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Arthur Stanford






Location: Dinning Pavilion -> Armory -> 1F




"Sounds like a wonderful idea to me." Checking out the armory was bound to be cool. He'd never really considered weapons as a very interesting thing before, but now that their were apparently lots of things that very much wanted to eat him, becoming acquainted with different armaments sounded like a practical idea. He had his black iron dagger, but he didn't know how proficient he'd be with a close range weapon. Sure, he was a fit enough person, but he felt as if keeping his opponents at a distance would be a safer option for him.

Following after Kristin, he decided to ask about her preferred fighting style. "So how do you fight? Swords or bows?" The largest disadvantage he could think of that would come with ranged weaponry would be the limited ammunition. He'd hate to find himself in a fight, and unable to protect himself because he'd spent all his bows. That was the primary advantage of close range combat, he supposed; sure, he could run out of things to load in a bow, but a sword would never run out of being a sword.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Babylon Fortress Cairo, Egypt
Skills:N/A


Knowing that Nancy was at least aware of their currently location was good, letting him scrub that from his list of worries about the current situation. Nodding between Gio and Gil, he agreed that risk minimization was a good idea; choosing the path of least resistance would help keep things from growing needlessly complicated. Just as he had that thought though, it seemed things had grown more complicated; people were suddenly panicking all of a sudden. He figured that, perhaps, the group could infer that a Destruere was certainly here. They were supposed to cause chaos and fear wherever they go, and the ensuing scene certainly seemed to be quite chaotic.

Bart nodded at the Hat as he started off to inspect the Fortress tunnels. Wanting to be useful he said, "I'll follow along with you, see if I can't be of any help." Stepping off after the Hat, he smiled. This would be a chance for him to do something good and impactful. Ever since his training ended with Evelina, and her subsequent disappearance, he'd felt off. To him, it seemed as if he now had a debt to make up, blaming himself for the course of events that led to her being lost to them for the time being. Anything he could do to make up for that would be good, and this seemed like a good place to start.
Arthur Stanford






"Oh so the Roman Gods are real too?" Arthur asked, "I thought they were just bad fanfiction of the Greek gods. Huh." This made him pretty curious about what other gods were real, and what that meant for the Abrahamic religions. He had more pressing things to pay attention to right now though, over the ontological nature of the gods. He cracked a smile at her nonchalant way of addressing the toxic nature of this "Ambrosia and Nectar" but did take note of that fact that apparently they could heal him if things went... poorly for him in the future.

He did note from her talking though, that he certainly had a lot of history to learn. Things must've been happening at this camp for a while, things that, even if were irrelevant to him, would never the less be very interesting to hear about. Modern myths, they sounded to be, and that sounded like one of the coolest things he could learn about. For now though, it sounded like they'd be making a trip to the armory, and though he did already have his knife, he wanted to see what kind of things they had for them to use. "I'd like to see that, yes." He responded to her, nodding.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Babylon Fortress Cairo, Egypt
Skills:N/A


Bartholomew listened to the orders that Gio decided to give him. He was a bit surprised that Gil hadn't taken charge on giving such orders, but he was of course going to listen to either of them. This did however, set the tone of the overall mission; reconnaissance through and through. To him, this was the sort of mission he was best suited for. Neither of his powers were particularly suited for direct combat, and even if he was skilled enough at this point to defend himself, that didn't make him feel safe around the things they were supposed to fight. However, just looking around and blending in was much more his speed. In fact, as he considered this, an idea came to him for how he might be able to blend in.

"I stick out pretty badly as well." Bartholomew started to say, as he took a chance to pitch an idea, "I could grab a body that fits in better, might make getting around a bit easier." He knew there were inherent risks in using powers, especially like his ability to possess, so the risk analysis was something he wanted on the table. This wasn't the time or place for him to make a snap decision like that without discussion, assuming they had time to entertain the idea. He figured this was a "no stupid ideas" kind of situation, so he'd throw out whatever ideas he come up with.
Arthur Stanford






"Thing's aren't bad." Arthur said quietly, looking over to Krisin and smiling at her as Ash walked away. "I mean, I'm still reeling from everything going on, but I think I'm going to be alright." He straightened himself, and stood up, looking at her. "I'm afraid I need to join my half-sister though, if you'd like to join me. I don't think I caught your name though?" As he said that, he started to stand up, and walk towards the Zeus table.

Following after Ash, he gave a curious look at the apparent daughter of Zeus. As he looked at her hair, an errant thought ran through his head that perhaps being the daughter of Zeus helped her hair stand up. This was, of course, not something he'd ver say out loud, so he kept his mouth shut as Ash introduced herself. Afterwards, he cleared his throat and said, "And I'm Arthur, it's a pleasure as well." He looked back towards Kristin, hoping she'd be following after him. "I certainly want to get a look at that armory, see what we can get." He smiled, nudging Ash gently.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Babylon Fortress Cairo, Egypt
Skills:N/A


As Bart walked into the scorching heat of Cairo, he was briefly reminded of his inaugural mission, in which he was also accompanied by the Watch. Even though that was only a year and a half ago, it felt like a life time to him; as if he was a different person than when he had first came to this city of sand. For the love of God, he hadn't even been able to heal at the start of that mission, though that was among the most superficial of differences. It seemed this new visit would be the staging ground for what could possibly be another major paradigm shift in his life. If Giosue was correct, then they had one of the most useful weapons they could possibly ask for in this war with the Destruere; their removal from the shadows, and into the cold light of day.

Bart felt like he did actually have several important clarifying questions to ask, given the potential danger of the situation. "If we see it, are we to engage? If not, and it starts attacking, do we flee or strike back?" He asked, looking over to Gio, but even more so at their resident combat master. These felt like good things to have firm answers on, to make sure they wouldn't need to come to a joint decision in the heat of danger. The last thing they needed right now was any kind of disarray to pile on top of the already existent clusterfuck they'd found themselves in. His eyes floated back over to Sophia, and he figured her ability might be of particular use. "Maybe we should have Sophia see if she can sense anything that might be a Destruere?"


Athanasia Theroux & Arthur Stanford


Location Hades Cabin





The Hades Cabin was gloomy and Athanasia studied the black walls from her perch on a blood red coffin shaped bed. Her fingers absently tugging at her lower lip before she gave a sigh. This entire camp was odd, to say the least. With a climbing wall that spewed lava and falling rocks, a lake filled with naiads, satyrs, and dryads filling the hills between here and there to name a few of those oddities. For someone who had grown up trailing after a mother who enjoyed oddities, Athanasia had thought herself well acquainted with such. Apparently not, she was forced to admit. Considering her mother, Athanasia felt a good deal of ire that Ryssa had kept this information from her. How could she, when it was appearing to be so very important? Monsters were trying to kill her, now people were whispering. And not in a good way! Standing up, the tiny ten years old paced as she thought to herself before considering the other person within the cabin. "Did you know? Suspect?" Athanasia demanded shortly, a disapproving pout on her face. "Arthur." Now that they were alone Athanasia was shorter with her temper and less charming, but there was no hiding the confusion and slight fear in her dark eyes. She was only ten and had been chased by Cyclops, found out her father was the God of the Dead and now that she had a brother she had never known about. It would be a lot for anyone.

If there was one thing Arthur could appreciate about the Hades cabin, it was the shade. The place seemed to be much cooler than he would have expected his living quarters to be, something he assumed would make the summer months much more manageable. He too was processing still that, presumably, his mother had hidden from him that he was a demigod, or if she hadn't known of her partner's godhood, had at least cheated on his father. He had to get in contact with them at some point in the future and find out what on earth was the situation there. Giving a look back at Ash, he cocked an eyebrow. "Did I know? Of course not." He said evenly. He had to keep it together, one of them had to be stable through this, and as the older one, it was thus his responsibility. "How are you taking this? It's... Shocking to say the least." He asked, turning to face her, clearly perturbed.

The tiny Athanasia grimaced as she gave a pointed look towards the entrance/exit of the cabin where sunlight streamed in cheerful rays. "I don't know." Answered a small voice. It hadn't been what she meant to say but it was the honest truth and she needed to trust someone. Arthur had been a good ally back in the Crystal Rivers School for Troubled Youths. He was her second in command, and who could she possibly trust more? Kiera was having to deal with her own cabin, alone. Wincing at that thought she perched on the edge of the coffin bed and wrapped her arms about her knees. Her chin being propped up by them as she watched her half-sibling. "It's a lot, but it's what happens in the stories right? I mean, it was scary when the cyclops were trying to eat us." A flicker of anger slipped across the young girl's face. She would not soon forget Roman and his crew. If she ran into that Cyclops again, she would be ready. "But I have seen strange things before. My mom studies ancient things and likes to pick apart skeletons. She's an- anowhatisit?" Shaking her head, Ash tilted her head at Arthur. "What do you make of this?" She jerked her head to include the entire camp.

"Archaeologist?" Arthur asked, strolling over to her, and sitting on the bed across from her. He frowned and rested his hands in his palms. This was hard, probably harder than anything he'd done before. "I suppose it is, isn't it?" That stumbled on an interesting point. There were countless stories of Greek heroes, plenty of whom must've been demigods. Brushing up on them might be a worthwhile thing. "Maybe we should read up on some of the old myths. It'd be fun, and be good for us..." Realizing he hadn't answered her question, he laughed a little and said. "It's absolutely insane. And cool. And scary. And the stuff of fiction and legend." He said to her. "I think I'm scared, excited, and a million other feelings I haven't processed yet." He said, keeping his eyes on her. "We just gotta keep our heads up, and we'll make it through."

"Oh, la! Of course, we will. We dealt with Cyclops after all." Athanasia gave a shaker smile. Trying to appear calm and sure of herself. That is what was proper after all. "We will read up on the myths, though I think we ought to bring Andy with us". She, Andy, had seemed lonely.

Arthur gave her a sad smile, and stood back up, moving next to her, and sitting by her side. He knew she wasn't feeling okay, and he was now, of course, responsible for helping her out of that. He wrapped her arms around her and said. "Exactly, we got away from a Cyclops, after being thrown into this with no preparation." He told her, squeezing for a second, before letting go. "We're gonna make it out of this, ten times more awesome than we were before." He didn't know that of course, but he was trying to reassure and help her, and himself, however, he could.

Athanasia blinked as Arthur gave her a hug. Startled by the affection though grateful for it. Patting his shoulder awkwardly as she didn't feel quite right about hugging him after he had just hugged her. There was a certain amount of room for returning a hug and she had missed it. though she did scoot to her press her shoulder to his. "We already have a dagger to kill them next time and annoying skull I can spike off their heads." There was a muffled protest from within her backpack that Chatters was meant for more than being bounced about. Something about 'contenders' and 'could have been'. Ignoring the skull, she grinned weakly up at Arthur with that mischievous smile though it was a great deal shakier than usual. "There's two of us. I say we have it the best of the entire camp. Especially since I'm obviously in charge." She smirked with a 'Hades may care' tilt of her mouth and a challenging gleam to her dark eyes."I was efficient back in that school." Giving her half-brother a teasing nudge of her shoulder.

Arthur gave her a light tap on the back of the head. "Nope, it's my turn to be in charge." He said, smiling back at her, "Two excellent reasons why I should be." He started, turning to face her totally. "For one, I'm older than you." He nudged her back, stifling a laugh at her. "And for another, I effectively called dibs earlier. And I bet Chiron would have me in charge over you." He stood up and jerked his head towards the door. "We could go ask him if you wanted."

Ash squawked and covered her head as Arthur tapped it. Her black eyes giving a malicious glower at the older child of Hades. "One year-ish. You are older by one year-ish." She grumbled straightening her hair. "And that's three reasons! Not two! But you can be in charge- for the sake of appearances. But we discuss things before settling on anything!" She reasoned with a pointed look at Arthur. "Partners. My brother. Partners."

Arthur pressed his hand to his chin and pretended to think for a moment. He chuckled and nodded. "Partners then." He stretched his hands above his head, and said, "But if it's that easy to convince you, I might as well be God-King of the cabin." He said sarcastically. For the first time today, things seemed to finally be getting better.

'God-King' went a bit far as Ash struck poking her brother in his ribs and ruthlessly tickle him. "God-King? I think not!"

Arthur started laughing and pushed her away a bit. "Fine fine fine, just stoooopp." He said, smiling. "I'll be King Arthur. Plain and simple." He acquiesced.

"King of Plain and Simple minded." Athanasia jabbed as she stuck her tongue out. "And foolishness. Now shall we take a look about the camp? We have hours to-" She shrugged and gestured absently. In truth, she didn't know what to make of this. It was all so much.

"Let's." He agreed, trying very hard not to roll his eyes as he walked to the door, and opened it, stepping out, feeling a bit better about where this all seemed to be going.

It was four hours later and Athanasia found herself sitting at the table for Cabin 13. As if their cabin didn't just scream 'potential psychotic pipsqueaks' enough. Though the pale girl was more amused by that fact than anything else. Though seeing the number of campers assembled, she was a bit concerned. Two hundred was a very large number after all. Perhaps there was some relief in having only Arthur's face and name to remember and knowing him from before coming to this camp. When the time she had come, she had followed the others to scrap some food (The best of course) into the brazier and frowned slightly at the memory. So the gods enjoyed tasty smoke? It was bizarre. Though when Andy caught her eye, Ash gave the girl a wicked grin and wave, giving a less wicked grin and more friendly smile to Kiera and a quick wave before hurrying after Arthur. Though seeing one of their erstwhile rescuer join Kiera, Ash felt some relief. At least her ally wouldn't be alone. Though, it seemed Desdemona wanted exactly that. Surrounded by the children of the Goddess of beauty, the older girl looked like she would enjoy the solitude their cabin had offered. Nibbling at the food with a methodical pace that was slowly devouring everything within her reach as well as drinking iced tea from the magic cup, Ash studied Andy and nudged her brother under the table with a foot. Her eyes flickering between Kiera and Leda and then Andy. "Do you think we could kidnap her from that lonesome table?" She noted in an undertone as she considered the situation. If he wanted to play 'In Charge' then he could very well take a partner's concern and she was curious if her new found brother would step up to toe a line here in this new environment.

The feeding of smoke to the gods was certainly an odd thing for Arthur to accept, but he figured the nature of the truly divine was bound to be unlike his own. Taking a modest amount of food and drink, and looking at the group of people sitting, he nodded quietly at Ash. "Wouldn't be very hard at all, I say we go and grab her the first chance we get. Sound good?" He asked, giving her a small smile as he suggested that.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Outside Camp Au Ville -> Through the portal
Skills:N/A


Bart frowned at Giosue rebuffing him, not expecting that kind of reaction from a comment. It was understandable though, this was a stressful situation to say the least, and tempers were likely to be short for everybody involved. He was interested though, as Gio seemed to potentially get some kind of idea behind what was going on. He seemed to be keeping details to himself for now, but he was used to that by now. If he had wanted them not to understand what was going on, he'd have addressed The Hat in one of the many languages they both knew than none of them did. Certainly though, he wasn't going to question for further clarification now, and he even shot Sophia a look, annoyed that she wouldn't just go through the portal instead of asking.

He himself took no such issue. He knew that Gio wouldn't be sending them somewhere that he either wasn't (relatively) safe, or otherwise unnecessary. Looking upon the portal, he steeled himself for what ever might lay behind it. He was a little worried about leaving the plantation behind, without scavenging, but he assumed they'd be back later for that. That was the magic of time travel, of course, they could go somewhere, spend as much time as they wanted there, and be back whenever they wanted. Assuming, of course, that things still worked the way they did before. Shrugging, he stepped through the now opened portal.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Towards Main Gate -> Outside Camp Au Ville
Skills:N/A


Bart gave a befuddled smile at James, as he started considering alternatives for them if the camp was lost. Though he wasn't immediately opposed to taking up a life of superhero-dom, now didn't seem like the right time to be going off on that. He just kind of looked on at him, opening him mouth once in a while, as if he was about to say something, but couldn't find the words. Maybe he and James just had different opinions on the seriousness of the collapse of local space-time, but he had trouble thinking of anything besides that. He looked back towards the Plantation, just in time to see the world go from looking normal, to almost as if he'd had a little too much to drink.

"I take it this isn't normal then." Bart noted, and followed after Gio. He looked around at the world, and tried to rack his brains for what could possibly explain the situation in front of him. Based off what he knew, which wasn't much, his options for explaining what was happening before him was limited. The only possible explanation he could start to come up with was that somehow, the world had fallen out of sync with itself. As if the shimmer was caused by two instants, right next to the other, happening in parallel. He doubted his ability to even vocalize this hunch, as he hadn't even fully formed it in his head, but this was his coping mechanism when he had no power; trying desperately to come up with explanations instead of focusing on his helplessness.
Arthur Stanford






Arthur did everything he could to hold back a smile at Desdemona's new look, but a smile broke through nevertheless. That was absolutely hilarious. Des was his friend, sure, but this was the most ironic way things could have gone for her. Meanwhile, he diverted his smile to Ash, and said, "We'll look out for each other, of course." He told her. Even if he felt a bit responsible for Ash, he knew he couldn't just make her feel that way. She was far too headstrong to let him try to take care of her.

He was more interested in the Zeus Kid, given that he was the king of the gods and everything. "Decent." He nodded, before rolling his eyes at Chatters. If he'd be sticking around, fine, but he wasn't too happy about it. The skull seemed annoying at best, and he didn't particularly want to talk to him. He wasn't one to tell people what they could and couldn't do though. "If you're gonna keep him, that's your business, I suppose." He said, shrugging, and giving her a playful glower back.
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