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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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Oh, she nearly forgot about that. It practically slaps the blush right onto her cheeks. "It means," she begins seriously, reaching for the rock and turning it over between her fingers. "'Helpful Ladyfriend' in Ancient Greek, actually. It's almost archaic, I'm surprised I even remembered what it meant."

More powerful than she thought, too. That puts the grin back on her face and she doesn't even bother fighting it.

Where's the fun in telling him about these things, anyway?

He likes this, too. He's not so afraid anymore, even though he's still so unsure about this 'turning into a werewolf' thing. What it entails, what'll become of him? He's not exactly sure. But Allison's here, and there's this, and he's got Heather and Sojo and Derek and Zack and...frankly, a ton of people willing to help him work through it.

So there's that.

"I kind of wish I knew how," he says, with a little laugh, noticing her comfort and unclenching just a little bit. "Bows really weren't too big at Camp Jupiter - well, except for Apollo kids. Our Apollo, not the Greek one."

She isn't totally at ease with the dragons, unfortunately. Her body tenses a little bit and she presses her knees together, but she doesn't scoot away.

"'Suck it' wasn't exactly a lot of hard work," Natalie admits sheepishly, shrugging a shoulder. "I was just being silly, I guess."

"Isn't it the same Apollo?" Allison points out sensibly, nudging him gently. She knows he's been raised a Roman, but they're in a Greek camp and she's just learning more about her own pantheon.

"I mean, he has the same name, so it's not like there's a huge difference between his Greek and Roman aspects, is there? That's just how I see it, anyway."

"I want to start using that," she says, with a tiny, tiny smile. Because in the end, when she finally is able to storm on them like she wants, to raze the group to the ground with her dragons strong and proud, she wants to be able to tell the Red Room that they, in fact, should suck it.

He's already got the stink bombs, exploding pellets, and regular ones. If he were a more vicious person (he already feels a little bit bad about the exploding ones,) tear gas or noxious gas pellets would be his next step. As it is, he's content with what he's got.

Charlie bounces on the balls of his feet, arms swinging a little. "Every single day, right after lunch!"

"Rude much?" Grumble, grumble. You do one nice thing for someone... This is why Margot is always such a jerk. Well, that and she's just a jerk. "Shit excuse, you're dismissed."

"Um, sort of, I guess?" He shrugs a little. He may get on more with the Greeks and may mesh with them more, rather than the strict formations of Roman-style combat, but...he's a member of the Legion first and foremost. "Our Apollo's more militaristic. Some people...I've heard some people used to call him Phoebus, but mostly it's just Apollo on our end."

He didn't mean to be rude! But he gives her a little nod anyway, scratching the back of his neck again. "Sorry again - I'll see you around." He gives her one more apologetic smile and pads off to go find his girlfriend.

He grins, thinking the blush cute on her, but mostly pleased at having caught her. When she explains, though, he has to raise an eyebrow.

"'Helpful Ladyfriend,' really? And archaic, too? You couldn't just find something normal like, I dunno, 'shield'?" he teases.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Natalie insists, keeping the charade up, though ducking her head shyly. She knew he would catch her at some point.

Natalie pulls her ponytail over her shoulder, twisting her hair around her fingers. "How powerful was the shield, then?"

"I don't, like, have a patent on that. It's a commonly used phrase," Natalie points out with a lift of her shoulder, gesturing awkwardly as if to indicate everyone around them.

"No, silly me, of course you don't know. These things just appear in my tool belt now and then. Because, you know, totally a normal thing you'd find in a workshop."

Rolling his eyes, he continues, "Looked pretty strong. Like I told you, it stopped him dead. Whoever this Helpful Ladyfriend of mine is, she really knows her stuff." Leo grins at her, a twinkle in his eye. "I should probably thank her."

"Uh huh."

She licks her lips thoughtfully, resting her hands on her hips as she considers him. "Didn't I promise you something for when you got back? I probably shouldn't forget it since, like, you're here and all," Natalie muses.

"Isn't it difficult, seeing the gods as two different entities when they're technically the same deity?" It's more of a musing out loud than an actual question, though she would be curious to hear what Scott thinks about the divisions. "I've heard that goddesses like Aphrodite are basically the same for both camps. It just seems like a different ballgame from me being more Allison than Skadi, though I don't think I'll ever stop being me, even if I regain more of her powers."

He's tempted to draw out the teasing about his mystery lady, but with that little reminder, he decides to let it drop.

"Now that I think about it, there was something," he agrees, smiling. "Remind me what that was, again?"

Natalie rolls her eyes to the skies before lifting her hands to rest them on his shoulders. This is not the best segue into a serious conversation, but she cannot turn down that kind of opening.

So, in front of everyone who might be looking, she leans in a kisses him. A well deserved show of affection.

"Um, you know what?" He's going to be honest right now, sighing a little. "It is a little weird. It was hard, especially at first. I had to learn all these new names and stuff, and I mean - I'm not...it's not like I'm stupid or anything, but that took time like anything else. But I think the Greeks...the Greeks are a lot more interactive with their gods, I guess I wanna say? Like...a lot of us haven't even met our parents, or ancestors...y'know, that kind of thing. Wish we would, but we don't really expect it, so much."

It certainly is a different ballgame, though, and it's hard to explain, especially since the other pantheons don't really have something like this to go by. "I hope you stay yourself, I mean - as much as you can. I really like Allison, y'know?" A hopeful little smile. He doesn't know Skadi too well, after all.

He kisses back without hesitation, despite knowing that anyone could be watching them. If Natalie minded, she wouldn't be doing it. There's a cheeky grin on his face when they pull away.

"It's good to be back."

"I know it is. But not by me." She gestures around again, to everyone around her. "I like it. And it's...good. Everyone around us is so forward with their feelings. It's time I start doing things that way, too."

Now that's the sort of thing Dany likes to hear. She gives him a little nod. "That's a lot of discipline and responsibility for someone your age." Dany, he's not that much younger than you. "Your brother should be proud."

That smile is returned with one that wavers. "I missed you," Natalie mumbles, almost unheard though she makes sure it reaches his ears. The simple words carry more weight than she intends but that's what happens when she hits another slippery patch.

Allison sits up, wrapping both arms around Scott's torso so she can pull him closer and kiss his chin. It's not easy for anyone, it doesn't matter what the pantheon is. Her mom, though she misses her every day, was an incredibly difficult and obsessive woman, severe and brutal if necessary. She had her but she never knew her. On some level, she still understands that longing a lot of these demigods face.

She makes a mental note to Iris Message her father.

"I like you too," she whispers, "and I liked you before and after the change."

"You- That- You don't shoot there!" He's not approving of nearly taking off his junk in order to metaphorically kick Dean in his. Okay fine she can't hurt him there but still. Principle of the thing.

But at least she's apologizing, so he groans and takes the proffered hand without any more annoyance. "Just don't do it again?"

"SORRY!" She practically yelps this time. She kinda forgets a little bit, just how sensitive men are about their manly bits. Weird dangly looking things. Vaginas are so much tougher.

"Unless you give me a damn good reason to, you have nothing to worry about." Like, if you get Annabeth pregnant. Then she promises nothing.

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