Nicholas Storm
Nick wasn't sure what to look at. Vanendra had her own scary air, but Zenith had a really cool spear. He studied the supposed child of Nyx first. She carried a midnight black blade, made of the same material as the one Nicholas owned; stygian iron. She was definitely a child of one of the Underworld gods. That still hurt his brain. It was difficult to adjust your beliefs from knowing of one god to knowing of a lot. While he though, the fight ensued, if you could call it that. It started in finished in the same instant. "I'm rather glad that is not me..." Nicholas commented, moving back to where Renzii had settled.
Martin Wilcox | Lucy Blitzen
Eventually, the flock made it down to the forges, where Martin was busily repairing Prissy's sword. Lucy greeted him with much squealing. Martin covered his ears. "Guys, can you not?" He winced. "You're going to make me deaf." Lucy giggled and twirled her hair around her finger. It was a shame all the hottest guys were gay. "Sorry sweety," She chimed. "Just wanted to wish you a happy 17th. Got any birthday plans?" Martin rolled his eyes. "I'm not sure why you insist on flirting with me, Lucy. How many times do we have to go through this? Besides, I'm busy." "Wiiiiiiiiith~?" She asked, leaning on the table. Martin set the repaired sword aside and began working on the horseshoes. "This. I'm not big on parties. I appreciate you stopping by, though. Have a nice day you all." All of the girls chirped goodbye to him in sync with their ringleader and departed, Lucy leading them all.
Aiden Seaver
Aiden visibly paled. "No thanks" He tucked his papers in his arms and stood. "I'll just let the Apollo cabin know and... yeah." He glanced anxiously at Vanendra. "Hi, and uh, bye." The much shorter boy made haste out of the area. For an Athena kid, he was pretty cowardly. Aiden stopped by his cabin and tucked away his novel, moving onto the Apollo cabin next.
Zoe Steed
Zoe walked in silence with the daughter of Aphrodite. She wasn't really a talker as it was, and being with someone so much older didn't make her want to talk more. They made their way to the omega shape of cabins and entered the one belonging to Hephaestus; the god of the forge. Inside the cabin smelled like oil and metal and the scent was dizzying. Zoe stumbled inside and looked around. Sure enough, a large, brown box rested on one of the bunks. The daughter of Posideon picked it up and immediately dropped it with a loud thud. "Oof, it's heavy!" She yelped, poking it with her foot. "What do you think is inside?"