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While he was normally more dexterous, Arthur's mind was too distracted to see what was in front of him and led to him falling straight into the mud and the other demigod falling on top of him. What a great addition to an already shitty day for the son of Athena.

"No, it's alright." Arthur said as he took the others hand to help him get back onto his feet. Now covered in mud, he sighed as he tried to brush as much of it off him. No point in continuing his run. "Yeah, I'll survive. At least we didn't fall into a pit of lava or something." You had to try and stay optimistic, especially in a world like theirs. "I'm Arthur, by the way. I don't think we've met" He said, extending a hand.

"We haven't." he reaches again, this time to accept his hand in greeting. "I'm Omarion. My mother is Hestia. I've pretty much stationed myself at the infirmary." he released Arthur's hand. "It's nice to meet you though. I've heard they've been bolstering the ranks. Have you been fairing well enough?"

jack slowed his steps when he heard omarion’s voice, the crunch of gravel halting. “i was just walking,” he said, voice quiet yet still rough, he'd just came back from training and he wasn't ready to go back to his cabin.. “didn’t really have a destination in mind, just wanted to see where my feet took me.”

His green eyes locked and held the gaze with jack, a silent 'really?' look crossed his features as he scoffs quietly. "Who am I showing off for? Ain't nobody here but you." he says, only realizing that could come off the wrong way.

"I mean, not to diss you and say you're not worth showing off for....man, I'm just trying to practice control and vibe." he shook his head and chuckled. "You're more than welcome to sit and vibe too since you've got no destination. I wouldn't mind the company."

He watched the other start to go through the box. Did he know what any of the stuff did not at all, but it was cool to see that it was stuff he needed. "You might have to tell me where everything goes. Im sure i would make better company but i can do both." His brow raised as the other started to open the other stuff. "you think even with magic that would work better."

He tapped his fingers along the edge of the table the was leaning against. "that's a fair point but im sure some of them have more control."

"Thank you for carrying that big, heavy box all the way. Must have been completely fucking brutal on your muscles." He was back to teasing, stealing another smooch before pulling away and turning back towards the equipment.

"With magic, it should be better. But I didn't work with magic when I was in school learning how to care and tend to the injured and ill." he snorts, leaning towards the counter, gripping the edge as he stares towards a spot on the far wall. "How do you honestly feel about your place in all of this?"

When he woke up, Arthur found a letter on his door. Recognizing Merrick's handwriting right away, he expected it to be something about another hike later that day or something but then he read the message and he could feel his heart sink into his stomach. Merrick was leaving camp and going back to London, Arthur didn't need to read further. Crumpling the note in his hand, he shut the door and slumped back into his bedroom.

His mind was too awake now, he had a million thoughts but he didn't want think. Not right now. Instead of focusing on one of his books, Arthur figured a run would be better for him right now. Luckily Ez wasn't there to question him, so he didn't have to explain himself.

He must have been running for an hour undisturbed, Artie seemed to have the entire forest to himself. His mind was focused on the trees in front of him, and then he was finally found. Nearly running into them, Arthur stopped himself and slid over before falling into some mud. "Oh, sorry about that." even if he was the one who fell.

Next thing he knew, he was jumping to the side, trying to avoid collision with another body. It would have been a smooth landing if he had noticed that his shoe lace was untied. Trying to take another step made the son of Hestia trip and tumble right on top of the other body already in the mud.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, laid across the other's stomach and his own face mere inches from eating mud if the other demigod had not provided cushion. "No, no. It's my bad. I should have been paying closer attention." he steadily gathers himself back to his feet and then offers a hand for the other to have in assistance.

"What about you? You good?"

"Oh, damn. Yes. I was starting to wonder why there wasn't any of this." he pulled out some various supplies. Gloves, Disinfectant, syringes and biohazard bags. "If you want to help, I won't turn it down. Or if you just want to keep me company, that's fine too. I'm just trying to get this place a little more organized and modernized." he turns to one of the drawers and opens it to pat an opened box with a defibrillator.

"I ordered this the other week. I pray that we never have to deal with anyone flat-lining but I don't want to ask one of the Zeus guys to zap and accidentally fry someone trying to get a heart beating."

He was just about to go and make his rounds, surveying the perimeter of camp when he’d gotten the message. His first thought was to go by after he was done but going to someone’s cabin smelling of the woods might be a bit disrespectful.

Change of plans, then. It took him a moment longer than he’d admit to find the right place but that was a secret kept between him and the night sky as he knocked on the door. Hands in his jacket pockets, looking from side to side as he processed just how much sweetness his nose was picking up.

"Hey Adrian. Glad you decided to stop by," he said stepping out of the way and opening the door wider for the son of Artemis to enter. The cabin inside looked...pretty much like the perfect rustic woven with luxury cabin one would see in the spreads of a magazine. Very much inviting comfort and of course the warmth of home to even those who had never been within.

"I made cookies. It's my go-to guest snack. Then I remembered you probably just woke up, so maybe I should have made breakfast instead unless you got something at the dining hall."

He paused, then gave a low chuckle. “You want a closer look?" Adam raised a brow, "Alright- sure bro whatever." Adam smoothed, holding his hands out for the son of Hestia to examine closer.

"But I get what you're doing is absolutely different and what you're trying to achieve. You want to put down as much pain as you can in your hits, yeah?" His hands hovered over Adam's, and sparks of rose colored flames danced around his fingertips, letting the heat bleed down into the other's flesh and bone, slowly mending the tissue damage.

"Have you always wanted to be a fighter? I remember playing Tekken all the time as a kid, I never thought about living it, though."

Hands beaten and battered, Adam moved to sit off to the side as he dropped an ice pack on the knuckles he'd been slamming into the nearest post for hours. A rhythm like a metronome to his strikes - Adam was going to be hearing the sound of his fists against the wood when he tried to close his eyes later tonight.

Flames, water, horses - fucking spears that came out of nowhere - there wasn't much of a limit, it seemed, to what the demigods could or couldn't do. "Bro that's still so sick," Adam observed, tipping some water over his lips, he'd seen some of what Omarion could do recently in Utah. "it doesn't like, hurt or anything?"

"Naw, it doesn't hurt ME but I figured it's supposed to hurt others. Emphasis on supposed to." He had not forgotten how those demonic creatures brushed off his flames as if he was just a mild inconvenience to them. "Which makes me think while I have fire power, I probably should consider picking up a weapon." The flames were extinguished with flicks of his wrist as he sauntered over closer to his fellow demigod. His eyes darted down at Adam's knuckles, noting the bruised joints on ice.

"That looks like it hurts." He sits next to the other. "Care to let me get a closer look?"

"hard to defend-- calling it a job, but saying I cared." regarding himself, how he'd explained it, his head tilted as he shifted in his seat. "I just tried to leave it there, to not bring it home with me. I picked it all back up when I'd be in the next day." that felt like a better explanation.

still, he'd left it all behind, just the same.

"a new path," he echoed. "regrets will likely come. I'm mostly glad for the new direction." having it brought before his face that he'd been at a literal crossroads, a point between states, only made things more apparent. "may those regrets not consume us," he'd amend.

"Whelp. Normally I would go over to the main festivities and show everyone up with a good C-Walking, but I'm still focused on getting my cabin in order. Aka, I'm making myself some tea and I'll probably fall asleep in my crafts. Physiology shift been draining my energy a tad bit, I've been feeling it." he takes a stand from his suit and clasps a hand firmly onto the Son of Hecate's shoulder.

"I like your vibe so far and it was good chatting with you. My door is open for all of you but, really, drop in whenever. Enjoy the rest of your night." he says before taking his leave.

"Nice to meet you" He tilted his head as greeting. "Knowing who my dad is it might not just be drinks there might be more party supplies along the way." Leo took a sip of his own drink.

"before today i didn't think i would have a dad but here are the world changes faster then we think." he smiled at him the other moved to face him.

"Not really went batshit for a while but we are back in it." He gave the other the best smile he could. "what about you? you hanging there?"

"Give me too many of these, it'll be like the last Christmas party at my job. I had to give props to the doctor that made that eggnog." And who knew what sort of zaniness was to occur ahead. He knew he had to be cautious...but also not too restrictive. May as well enjoy his new found partial divinity in ways he was otherwise restrained as just human.

"Oh, I'm all good. Nice lake view, drink in my head, hottie on a blanket next to me. Can't complain much right now." he said with a playful, rhythmic bounce of his shoulders. "Well, let me know what can be done to keep you level. Don't need you randomly crashing out. I don't know if your father was a Mad god or not. Kinda only have a surface level of greek mythology."

"More than one should." The country twang echoed in the space between them as he took a little intake of breath. It was a struggle to go into it, but the other had asked, and Cassidy wasn't one to try and obfuscate his own truth. "I saw the world burn- I stood on the sun and felt...something intense. You ever stand in a room full of people yelling at ya at the same time? It was like that- but..." He squinted for a moment before he spoke again. "I could see what was gonna happen to them. You know? Every single person. The end of em, the mistakes they make- will make. And entire world just...flooding over me. You know?" Cassidy pointed out as he reached up his hand to brush his knuckles against his chin before he continued.

"And then I saw my family home on fire. The flames felt so rare, like they could just burn ya up. I could feel the screams...of someone inside. " He said a touch softer. 'And I know it's the truth. You know? I can't tell ya it's not. It's something that will happen. I feel that in my..you know.." He moved is finger to tap at his head before he dropped it.

"I saw my neighbor on his death bed. Guy was a replacement father figure; known him my whole life. He knew it was the end, so did I. He was agitated and scared but, I just did what I could to comfort him. What you just shared with me puts what I heard Hestia speak into perspective."

He looks over at Cassidy, sympathy in his eyes but also still a firm gaze to be locked onto as he spoke what he felt needed to be said to the Son of Apollo. "Not a rosy time but it's not something you have to be burdened with by yourself. You say that you feel it's going to happen? Maybe you saw that to prevent it from being so." It was a stretch but he chose to believe and have some HOPE that the apocalypse could be thwarted in their lifetime.

"We're just meeting. We don't need to think about it ending so soon. Easier said that done, I know. But you ever need a delightful diversion, I'm pretty solid at it." he rubs his hand in circles upon Cassidy's back. "If you need to snack your feelings away, all my patients have told me that I make a damn good blueberry pound cake too."

Ezequiel studied him studying his eyes, sharp gaze on his features while a soft smile graced his lips. "I've always liked a little mystery, perhaps you are right."

"Can't say I was restrictive with care because that was my career." he said, meeting the other's gaze with his own. "My loving is easy to attain...of those deserving. Restrictions may apply." his eyes flickered up and down, lips stretching into a grin. "Trying to get on my spicy side already?"