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6 yrs ago
Current "Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point.
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7 yrs ago
The word homeowner has the word "meow" in it. Good luck pronouncing it correctly ever again. You're welcome ^.^
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7 yrs ago
When everything seems wrong...something goes right, and it changes darkness into light, and makes the shadows a little less daunting.
8 yrs ago
People cry, not because they are weak. It's because they've been strong for too long
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8 yrs ago
the bad thing about being bullied is that every time it happens it steals a little piece of who you are if it happens enough little by little you become a little less of who you were meant to be.

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Magnolia was a large city, growing as its population did, the merchant city never seeming to end if you looked in any direction. It's ordered chaos was something Sasha loved- even if it meant having to keep a close eye on the very curious toddler of hers. In recent times, the city had seemed to gain back something it had lost, the unease around magic seeming to fade away into the background in the face of tolerance. In the face of science and technological development, the city had prospered, as humans found a way to adapt without magic. But Magnolia had always been known for its Magic, and the loss of that…. Well, Sasha was happy to see the development of the city and the way it seemed to be healing. Just like them all.

Grabbing Faith’s arm before the girl could dash off, Sasha gently guided her towards the festival grounds. As they walked, the buildings of Magnolia slowly seeming to transform from more medieval to modern ones, Sasha couldn't help the feeling of peace slowly washing over her. The Central path had never had its named changed, and Kardia Cathedral seemed to dominate the area. “Remember last time you ran off, Faith? You nearly had an icy bath in the river. You will hold my hand, and stay close.” She said to her daughter- a part of her still couldn’t fathom that. Daughter. Her child. Shaking her head, she continued towards the Cathedral. “Come on, lets go see your Aunt fight. See her kick some butt”

Faith giggled, tugging at her hand, and Sasha nudged their way gently through the crowd, letting the crowds cheer and wonder at what was going to happen wash over her, and fill her with happiness. The general festivities, merchants taking advantage of the crowds, many foods stalls and the magic vanders were astounding to Sasha, and she took it all in with pride.

As they neared the cathedral, Sasha slipped in through the crowd, scooping Faith into her arms to ensure she wasn’t hurt by the jostling crowd. Shifting, she moved over towards where the rest of the guild was sitting, settling Faith just as the battle seemed to be getting underway.
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@Kale19 Hey mate, I think the character is quite an interesting one, and I'm curious to see what will happen with them. I can see you are enthusiastic, and I do have to admit we can be quite a daunting group of players- I still get scared of the massive coded mess of a CS we have XD

I'm gonna say yes, and congratulate you on finding us!

If you do have any questions at all, we are always available, and don't stress on not having much time, we all have lives, and respect that all our players do. We do ask to keep in contact, and that's why we have a discord, which I believe you've been sent by Vicier! It helps us all stay connected and is a lot easier to manage on the go than the site ^.^ Hope to see you there, too!



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Alone, Kalinda tided up and took a few moments to herself, stepping outside the medbay and letting the sun hit her. Chaos ran around her feet, but for the moment Kalinda ignored the fuzzy tube sock, closing her eyes and leaning back against the wall. She drew in a deep breath, and let her thoughts wonder as they wished. For a moment, she didn’t try to control anything. There wasn’t much she could control these days, except her self. And even then, she struggled there. She sighed, turning her head towards the sun a bit more, letting the warmth of it wash over her weary body.

As her mind wandered, it seemed to give her just what she needed- or perhaps it was telling her to read a story she hadn’t for a while, but the small poem- always drawn to them, Kalinda never could seem to forget one- seemed to flood her thoughts. They won’t tell you fairy tales of how girls can be dangerous and still win. They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin.

I guess to them its a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly where she was doing, when she invited the wild in.
. As it seemed to trail away from her, Kalinda let her eyes open, and leaned down to pick up the ferret, who squirmed in her grip. No, fairy tales were just that, stories made up to show the happiness in the world, for who would want the darkness? There was darkness in them all, Kalinda knew, and perhaps thats why her feet took her towards the Hades cabin, and the graveyard.

Part of her was always drawn there, whenever her thoughts drifted to the past. She hadn’t ever got her mother a tombstone, or even a memorial stone. She should really do something about it, but…. She couldn’t bring herself to do so, not when she’d been such a disgraceful daughter… Shaking her head, Kalinda tried to turn her thoughts away from that dark, spiralling tunnel. She was a healer, not a destroyer.

Sometimes she wished she believed that. Stopping out from the Apollo cabin, she paused for a few moments, before stepping inside- returning Chaos to her cage, she flicked a glance towards Viv’s room, but was unsurprised to see it empty. Whatever was happening, Viv was still- perhaps facing Mr D’s wrath- at the big house. Hesitating another moment, Kalinda was soon continuing on her way, the sun shining on her bare skin- knowing she ought to take its comfort, but unable to do so, not just yet.

Slowing as she neared the Hades cabin, draw in a breath and turned towards the graveyard. Hopefully no one would be there, too busy with other things in this fucked up day. And Kalinda could get this little ritual over with in solitude.



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Relieved to hear his sisters voice, Pierre relaxed slightly as he made his way into the cabin, crouching slightly as Prince trotted up happily, the small puppy-sized dog wagging his tail enthusiastically as Pierre patted him for a moment or two, flicking a glance at the food and water bowls to make sure they weren’t empty. He’d have to check if they needed supplies for the animals, and made a mental note to do that later. Shifting, he looked towards Adeline, not surprised to see Ce-Jay with her. The fox always seemed to be near, even when you could have sworn it wasn’t mere seconds before.

Well, he supposed that meant the fox wasn’t getting into too much trouble. “I heard, not a quiet one, Mr D.” He said lightly, “sometimes I’m surprised that the outside world doesn’t hear him.” He set his things down, flexing his fingers lightly, knowing he ought to make sure he hadn’t hurt himself on the tower, but finding himself instead sitting- and letting himself relax. It wasn’t like he was going out on any quests or jobs.
“Wonder whats going on, why is there more quests happening after earlier? Seems really strange.” he mused, before sighing. “Well, I suppose we won’t know the answers.” Shaking his head, Pierre ran his fingers through his hair a little wearily. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to keep things interesting in camp.”




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Michael didn’t think he’d spoken loud enough for anyone to hear, and he ducked his head slightly in embarrassment, first his outburst this morning at the tower, now this… He shouldn’t let his emotions get the better of him, not if he was to keep his wits about him. Particularly on a quest. Which, despite the unlikeliness of it, he was going on. What was worse was that Mr D had, in fact, got his name right. Which was, rarely, a good thing. It didn’t seem like he had displeased the God, but you could never be too sure with Dionysus. You could think you had escaped unscathed, and then he’d get you.

He didn’t realise he was holding his breath until Mr D made it clear they were dismissed, and he let it out slowly before making his way out of the big house- but paused a moment, not sure what to do. He assumed they’d meet up at the stables, or the tower grounds. Some place common. He hesitated for a few seconds, before starting back to the cabin he shared with is siblings. He doubted he’d be able to take Moe with him- the big dog simply wasn’t anything but conspicuous. Part of that was Michael’s fault- he needed to get into the dogs training, but always seemed to get distracted by other things. The big fluffy goof ball would just have to stay behind on this mission.

And Michael would feel better about leaving if Moe was there, to give his siblings and the camp some extra protection if needed. Things just didn’t seem to be right, a little bit of…. Wrongness all around them. And clumsy though Moe was, he could be ferocious when people he cared about were in danger. Much like Michael himself. He wasn’t surprised when the big dog came trotting up happily, tail wagging as if he’d been called for food.

Running his hand through the dogs fur, Michael took some comfort from the dogs presence as he turned towards the Athena cabin, thinking on what he would need. There were many good things about being a child of Athena, perhaps the most useful when leaving the camp was the mere fact he could pack light and adjust to any weapon he acquired on the go. Moving to his room, Michael grabbed his backpack, and methodology began to pack it, grabbing a couple of changes of clothes, paper and writing utensils, the small first aid kit he kept, both for himself and Moe. He paused, thinking on what else he might need. He could stop and get some travel food from the kitchens, and he could stop by the Iris cabin to see about getting access to the communication network.

Never leave home without a means to call for help, or have a way back. On that thought, he grabbed his compass, and began to riffle through some papers, frowning slightly. Finally, he came out with a small collection of maps, looking over them before nodding with satisfaction and putting them in the pack. Moe lay over the threshold to his room, and when he rose, tail wagging happily, Michael glanced to the door, watching as Niesha came into view. He turned back to zip up his pack, before turning to her, sliding one strap over his shoulder.

“Apparently I’m g-g-going t-to Australia with s-s-ome of t-t-the others on a retrieval.” He said softly, giving a shrug of his shoulders as if it was nothing. Why he had been chosen, he didn’t know. All he was good for was critical thinking- and the only reason he had some skill in fighting was because of what he’d inherited from their mother.

“Figured as much, the camp is going to be pretty empty it seems, with a lot of us going on quests.” Niesha said, “You taking Moe?”

Michael shook his head, as the big ball of fur wagged his tail faster at hearing his name. “G-Got no idea h-how I’d t-take him w-with. B-buh-better to leave h-him h-here.” He said, leaning down to give the dog a good petting. “B-besides, h-he’s b-better here. It’s all h-he knows.” Michael wasn’t good at lying, and had to hope that his sister, who knew him better than he knew himself, wouldn’t see through his words. He glanced to her, giving her a small smile and a shrug. “T-t-think it’s t-time to p-put the books away, Ness.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say that, Mikey. You once said books are life” Niesha said, a little teasingly, and Michael fell silent for a few moments, deep in thought. There were times when Niesha could be surprisingly innocent, despite her tough exterior. She didn’t like letting people in, afraid to lose them… being at the camp was good for the both of them, but there were some things Michael knew they both had to face.

“Sometimes we have to do things we’d rather not, Nessie. We can’t be caught unawares because we’d rather be doing what we prefer, then what is necessary.” He said in a soft voice, looking back to his sister. How he wished things could stay the same, even for a little bit. [color=00A99D]“We have to be what is needed, sometimes.”]/color] And that meant sometimes stepping out of their comfort zone, and…. Perhaps it was time to stop hiding in the shadows. Michael gave Niesha another smile, reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder for a moment. “D-don’t f-forget to w-walk Moe.” He lay a hand on the dogs head for a moment, “you stay with Nes, Moe.” he told the dog, who seemed a little confused but didn’t follow as Michael started out of the cabin, shrugging the other strap over his arm as he walked.




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Michael wasn’t too sure what to make of the sudden changes to the groups, and the missions. Just what was going on? Was this all an attempt to keep them confused? Or was it simply just a coincidence? Michael wasn’t sure if there was any such thing as a coincidence- everything could be connected and often was. What was the likelihood? For a brief moment he considered doing the mathematics, but decided there was too many variables for him to do so here. So he merely waited, instead he turned his attention towards just where they were going. Braeside Ranch. He had to wonder just where it was- there were a few Braeside’s in Australia and evn one in New Zealand that he was aware of, and he sighed softly.

There really wasn’t much point to thinking things through if there wasn’t concise information. Well, Michael would just have to focus on what he could control, and that was himself. Sometimes Moe. He paused as Greyson spoke up, frowning slightly. Two? Who else was not coming along? Glancing around, he recalled that Levina had been named. So were they going to replace Levina, or would she show up? It wasn’t his place to say- it was all up to Dionysus and Michael could almost say with confidence what the answer would be. Dionysus would chose whatever was easiest for himself, and hunting down a missing camper would just be time consuming for the God.

Either way, it wasn’t something Michael could control. It had been a while since he’d gone on any sort of quest, and a part of him wondered why so many were going on a search and rescue, but in the end, it just meant he wouldn’t have to talk too much. He could leave that for the others, and instead focus on what he could do without making a fool of himself. And that was plan, and react fast. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Michael wasn’t surprised to feel various objects- pencil, dice, pen, a rock or two, dog treats… He often forgot they were there, until his hands brushed them.

“W-what a f-fucked up d-day” He muttered to himself, idly pulling out a small cube and moving it around his fingers.




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it’s okay…

The voice, perhaps his own inner voice, seemed faint against Talon’s anger, seemed to almost be a whisper against the tormount of his emotions, his hate filled thoughts and delusions. Talon wanted to turn away from it all, but the draw to that voice didn’t seem strong enough. He gritted his teeth, his hands once more curling into fists as he struggled against the anger. Always struggling against the anger, the hate, the distress and violence. He didn’t want to be angry all the time- and a sudden rise of hatred exploded towards his father- towards Ares, towards the fucking slime ball he had been forced to be raised by. And against the mother that should have protected him, that should have made sure he was safe. No one had ever protected him, and his early years, the majority of his life, had been spent being punished for one misdemeanor or another.

Terrified and abandoned by the people who should never have scared him, never have left him. He’d left them, left them because if he hadn’t, he doubted he be here today. Which wasn’t exactly saying anything. Talon turned, burying his face into the pillow, as if a childish attempt at hiding could comfort him.

it will be okay… just breathe.

Talon closed his eyes tight, the voice that seemed to be his seeming to break a small path through the anger and the hatred- and the fear underneath it. He wasn’t angry at Octavia- he knew that, but he couldn’t help but feel angry to her, as well. She’d turned away, when he’d been trying… He knew that he was being unreasonable, but for a few brief moments, he didn’t care. Talon dug his fingers into already tender palms, not caring if he got blood on his bed. Wouldn’t be the last time.

He drew in a deep breath, and held it for a few seconds before letting it back out. He didn’t want to be angry, but he couldn’t seem to fight it, he never could fight the anger. It was more apart of him than anything else, and Talon didn’t know how to fight it. It had been the only thing keeping him going, for so long. Again… . As if prompted, Talon drew in another deep breath, holding it for a few seconds. Talon’s hands uncurled slightly,and he buried his face in his pillow deeper, letting the breath out- inadvertently warming his pillow for a few breath seconds. He tried to get ahold of his thoughts, tried to rein in his anger, yet as always it seemed to constantly be just out of his reach.

Failure.

That’s all he ever was, was a failure. He couldn’t even run away properly, both times he’d been caught- by the fucker that had masqueraded as his father, and by the camp itself. He knew that his life was better- it couldn’t have been much worse- than it had been… but the words, the beatings, the utter hate still flooded over him… failure… not a man… hopeless… worthless. Now, come on, you know that’s not true. Talon gritted his teeth once more, and drew in a third deep breath, letting it out slowly.

He sighed heavily, sitting up on the edge of his bed and running a slightly bloodied hand through his hair, not caring. He took a few seconds before he stood and started towards the window- no point running into any of his other siblings- before opening it. He glanced towards the ground, before he swung himself over the window seal and to the ground, crouching to negate the shock of the landing. He wasn’t too sure what he was feeling, or even where he was going, but he just knew he couldn’t be in the cabin any more. He couldn’t be confined any longer, even if it was just his room.

He had known a room that felt like a prison… and didn’t want to ever feel like a room was one again. He started to walk, shoving his bloodied palms into his pockets and sighing again. He tried to keep a rein on his emotions, a part of him still thinking that it was a hopeless task. As he reached a tree, Talon took another deep breath, leaning against it and sliding down, dropping his head into his hands.




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Making his way back to the surface, Pierre let his thoughts wander, almost intentionally but the truth was it was easier to just let his mind process things how it wanted to. While there seemed to be quite a few options for what Corona wanted, Pierre still wasn’t certain it would be something that could function without a lot of work. Shifting slightly as he waited for the lift to rise up the numerous levels, Pierre almost couldn’t stand the waiting. Tapping his fingers against the side of his leg, Pierre frowned when the doors opened and Dioynsus’s voice was echoing over the grounds.

Two quests? Just what had he missed underground? He shifted, starting out of the elevator and towards the cabins, deciding it would be best to check up on Adeline. He was sure she was alright, knew that she was more than capable, but he also knew that he would never quite be able to stop himself from checking on her every so often. And he would also need to make sure that Prince wasn’t getting in trouble, either.

What could there possibly be a need for two more quests, after the debacle that was this morning's festivities. Had Erin received her quest information, or was she still getting it? Had she even gone to see the Oracle? A part of Pierre wondered what would happen if she didn’t. Would the gods attack her here in the camp, a place that was meant to be safe for them? Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, Pierre glanced ahead of him. What a crazy fucking day. A part of him was wondering if this was some crazy dream- was his abilities going hay wire?

He had won the tower- by taking the chance while everyone else was distracted. The Gods were trying to blame the most reclusive member of the camp for stealing from one of them, and now two quests. Seemed nightmare material, really. He almost reached across to pinch his arm as if to see if he was awake, before sighing. Would those quests take care of most of their numbers? Was this a part of the gods' schemes? He was trying to make sense of things, when there really was no making sense, at least with the very limited answers they had at their disposal.

They would just have to have hope and faith that things would work out, but Pierre couldn’t help but feel a shadow of foreboding. So, for a while, all he could do would be to ensure he did his part to make the camp safe. As he neared the Morpheus cabin, he slowed, “Adeline?”








"I am certain that it would be a very lovely visit- of course, you might find the curiosity of a six year old to be rather.... enlightening. That is, of course, if my daughters are allowed to come as well." Visiting other guilds, while something that Jamie was interest in, knew could be daunting for smaller guilds. There might be friendliness, but many people found a powerful mage, without ties, visiting could be hackle raising. But it could also be educational- seeing different guilds, how they lived, existed, the magics.... It was becoming explicitely clear that magic was growing, old, forgotten magics coming back, but also different branches of magic. Witches. Wixards. Mages. And then there was science and technology, grown so much in the last few decades...

Well, Jamie wanted to leave the world a bit better then she had come into it. She hoped she instilled that into her members, her family. And She hoped to give that to the people, in this time of tentative magic, the return of it in the open... and hoped to stop it ever breaking again, like it had. There was so much Jamie wished to do. And part of the ability to do so was here, with Jack and Priscilla. She glanced between them, a small smile on crossing her features, before she gathered some papers, her satchel and slinging it over her shoulder before stepping towards the door, and into the main foyer of the guild building.

Next time, she knew, it would be better to meet at one of the other guilds. Sharing the power, it was something Jamie was becoming accustomed to. Trusting her friends, once more, was something Jamie embraced. For without trust... the world was a dreary place. SHe looked back at Jack's words, couldn't help the smile turning into a grin. "I thought you'd be excited, and while I wish I could take credit, other then paving the way, i nevertheless have no issue passing the condemnations onto my guild. And this is something the town needs. To have faith in magic again is something that will take time, but... it's good to bring positive vibes once more."









"Perhaps after the fight, we can help access what level you would be." Jarvis said, shifting and grabbing a lacrima, setting it in place where it couldn't be seen, taking a few seconds to adjust it so it couldn't be seen. "Yes, you are. If we don't get to access your level before you decide to go on a job, there are some rules. You must have someone of the appropriate level- if it's a B level job, you need B level or above to accompany you." He said, "For now, go enjoy your first activity with the guild"









"I... N-no luck?" Michael asked Gabriel as he drew closer, overhearing the conversation between his brother and the Celestial Spirit. A flash of guilt flashed through him, knowing that he ought to help- but he'd reached a dead end. There was only so much connection between their various spirits. He shifted slightly, looking to Gabriel, who sighed heavily.

"Might have a line on Virgo." Gabriel said, "Got some things to go through" He ran a h and through his hair, wearily. "Loki says I need to find another key soon... But I'm going to need sleep before I do anything. And to make sure I'm not going to get myself killed."

"Well... I... um... I-i-I... I'll t-t-t-t-try to h-h-h-h-h-h-help... I... m-m-might b-be on a j-job though... " Michael grimaced, looking away, hurrying to explain, feeling guiltier by the second. Gabriel gave a shurg, "It's okay, Mikey. I'll be fine- plus it isn't like I'll be helpless. Go."





Michael ran down the street towards the train station, pack slung over one shoulder, awkwardly trying to get the other strap over his other shoulder. With a bit of uncordiantion, he managed to trip, landing heavily on one arm as he came flying towards the ground. Grunting, he rolled onto his back, taking a few seconds to let breath come back to his lungs before he struggled up, slidding both arms through the straps and taking a slower run towards the station, feeling more than a little embarrassed as he did so.


Location:Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With:Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Dionysus (@Vicier), Vivian Lucasta (@metanoia), Greyson Davies & Sawyer Lockwood (@Moro), Anzu Ito (@Pyxis), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), Zane Blacklight (@Theyra),
and Arthur Keller (@Zenritch).
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Michael sighed softly to himself, wondering if he ought to invest in something that might make him a bit more noticeable. Or at least less likely to be ignored. Not that he minded, except... well, it just seemed like no one had even heard him speak. Zane just asked the same question he had... Shaking his head, he tried to put it past him, instead grimacing as he realised that the annoucements prior had, essentially, told them their teams. Right in time for Dionysious. Falling silent, Michael absorbed Dionysus's words, frowning slightly.

A child of Selene? Or some conenction to her... MIchael's frown depeened. Even a connection to Selene could be dangerous, the Goddess could cause Lunar Lunacy... Well, they would have to be careful. He shifted a little awkwardly, thinking still. He wasn't entirely sure what use he would be. Still, there was no arguing and he simple nodded, content as always to let others lead.





Interacting with:@Vicier Kep





"Probably just hasn't had enough attention lately." The words were out of Imogen's mouth before her brain had even finished processing them, and she reached up to cover it with her hands. Her eyes widened in horror as she realised what she had said, and she looked about, as if expecting to be told off, or perhaps struck by lightening. Relaxing slightly- and realising that Kep has said something similar, she let her hands drop, bitting her lip anxiously. She had to be careful- they all did- but... they were safe in the camp. Did it really matter what they said?

She sighed softly and shook her head, "Why they think Erin would steal Aphrodite's Dove, I don't know. Probably misplaced it and can't remember where she le-" There she went again, letting the smart-mouth out. "I mean... ugh... Erin has to find the dove, I think... prove her innocents.... " She trailed off, grimacing. "It's fucking stupid"


Location:Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With:Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Dionysus (@Vicier), Vivian Lucasta (@metanoia), Greyson Davies & Sawyer Lockwood (@Moro), Anzu Ito (@Pyxis), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), Zane Blacklight (@Theyra),
and Arthur Keller (@Zenritch).
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Michael followed after Greyson, wondering just want they were being called for. As they reached the big house, he glanced around at the others milling there and frowned. Ten of them? He glanced towards a girl he didn't know- and Remus back? Michael tried to furiously think what was going on, but it seemed futile. There was so much happening, and everyone seemed to still be reeling from that mornings events. He sighed softly, shoving his hands in his pockets and trying to seem inconspicuous. As Dionysus opened the door, he looked towards the God, and with another soft sigh, he headed into the room with the others.

Shifting, he let himself relax against the wall, but couldn't shut his mind down- theories, thoughts and questions springing inside his head, desperately seeking answers to questions that couldn't be answered, not until there was more information. It was a constant battle to understand, and Michael just wanted everything to make sense, for a few moments, so he could know what to do. There was a reason why he often sequested himself in the cabin, and it wasn't just his social anxiety. Overstimulated... it just made things worse. And yet, you couldn't avoid life for ever. Mildly amused as his thoughts seemed to align with what Dionysus was saying, Michael brought his gaze towards the God.

His amusement however didn't last, as he digested the information Dionysus had given them. Recover missions. And larger groups then normal. Was Dionysus worried, or were there just extenuating circumstances that made it necessary? Frowning, Michael waited for Dionysus to continue, but after a moment or two, and as Vivian started to say something but couldn't seem to come up with anything, He said softly "H-have y=you p-puh-put us in t-teams, and w-who are the l-leaders?" Information. It was always good to have it, and they couldn't really prepare for anything until they had that. And someone had to do it- and Dionysus seemed to instill fear in some of the others, which Michael found a bit perplexing. Dionysus was, as many might put it, an ass- but despite that, he had never seriously harmed a camper- at least to Michael's knowledge.
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