Acrobatics --open--

[Lycaeus]

Lycaeus danced across the arena, flipping over on a hand, his sword in it's sheathe by his side. He spun back onto his feet, repeating the process. He spun in cartwheels and backflips, all nailed in and trained into him when he was young. And he had lived a long time. He skidded to an abrupt stop, pushing a finger through the ring at the end of the hilt of his sword. With a quick yank, it was out, spinning on his finger.

The wolf daemon had the attribute of speed. That was visible in his sharp and quick movements, moving across the dummies and slicing them to bits of straw. He stopped, spinning his sword in circles and contemplating his progress. At least he hadn't gotten too rusty.

[Asteriesla Walker]

Exploring the camp was something that Asteriesla enjoyed doing. She adored the Greek Myths and legends and they were now very much alive. She had yet to take up the weapon, which she guessed was something that everyone had. She wasn't sure how she would get a weapon, or even what type of weapon to get. Arcery sounded interesting, but she doubted she'd make a good archer. She had pretended to sword fight with her brother with sticks when younger, buts swords were a lot heavier, she believed. So she was back to square one again. So the young demigod just continued to explore.

Ariving at the swords arena. the young girl froze, her dark eyes fixed on the movements of someone down there. It was fast and agile and Asteriesla doubted any human could ever get that good. The figure was moving very quickly and she didn't get a chance to really see them. But it had to be someone good. The magical shield around the camp didn't let anyone bad. or trying to harm the camp. Creeping forwards, keeping to any small shadows she could find, Asteriesla tried to see who this person was. Mostly, she had kept close to Ginger.

As the stranger stopped, Asteriesla saw that he had silver hair. She had never seen anyone with silver hair before. "Hello?" She asked, nervously, remaining still now, slightly tense in case he decided that she looked like a training toy. "I'm new... am I allowed here?" She asked nervously, her hands illustrating her words, before they just started to fidget. She was nervous and she wasn't sure if she might end up chopped up like the dummies. "That was really amazing sword fighting!" She added, hoping that this might help stop her getting chopped up.

[Lycaeus]

Lycaeus noticed her before she chose to speak, but because he decided to stay polite, he didn't say much. He continued on with his destruction, stopping for a moment at her voice.

"Hey!" The wolf daemon replied with a white and flashy smile, displaying his fangs for just a moment. He shrugged, looking around. "Everyone's allowed in here. Unless Agrius decides to ban you. But I doubt it." If he noticed her Timidness, he certainly wasn't showing it. He just continued on, his talkative side reaching him. "My name's Lycaeus. And thanks! I've just had a lot of experience and practice. I'm sure you'll get there if you practice too. You new? What's your name? Oh, I could help you get a weapon later. Our battle director is a little busy. I can get him later. His name is Agrius."

He paused, and sheathed his sword, deciding that it was the cause of her fidgeting. "Well, you don't have to be scared, I don't bite."

[Asteriesla Walker]

As the stranger spoke, Asteriesla relaxed a little. She hadn't been attacked or killed, which was positive. Giving a small shake of her head to clear her thought and move her black hair out of her face to stop her hidding behind it. But then she caught sight of the fangs and she blinked. "Are those... fangs?" She asked, in shock. She had never seen anyone with fangs before. But that was rude and she looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. Please forgive me." She appologised. Her Mum always told her to be polite and not to insult people or talk about how they looked.

As the stranger continued to talk, Asteriesla got the thought that he wasn't going to kill her and she slowly moved forwards. "Agrius? Who's he?" Asteriesla asked, hoping she hadn't forgotten a myth. She hated it when that happened? Was this stranger from one of those myths? The young girl felt really annoyed with herself when she forgot a myth. They were her favirote things in life. As he introduced himself, Asteriesla took in a small breath and moved closer, holding out her hand. "I'm Asteriesla Walker, its nice to meet you." She said.

At the run of words, Asteriesla paused. "I only just arrived a few days ago. My mother sent me on a plane. I grew up in England." She said, giving a little detail about her past. Now, she thought about the idea of having a weapon. "I guess I need a weapon, most others do. But I'm not sure what I would be best with." She said. "I'd like it if you taught me, though. There was a monster back home, and I'm guessing that there are a few more outside. I don't want to be unprepared." She said, illustrating her words with her hands as always. The monster had scared her and she felt that she was lucky to be alive.

As Lycaeus sheathed his sword, Asteriesla relaxed completely. The weapon did scare her, and she stopped moving her arms when she was not speaking, although she was very likely to start the habbit again when she started talking. At times, when she spoke about things that interested her, she spoke too quickly and her hands were needed to try and allow others to understand what she was talking about. It had moved to encompas most of her speach and she barely thought about it. It also fitted with her ADHD.

[Lycaeus]

"Huh?" Lycaeus stopped for a moment, raising a hand self consciously. His fangs? Not many people mentioned them, and the campers were all used to him being around right now. But then again, she was new, so she didn't know about them. "Oh, yeah, the fangs. I'm a daemon."

He gave her another smile just for show. "Nah, don't worry about it. We're all daemons, Agrius, Lamia and me." He didn't have the most proper grammar despite his age. Technically, they were demigods of types. "I'm part wolf, Argius is the bear, and Lamia is the snake. Oh, and our battle director is Agrius." He tried to look thoughtful, and failed. He had an immature personality like he was still a playful little kid.

"You want me to teach you?" That surprised him, he wasn't really a teacher. He didn't have the patience for that, "I guess, but I think Agrius or Lamia would be better at that. Well, it's nice to meet you, Asteriesla." He bent down next to the girl, his eyes glimmering with amusement, one blue and one brown. "I would tell you about my past, but it ain't so bright and it's long."

[Asteriesla Walker]

Asteriesla felt bad about pointing out his fangs. It was rude and she should have been able to with hold the impulse. She was training all the time to avoid such problems. But it was not easy when one had ADHD. Daemon? Asteriesla frowned, she hadn't heard anything about them in myths, or if she had, she had forgotten. "Are they in any myths? I don't know if I've heard of daemons before." She said, looking over at Lycaeus, and wondering what exactly it meant.

"A wolf?" Asteriesla said, questioningly. "Like a shapeshifter or werewolf?" She asked, still trying to see if she had the myths she needed in her mind already. But she doubted it. Usually myths came straight to her, not lurking on the side. It annoyed her not knowing about something. She liked being one of the best on the subject of Greek Mythology, or as it turned out, history. This not knowing was strange and the first time she had really experienced it.

As Lycaeus suggested that one of the others would be better, she blinked. Could someone be better than him at fighting? "Better teachers, right? Because I don't think anyone could get as good as fighting, that was pretty epic." Asteriesla said, with a small smile, trying to show 'epic' with hand gestures. Which wasn't as easy as it might seem. As Lycaeus offered to tell her the story of his past, she jumped up in excitment. "I love stories! My Mother read to me the Iliad for bed time stories!" She exclaimed. "Loads of people died in that. It isn't too bright, either."

[Lycaeus]

Lycaeus smiled at her first few statements, but it didn't reach his eyes. His expression was a bit sad and regretful, and he sat down unexpectedly with a lazy sigh. "No." He replied simply enough. His focus was on somewhere far away. "We're a myth forgotten long ago. We aren't heroes, so of course no one's interested. It's not a topic I enjoy."

"Nah, we're all pretty even. I think Lamia has the skills, though. Agrius is the best at teaching since he's the most patient." RPGs shrugged.

The wolf daemon shifted his multicolored gaze one the girl, windering if Lamia would get mad at him sharing their past. Agrius sometimes still had flashes of his childhood, and sometimes would have a breakdown. It had stopped recently, but Lycaeus knew they were all haunted by it. It was an uncomfortable subject. This daughter of Hades seemed trustavle enough, and it would be fine,, so he just started, relenting to her desires.

"We can be considered monsters, really. We used to be. We're all half monster, half demigod. I'm not sure what you would call that. Lamia's a decendant of the monster Lamia, I'm the child of the monster Lycaeus, and Agrius is the son of Agrius. It's simple, since we were all caged in Tartarus as kids. We could be regenerated. And we didn't have names. So we took our own names after our monster parent because it was the only thing we knew. We were kind of rented out, bet against other monitors, or sent on assassination trips. We were famous, and we killed many. So many..."

The daemon shifted and continued, "We didn't even know their names. Sometimes one of us got killed instead. Agrius was attacked by a drakon when he was still too small to out up a fight to it. His eye's permanently blind because of it. No one knew us, and we fade when it happens. We don't have any power to regenerate anymore. We're full demigods. We can finally die..."

"But Ginger found us. She brought us to this camo on her quest and we became friends. Helping this camp the best we can gives us a reason to live. I guess you could say this camo is like our haven, our final home."

[Asteriesla Walker]

Looking at the smile, Asteriesla thought that it wasn't right. A smile should be big, the face should all be happy. Hearing his words, Asteriesla frowned. "So are there other things that I should know about that haven't been remembered?" She asked, curiously, wondering what toher ideas could have been displaced because it didn't interest humans. Personally, Asteriesla just wanted to know everything she could about the past. From what she had seen, there were cabins for Gods of whom she had never heard of having demigod children. Athena for one, the Unseen One was another.

Hearing the next bit, the black haired girl nodded, thoughtfully. "Some people are better at teaching than others. I don't think I'm very good at teaching because I just talk really fast and don't let people think." She said, after some thought.

Listening carefully to the story, Asteriesla's dark eyes were curious. Learning new things was something she loved, well, mainly learning about the times of old. She wondered what it would be like, being forced to follow a path and not knowing anything else. Being alone, only having the name of one of your parents. It didn't sound like a good life. She felt sorry for them, it could not be easy. Then Lycaeus mentioned having killed many and she looked over at him. He sounded sad. "Humans kill animals. They don't think anything is wrong about that. Its the way one is raised." She said, trying to cheer Lyceaus up. She wasn't sure if it would work, but she didn't know what else would work.

'We can finally die...' it didn't sound too cheerful, but Asteriesla thought she understood what he meant by that. To be able to rest in peace, to not be tormented. Living without memory of what had happened would be better than the living Tartarus that they had been through. A chance to go to Elysium. "I understand." She said softly, looking down at the ground. She couldn't empathsize, but she did understand. It was the most that she could offer. Understanding. "I'm sure life will be good to you, now. I'm sure you have a chance at Elysium." She said, giving Lyceaus a smile.

Hearing the bit about Ginger, Asteriesla nodded. "She's very nice. And so is this place. I like it here. It makes a nice home." She said. "I don't have as big a story. I was born in England, I have a little brother. Then a big scorpian tried to attack me when I was in the forest and I ended up being sent here." She said, giving a big smile. "But I know quite a bit about the old stories. I used tot each other children about them."

[Lycaeus]

Lycaeus hadn't really met such a mature demigod at her age. He watched and listened to her replies, his smile still there, but not as jubilant. He shrugged off his history, not really enjoying sharing it. "Elysium?" The thought was slightly laughable because she didn't seem to understand yet. He had killed off by order like the monster he was. And they had all done it for their clients. The victims were never spared, no matter the amount of begging. The wolf daemon had become accustomed to killing. That was why he never hesitated in mid swing while training. They trained as if in a real battle.

Agrius was really the only one with second thoughts. He had always been kind, and now he had shown him that there was an alternative way to live out their long, painful lives. And now, it wasn't so painful.

Lycaeus flashed his fangs again with a smile. "Like a history teacher." He commented. "Caly might be able to use you. She's been busy lately. I guess you can explain things to the new campers. They're usually so intimidated and confused."

[Asteriesla Walker]

Lycaeus seemed suprised that she thought that they could go to Elysium, and Asteriesla wondered how hard it really had to be to live like that. Did they want punishment for what they had done? Did they not aspire to reach Elysium? "Even if you have done bad things, you had no choice, no knowledge of another way. Now you are consious. Its not like a continuation of living, like a soul returning to the over world. Its probably more of a rebirth. You're being good, and that's what matters. Not everyone does good now." Asteriesla said.

Hearing Lyceaus suggest that she could explain things to new campers, the young girl looked rather excited. "Do you think I could, really?" She asked, her words now in rapid fire, her hands moving as she tried to show her point. It sounded like fun. Telling other people about things, introducing them to the places. Informing them on the gods. "I would really enjoy that. Helping is good!" Asteriesla said, sounding more like her young self instead of the mature side that could creep up onto her personality.

[Lycaeus]

"Oh, we had a choice. We knew what we were doing perfectly well." Lycaeus sat down on the sandy arena floor lazily. They had, really. He just hadn't really cared. If he had to now, he would still kill. It was a part of him that couldn't be replaced. It weighed on his consciousness like a heavy weight. He just shrugged and smiled. "But thanks for trying to help, it's nothing for you to worry about. It's our own problem. We'll figure it out somehow."

Lycaeus decided to dismiss the topic and turn to the brighter conversation. He smiled at Asteriesla's enthusiasm. "Yeah, sure. We always need help with that stuff. We need all the help we can get. Caly's been overwhelmed lately."

(My posts are so much shorter... :'D sorry.)

[Asteriesla Walker]

"As people do when they eat meat. Its the way one is raised. You don't view it as others would because you were brought up thinking that it was fine. And if you were aware that it wasn't good, then that just shows that you had more awareness than the others, that you did have morals." Asteriesla said, her dark eyes steady as she looked at Lycaeus. She wasn't going to let him get away without feeling that he did have something good and a possibility of Elysium. Asteriesla decided that he was nice and friendly, and some people weren't like that. It was good what he was doing. Following Lycaeus' lead, the young girl also sat down on the sandy floor.

As she heard the next bit, Asteriesla gave a grin. "A problem shared is a problem halved." She pointed out, cheerfully and also more childlike than her previous words. Helping out people who she viewed as friends was one of the things that Asteriesla kept in the upmost importance and respect. As Lycaeus moved back to the subject of Asteriesla helping, the young girl grinned. "How many people do you get coming every month? I'd just love to teach them all. They must all be so different!" She said, her voice full of excitment and anticpation. She would be able to talk to so many differnet people and to see legends coming to life. It would be brilliant!

((Don't worry, I understand how muse does that to people.))

[Lycaeus]

(It's just that I'm lazy. I never have muse. Dx)

Lycaeus muttered to himself, out of Asteriesla's hearing range. "But we knew it wasn't right." A dark past was something that weighed on his conscience. He had done it, not matter what his circumstances. It was wrong and he had known. They all had. Now he could only hope to repay it all with the rest of his life, which would be pretty long unless he was struck by a disease or a weapon.

Deciding abandoning the subject was for at the best. He smiled at her optimistic views. "Yeah, they're different, and they usually don't understand what's going on. It depends on the satyrs' efficiency, really. They get our demigods." He replied to her questions with a tilt of his silvery head. "And you could help Caly a bit. When you're old enough, you can probably be an activity director." He commented.

[Asteriesla Walker]

Asteriesla gave Lycaeus a smile, hoping that he would feel better. She didn't like people feeliing bad. The little girl did believe that Lycaeus did have a chance of getting to Elysium. Everyone did do things that they later regretted, things that were not good. But everyone had a chance to make up for those. Yes, sometimes the problems were more horrific, but you always had a chance.

Listening as Lycaeus explained about the new commers, Asteriesla nodded. "I gues it can be a bit confusing. Especially if you haven't looked at the stories." She said, softly. It had been rather easy for her and she had been excited. "So, do you have your own cabin and live there? And train? Or do you do something else as well?" Asteriesla asked. "I'd love to do aything that could help!" The young girl said cheerfully, wondering how much help she actually could be.

[Lycaeus]

From her reassuring smile, Lycaeus took note that she was an optimist. He was, in fact, a pessimist. It was odd, despite his carefree personality towards others. He seemed to not have a care in the world, and never stopped joking and smiling. In truth, he had his troubles. He took almost everything seriously, and he would never forget something important.

The wolf daemon just shrugged pleasantly with that trademark grin he flashed throughout camp. "Yeah, we got to stay in the Blue House when we got here. Still there, actually. Agrius and I stay there, but Lamia likes to hang out in the woods at night, you know. She still hasn't gotten used to a bed."