Sonoma Valley, CA

@[G] Krystal Jung Through the years spending in and out of Camp without getting caught, He had mastered the skill of telling if the person in front of him is a Demigod or not. Just the glint of their eyes, the color of their hair, the complexion of their skin and the aura that comes with them; It was that easy to guess. He doesn't know if this was a gift or any Demigod could do it as well but he consider himself lucky to have one. Jongin clenched his right fist as he scrutinized the girl more. She was beautiful alright but something hit him like she was invading their sanctuary. If he would to compare her to himself they were almost the same except for one thing: She was a Daughter of Hades not Pluto. A Greek Demigod is an Ambassadress of Pluto.

It was inappropriate and unacceptable.

It made him cringe. Up to the point that it made him question his parentage. Why would Pluto even appoint a Greek for the position? Is the camp even aware of this? I think not. They must be hypnotized by this woman's beauty. I bet it captured half the hearts of the men back home. One thing's for sure, He wouldn't be one of them.

She spoke apparently with the words: "Son of Pluto" He then turned to face her and clench the hilt of his spatha by his right hip which was always with him wherever he went even if it looked out-of-placed. He squints his eyes a little and looked at her from top to bottom. "I believe you're in the wrong place. Are you lost?" He questioned her one of his eyebrows slightly raising and his face showing no expression at all. He also decided to keep his little discovery to himself first.

[orz sorry late reply again. we have no internet. I'm only on mobile.]

@[R] Kim Jongin Krystal closed her eyes, and for half a second, she tried to familiarize herself with the certain aura she feels. And the next moment, she had her eyes wide open as she stared at the lean male a few steps away from where she currently stood. His tanned skin, full lips, and penetrating gaze had her figuring out almost once immediately that they were of the same kind. But there was something within the way he looked at her seemed… territorial. As though his gaze told her that she does not belong in this place. Maybe it was just her—no one within the restrictions of Camp Jupiter had ever known about the truth about her true race, that she isn’t a Roman legionnaire at all. That, or he isn’t Roman as well at all. But who among the Greeks would recklessly cross the boundaries? Not unless he still doesn’t know he’s Greek, or he actually lives within the land of California.

She might be mistaken—but surely she had not yet met this one man. His aura completely gives away that of a child of the Underworld—particularly a child of Pluto. But Krystal had never been in good terms with any of her siblings, and that had always been the biggest complicacy that could ever happen between the children of Hades. Usually, siblings of the same parentage wouldn’t get along well if the other end is a monster or whatnot, but for Krystal’s matter, it is indeed different.

“Son of Pluto,” she speaks, barely a whisper—but she knew he heard her well like she was just standing an inch of a distance from him.

Would this encounter probably stir up another rivalry?

@[G] Krystal Jung [How dare u present me with this long lovely starter. I kenat. I cry.]

Jongin had both of his shirt sleeves up. The familiar orange and red sky above his head. The small pebbles by his feet that would produce little sounds with every step someone would take. Some place he has been visiting for quite a long time already ever since he had that strange dream. Since he was always been away lurking around from place to place, He rarely hears news about things in Camp Jupiter.

In his dream, He remembered exactly everything. He was at the same spot on where he was right now. But the only thing different was he met some girl. He had no idea where she came from but suddenly they were looking face to face. She had long hair, eyes that seemed familiar to Jongin's. As if there was a glint in her eyes that reminded him of his father(at least). They both have the same dark aura but there was still something differrent. He was sure he hasn't met her once before. Both of the voices in his head then said in unison: Ambassadress of Pluto

Now that made Jongin twitch. For some odd reason, He had a pinch of jealousy in him. This girl in his dream... An Ambassadress of Pluto.

Does father not want me as his Ambassador?

Am I not qualified for the role?

Questions popping out one by one in his head. He closed his eyes and took in a breath and then opened them. The air around him grew cold as if riding along with his temper. He looked behind him and there he saw her. He grits his teeth at her presence from a far.

@[R] Kim Jongin Where the heck am I? Krystal wanted to ask herself aloud, but kept the sentence to herself. If there was something she didn’t like about her oh-so-‘useful’ ability, it was to find herself being in some place she had no idea about. As far as she knew, she was planning to visit the other side—the Roman camp, as the anonymous daughter of Pluto, with hopes of knowing whether there was something new in there. And yet she found herself in an unknown place. It shouldn’t be anywhere far from the camp, right? Surely.

A sigh escaped her lips. What an inconvenience, this is. To think it was already dusk, and that she’d been wandering around the place for almost the whole day. Not that she feared walking around in the dark—as a matter of fact, doing so comes as an advantage to her, but what she was getting anxious about was the idea of having someone—an immortal, maybe—might recognize her being a /graecus/. Crossing the boundaries separating the two sides would get her in deep trouble. If the news reaches Camp Half-Blood, the campers will find about her hidden alliance with the Romans and representation of her father’s Roman aspect, which shall only remain a secret despite the truce. Complicated, yes—but she had to keep things that way no matter what.

Kicking a pebble, she had her lips pressed into a tight line. Honestly, she was sure she intended her destination to be exactly by the Caldicott tunnel, where the entrance to the camp is originally located at—yet here she was. In the middle of nowhere.

Where exactly was she? Could be anywhere in California, still…

It was by then when she caught a lingering presence. A familiar one, rather. A demigod’s, she figured. But where?

Who?