- alistair mars / son of aphrodite / eighteen / tags: amore, aribella
even before he stepped into the clearing, he could hear the bickering. amore and aribella - what a surprise. alistair thought to himself with a fond smile, before hustling through the thick undergrowth into the glade. he was late. which, fortunately, no one seemed to noticed over all barbed snips being casually tossed back and forth. "bickering again?" alistair asked the two casually as he approached the bench, before settling on the ground near amore to check over the straps of his armour. decked out in a light layer of protection over sufficient drab colours that would blend easily into the shadowy wood, alistair looked ready for the incoming party. his dagger was sheathed, clinging to his leather belt, while he held his bow in hand, a quiverful of arrows tacked to his back. "so, do we need a strategy?" he asked his sisters with a grin. supposedly, they were to be fighting with the children of zeus against the other cabins. as of yet, however, no one had appeared.
daniel cross / son of hades / fifteen / tags: open
daniel fiddled nervously with his rings, unsure of what to do. he hadn't quite been briefed on the team's grand strategy, other than vague instructions, and so was left to his own devices. though capture the flag was never his best strength, daniel enjoyed the chance to exercise his mind and body alike. after all, who didn't like to win? if only his armour wasn't so maladjusted. daniel had taken to borrowing from the haphazard pile chiron had stashed about, so everything felt a bit at ends.