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 | Azariah Willow Child of Hecate * Camp Entrance |
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Azariah was a long, long way from home. Not that she had a problem with that.
A gentle poof of a stick accompanied the hardy crunch of boots walking through snow. In the form of a stout woman, Azariah strolled through the woods one winter morning. Today was the last day of the year, and she was spending it on the move. Once upon a time, that would've made a bit more sense, given that people traveled for holidays. But this? Oh, no, this wasn't even the same country. This wasn't the United States, and getting a passport took some time. Of course, navigating a whole new country whose language she didn't speak certainly didn't help, nor did Hecate being Hecate about the whole situation.
That fact made Azariah grin, for all it was worth.
She used her staff to periodically blow away any falling snow, shoving it this was and that way with a bit of telekinetic force. She did dress for this weather, with thick pants, a heavy parka and some wool gloves. Though, where Azariah was from, it usually didn’t snow this much in winter. She considered just turning into a bird and flying through the trees to avoid a lot of it. The only reason she didn’t was that, allegedly, the gods were laying close attention to this area. And by extension, so would their kids. She didn’t want to turn into an animal in case some demigod with a magic bow came through thinking she was an easy sacrifice.
Azariah had to wonder what they were saying, back in that small town where she never seemed to want to leave. He never went to college, where are they going now? Why didn't he tell anyone he had a job- Was it a job? There wasn't any real reason to fool them, her mom or dad or anyone else in town, about where she was going. Azariah could've just told them she'd been putting money away to move out somewhere and lied about where. Telling people why wasn't an option. Though, it was more habit than anything that she'd left them all completely blindsided. It just happened to go over her head.
The gate came into view.
Walking up to it, it didn't seem like it was magic or made of fancy god metals. There was a keypad on it, and putting two and two together -Hecate's suggestions making two, and this making four- Azariah stuck her thumb on the fingerprint reader. When the gate opened for her, there were so many people milling about at this hour. She assumed they were demigods. After all, it was a pain in the ass to get here, and there was no way in all hell that every last one of these people were Greek by nationality alone. There were cabins in the distance, loudspeakers up around the place, and looking off into the distance... Was that just a literal coliseum? There were cabins everywhere, and they all looked pretty distinct from each other.
Azariah picked a direction and started walking towards the closest building, the main hall.
 | Marlen Ross Child of Apollo * Camp Entrance |
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There exists a point where someone has too much of a good thing. When the medicine for what ails becomes the poison and should therefore be withheld. Apollo had once told Marlen that they should just do what they felt they needed to do for themselves, and as a god of medicine and general well-being, it was hard to argue that he had a point. But that was years ago, and Marlen considered Apollo to at least have some sense in his divine head. He told Marlen that there was a place for their kind, the demigods from all over Earth, and framed it in a way that made sense: It was good for a person to change every now and then, and socialize.
It wasn’t hard to reason with Marlen. Both them and Apollo knew that much, and though he wasn’t very hands-on throughout their life, he’d been watching like any godly parent would. He watched Marlen coast from place to place, hopping trains and seeing the world, and knew that it was healthy for them. They were a strange kid who eventually grew up to be a strange adult. Their own needs were something they valued highly, being on the road so much, so Apollo knew just how to convince them without any serious arm-twisting. Getting here from the United States presented its own problems, but gods as their witnesses, Marlen pulled through.
For the last two months, they'd been a stowaway on a passenger ship. Marlen was lucky that they hadn't completely sold out rooms aboard it, and even luckier that this one happened to cross hemispheres. A day after the ship had cast off, Marlen just approached a worker, wearing stolen clothes, and told him there must've been a mistake because his room and keycard weren't ever given to him. The worker was, of course, too damn busy to scrutinize. So he just escorted Marlen to an empty cabin and took down some basic information. And just like that, Marlen had blended in and was able to eat food and sleep in peace. It felt so weird getting away with that, they had to wonder if Apollo had asked Poseidon to just brainwash the guy and let it be.
That ship landed in France, several countries away from where they needed to go.
It took another month to hop trains and cross through valleys, jump over rivers and navigate towns with different languages, to end up in the right country. From there, it was another week to get to this snowy forest. All of that was Marlen's life for years, so it was like clockwork to them. Anyone else probably would've taken a week just to find where this place was, let alone make it here in person.
All to end up before a metal gate with some weird contraption out front. Marlen curiously touched it with their gloved hand, and it beeped. They pulled a pan flute out thin air and swatted at it to make it stop beeping. The gate slid open, and Marlen came to the conclusion it was some sort of security thing, like all the gates and checkpoints used to keep people from going somewhere they shouldn't. They'd had to deal with a lot of those, especially here on this continent where public transport was way more common.
In they went.
