[IM] open to action

[somatophylax]

[Hephaistion had been missing from the Camp Half-Blood for a little while, tending to some matters with his father back at home. An off-and-on-again camper for the last 5 years, he’s apparently back for good now... or at least until he’s old enough that they kick him out. Until then, it’s making the best of his situation.

When his IM goes out, he’s not certain what to say at first. Words don’t often fail him, but they do a little now. He puts on a small but sincere smile]

It’s good to see so many new faces around the camp. [and yet sad to see so few of the ones he knew well] I’ve been gone a while, so for those of you whom I haven’t met, my name is Hephaistion. If it helps, don’t think too hard about the pronunciation of my name and just let it roll off your tongue. The Greek will come easier that way.

I’m extending an open invitation for anyone who wants to train in sword fighting or hand-to-hand with me. I’m afraid I’ve gotten a little rusty while I was away from camp, and I only ask for someone who won’t go easy on me. [There’s the hint of a smirk on his lips. He’s perhaps not as rusty as he’s implying] I’ll be waiting at the Arena.

[He gives a single wave with the Celestial Bronze-bound notebook in his hand and ends the message]

first case. {action -> im }

[hypercompetent]

[ So Stiles Stilinski may or may not be trying to sneak back into camp. There are two reasons for this: one, he's not ready for the barrage of questions that come with "why did you leave camp when they told us not to" and the are you okay's and pretty much everything he wants to avoid, and two, he definitely almost died on the way over here.

Okay, not really. He's mostly fine, just a little singed, and a little roughed up. But he did put himself into major danger by leaving camp, and by the time his dad found out about it, he got his ass sent back here. His beloved Roscoe made it all the way to New York with him, but apparently a baby blue 1980's jeep is a huge target, because the minute he got out of the place he'd set aside to park his car for the next forever, there were four hellhounds on the horizon.

By the time he makes it to Camp Half Blood, Stiles flops over on the ground inside the gate, literally, and kisses the ground. So much for sneaking in. ] Ohhhh my god, I have never been happier to see you in my life, oh my god, oh my god.

[ He does, eventually, get up, and drag himself to the Hecate cabin, where he proceeds to send out an Iris Message--one to the whole camp, and one separate from all. ]

Good news and bad news, guys. Bad news? Hellhounds are like crazy fast. Good news? Coach put me through so many lacrosse drills back home I'm alive. [ He flashes a grin into the feed, sheepish as it is, and rubs some mud (from falling in it, not from his battle--don't let him fool you) off his cheek. ] Officially thanking him personally for his suicides of satyrdom. [ It's kind of nice to be able to say that out loud without being looked like he's an absolute nut, so he exhales loudly. ] Man, I missed this place. I'll be over here, in my cabin, enjoying the sweet sweet taste of the life I thought I pretty much lost for the next ten years if you need me.

[ And that's the end of that. ]

( private im to scott mccall. )