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

[Midnight Butterfly]

Xaria's head tilted to the side, holding out her hand and taking a breath in. "Maybe it's an Apollo child thing...? Or whatever magic happened on it wore off...?" She wondered aloud.

[basti]

"What if it is just an Apollo thing?" Achilles said, still looking over the sword for any giveaways that it's enchanted or curses. "Do you feel the same with any other sword?"

[Rayen]

Arya frowned. Something was so not right. She closed he eyes, cleaning her mind from every thought and emotion as she often did to think clearer. But that time, even with her strong focusing, there was something still left behind, and as much as she tried she couldn't get rid of it. Suddenly, she saw it. Blood red lines against the blackvoid, all converging to the same point, where they got thicker. A cold, evil breath emanated from them, like an ancient curse. She opened her eyes only to confirm what she already knew: the sword was the center of the lines she saw. In the real world, she could only feel the odd chill of bloodlust, now more clearly. It felt like she was getting more receptive to the sword's influence, and that was kind of creepy.

It was also strange that Kat didn't feel it. Maybe it was because she was a daughter of Ares, or maybe she had such a great self-control she wouldn't feel it. Arya' eyes narrowed as she saw Achilles. She was curious on what would happen if she would pick the sword.

When she said not to feel anything strange, Arya close her eyes and touched the sword's blade. Again, the fire raged through her blood, stronger now. She broke contact immediately, as if she'd burned herself on the metal. 'It's still there' she announced, her voice weary. 'Maybe you're right... It can be something like a curse on the Apollo kids. We should take it to Chiron, anyway.'

[Midnight Butterfly]

"Nope, this is the only sword I've ever felt that with, I felt like... something has to die and I have to kill it!" Xaria said as she too the blade. This time however, she felt nothing. "Nothing... That's weird... Is it just you? Someone must REALLY hate you..."

((I'm going to bed, I'm tired... Bye!))

[Rayen]

((Bye!))

Arya bit her lower lip. 'May I?' she took the sword carefully from Achilles, fighting hard to ignore the clashing wills. Her instinct told her to drop the sword immediately, and the unknown whisper told her to slash it at the girls standing in front of her. Arya grabbed a blade-cleaning cloth and wrapped it around the weapon. 'Let's go' she said, before taking off to the Big House in a fast pace.

[Rayen]

((And I forgot to say, but I did some Percy Jackson fanart. Here's Thalia!))

[Wolf_Fang_13]

((Wow, that's really good Arya!))

Cassandra lazily opened her eyes as the sun's rays finally reached her bed in her crypt like cabin. She groaned and tossed around in her bed. "Why must Dawn have to spread her rosy fingers across the sky so early?" she said getting up from her bed and running her hand through her tangled locks. Cassandra was obviously not a morning person. Even after being back up on the surface for four years now she has still not gotten used to the sun. That's what spending half of your life in the Underworld does to you. Of course she missed the Underworld, but camp was ok too. She quickly washed up and got dressed in black torn jeans, her camp t-shirt, a black sweatshirt, and her black converse. She would almost always wear a sweatshirt, even in Summer. Some people called her crazy for that, but she didn't care. She tied her copper hair back into a messy ponytail and headed for the door. Cassandra walked out of her dark cabin and flinched at the bright sun. "It wouldn't kill Apollo if he could sleep in now and then," she muttered to herself. She then noticed that she was one of the last to wake up, again. Not only that but the new and Summer only campers will be arriving soon. She gave a tired a and annoyed sigh as she continued to walk towards the training arena. She had no energy to shadow travel at the moment.

Cassandra stopped when she noticed some campers fussing over some sword. She then noticed the Apollo girl, Arya was it?, run off towards the Big House with it. A spark of curiosity went through Cassandra's eyes. She walked into the shadow of a tree next to her and reappeared in front of Arya, stopping her in her tracks. "What do you have there Sunshine?" Cassandra asked with curiosity yet there was still some mockery embedded in her voice like most of the time. Right as she said that, Cassandra felt a strange force coming from the wrapped blade that was in Arya's hand. It wasn't necessarily a bad feeling, but it was not a pleasant one either. I guess being the daughter of Hades and living with death most of your life had some advantages. Like being able to sense some black magic at work. "Where did you get that?" Cassandra asked, her dark eyes now cold with seriousness.

[Rayen]

((Thanks, Wolf! ))

Arya's expression turned steely cold when she saw Cassandra. 'It's a sword, Zombie Girl. Found it at the arena.' She said in her best "duh" voice. 'We think it's kind of cursed.' Arya didn't really have the patience to explain. She tucked some rebel hairstrands back into the ponytail, resuming her walk to the Big House as the group passed by the multiple rows of cabins. 'It has proven to be quite dangerous, so we're taking it to Chiron.' she finished in a stiff tone. She'd never managed to get along well with Hades kids. It was against her normally cheerful attitude. They seriously got on her nerves... Okay, there were some few exceptions, but Cassandra wasn't exactly one. Plus, her mood wasn't improved in the slightest by the fact she was carrying a cursed blade that had decided to annoy her exclusively. So much for the happy arrival day, she couldn't help thinking.

[Geronimo.]

Kat followed Arya, looking at Cassandra as she appeared. "Perhaps it's because I'm used to bloodlust. It's part of being an Ares kid" she reflected

[emilyg2014]

Emily, now awake, walked out of the Athena cabin, stretched, and yawned. Noticing there weren't many people at camp yet, she considered getting some fighting practice in the arena. Then she noticed a small cluster of campers at the Big House, and saw they were surrounding a sword.

"Hey guys! Long time no see!" she paused a second, as she got a few glances, and asked, "Where in the WORLD did you get that sword?! It's incredibly well crafted! What I'd do to get my hands on one like that... Wait, it's cursed, isn't it?" she added sadly, as she noticed peoples slightly upset expressions, and adopted one of her own. "Ive been looking for a good new sword ever since that monster last year trampled mine... A good sword doesn't just show up at camp every day."