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[Vincent Xavier Valence]

--It was early in the morning, though not so early that the majority of camp would still be asleep. Vincent was, unfortunately enough, wide awake. He had a sword in his hands, a heavy one, made of celestial bronze. A monster's bane, especially in the hands of a son of Ares such as Vincent. The wooden dummy across from him seemed to agree with that sentiment; it was battered, the wood splintered and chipped from being hit by the sword again and again.

-- And yet, fighting the dummy wasn't as satisfying as Vincent might have thought. It didn't fight back, it didn't move. Growling irritably, Vincent stepped back from the dummy, his sword sliding from his hands and hitting the ground with a thud. The son of Ares wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, getting rid of the sheen of sweat that had gathered on his skin. He was panting slightly as he rocked back on his heels, gazing thoughtfully at the chipped, wooden figure.

-- He'd seen better looking fighting dummies. Grinning wearily, Vincent snorted softly and bent down to pick up the sword again. Damn, it was all dusty and he was going to have to return it to the armory like this. Vincent had never found a particular weapon to be 'his,' though he generally preferred guns rather than any sort of bladed weapon. One of the skills that he had gotten from his father was that he was excellent with pretty much any weapon once he'd tested it out a few times. A few swings of a sword and he understood it pretty well. A few shots with a gun and he could hit pretty much any target. That and his easy ability to find weakness made him a difficult opponent, at least this far.

-- It had been a while since he'd had a good fight though. The poor, battered dummy didn't count for anything, and Vincent found himself hoping that someone interested in fighting (or talking, he supposed. Anything to lessen this boredom) would show their faces soon. He needed something to do. Surely there would be at least one person in this entire camp who would show up here soon, right? He figured there had to be. Another child of Ares, if nothing else. They could often be located around here, fighting each other and their fellow campers.

-- But until someone showed up, he would just beat up on the dummy some more, he figured. Vincent began to move again, moving like a well oiled machine as he began to attack again and again. Each movement was mechanical as his sword slammed into the dummy, sending bits of wood splintering away as the metal bit into the wood. He looked satisfied as he moved, not particularly happy, but as he drove at the wooden figure again and again, he was more at peace than he really ever was. Vincent was at his happiest when he was doing this. It was one of the perks of being a son of Ares. Fighting made you happy, though a dummy was a poor substitute for a human that he could dissect, seeking weakness.

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LYRICS. titanium - david guetta
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[Mia Clifton]

Mia stormed out of the Big House, biting her tongue to keep from cursing a certain god out loud. It was a good thing gods couldn't read minds though, and she found satisfaction in calling the stupid camp director every name she knew. Once she ran out of English insults, she started on Ancient Greek. Sometimes, dyslexia had its perks.

Kicking a pebble out of her path, the Hunter surged ahead, not entirely sure where she was headed. It didn't matter. She just needed to get away from Mr. D. Mia still didn't understand why he had refused her request for a phone call so brusquely. Didn't he understand that she had to talk to her dad (not to be confused with her biological father, Apollo), a mortal who almost never picked up on Iris Messages because of the Mist? Even after Mia had offered to pay for the call, Mr. D had waved her off, muttering something about "policy".

Okay, now that she thought about it, perhaps mouthing off hadn't been the best idea. For the first time, Mia found herself a direct witness to the purple flames that danced in the camp director's eyes. She was fairly sure that only her Hunter status had saved her from a future spent in dolphin form. However, it did nothing to stop him from giving her two weeks of kitchen duty-- breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And to top it all off, he had delayed her long enough that even if she were to call that very moment, her dad would most likely be asleep.

With a start, Mia realized that her feet had taken her to the arena. Without a second thought, the Hunter pushed open the heavy gate, one hand already reaching for her bow. Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area, her gaze landing on a lone boy hacking away at the dummies. He probably wouldn't give her any trouble. If he had wanted to spar, he would've come much later, when the arena was more crowded. Then again, the guy was wearing armor...

The Hunter made her way to the opposite end of the arena, choosing a dummy as far away from the boy as possible. A quiet calm settled over her as she nocked the first arrow. Shooting almost always helped take her mind off of things. With a small thud, the bronze tip buried itself in the dummy's chest. The corners of her lips twitched upwards, and she reached for another arrow.

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Tagged: Vincent
Notes: Hope this is okay.

[Ageha Murakami]

Recently, early morning has become a good friends with Ageha. Not because of the urge to breathe some morning fresh air, a continuous nightmare has decided to stop by again in her sleep.

Her eyes snapped open once another one struck, her reflex took over next and sat her up on the bed. Her lungs actively grasped for air as sweats run down the side of her face, the horrible images from the nightmare she had never seen before haunts her memories now.

Yaba.. she thought in Japanese. She has been saying that exact word for the last weeks since she arrived at this camp where kids like her, demigods, train hard to fight monsters and other creatures that hunts them. Two extra thing for Ageha other than being a demigod was the fact that she's a daughter of the big three which made her much more desired to be hunted by monsters and the fact that she's a Japanese in this foreign country.

She slipped out of her bed and washed her face with the tap water before getting dressed. Once she done that, she grabbed her weapon, a specially modified bow and a bag of celestial bronze tipped arrows, and finally head outside.

The fresh air welcomed warmly by her lungs as she walked across the camp. The strap of her arrows bag collided slightly with her bronze breast plate as she took steps towards a place she would like to go. The breast pale she found was compatible enough for her to think of it as a Kyudo breast plate like she used to wear back then, for her traditional archery practices which she's about to do right now.

The camp arena pops in her mind as a perfect place to practice her archery, yet the place always packed with kids having sword fights and other things. Difficult for her to concentrate. But her footsteps were stopped as gawked from the distance towards the arena, she scowled at what she saw.

Instead of an empty space for her to practice, what she saw was a boy in armor hacking one of the wooden dummies that was provided with his sword. From how battered it looked already, seems like the dummy had received the abuse treatment for a few minutes. And another thing that she saw was a girl practicing archery, placing her quite distanced from the boy.

Ageha's lips formed a curve upwards once she saw the girl but quickly got flat again after seeing the taken spaces now. She wasn't sure if there's enough space anymore for her to practice, her grandfather always said to have a good distance to practice first before start shooting.

She stepped closer and decided to watched the boy strikes the dummy again after taking a few breath. He seems enjoying his activity and keeps on hacking the poor dummy. A thought ran through Ageha's mind on what would happen if this boy was sent into battlefields on the ancient war that she managed to find out.

Lot's of blood, that's for sure.. she thought to herself.

She just stood there watching the boy, but then got bored of it soon enough for her to start a conversation.

"Nee.. Okkotteru?" she asked in Japanese. "Are you mad or something?" she added in English she managed to get in brain so far.

"Abusing a dummy like that.. Is it a good way to let anger out?"[/color] she asked again with a smirk on her face.


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Outfit: this dress and a bronze breastplate.
Tagged: Vincent, Mia
Note: "Okkoteru?" means "are you mad?", "yaba" means "bad" but in this context in means "this is bad", and Kyudo is a form of traditional archery from Japan. I hope it's okay for me to join this thread

[Vincent Xavier Valence]

-- The sound of the gate opening to the arena made Vincent stir slightly from his dummy slashing reverie. He watched a slim figure head as far away from him as she could. It looked like she wanted to avoid him. Vincent smirked a little, though he barely varied his rhythm. For the moment, he was content to hack away, and considering the fact that the dummy didn't move, he didn't have to pay a whole lot of attention to it. No, most of his thoughts could be focused on the figure, as her first arrow pierced the dummy through the chest. She seemed to be an excellent fighter, at least with a bow and arrow. Question was, could she hold her own with other weapons?

-- Time to find out. Vincent came to a stop, "Hey you!" He yelled, figuring that it would be most likely to get a reaction. No one liked to be addressed by a 'hey you.' It tended to offend people, which was what he wanted. Offended people were more likely to fight. "C'mere!" He gestured imperiously towards the girl to ensure that sh e knew he was talking to her. Okay, so if she didn't get irritated by that, he'd have his money on her being a saint. The men and women of Camp Halfblood weren't exactly known for being the most calm of people. Especially not the kinds of people who found themselves standing in the arena, firing arrows at dummies this early in the morning.

-- It was rare for Vincent to be distracted enough that another could sneak up on him, but just this once, it seemed that he was. The figure that approached him was not particularly intimidating, neither particularly tall nor particularly short, and not exactly bulky or muscular or anything like that. She held a bow and had several arrows, Vincent noted swiftly. She also looked like a school girl who took a bath in black dye. Not exactly his cup of tea.

-- The words that she spoke made little sense to Vincent. Another language, of that he was sure, but not the Greek that he was hardwired to understand. It didn't make much sense to him, but the next time that the girl spoke, she was at least speaking English. It took Vincent a moment to switch gears from trying to figure out whatever she'd been speaking to English. "I'm not mad," He responded after a few seconds, blinking curiously at the thought. It was rare for him to get mad. It definitely made him a bit of an exception in the Ares cabin. But why would she think he was mad? "Just thorough." He glanced thoughtfully at the dummy, which looked like it had been through a war. He supposed in one sense that it had. He was the son of the god of war, after all.

-- Did she need something? Vincent examined the girl thoughtfully. From her words, she wasn't giving off any obvious signs of weakness, but that could change in an instant. He would find something if she kept pushing this before the other girl showed up. Hey, no one had ever said Vincent was the nicest guy around.

TAGGED. mia clifton, ageha murakami
WORDS. 537
OUTFIT. armor
LYRICS. titanium - david guetta
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[Mia Clifton]

Mia was just starting to get into a rhythm, the air in front of her swarming with arrows, when a shout rang though the arena. Closing her eyes briefly, she sent a quick prayer to whoever the god of keeping assholes away was and turned around. Yup, the "Hey, you," was definitely meant for her. Either that, or the boy had officially lost it and was talking to the wooden dummies. Then again, Camp had quite a few people who could probably be considered certifiably insane.

"What do you want?" Mia yelled back, sending him the best glare she could muster. Considering that she was only 5'4'' and looked 12, it probably wasn't very intimidating. Gods, why hadn't she waited a bit before joining the Hunters? She was sure she had had a few inches left in her.

She arched an eyebrow at his command and crossed her arms, the bow still trapped tightly in her grip. "And why the hell should I?" Mia shot back. What was it with males and their stupid entitlement complexes? "If it's really important-," and it probably wasn't, "-you can come here." The Hunter was not going to be ordered around by some arrogant boy who thought he owned the world. Besides, she was fairly sure the boy had nothing good in mind, and Mia had been hoping she could get though the morning in one piece. It would be a shame to survive Mr. D's wrath only to nearly get her arm lopped off by a boy who insisted on picking a fight with every person he saw.

Mia was about to turn back around and continue her shooting when a flicker of movement caught her eye. Standing behind the boy was a slightly younger girl covered in black. When had she gotten here? Mia could've sworn she had never heard the gate creak as it usually did whenever someone entered the arena. Nevertheless, she offered the girl a smile. It was always nice to have female company.

The boy seemed just as, if not more, surprised at the girl's sudden appearance. From her position, Mia couldn't quite make out the conversation, but she thought she detected the words "mad" and "dummy", along with something that sounded a bit like Korean. Whatever. It didn't matter. All Mia needed to know was that the girl was smirking, and for a few precious seconds, the boy seemed to be at loss of words. That, along with the bow that hung from the girl's grasp, gave Mia the impression that she would make a good Hunter.

Then again, Mia thought every female under 18 would make a good Hunter.

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Tagged: Ageha, Vincent

[Ageha Murakami]

There's no need for the boy to answer her question actually, the time he called off the other girl pretty much answers it.

The way he called off the girl was most likely to sent a little spark of fire between them, since the girl's response was something that can be categorized as offended. Well, no one likes to be called like that, especially by some brutish looking boy in early morning.

Ageha watched in amusement as the other girl shot back to the boy, demanding him to come to her instead. She couldn't help not to widened her smirk since most likely she'll have to witness a fight soon in this early morning. Not that she likes to watch people fight, but more like the fate has offered her an unusual morning entertainment.

She caught the smile from the girl, which later then she gave back. Kind of like a smirk but still can be categorized as a smile to her.

"You know, you should have pick someone you own size, boy." spoke Ageha to the boy with her eyes gazed upon his. Even know the boy looked older than her, but the way he decided to pick a fight blindly was kind of childish to her.

She glanced back at the girl again and raised her eyebrows in amusement. The girl was more likely to be experienced in using her bow and looked compatible enough to fight with anyone despite her own size. Ageha has learnt not underestimate anyone by looking at sizes, who knows she could be a nimble fighter. "Oh well... Maybe she should be fine fighting you." she said again. She put down her bow and sat herself on the ground's arena with crossed legs. As resting her chin on her palm supported by her leg, she smiled in amusement looking at the two human being.

"This should be interesting to watch.." she said, giving both of them a "go on" look. Her smirk faded and was replaced by a curled lips and eyes waiting for her morning entertainment.


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Tagged: Mia, Vincent

[Vincent Xavier Valence]

-- What did he want? Oh, this was going to be fun. Vincent bit back a smirk, keeping his features as impassive as ever, even in the light of the glare that she probably presumed to be terrifying. Instead, it was nothing short of ridiculous to Vincent. He didn't deign to respond, and allowed her to continue to holler, looking about as intimidating as a pissed off chihuahua. You know, the ones that peed when you got too close to them because they were that scared. That was what she reminded him of. An amusing, if not particularly flattering comparison.

-- Shaking his head just slightly, as if driving away a bothersome fly, the son of Ares examined the chihuahua (as he would refer to her from here on out) thoughtfully. "Because I said so." Serene and unperturbed, his voice was as cool as ever. "Perhaps I will." Another response fell from his mouth a moment later, but he was already turning his attention away from the chihuahua and towards the other girl, the one who looked like she'd tried to take a bath that had gone horribly awry.

-- Hey, if that was her style, good for her. But it would never be his thing. "Like you?" He arched a brow at that, examining her thoughtfully. She didn't look like much, but even she could be more interesting than that yappy little chihuahua. He was sure it wouldn't take much. Still, Vincent wanted, no, needed to spar. And he wouldn't be too picky about which one he tried to run through. He needed to feel a weapon in his hands, to hunt for weakness and destroy. It was one of the many perks of being descended from a war god.

-- A soft snort escaped Vincent when the girl spoke of the chihuahua potentially being able to handle him. A little yappy girl like her? As if. He was a son of Ares, after all. "Enjoy, then." Vincent spoke as he turned away, heading easily in the direction of the chihuahua. Perhaps miss gothic would chose to follow. He didn't particularly care. Maybe he would have an audience and maybe he wouldn't. It didn't matter. It wouldn't affect his fighting in any way.

-- He came to a stop a respectable distance away from the chihuahua, examining her with a bland look on his features. "Nice bow." And that was that. It wasn't all he had come for, not by a long shot, but that was all that he was going to say just yet. He would let her yap on a little longer before challenging her, if he chose to. Silly little chihuahua.

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WORDS. 444
OUTFIT. armor
LYRICS. titanium - david guetta
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[Mia Clifton]

"Because I said so." Mia rolled her eyes. Typical male. They always seemed to think their word was law, expecting everyone else to drop what they were doing and rush over to attend to them. Society seemed to think that teenage girls were drama queens, always seeking attention, but Mia knew that was completely false. It only took a person half a brain cell to see that the true narcissists were boys.

She waited a second, and it soon became clear that the boy would not be heading over, instead choosing to carry on his conversation with the girl in black. The Hunter soon grew bored of watching the two talk and decided to go back to her shooting. Hopefully, the other girl would distract the boy long enough to make him forget why he had ever confronted Mia in the first place.

It didn't take long before her dummy was covered in arrows; Mia sighed, not wanting to stop her shooting. Nevertheless, she dragged herself over to the target and commenced plucking out the arrows. As she did so, the Hunter examined each one, looking for dents in the celestial bronze or tell-tale cracks along the shaft before adding it back to her stash. Despite having a magical quiver that always contained arrows when she needed them, Mia had never felt comfortable tossing out perfectly good arrows. Perhaps it was a side-effect of hanging around a goddess who was "so into nature" as the satyrs often put it.

Once Mia had finished, she returned to her original position, an arrow already strung. However, before she could shoot, a voice piped up from behind. Well, that would explain why the distant murmur of conversation had died down. Not bothering to turn, the Hunter replied, "Duly noted." She released the arrow. "If that's all you came here for, then you can leave." Mia had a feeling that he would stick around anyways. The boy had definitely not bothered to come over just to compliment her bow. After all, it was quite an unremarkable weapon appearance-wise. Silver, yes, but it was devoid of etchings and fancy designs, just like every other Hunter's bow.

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Tagged: Ageha, Vincent