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Who: Dean, and other participants in the competition
What: marksmanship competition!
Where: the archery range
When: backdated to March 8
Warnings: violence against innocent targets?

There are targets all set up at different intervals, and more waiting by the sidelines. It's come to Dean's attention that certain parties may end up being a little on the destructive side for this competition, so he wants to be prepared. Not to mention there are apparently going to be some other showboats coming out this afternoon.

Dean would like them all to bring it.

This being his own competition, he steps up to the plate first, gun in hand. There are very few misses, and most of his shots are tightly clustered on the targets. Beat that, Apollo cabin.

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High-five, yeah! He jumps a little to make it. One day, growth spurt. One day. "Right? That's the first time I've ever done it, too! I thought I was more careful with my pellets, though, but at least there are extra targets."

You should have come to camp sooner, Dean. He would have gotten all of the exploding ammo his little heart could desire.

Deans approval means a lot to Charlie -- this guy is cool, doesn't seem to take shit from anyone, and drives the neatest car in the universe. He beams up at him. "You mean it, really? I know I used the wrong ammo and stuff, but that's my best shot yet?"

Sometimes being unorthodox works. The slingshot means the world to him, almost like he's making up lost time with it after his parents took away his old one (and really, that was only a couple of years ago.) It's also a neat weapon.

Dany's praise makes him puff up with pride. "Thanks! I tried really hard!"

"You made it, you really did!" Not like Charlie didn't think his brother would make the star like he wanted, but still. He's surprised that Enjolras is using a gun, though -- he thought most everyone else from their cabin would be using a bow.

It's going to lead a dangerous question, though. "Can you teach me how to shoot a gun too?"

Elizabeth makes a face. "...Good point. Maybe should have thought that one through a little bit more."

"There will always be extra targets, so I wouldn't worry. Besides, we're all pretty used to things blowing up around here. I'd say you're good."

"Thanks!" He's all smiles. "You were really great too with the bang and the bang!"

Each sound effect is punctuated by him pretending to fire a shot from a finger gun. "I almost thought you were gonna kill that guy!"

That gets Elizabeth laughing.

"No way. I'd never kill Percy Jackson. Being a Hunter comes with accuracy to rival you Apollo kids."

"I am offended that you didn't ask for my help," he tells her, still grinning nonetheless. Arms around her waist, he gives her a light squeeze, glad to be back with her. "So is this what you've been doing since we got back?"

She grins a shit-eating grin. "More or less, up to no good as always, and I wasn't even planning on joining the thing initially. You know, I feel like my cabin gets the most in and out traffic, considering that two of my brothers are gone again and I've got Thor and Odin living under the same roof, but it's been okay," which isn't entirely a lie. She may get to the real problem at some point if she has to, but otherwise she'll let her mouth run for a while longer. He just got back from a quest, after all.

"How are you?"

"Well I didn't think you were gonna actually do it, but it looked like you were gonna." Also, knife towards the crotch, Liz? Low blow, even Charlie knows that.

"You should help teach the Apollo Scouts! That Dean guy is gonna give a demonstration too!"

She kinda forgets these things, being isolated from men so much, okay?

"Is he?" She raises an eyebrow. "Well, I think we mentioned something about me stopping in before, but now I definately will."

"What?"

Scott talks through a mouthful of food, but finally swallows, looking up at her.

"No, no way. I'll be fine, no worries."

"Hey Allison."

Scott pulls her close to his chest, giving her a quick little squeeze before sitting down next to her, an arm slid around her shoulders.

"This is really cool, huh?" He feels kind of bad. He's not sure how to talk about this with her without upsetting her, because he knows this is something she's really good at that she can't do.

She takes the bag back, looking annoyed. "You're gonna eat the whole bag like that."

She actually claps at the bow, too, because - that's the way it's supposed to be done. And really, it's good for Natalie to get out and show her skills, especially in a way like this.

She moves to sit down next to the counselor, turning to speak to her. "Did you come up with that yourself?"

It is, in a way, neat. Dany's kind of looking at the simplistic thing from a new light, now, wondering if there are any more adjustments they could give Charlie to make it more...battle-ready. She can afford to think this way, now. She has less to fear.

There's a gentler smile spread across her lips. "Have you been practicing, then?"

"Hey, things happen when you're up to something. Sometimes you've just got to roll with it, and awesome happens." It isn't always awesome; sometimes it's more like oh-gods-what-did-i-get-myself-into or just intense regret at getting caught. But he doesn't get caught often enough for that to be an issue, so it's usually awesome. Natalie moreso when she gets into it, with her powers.

"I am fantastic," he says cheerfully. "Alive and kicking after rescuing some dragons, and I'm pretty sure this doesn't qualify as a fate worse than death, so it's safe to say I'm unoathed, too."

Her face darkens for a second but she tries not to linger on it, as much as she wants to avoid making light of the problem. It's all in the past and it's been out of her hands, but it all goes back to how much she hates letting a situation get out of her control. Harboring that sort of hatred is sort of useless for a demigod - or a teenage girl, actually.

"Good. I missed you, you oath-taking jerkface," Natalie says sweetly.

Natalie looks up with a start when she realizes that Dany has joined her in the bleachers and she rests her beloved bow in her lap, plucking at the string like it's an instrument.

"That last one? Yeah," she says with a stupid grin on her face. "I wanted to show off the stuff that we worked on before, and this was a last minute thing."

At the first tug, though, Scott relinquishes the bag quickly, looking sheepishly apologetic. "Sorry. I guess I don't know how much I eat anymore."

"Doesn't matter now," she assures her, waving a hand. "You killed it, not literally, of course. What did Dean say to you after?"

It's nice, settling into this almost comfortable coupledom with Scott. She snuggles against him, just enough to stay respectable in public though they haven't done much except kiss a lot, away from prying eyes.

"I love it," Allison says emphatically, as if to tell him that she really is okay with it. So, sure, she's jealous, but it's not like this will be the last marksmanship contest in camp. She just hopes she'll be here long enough to participate.

He sees her face fall, immediately concluding that it must be about the oath. She hadn't even talked to him for, like, two weeks after she found out; of course that has to be it. He's about to say something about it, but Natalie gets to it first, and he just rolls his eyes good-naturedly.

"So, funny thing. We were in the middle of a fight - you know, being totally heroic and all - and the person comes out of nowhere and nearly kills me. The weird thing, though, is that right when he nearly got me, this... shield thing came out of nowhere, stopped him dead in his tracks. Last I checked, I didn't have any force fields in my belt, but then this burned out rock appeared in my pocket," he says conversationally, pulling it out. "Must have been in with some nuts and bolts I had lying around. Maybe you could tell me what this rune means, since you're good at that stuff?"

Translation: you could have just told him, Natalie, dios mio.

"It's...cheeky."

And honestly, it reminded her of something her brother might pull, which is why she asks. But the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks Leo and Natalie are a bit alike, which is why they work so well together.

She reaches out, her hand tracing down the bowstring even though she's been uninvited. One of her dragons - the green one - even goes so far as to crawl up towards Natalie's leg. Dany looks wary for a moment, but she keeps a close eye on Rhaegal just in case.

"It still amazes me that that sort of work can come from just a bow, arrows, and a bit of magic."

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