Team Jackson @ Camp Half-Blood; A PJATO F/C & RP | OPEN!

[basti]

Achilles sat in the hazy shade underneath an olive tree in the training field. Cyllene sat still next to her side, glistening like the Ionian Sea that lay in the shadow of it's namesake. She watched silently has the actions going on in front of her took place. These girls were experienced fighters, and knew what they were doing, no need to worry. She thought, putting her hands behind her head and leaning back against the tree, looking up at the bright sky through the twisted branches.

[Rayen]

The gash on the skin of Arya's neck self-healed as she stood up straight with Xaria's help. She felt guilty for what had happened. She'd never been in such a situation before, and she bit her lower lip as she bowed to pick up the borrowed sword, that lay on the sand. As her fingers grasped its hilt, Arya felt a shudder, then the same kind of rush flowing in her veins. She yelped and dropped it again, in fear of losing control again. More cautiously this time, she picked it, ignoring the tickling feeling that ran up through her right arm.
'Woah' she muttered. 'Check this out... carefully.' she handed the sword to Xaria. She trusted her half-sister enough to believe she could fight the strange impulse.

[Geronimo.]

"I'm fine. Battle scars are OK" Kat smiled, betraying no hint of pain, though her face was white. "Finish this later, OK? I think we should go and get changed into less bloodstained clothes." She looked at the two, before dropping her gaze to the arena floor. "And thanks". It wasn't in Kat's nature to apologise, but she felt she should. "What's happened?" She asked, noticing Arya's shock.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Xaria took the hilt warily, feeling a shock through her arm, invoking a strong urge to fight in her. Bloodlust glittered in her eyes for a moment before it was reigned in and she dropped the spare weapon. She shivered, "what the...?" She looked at the celestial bronze blade that now lay in the sand.

[Rayen]

Arya nodded towards the sword that lay once again on the sand. 'It's that... thing.' she replied to Kat, her face pale. 'It's so strange...' she whispered under her breath, kneeling besides the weapon, careful not to touch it. 'It's lik someone actually wanted us to get hurt...' She gazed up into the sky, the bright sunlight did not bother her in the slightest. She always looked at the sky when she was thinking very hard. 'What in Hades then...?'

[basti]

Achilles dug Cyllene into the ground and used the silver and blue celestial bronze sword to lift herself to her feet. She pulled up the sword from the dirt and reattached the Caduceus charm to her bracelet. "What is wrong with it?" She said bluntly, her eyes flickering to the sword in the sand.

[Geronimo.]

Kat picked it up, but didn't feel the the thing they described. "It's an ordinary sword. What the ....?" She felt a small tingling, but nothing more. "Should we take it to Chirion? He'll know what it is and why it tingles.."

[Midnight Butterfly]

Xaria frowned, her forehead crinkling as she fell to the floor, crossing her legs lotus style and sat watching the clouds drift by. "It's like... it wanted us to kill each other, it's that instinct, the one that called for blood to be spilled." Her eyes drifted back to the normal looking blade, partially covered by dust. "Let's go," she said, standing up and dusting herself off.

[Geronimo.]

Kat followed suit, but passed the sword to Achillies. "Can you feel anything? I couldn't. Maybe I'm just not receptive to that kinda thing..."

[basti]

Achilles took the sword in her hand, and tossed it to her other. "Nothing. It feels like just a regular sword to me." She said, running a finger of her free hand down the non-sharp portion of the blade.