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[ Rainbows seem kind of impractical, if you ask Gale. Quicker than the messengers they'd used in New Rome, at least, but there's so much that could go wrong with these IMs. If you're hunting when you get one, you could kiss your prey goodbye. What if you're in a life or death situation that relies on stealth? Good luck getting out of that one. What if you just so happen to be taking a bath - or if you're in any other sort of compromising situation - when someone decides it's time to sit down for a nice chat? And on top of all that, you have to hope there's a rainbow nearby, or you can't even send your message.

All in all, he prefers the messengers. There's less risk involved, as far as he's concerned. So when this IM goes out, he's looking rather unimpressed with it. ]

So. Camp Half-Blood, huh. Nice place, I guess.

[ Not as nice as New Rome, even if he didn't get to see the nicer parts of it very often. It's still better than what he and his family had, being on the poorer side of the Fifth Cohort. ]

But you can't stay here forever, right? Where do you go when you leave? How do you expect to keep your families safe outside of these borders?

[ As he mentions families, his expression darkens. Gale still hasn't found his own family. But he keeps silent on that end, bottling the anger and frustration up and letting it simmer for a while longer. He'll find them, no matter what. And when he does...

After a moment of silence, he shakes his head almost imperceptibly and continues. ]

I know I can't be the only one from the Fifth left. Has anyone else made it here?

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Yeah, that's what my question was when I got here and learned that you Romans had a town but the Greeks didn't. Bit unfair, if you ask me, but one of the Greeks is making plans to start building a place.

[ Okay, so this one's neither Greek or Roman. What were those other pantheons the centaur told him about? ]

Right. And you're... Norse?

[She makes a face and Gale can hear a baboon screech in the background. Khufu is unamused]

Egyptian, thanks. I'm Sadie.

[ He raises an eyebrow at the sound. What in the name of Olympus was that? He's been in the woods for the past few months and nothing out there makes that noise. ]

Funny. You don't look Egyptian.

[ He doesn't mean to be rude, honest. ]

Gale, legacy of Invidia from the Fifth Cohort.

Yeah, funny story about that. Turns out after several hundred or so generations, people tend to not look like their ancestors. Technically, I'm American though I consider myself English but I thought you wanted to know which group of gods were mine so I left that bit out.

[Sorry Gale.]

In-who?

[ You're not impressing anybody with that snark, Sadie. ]

You'd think after so many generations, the bloodline would be so diluted that it wouldn't matter anymore and you'd just be a normal mortal. [ Exhibit A: legacies that are considerably weaker than their predecessors. ]

Invidia, the goddess of revenge.

You'd think, but apparently since magicians aren't descended from gods, just pharaohs, it makes a difference. Don't ask me.

So what does all that revenge goddess mess involve?

[ He just. Raises an eyebrow. ] It could make sense. I've heard people say the gods don't have DNA like mortals do.

[ Shrug. ] Exactly what it sounds like, I guess. Holding grudges, getting revenge, fighting injustice. [ All listed with a slightly sarcastic tone. ] And they say we're supposed to have some kind of bloodlust.

Oh, sounds fun. Remind me not to let Khufu play you in basketball.

[A screech from the baboon off screen]

[ Now both eyebrows are raised. ]

Who gets that worked up over basketball?

Baboons.

[ Wha - okay, you know what? He's not going to ask. The Legion has an elephant, anyway. ]

Right. I'll try to steer clear of the basketball courts, then.

I wouldn't insult the Lakers either, just in case. Khufu is touchy.