Vendettas need forgotten (OPEN)

[Michael Mullenix]

Michael stood at the edge of the forest and let his bronze colored eyes scan inside its darkest reaches. He knew it all to well, had on many occasions simply stayed the night in it just to attract monsters to fight. This time though he was going in for a relaxing stroll, of course that stroll did include his leather jacket/ myrmidon armor, shield and his sword, Torchblade. He wasn’t EXACTLY planning on using them, but hey if he ran into a monster while on his leisurely stroll why not try to rip it to pieces right? Or was he starting to sound to much like his uncle Ares? He shuttered at the thought and shook his head. He was REALLY starting to need some contact with other people other than himself inside his head. Everything had become about waging a constant personal war until he found the Cyclops that killed his sister. Hell even his first two days he had spent at the camp he had walked into the forest and killed or forcefully interrogated every monster he had approached. This tactic had landed him a week in the infirmary because he simply didn’t understand how to kill a Hydra and instead ended up fighting a hundred different heads before back up arrived.

Of course that had been to long ago right? He was now just trying to clear his head before he actually tried to be more social. His own brothers and sisters didn’t know much about him and that in itself was tragic. He needed to get rid of all the hate that was building inside of him, the rot that he could feel eating him away slowly. It was a horrid concept, yet it was one that was almost to common for him to know. Could anyone brake thru that? Or was he doomed to be the outsider of the camp? Whatever it ended up like he knew where he was now…..of course it wasn’t exactly the place he should have been if he was trying to satisfy his current objective.

Michael let a sigh escape his lips as he shook his head. Was he ever going to quiet this person vendetta?

[Katerina Tatangelo]

Umbrella in the rain, shelter from the pain, let me be your safe place.
I won't disappear, I'll always be here, I'll catch you when you fall!

Katerina walked through the camp, she was in a good mood. Spending all day in the Forges can do that to ya. She loved it in there spending all her time with her siblings and working on cool things to benefit the camp... so cool. It was then that she pulled a small mirror out of her pocket, only having recently finished constructing her newest weapon. Yeah you heard her right.. Weapon! It was an amazing design that sort of came to her in a dream. She designed it after Helen of Troy's dagger, Katoptris which meant looking glass in english. It was named cleverly so because it was a mirror and when she made a certain expression that she pre-programmed it gave her different weapon choices. Katerina decided to name her weapon the same, Katoptris.

Rustling in the woods brought her back to reality. She checked her surroundings...nothing. A birds eye view would be better she thought as she jumped onto the lowest branch of a nearby tree and swung herself higher and higher until she could see the ground for a good mile so she wasn't too far up. Katerina brought out her mirror, opened it up and saw her own reflection give a kiss to her and automatically her petite mirror was changed into a knife like Helen's. She sighed in content "Best weapon ever!" she whispered as the perpetrator came into plain view, she could see the back of his head and quietly swung down each branch to drop softly onto the ground behind the boy.

Ready to pounce she tackled the boy from behind her knife at the aim. Katerina was ready as ever to strike when she saw the boys face, her brother. "What? Michael?" she said a confused smile on her face. Laughing she got of her probably confused brother and stood brushing dirt off her jeans. She offered him a hand up.

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tagged: Michael, OPEN
notes: This is the tone she uses when she says "what? Michael?" "What My Wand" Part