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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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"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.

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."

The chin kiss is unexpected and new, but Scott can't help but pull her close with one arm, grinning into it. He's not quite sure what spurred it on, but he's not complaining, either. It's hard, though, she'd be right. He's never even met Victoria, and he kind of wonders...is he the kind of progeny she'd want for a grandson? A werewolf? There's hardly anything victorious about getting into a fight with a wolf and losing.

But just hearing all that out of her warms him all over, and for a second? He's not so worried. "Allison..."

Scott leans in, cupping her cheek with his hand and pressing their foreheads together before kissing her, just softly, smiling into it. (They are in a public area, after all.)

"I think...I think the hardest part is knowing who you are, what you are...but not knowing the person you came from. Or...well, descended from, I guess, in my case. It's not a Greek-Roman thing, I think it's more of a...thing all types of people could feel, you know?"

Slowly, her eyes open after that small, sweet kiss and it takes her a moment to reply, considering his words. "Yeah."

She smiles a melancholy smile, her forehead still against his as they sit there, as if the world's slowed down around them. It's easy to forget all that's happened when you're irrevocably in a deep, ardent like with someone.

"Do you wish you had a different family? Like, the typical American family?" Allison asks, absently rubbing her thumb over his back.

He refuses to move his forehead away from hers, just sitting in the silence. He knows there are people around, but he can't really help himself. Allison makes things better for him, reminds him who he really is. Anchors him.

That, though, makes him think. He takes a few moments before replying. "Um, I did, sort of. Once. But...I don't want my dad back in the house. We're better off without him."

"What was he like?"

She pauses, pursing her lips. "Only if you want to tell me about him," Allison adds quickly, not wanting to put him in an awkward position. If he wanted to know, she would tell him about her family. Honesty is important for the both of them right now, Allison especially.

"He...wasn't a good guy, towards the end." He's quiet to talk about it, of course, the nights where his dad would come and not seem...like himself. He kind of knows what it was, now, but he's not really comfortable talking about it, not yet. "I don't even really know the whole reason why he left me and mom. And it was...hard, after he went away, y'know? But we got by. We still get by. And...I guess he was okay in the Legion, if his reccomendation got me into the Fourth." It's the best he can give her, for right now.

It's more than enough information, and she feels lucky that he is even divulging these details to her. Constantly, she worries about how much trust he puts in her and this is reaffirming.

"My dad and I are - we're still recovering from mom's ... " she trails off, needing a moment. It still pains her that she couldn't have been there to say her last goodbyes. "It's not the same, I know. But I understand how you might have felt."

He nods a little bit, an arm sliding around Allison's shoulders. It's gotta be really hard for her, too. Her mom's...not coming back, wouldn't even have a chance to change like his might.

His wouldn't. But it's the principle.

"Hey, no." He rubs her shoulder a bit, thumbing softly. "It's important, Allison. I'm glad you're talking about it." Even though they're both not saying much, he gets it.

"I probably should more," she admits, leaning into him, knee bumping his affectionately.

"Maybe if I talked more, I wouldn't have ..." Her lips from a thin line, dimples acting like parentheses on her face. "You know. But! That's behind me. I'm getting better."

"You are!" He agrees, patting her on the knee. And it's true. Allison's opened up to him a lot, and...he knows it's tough, doing that sort of thing. Hell, he's got a new secret to keep now that he's not willing to divulge to everyone and their mom just yet. He runs a thumb over her kneecap a few times, quietly, before perking up and asking her. "Um. Have you worked on Diana's curse yet?" Artemis, Scott, it's Artemis. "Sorry. Artemis. Can you...y'know?" He mimes shooting an arrow.

"I think it's wearing off, actually. It helped that Elizabeth and Lydia have more or less forgiven me," Allison murmurs, her eyes focused on the next set of archers at the range.

"I can hold my ring daggers. I have to wear bandages when I use them now, but they're pretty effective. I can keep them next month when I meet you out in the woods." Because like hell is she going to stay away whenever he changes. "Jean Prouvaire definitely threatened me. As did Nico. But more people like me nowadays."

"I don't know either of those guys, Jean Prouvaire or Nico - wait, I think that's Derek's brother, actually, but I've never talked to him. But, um...I'm gonna keep my eye out for them." Because the last thing he needs is someone trying to hurt Allison, especially when the fighting back she could do wouldn't be fair. He stares off at the archers, contemplating everything. It scares him a little bit how willingly he'd rush to her aid, but he's trying to put the past behind him. Allison has...really helped him. There's trust here.

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