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A shiver ran through Tempest's spine as the arrowhead grazed her skin, her breath hitching subtly at the contact. There was something about the intensity in Trix's eyes, the huskiness of her voice, that made her feel a flicker of vulnerability, a crack in her self-assured facade. Internally, she was grappling with the myriad of emotions that Trix stirred within her—feelings she had long sworn off. "Oh, I always do," Tempest retorted, leaning in slightly, her face inches from Trix's, eyes gleaming with daring. "But I must say, the idea of you watching my back is quite… intriguing." Internally Tempest had no idea what she was doing now, the lines between acting and feeling were getting blurred more than she cared to admit. Unwelcome flashbacks to a time where she had allowed herself to feel something that she now deeply regretted. Damn this girl! What was it about this younger woman that vexed her so badly?? With that, she stepped back, allowing herself a moment to regather her composure, feeling a mix of thrill and unease. Tempest's eyes followed Trix's every move, a challenge lingering in her gaze, yet behind the playful exterior, she was questioning herself, the closeness to Trix unearthing emotions she had buried deep within. She masked her internal struggle with a smirk, her voice teasing yet laced with an undercurrent of something deeper, "Well at the very least I hope you enjoy the pink; it’s quite becoming on you."

A flutter of apprehension brushed Tempest's heart as the tip of the arrow rested against her chest, but she kept her face impassive, not wanting to give Trix the satisfaction of seeing her unnerved. She maintained her seductive facade, raising an eyebrow challengingly. "Sorry?" she drawled, letting her gaze drift slowly over Trix's flushed face and fiercely determined eyes. The closeness of Trix, her scent, the tension in the air, all of it drew Tempest in, leaving her feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "I'm not sure I know what there is to be sorry for. After all," she said, leaning in slightly, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I've never seen you more vibrant. I think you should be thanking me..." Torn between the thrill of confrontation and the unexplainable warmth blossoming in her chest, Tempest locked eyes with Trix, trying to decipher the tumult of emotions playing across her face. Despite their rivalry, she couldn’t help but admit to herself that Trix looked undeniably captivating, even doused in pink. The way the sunlight danced in her eyes, the fierceness of her stance— it left Tempest breathless and slightly disoriented. She willed herself to remain composed, to keep the upper hand in this dance of wills. "But if you insist," she continued, her tone playful yet edged with defiance, "I’m sorry..." With a sly grin playing on her lips, Tempest reached out, catching a strand of Trix's newly pink hair and twirling it teasingly around her finger. “....that you don’t appreciate my sense of humor,” her voice laced with playful mischief as she met Trix's indignant gaze.

Tempest looked up, her lips curling into a smirk, savoring the sight of Trix's infuriation, her whole being ablaze in fluorescent pink. The uproar she had caused filled Tempest with a sense of accomplishment and vindictive delight, an exhilarating rush that made her feel alive and in control. As Trix hurled accusations at her, Tempest swung leisurely on her hammock, reveling in the chaos she had created. "Oh, Trix," she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief, "you look absolutely ravishing in pink. It really brings out the fury in your eyes." The sight of Trix, usually so composed, now seething with anger, made Tempest's heart race with anticipation. But beneath the surface of her playful demeanor, Tempest felt a pang of uncertainty. She had expected retaliation, but the raw anger in Trix's eyes gave her pause. Was it possible that she had gone too far this time? Pushing the thought aside, Tempest maintained her smug composure, refusing to let Trix see any hint of vulnerability. "Fix it? Oh, darling," she said with feigned sympathy, "I'm not the one who dabbles in magic. Perhaps a visit to the camp's alchemist?" She rose gracefully from the hammock, closing the distance between them, her eyes locked on Trix's. "Or maybe," she continued, her voice a fake seductive whisper, "you could learn to embrace your new hue. It does make you quite… unforgettable." Now that she was this close to the other girl she found it more difficult to keep up the act. Lately she found that proximity to Trix, stirred up something within herself, a complexity of emotions she was unwilling to unravel.

Gritting her teeth, Tempest tightened her grip on the bow, her stormy eyes locked with Trix's. The redhead’s audacious claim that part of Tempest wanted to be seen by her had churned the turbulent sea of emotions inside her even more. Every instinct told her to maintain her composure, to not give Trix the satisfaction of seeing her rattled, but the undercurrent of truth in Trix's words unnerved her. Tempest's mind raced, torn between the urge to delve deeper into this revelation and the need to shield her vulnerabilities. The air between them crackled with tension, and Tempest felt a pull towards Trix. That scared her and in her frightened state she took a move she rarely played; retreat. “You think you’ve seen me, Trix? You don’t know the first thing about me!” she finally shouted, the tumult within her breaking through. The intensity of her own outburst surprised her, revealing a depth of feeling she hadn’t realized she harbored. With a final, piercing look, Tempest turned on her heel and stormed off, the echo of her words hanging in the air behind her. The mix of frustration, vulnerability, and an unfamiliar sense of longing created a whirl within her, leaving Tempest with more questions than answers as she walked away.

“Oh well aren’t you sweet i am probably talking a little too much but it's probably fine. But magic you say, what kind of magic do you do? I can just play with fire and launch fire.” They would shake hands. He would take the rag and wipe more off of his face and brow tired from working in the forge. But he was sure if it was the new girl he met or the hard work but his heart was beating faster. Then she would ask about the horse and he would say “follow me…” and walk over to a table there with a blueprint with the name at the top saying “Project Areion”. “So first you have to pick an awesome name. Then I designed it and have the part dimensions but I am not sure how or what I want it to run on yet. Maybe some sort of fuel or maybe steam, or maybe I can just run flame through it using my fire. Hmmmm. Not sure yet but hopefully here is what it’ll look like. I am hoping it’ll be strong enough and fast enough to take 2 people and be faster than most motorcycles unless Chiron takes it away but hopefully not.” He would flip to the last page which he made a rough drawing of what it will hopefully look like.

Feeling an unusual flicker of shyness, Tempest caught herself allowing another glance at Trix’s figure, a fact that irritated her. This was not how she had anticipated the confrontation to go. Trix's assertion that she always got what she wanted only served to heighten Tempest's internal conflict between maintaining authority and the growing, albeit reluctant, awareness of Trix's allure. Tempest clenched her jaw, feeling a mix of frustration and something else she didn’t quite want to name. “Why this rumor, Trix? Of all the pranks and games, why choose to paint me as someone seeking love?” she questioned, trying to keep her voice steady and her demeanor unyielding. The assertive and commanding Tempest Truett felt a crack in her armor, a vulnerability she hadn’t expected to face today, especially not at the hands of Beatrix. She held Trix's gaze, trying to decipher what lay behind those mischievous eyes, seeking an understanding of why Trix chose this particular rumor. Every fiber in her being screamed to maintain control, to not let Trix see the effect she had on her, but Tempest felt an unfamiliar waver in her resolve. She needed answers, and she needed to regain control, but Trix's presence and the uncharacteristic sensations it brought were making that increasingly challenging.

Taken aback, Tempest's stern demeanor faltered for a brief moment at Trix's brazen words. The audacity of this girl! Tempest found herself, for just a moment, studying Trix. The light of the midday sun shown on her features, casting a glow on her skin and accentuating the vibrant red of her hair. Tempest's eyes momentarily lingered on Trix's smirking face, acknowledging, albeit unwillingly, the fiery beauty before her. The realization of her own distraction hit Tempest like a cold wave, snapping her out of the fleeting trance. A flicker of annoyance crossed her face; she was here to regain control, not to get lost in the very antics she sought to quell. Pushing away the unwanted thoughts, Tempest's gaze sharpened, and she tried addressing Trix with a controlled sternness, “This isn’t a joke, Trix. I’m not some lovestruck fool for you to toy with.” She took a step closer, her voice filled with an undercurrent of restrained emotion, “I demand you put an end to this nonsense immediately.” Internally, Tempest was battling her own storm of frustration and the unexpected acknowledgment of Trix's alluring beauty. She maintained her composure, resolute in her desire to dispel the chaos Trix seemed so keen on sowing.

Right as Beatrix loosed her arrow, she heard the furious voice of Tempest Truett: aaah, what a delicious sound it was! Turning away from the target, Trix leaned casually on the bow, her eyebrow raised in mock-curiousity. “It’s lovely to see you too, Tem,” she grinned, bowing sarcastically. “As for these rumors, you’re gonna have to be more specific…” she stifled a laugh as the thought of Tempest being pestered by suitors all day surfaced in her mind. To get the ever-cool, always-refined Tempest in a rage like this was a delightful triumph. Exactly what she’d intended to happen when she set the first whisperings into motion: A reputable source told me that Tempest Truett is ready to mingle! But word is she’ll only fold for the grandest, most romantic gesture imaginable… “Speaking of gossip, I heard you’re in the market for a new beau – maybe I can throw my hat in the ring? I’d so love to take you out some time.” Trix smirked, relishing in the triumph and energised by the response from Tempest. Trix was both a sore loser and an insufferable winner: what can I say? The girl loves to gloat!

Handing the flask back Cora could feel her headache start to fade away. Whatever was in that flask seemed to work like Damien had said, now if only it magically made this boys cockiness disappear. Rolling her eyes, she couldn't believe she was even giving this boy the time of day, but there was just one thing that kept her interested in the boy. He wasn't running or even acting like he even cares about the aura she was putting off. 'Persistence' she thought, as she staired him down, not giving him any sign of her own interest of him. Crossing her arms, she shifted to one leg as she stood in front of him, her lips curl into a small smirk. Unfolding an arm, she pushed her index finger into his chest "I don't take to kindly to persistence" she commented, she wasn't one to play games in that manner, if she isn't interested and someone tries to persist anyways, she usually likes to play her favorite game of getting them to reveal what they are scared of, and then she uses it. That was one good thing about the fact that this cocky boy was Apollo's son. She didn't need to peruse him into telling a fear, she had one handed to her. Snakes. Making his smartass comment, Cora rolls her eyes again. She couldn't believe that of all the people she could have run into, she just had to run into him. He was gorgeous, the way his skin glew in the sun light, and his eyes had a glint of playfulness in them. Too bad he was too young for Cora. She absolutely hated his cocky behavior, but she did think he looked particularly good, but she would never let him know that. With an annoyed look on her face, she caused the arura she was putting off swelling and cause a little more anxiety. "I’m not as easy to scare off as the others." Cora took these words as a challenge, and she loved a challenge "Oh really now? I'm sure I could scare you off really quick, but that's just a little too easy" she said with a coy smile a crossed her face. "What are you so intrigued about?" she questioned. She could see the way he looked at her, she could almost bet this cocky boy was going to get himself into a world of hurt and trouble.

“I wouldn’t leave my super fun stuff on my desk, it's in that safe behind you. I challenge you to open it. It is hard to open. You try that and I will look at this little guy.” he would take the spider and hope the safe would distract her for a minute. The safe had no dial and only 2 pipes and a latch. “Can you figure it out?” oh well he would sit and check out her spider. It was pretty impressive for a 13 year old to do. So he would say “what kind of joints are you using? Wait why are you having trouble with grappling hooks and maybe we should wait on making a pocket fire launcher for a while. I do not know what you would want with a fire launcher?”

“Oh its ok. Hello Yeah the fire and the forge is basically our home that mixed with gears and machinery. It is pretty cool plus” he would use his start war hands to make the flame move a little and then he would produce a little flame on his finger. “I am starting to get full control of it. I still can't make that much fire yet.” He would take the compliment well and say “ well thank you, I am usually pretty shy but I talk when I'm nervous and well I am a little nervous with girls and people in general. But machines and metal and building things just make sense. you know put this here put that there and you get something. I feel like I am talking a lot. Do you feel like I am talking a lot?” The as she would reach for a handshake. He would take his rag and dip it in water then wipe his hands and forehead with it trying to get some of the smut off and some of the sweat. Which he was drenched in. Trying to clean off his hands a little before he would reach to greet the young girl. “ My name is Devon from Cabin Hephaestus. Sorry I am so dirty and sweaty. But since we cant really have cars or motorcycles i was gunna try to make a mechanical horse to ride instead i thought it would be cool.”

Devon would laugh as Kenna jumped out of her chair. He found it hilarious when the younger siblings jumped. He is always trying to get them to jump. But his machines were his true passion and he was not too worried about Kenna stealing his ideas but he figured he would give her a little bit of a hard time. “Dont you have your own blueprint book for ideas or are you trying to steal some of mine?” he would laugh and then say “I know I have some good ideas. I thought some of them might be impracticalbut they are cool and those arent even my top secret awesome ones. But what's wrong with your spider machine? is that one close to your plans.? Do you want me to take a look to see whats wrong or do you want to try to figure it out. If you would like to try to combine our blueprints thats fine.”

Devon would get up and to go get some more paper for some blueprints in order to make more plans. He also needed to get more pens and maybe a ruler of some sort so he got up from his desk and turned his light off. He went to the storage closet of the cabin to get more of these items. He would then stop and think and kind of say to himself and half out loud “A golden dragon fly ring, but the dragon fly is actually a spy camera that can fly off the ring to collect audio and video information. Or a necklace version of this. Stylish and functional. I need to write this down when i get back to my desk. Glasses that are magnifying glasses to an almost micro scopic level.” He would get these papers and pencils and everything else. He would then start to head back to his room when he would notice his light back on. He would be curious but then realize it had to be one of his siblings. He would look quietly to see Kenna and then shout to scare her “Whatcha lookin at?”

Andralyn smiled deviously hearing the moans of pleasure slipping from Petal's beautiful lips. Sucking her clit into her mouth, Andralyn grabs it between her teeth and lightly starts to move her teeth back and forth as a way of massaging it. Her tongue still flicking across the sensitive clit, both her fingers pumping in and out of her moist wet heat. That's when Petal cried out for more, Andralyn happily obliged letting go of her clit. Pulling her fingers out she grabbed the back side of Petal's thighs pushing up and sliding herself out, letting Petal's fingers pull out from their position as she moved from under Petal. At this point Andralyn was under Petals face laying on her back, grabbing her face with her hands, she plants a seductive kiss letting Petal taste herself on Andralyn's lips. Sitting up, she pulls Petal to her, yanking her legs, spreading them around her waist as Petal lays back into the sand. "You want more, I got you babe" she says with a mischievous smile, as she brings her fingers back to Petal's glistening pussy. Happy to oblige, she slides to fingers back in, slowly pumping them in and out, as she pushed in, her thumb would rub her beaded clit. Teasing her. Feeling the relaxation of her walls, Andralyn slowly works in a third finger, her index. Working it slowly, she loved being able to feel how she was stretching Petal out. Still going slow, repeating her relentless teasing. Once her index finger was all the way in, she started to twist her hand back and forth, letting it work and stretch her walls more. Using her free hand, she runs it down Petals leg letting her nails drag as she stops at the inner part of Petal's thigh. Dinning her nails into her, wanting to see Petal's expression and hear her wine. A playful smirk on Andralyn's face. Her friend was so beautiful, she still couldn't believe what she was doing with her. The way the day started Andralyn would of never in a million years imagined something like this, but she was in such awe of how gorgeous Petal was, and how much she truly loved being with a girl and being able to be dominate toward her. Letting go of the thigh she runs her hand the rest of the way up reaching for one of Petal's nipples, pinching it, giving some distraction as she works her pinky into Petal's warm hole. Working it in and slowly, twisting left and right with the out and in motion. Andralyn couldn't help but just stair in disbelief as her own pleasure was being filled just watching how much Petal was enjoying herself.

For the first time a delicate smile touched Tempest's lips at the sound of Beatrix's genuine laughter. There was a certain charm in the unexpected sincerity of the moment, and it made Tempest reconsider her initial assessment of the enigmatic redhead, but only slightly. “Camp isn’t so bad, you know,” she found herself saying, her tone softer than she had intended. “There’s a place for everyone here, even for those who are different. We’re all misfits in one way or another.” She glanced at Trix, noting the uncertainty in the girl’s eyes and the way the other campers eyed her warily. For a brief moment, Tempest felt a flicker of empathy for the girl beside her. Despite their differences and the tension between them, they were both demigods struggling to find their place in a world that wasn’t always kind. Lost in her thoughts, Tempest stared into the fire, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on her face. She felt an odd connection to Beatrix, a realization that surprised her. Perhaps it was the shared experience of being different, of being daughters of gods and grappling with the expectations and challenges that came with it. For the first time, she allowed herself to relax just a bit around Trix. She turned towards the girl, her eyes meeting the vivid blue ones, and said, “It’s not about where we come from, but who we choose to be. Maybe that bit of advice will help, I don't necessarily care one way or another just so ya know.” The words were unexpected, but sincere in her own Tempest kinda way.

As Cora gets closer to Damien, the aura of her fear was already swirling around her, invisible to other campers but she can feel her power swarming the more she is aggravated. Just the sound of the kids voice was enough to make things worse. Taking a breath as she tries to relax a bit, biting her tongue, she was not in the mood to fight with a young boy with her head pounding like it was, and as much as she loved the scream of fear on a camper, again her head was not going to have that right now. Once she was right up next to him, she looks him up and down with an annoyed look on her face "right sure you do kid" she says rolling her eyes. She remembered the nights events as well, and she remembers how many times the poor boy got turned down by girls older than him. He might be good looking, but with his big head, Cora would never go for him. "I would need more then just two hands to count the number of times you were turned down by the older girls" she smirks, as she looks down at the bottle rockets. "The morning doesn't need any help being beautiful, especially help from something so loud" she says grumbling, as she puts her fingers to her temples, trying to get her head to stop hurting. Damien handed a flask to her saying it was some Apollo thing that could help with this headache, glaring at him as she hesitantly grabbed for the flask "this isn't some kind of trick is it?" she ask as she examined the flask. She knew Apollo kids had remedies of all sorts, but she still had a iffy feeling about the cocky little boy in front of her. Opening the flash she puts it to her nose giving it a sniff. Making a face, it stunk but it didn't smell like anything sketchy. Taking a breath she closes her eyes, opens her mouth and throws back some of the liquid down her throat. Swallowing it she coughs slightly with a gag, "YUCK!" she says as she hands the flask back to him, using her free hand to wipe her mouth. "Thanks, but please for the love of our gods, don't shoot off anymore of those damn bottle rockets!" she exclaims. She did know what thing about him, so if he tries anything or this liquid she just drank, isn't something to help her head, she knew exactly what she was going to do "I'm warning you, anything funny and you won't be laughing for long" she says giving I'm a serious look.

It was typical for Ryo to be as friendly to people as possible especially that he was one of the older campers here , he wanted to make a good big brother figure to anyone he meets. He was amazed by the girl when she said she did jump that amount of times. He knew he was a newbie here and how courageous he was at the moment but he wasn’t sure if he would be jumping that many times. Maybe , well, if there was a group together then that would interest him more. "Wow Alexia, that’s brave too. You must really like water a lot.” He chuckled again, amazed by how much one did love this activity. Maybe she was one of the water demigods? He knew not only Poseidon carried those genes as their godly parents breed a lot. Really, he had lost count of it trying to count the family tree they had. He was amazed again by her judgement of his parent. It was true what she said, about their differences , and he bet those Ares would gladly do this countless times without even thinking whether they would die or not. "Yeah, you got that right! Haha………it’s true , I’m still figuring out which angle I should jump, but it probably doesn’t matter right? Does it?” He was curious and eager to ask the expertise. He wanted to make sure it was the right way, and well he was an Athena and doing something wrong might be embarrassing even for someone older, and he certainly didn’t want that. He watched with cat eyes on what she would do later, thinking she might really be one with water powers or something.