SITUATION POST: JULY 10, 2013

[greekchorus]

[It pretty much goes without saying that ever since Camp Half-Blood's opened its doors to Roman and Egyptian-pantheon based children - and if the rumors are true, Norse as well - many unexpected things have been happening.

The Roman Legion is regaining its numbers, and every day more and more children with purple shirts pile into the Greek camp. Someone, however, has been missing - their guardian, Lupa, the Roman she-wolf goddess.

Imagine the surprise when on a regular Wednesday, at about 6:00 PM, on the nose, a lone wolf prowls through the magically-protected border. She sounds a loud howl, and about ten other female wolves come charging through the gates, blowing away everything in their path, and come to settle themselves in the forest.

Their alpha, however, is making her way to the Big House in search of her legionnaires.]

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[thewindything]

[That's kind of how the wind was for John. While it was true of other demigods in elements like say, the ocean, or maybe a fire, John just felt suitably at home while he was in the air. Getting this far had taken some practice, but many of his movements had come without thinking. He was fueled by instinct while he put his trust in the breeze around him.]

[Later he would be impressed beyond comprehension he didn't fucking get propelled into a tree.]

[Of course, that didn't mean his mastery was perfect and it was only a matter of time before he slipped up. The wolves weren't staying down and John was realizing it was taking a lot more than he'd hoped to get them off his ass.]

[They lunged in before he could take a minute to catch his breathe and start again. He loses his footing, being a clumsy dipshit, and falls. They are likely upon him before he can get back up.]

Oh fuck, oh fuck!

[capitolina]

[True enough, a dark-grey wolf and a tawny one have pounced onto John's chest, snarling at him. The tawny one is snapping her jaw at him, growling as loud as she can, and tries to slash at John with her paws.

Lupa notices this and takes a deep breath in, focusing her voice so it will be apparent to John over the growls and barks.]

Concentrate, John.

[thewindything]

[John is about four seconds away from peeing himself in fear with two gigantic wolves planted right on top of him. He's also getting scraped up by her claws and whatever sense of control he had before it's pretty much out the window.]

[Of course, that is until he hears the voice. It jars him enough that he is able to take a second and pull himself back together. Easier said than done, he wants to think back.]

[But no, come on, Egbert. Dying here, being eaten by wolves would be really freaking stupid. He brings his hand up to actually attempt to swat away the one that's currently barking in his face, that capricious tawny one. A weak current of static electricity likely passes through them in John's duress, but its nothing to write home about.]

[If she backs off then, its only a second before he pulls together another blast of wind.]

[capitolina]

[It seems that her words have gotten through to John after all, and Lupa's eyes, which are still trained on the young demigod, have softened. The jolt of static runs through the two wolves, and they're obviously taken aback - but not as taken aback as they are when they go flying backwards towards the trees, passing farther than the other two.

Some of the wolves, who have weakened, are starting to arise again, but Lupa gets up on all fours, barking a command.]

Betas, halt.

[Finally, she walks over to John, commanding attention, and stops at his feet.]

John Egbert, should you choose to accept it, the Twelfth Legion Fulminata shall accept you as a probatio.

[thewindything]

[John was shoving himself back onto his feet, given a moment of reprieve to do so after the wolves went sailing back into the trees. He's hyped up on adrenaline like he's never felt before. This is probably the first real fight for his life he's ever had to survive. He looks like he's ready to go another round, but of course Lupa's command halts all of that.]

[He takes a deep breath and rubs his face. Was that it? Did he pass? God, he hopes so. He watches Lupa approach him and this time his back straightens a little before her.]

[He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding when she says that and laughs.]

Well. I got this far. I might as well go full Roman, I guess. So long as your pack doesn't try to eat me again. Are they going to try and eat me again?

[capitolina]

No, absolutely not.

[Lupa gives another howl, and the sound seems to revive her pack. One by one, they each stand up proud, and howl together, sounding their voices for John's victory.]

You currently have two brothers, full members of the Legion, Jason and Ventus. I suspect they will be happy to meet you.

[thewindything]

Oh, okay. Cool.

[He jolts at all the simultaneous howling but, once he realizes they're howling for him, he kind of grins and rubs the back of his neck. Okay, so this was kind of cool when they weren't trying to eat him]

Oh, yes. I definitely need to go give them both a hard time for this whole shenanigan.

Um. So, are we cool?

[Is that something he should even ask a Goddess? But hey, he did call her doggie earlier and he's not really in the market for celestial enemies.]

What happens now?