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Started October 02, 2020 by Deleted user

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I don't think I can physically make a cis pjo oc

The heavy scent of oil and grease had long penetrated her nose by the time she had finished the prototype. her idea was to build a longsword that could change form into a bastard sword, but sadly it hadn’t worked in any of her tests yet. She groaned and wiped her sweaty forehead, she did remove the sweat but a big smudge was left over

Somewhere else in Camp Half-Blood, the forest, the sound of owls and the rustling of leaves filled the morning air. Sierra sat on the bank of a babbling creek. Technically, campers weren't allowed in the forest alone, but who would ever come with Sierra to the forest? After she chose the wrong side in the Titan War? Even her siblings in the Hecate cabin didn't accept her. She sighed and rested her chin in the palm of her hand, her elbow balancing on her knee. Tonight was capture the flag, the Ares and Athena Cabins leading the two teams as usual. A loud horn signaled the sound for breakfast, but Sierra stayed sitting. She had no desire to join the rest of Camp Half Blood for the meal. All she ever got were annoyed glares and whispers behind her back.

Mel wandered through the forest, swinging his sling idly, and he looked around, sighing in disappointment when all the monsters he saw turn tail and run away at the sight of him. He pocketed the sling and trudged through the forest, kicking up leaves as he walked, singing softly to himself.

Sierra's mind wandered. She remembered her best friend, Ethan Nakamura, and how he painfully died, falling to his death into Tartarus. She shook her head, as if she could shake away the memories. A noise came from her right. At first she figured it was the wind, but then she heard a soft singing. Monsters don't sing she thought to herself. She summoned a dagger in her hand. They were all white with a faint purple glow, seemed to be made from pure light. Sierra stood, but came face to face with the child of Phobos.

"Mel," She stated emotionlessly. Sierra threw the dagger on the ground and it shattered like ice. "Campers aren't supposed to be in the forest alone."

Nikoli sat on the branches of a tree, watching Sierra and Mel. They were reading up here when Sierra came along and then Mel, they couldn't leave without sounding suspicious which they didn't want to have to deal with.
But damn it, this is gonna be boring, watching two people talk, on the other hand it would be funny if I did drop down. I'll wait to see if either of them notice me first.

Mel stopped when he saw Sierra, child of Hecate. “So you’re not only a child of the night, but you’re a hypocrite… interesting.” His big cobalt blue eyes were wide and staring, rather in an unsettling way, and was quite surprised that someone had actually spoken to him. He pointed up into the trees at Nikoli, without looking up. “It appears that most campers don’t give a fuck. Those who don’t fear being mauled a little anyway, or are confident in their abilities to fend off monsters. Like Nikoli and I. Chiron doesn’t really do anything to me for coming in here due to the fact none of the monsters want to come near me. As long as I’m quiet about my trips in here, he doesn’t punish me for it.” He sighed and glanced around the forest. He was a little down in the dumps today, so he didn’t act like his bright self that he usually displayed around camp in hopes someone would talk to him.

Sierra rolled her eyes and sat back down by the creek. The laughter coming from the mess hall seemed like an insult to injury. She looked up at Nikoli in the tree. She summoned another dagger and absently messed drew lines in the dirt. Twenty minutes off her life span in less than three minutes. Sierra couldn't care less about her curse. So what if she died early? She heard of the Roman Praetor, Frank Zhang, who suffered a similar curse. "Shouldn't you two be eating?" She wished to be alone, and she wasn't leaving her spot by the creek.

Nikoli flipped so they were hanging upside down by their knees. "Chiron does not like me very much, I'm not a favoured camper like Percy Jackson or even Nico Di Angelo." They hummed, giving a small wave. "It's not like any beasts in this wood would do much other than tear off a limb or something, not that bad."
A pause before they spoke again.
"I brought sandwiches I stole from some Hermes kids."

Sierra almost laughed, but kept her face straight. She pushed away the sandwich Nikoli threw at her. "I'm Chiron's least favorite camper, no doubt." Her upper lip twitched into a smirk. Before the children of Nyx and Phobos could respond, she rolled her eyes and muttered. "You guys didn't choose Kronos's side in the war. You didn't go into combat against the campers I see everyday." A chill went down her spine as she remembered Luke's golden eyes as the Titan of Time possessed him. "Not only Chiron, but the whole damn camp hates me."

"I didn't choose a side, they hate me for that as well. Hell, I fought both sides. Not an Ares kid, but the bloodrush is something indeed." Nikoli was still hanging upside down, hair covering their face but the red from the blood rushing to their head. "I don't hate you, by the way. You seem fine."

Phobos shrugged and leaned against a tree. “Everyone hates me for a reason I can’t even control and only talk to me if they can exploit me. And I don’t personally believe sides are straight black and white. These campers may believe that they were in the right and that they’re the heroes and the other side was entirely evil and something they just needed to destroy….. but they are incredibly wrong….” he shrugged, scuffing the dirt. “I don’t think you’re as evil as everyone makes you out to be. You made a choice for a reason, right?”

"I made the choice for my mother, and my great-grandparents." She chucked the her dagger at the tree across the stream. It stuck in the trunk for a few moments before disappearing. "I have the ichor of three goddesses running through my veins. My grandparents were campers here 50 years ago, daughter of Nemesis and son of Tyche." She sighed and shrugged. "Nemesis, Tyche, and Hecate were angry with the gods. They were labeled as minor and wanted to prove them wrong. I guess I wanted to prove to people that I wasn't an Unclaimed. That I wasn't just some orphan shoved into the Hermes cabin." She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "That plan backfired."