♆ Temple

@Oh Sehun ˢᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᶻᵉᵘˢ He was an hour into yoga before his mother appeared out of nowhere — her speciality, really. He felt her materializing beside him, the shift in the air. "Mom." He embraced Sylph. They moved deeper into the wide plains, ensuring nobody was in the vicinity.

The mother-son duo focused on tornado generation. Sehun was to generate and control a tornado. To test how long he had control over it.
Sylph took a backseat, watching her son train, ready to step in should the tornado go wild. He took a deep breath and focused on the wind currents far away from him, willing them to spin at different speeds and in different directions.

He warped in and pushed the warm air upwards, creating a spiraling funnel. Sehun then felt for cool air which he forced downwards to meet the funnel — a tornado was thus formed. He tuned out all noises and sights, focusing solely on the tornado. Sylph was there to stop any attacks from outsiders. Squeezing his eyebrows together, sehun willed the tornado towards a warmer base, pulling in colder air from afar to keep them them conflicting and sustaining the wind currents.

As the area was a wide plain, the debris left behind was grass and mud, nothing that couldn't be cleaned easily. Sehun continued on his tornado until he felt tired; sylph stepped in to seep away the cold air from the tornado, stopping it naturally. A little more than 13mins had passed since generation. "Impressive for a first timer," she praised, stroking his hair tenderly.

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It'd been a long day. Too long, although sehun had only woken up at noon. Nevertheless, he had carefully avoided the other campgoers, keeping interaction to a minimum. He had had a bread roll and a quick drink. Now, he headed to the temple for fresh air and also to train his powers, in a way. Using wind, he propelled himself to the secluded part behind the temple and floated in the air, maintaining a steady solid foundation air base on which he sat. Sehun closed his eyes to meditate. It was a good 10mins before he opened his eyes and slowly started on his yoga formations.

@Lee Gahyeon ᴰᵃᵘᵍᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ Feeling a bit relieved at her encouraging words, the son of Hades hides the small smile on his face. Unsure of what to even think, sighing, he looks out to the scene before him. “My own mother kicked me out. That woman never wanted any of her children so why would I seek out any type of comfort.. I was somehow accepted here. Guess with a great deal of negotiations… But I am here.” Hyunjin hugs Gahyeon’s arm briefly. “Lets go yeah?”

@Lee Gahyeon ᴰᵃᵘᵍᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ Hyunjin shakes his head, looking ahead and just seeing the beautiful view was enough for him. "Maybe I should not even come back here... I am unwanted here. Understandably so.. I am the son of Hades. A Goddess that rules the Underworld... I do not even know why I was born..." He sighs, looking over to Gahyeon. "Can we just hang out here for a bit and then go on a small adventure in the Temple?"

@Lee Gahyeon ᴰᵃᵘᵍᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ Having to go through this, Hyunjin could only sigh. He understood he wasn’t wanted, but loving believers of the Temple should at least have the decency to be fake and love all creations. Guess he wasn’t meant to be accepted here either. Now where was he supposed to go? Underworld was out of the question. Hades would send him away anyways. Hyunjin looks around, in awe of what he was seeing. It was beautiful at the top.

Hyunjin observed Gahyeon, but didn’t say anything when his blood was tasted. The son of Hades starts thinking. “I uh.. Don’t know? I really wanted to hang out here but I feel.. Watched?”

@Lee Gahyeon ᴰᵃᵘᵍᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ Hyunjin could feel he wasn’t welcomed here, in the temple at least. He was just the Son of Hades in everyone’s eyes. Maybe he just wasn’t good enough to be in the Camp? Or should he go back to the Underworld and fight everyday to live a somewhat normal life. Hyunjin looks at Gahyeon, wondering what she was doing and the affirmation that he did a good job, made him calm somewhat down. The shades made his body relaxed even more, Hyunjin starting to regain control. He stands up, nodding. “L-lets go.@

@Lee Gahyeon ᴰᵃᵘᵍᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ {{its amazing!}}

Seemingly, the walls were closing in on him. Hyunjin felt eyes on him. Watching his every movement, thinking if he took one wrong step or made a fuss, he would be torn to shreds in this very temple. He was waiting on Gahyeon, trembling as it felt like the Temple itself was trying to communicate with him, covering his ears and closing his eyes tightly. This wasn’t right. He hadn’t done anything malicious to be kicked out just yet. Hyunjin swallows thickly, his veins pulsing and soon aching with pain. He was terrified. He just wanted to hang out with what seemed like the only person that wanted him around. Biting his lower lip, drawing blood as his eyes shut tightly. Why was he scared? Not like he could die anyways. Soon he was brought back when he heard a soft voice. Opening his eyes and lowering his hands from his ears. “I-i d-dont know… I-i was having a panic attack?” Hyunjin made sure his gloves were on properly and he clings to Gahyeon’s hand.

@Lee Gahyeon ᴰᵃᵘᵍᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ What was so nice about this place anyways? It was just always bright and open. Hyunjin rubs his nape as he made his way to the temple. Boss’ recommendation was to visit new places one at a time. Hyunjin made a list of places he needed to see. Temple was number one suggestion after the Dark Forest. Hyunjin looks at the grandness of the place and he felt, strange? Looking over his dried notes, he wondered what these emotions were. Fear? No, he didn’t have the symptoms of that. Looking at his notes he eventually came to the conclusion he had a mixture of two things. Relief and wariness. Hyunjin used his shadows to try and check for any signs of an ambush, but with the light, his shadows retracted. What? Hyunjin tried again and to no avail. “Wimps.” He quietly made his way inside, looking around with a small squint.

The material at his feet was that of a white marble, the supports of a grainy yet sturdy material. The openness of the Temple allowed for him to see different areas of the camp, biting down on his lower lip, he felt. Small? Hyunjin tried shaking those feelings away but nothing seemed to help. A tightness in his chest made him reach for his notes, tightness in chest, dead heart suddenly racing. Stopping at one, he realized he was having a panic attack. Hyunjin tries to calm himself down and struggles, his body pulsing as his shadows tried creating a bubble of darkness around him to calm him down. Yet, nothing happened. Hyunjin staggers to a small area where it was somewhat dark and he crouches down, hugging his knees and hiding to try and calm himself. He was seeing lines at this point, Hyunjin knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know he was close to passing out.