<div align="center"><em>Nigel</em></div><hr/><br/>"Unsporting? Please. You know Ares' is gonna have some kind of trick up their sleeves. And what about Hermes' kids? They'll likely try to loosen the wheels on all the other chariots. Oh, and Hephaestus will probably have spikes that shoot outta the side of their cart. I hardly think demon horses will be the worst thing out there. But, if you want to keep it 'sportingly', then we'll do that," he smirked a little.<br/><br/>"True. I guess if we were meant to swim with clothing on, then we'd of been born with clothing on," Nigel laid back on the edge of the fountain, his jeans on, but undone and covering very little of his body. Their father had put it the fountain there for everyone to use, but it was mostly for them. It flowed with salt water instead of fresh and there were small gold coins at the bottom for sending Isis Messages. It was actually kind of cool to look at.<br/><br/>He'd been about to say something when a deep voice cut him off. Nigel picked his head up from the stone and saw Clint. While he hated to admit it, he'd thought Clint might of died. They hadn't seen him in a few years and that was the normal assumption for when someone went missing in action or didn't return to camp. Not many heroes made it into adult hood, so it was good to see another 'oldie' back at the camp, "So you didn't die after all, Cousin," he teased a bit before laying his head back down, "Enjoying the s'mores?"<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><hr/><br/>"I hardly think a duel..." but Chiron was cut off when Harold accepted, "Oh dear..." he knew that there was very little he could do to stop it. Only Mr. D was allowed to stop accepted duels and he knew, just as all the oldie campers, that Mr. D never refused those. Mr. D would of liked to see them kill each other, "A duel it is...but, to be fair, Stewart, why don't we make it one day from now? Harold is new to the camp and just found out he was a half-blood. Do you really want to fight someone so inexperienced? I would hardly think a son of the great Ares would take any enjoyment from beating a low-class fighter, even if only for retribution for a sibling," one day wouldn't be enough to teach Harold to win, but they could at least get him fitted armor and teach him enough to live, "Do you really think your sister would appreciate you fighting for her honor against someone that did not know the disrespect he was causing or that cannot defend himself against a trained warrior like yourself?"<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr/><br/>"If you're willing to get your hands dirty a bit," which most kids of Aphrodite weren't willing to do, "We'll get you some fighting lessons."<br/><br/>Abigale was surprised to hear Rosetta's back story. It was amazing to hear that a daughter of Aphrodite had managed to have her powers subdued by a protective father. That didn't usually stop many of them, "No, I don't mind. It's nice to hear a good story once in a while. So many come here because their homes and lives were destroyed by a monster. Many get hunted down and killed before they even know why they are being hunted. Some manage to make it here, but only with a little life left in them. I came here covered in blood and screaming for someone to get my mother's body. My story is a bit more common than yours. Some get dragged in here confused by a Satyr," she pointed to Vincent, "Like him. He thought a cop brought him here as punishment for something. That cop was trying to protect him. He's coming around...not sure where those handcuffs went though. I'm sure they'll turn up somewhere," Abigale wasn't too worried about keeping track of Vincent. She had his possessions and if he wanted them back, he'd come find her.<br/><br/>"So, anything strange ever happen in your life. I know you were sheltered and all, but no weird things? I saw my first monster when I was eight. I didn't know what it was and it apparently didn't know what I was. It smelled a demigod, but I was too young for it to notice that it was me. He was a cyclops. He roamed around my school for days before finally wandering off. No one ever believed that I'd seen a man with one eye, but once I got older I realized what it was."