↳ Cabin 20: Hecate

@[R] Pompeii Brooks Their handshake surprised Nicholas. He didn’t see it coming. Nor did Pompeii’s sudden warning.

“I’m surprised that you’re telling me this, but I’m more surprised that you’re willing to withdraw.” He admitted, very sincerely rather than his usual clownish way when notified with a challenge like this. However, the son of Zeus couldn’t resist as tease, not for the purpose of offending someone—but to divert their attention from whatever was bothering them. Sometimes, it amuses them; sometimes, it pisses them off. Those are all the reactions he needed. Nicholas held out his hand, referring to the potion.

“I won’t let them have you, princess.” He teased, feeling bold for a moment until a disturbing thought occurred to him. Nicholas, eventually frowned and said, “But I don’t like the idea of involving mortals, or even hurting them...if there’s no other option.”

He was silent for a long time, he could only hear the voice inside his head, arguing. The danger of their quest never occurred to him, only the possibility that his hands will be stained with blood---and he knows that it'll be anyone's but his.

So he decided, “Honestly, I don’t know how every single mind works. So, I may--no, I will sound absolutely stupid asking this: Does it hurt being a villain? Because if some point it does, then I don’t care how many men your father will send to hunt you. Heck, I don’t care if I have to face Mr. Brooks himself. If until now, you believe that you’re still a villain and your answer is ‘yes’ to my question, then I can’t have you hurting anymore. The Fates has been unfair to you.” Physical pain is easy in terms of recovery; the other types, it is much harder. That didn't encourage him to hurt mortals, but it motivated him to continue this quest.

“So, princess...” He silently assured to himself that calling her that won’t be a habit. But he can’t let himself receive all the teasing as the foolish Greek. “How about we do this again?” He reached out his hand, higher, referring to her hand instead of the potion. “Deal?”

@[G] Nicholas Gasirkarov Hearing what Nicholas had to say, Pompeii's bold eyes began to soften a little. He was kind-hearted and understanding. Pompeii normally considered them contradicting traits - if one were to understand someone else, surely, they'd use such knowledge to manipulate each other. Yet, Pompeii was incredibly thankful that Nicholas possessed both such traits. She let out a soft scoff before saying, "Indeed, foolishly brave... Thank you, nonetheless. Your foolish bravery is quite refreshing."

"I'll arrive at your cabin at dawn then, Gasirkarov. And trust me, you'd be surprised how my presence... and my absence goes undetected at this camp," she proclaimed before walking up to him and shaking his hand. She was sure that this meant that they had a deal. The flask with the potion was in her other hand. For a moment, the thought of her father's men crossed her mind. She pondered not telling him, simply for the sake that knowledge draws attention. Yet, she heavily sighed as she pulled her hand away.

"Out there, amongst the cities, there'll be my father's men. Hitmen, snipers, assassins... there is a hefty reward for my live return to London. They're nothing but human. Regardless, they're dangerous and I failed to address them earlier. If this is a deal breaker, then I can easily turn this potion into an optimistic looking glass and sell it off. We can pretend this exchange never happened." She wanted to believe that by telling Nicholas this, she was being genuinely honest. But the underlying notion of doing this to spite the Fates lingered in her mind. Pompeii was only warning him because it's not what a villain would do, and by lying to herself, she proved herself to be more of a villain.

* rolls dice * gets a 6

* rolls dice * gets a 6

* rolls dice * gets a 5

{Closed for Bijou Roux.}

Keeping the little crab safe and warm was something that Pompeii was exceptionally good at. For that, she was content. She'd take care of this little fellow wholeheartedly until she can find the owner of the small crab. She assembled a small sandy dune on top of her vanity table, fixed with her own artificial sunlight and a small pool of water. She even prepared some food for it. She thought it would be a good night.

That is, until the dreams started happening. She could hear the whines of every pet she's ever owned. Vesuvius, a red panda, was electrocuted until he smelled of burnt flesh. He was her most recent pet, and she let out a scream in her sleep as she remembered watching his body jerk as the blue current shot through his body. There was Octavia, her first dog. She remembered the gangster throwing her against the brick wall. Pompeii could remember the cries the puppy made, trying to call out for help. Every time, Pompeii was a sobbing mess, trying to fight against the clearly stronger men. The cruel man then began to beat on Octavia as she yelped out in pain. A horrid image, something a small child should never have to endure. These things started happening to her pets at a young age, when she was about 8 or 9 years old. They continued up until she was 15, when she realized that her father's gang would never allow her to have pets.

Pompeii screamed herself awake. She didn't take time to register that it was morning or that someone was going to attempt to bring her to breakfast like they always did. Instead, she stumbled out of her bed to her vanity, where the small little crab lay idle. It was still sleeping. She let out a cry of relief, tears streaming down her face effortlessly. Her smile was one of gratitude, thanking the gods that this pet didn't die under her watch. "Hey there, little crab, how are you today?" she whispered, petting its shell delicately with one finger. The door suddenly opening startled her, making her stumble back and away from the cab. "What are you doing here? I'll be down for breakfast when everyone is gone. I'd assume you already knew that... you're not the satyr," Pompeii instantly exclaimed, although she calmed down at the end. Gingerly, she wiped away the tears she let fall down her face then looked away from the demigod. How dare Pompeii be exposed in a moment of weakness.

-- room updated!

@[G] Im Yoona [ Child of Hecate here as well. Hello there sister~ ]

* rolls dice * gets a 6

* rolls dice * gets a 3

@Im Jinah "So I guess you're my sister??...figures" the mysterious boy mumbled as he strode slowly towards her still not giving off any emotions on his part. "see you later then" He whispered as he brushed past by her silently with an air of unexplainable darkness shrouding his footsteps.

@Im Jinah "Hey" the boy greeted turning his head in a slow, timid kind of motion, his eyes glinting mysteriously while his whole face was emotionless, towards the girl staring at him

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@Im Jinah "Yes I am and you're my sister then."Minho said as he cracked a grin on his face. Its a good thing that they met again since he's been having dreams about her and now, what a great surprise that they have the same godly parent.

"Well, its nice meeting you again, Nana."He told her and chuckled after that.

"How are you by the way?"

@Im Jinah 'Minho, why are you here?'

Minho smiled and hugged the the girl. He missed her, its been a while since they saw each other. They were friends back at the human world and the last time he saw her was the time he was sent to camp.

He broke the hug, "I'm a demigod Nana and I can see you are as well"He replied to her question. Of course it was obvious that she is but---the question is why is she in Hecate's cabin. Could she possibly be---

"Are you a child of Hecate?"

@Im Jinah It was yet again another day for Minho. He was all lazy and bored so for the whole day, he stayed inside the twentieth cabin, Hecate's cabin. Its been a while since he'd been here and so far, he only met one of his sibling. He knew there's more of them but..he always wondered why couldn't he see him.

He shrugged it off and continued what was he doing. The guy was yet again just doing nothing rather than training. Yes, he's lazy and he admits that. He saw someone enter the cabin, 'Finally~'he thought as he stood up to greet that person. "Hi, Choi Minho imnida~"He greeted. And then it hit him, the person's a girl and he's sure he met her before. Infact, they were close way back before.

"Nana?"