The smiles all around him, everyone having a good time, and the yearn in their hearts to do this again.  Idris hated that.  He would do everything within his power to avoid going to the party tonight.

Idris’s eyes shifted back to the kiosk, and the group assembled by it.  He saw there was a tall, one armed man, helping a smaller woman pick something out.  His ears caught some mentions of cabins, selections, but not much more than that.  Was that how they picked where they lived?  He raised an eyebrow at the thought, a kiosk?  Really?  He rolled his eyes.  Of course it would be magic.  Was there anything mundane to this place, or would he be rolling his eyes every single day he was here?  Something deep within his gut told him it would be the latter.  

The warmth of the area began to get to him.  It was downright pleasant out inside the camp so as such, he placed his bow down and took off his backpack placing it down next to it.  He pulled the scarf off first, and pushed it into the top flap of the backpack.  Then, his coat came off revealing the unbuttoned button up shirt overtop a maroon shirt.  He then got the backpack back on, draped his coat over his one arm, while the other grabbed his bow.  Idris looked back at the two by the kiosk and decided to at least get in line to see if he could figure out where he himself would be staying tonight.

Idris took a few heavy steps first to try and announce his presence while keeping his eyes inviting, the last thing he wanted to do was spook a demi-god who might not know how to use their power.  It would be just like hiking through the woods if a bear is in the area where you’d make enough noise to let the bear know you are there and keep it consistent enough that you don't startle it.  He stopped his steps as he was within talking distance with the two.

 [color=D87093]“Hi,”[/color] Idris paused as he gave the two a moment to register his greeting,  [color=D87093]“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but did you say that device is how we pick out where we’re staying?”[/color]