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[arracht]

[ What a time to be coming back to the Greek camp. Derek can't believe that his mom's kicked him out of California right before his birthday, but then again he's not really that surprised. Maybe she thinks it's an appropriate birthday present, actually giving him something to do and trusting that he'll make it to Camp Halfblood in one piece. Hell if he knows, he's just glad to be done with traveling.

He arrives on the outskirts while still wolf-shaped, shifting his weight back and forth before howling, like he's calling out-- he sort of is, for anyone in his Cohort that would recognize the cry, as well as to let Lupa know that he's back, if the goddess is still around. But after that, he weasels the strap of his bag off from around his neck so he can shift back.

When he's fully dressed again and adjusting the bag's strap so he can carry it over his shoulder, Camp Jupiter purple standing out, he slowly steps through the gates to the camp, brows raised while he scans the area, as if scoping out whether anyone's around or not.

At least he has some idea of where to go, even if it's been months since he was here. ]

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[willyouwalk]

I didn't know there were shapeshifters in Rome.

[Tybalt practically melts out of the shadows near Derek once he shifts back into human shape. He's really, really good at blending in to them. Helps that all he really ever wears is dark colors, but still.]

A gift from one of your gods?

[arracht]

[ Fingers fisting in his shirt as he straightens it out, Derek snaps his head up to look at the figure that appears, bristling the slightest bit. How the hell did he miss someone being nearby? His mother would have skinned him for shifting around a stranger.

Slowly dusting himself off as he collects his thoughts, his jaw works a little. ]

We don't really talk about it that much. Tactical advantage. [ Well it's not a lie. ]

[willyouwalk]

[Tybalt raises an eyebrow. Apparently he scared the other boy. He's not sorry, obviously, but still. He shoves his hands in his pockets, absently playing with the twine he keeps in there]

I'd get ready to talk about it a lot more. If the House has to share some of our secrets, I can't imagine it'll be long before the Pharaoh insists that some of your secrets are shared.

[Tybalt may be a tad bitter about that. He's naturally secretive and unlike Sadie and Carter, he was a magician raised when they didn't mix with the others knowingly. He likes Annie well enough and Hephaistion is fun to spar with but honestly? He'd like to go back California already.]

[serenesuccessor]

[Naomi is playing some strange form of make shift hop-scotch at the volley ball court when she spots someone coming up from the main entrance. She stops her game, balancing on one foot, head tilting to the side.

Purple shirt, so someone from Camp Jupiter, and the bag meant...

New person! And who says she doesn't pay attention to things?

She hops forward, finishing the length of the hop scotch court before running over to the newcomer.

Probably won't be recognizing you right away Derek, you were a wolf last time.]

Hey! Are you new?

[arracht]

[ Derek turns his attention towards Naomi as she comes bouncing up towards him, going still and blinking once, slowly, at her enthusiasm. But as tired as he is, and as much as he's been a little introverted since everything that's happened, he does at least offer her a bit of a crooked grin.

Which wavers, the slightest bit, as he hears her voice and catches her scent. It's faint, but hey. After you get stuck in your wolf form for a while, you sort of remember the experience vividly.

The grin that he quirks now is a little more confident, if vaguely bemused. ]

Not so much new as I am actually sticking around this time. Chipmunk?

[serenesuccessor]

[. . .]

Wolfie!?

[The exclamations the only warning Derek's getting before she's catapaulting herself at him in a tackle hug.]

You're back!? Where'd you go? You were here 'nd then you left after we all got turned back to normal 'nd then everythin' happened with that weird room 'nd you're okay right? They didn't get you too, did they?

[No. She's totally not crying a little.]

[brokethecycle]

[Norman is just kind of hanging out in Hades cabin. He got moved there after the Halloween fiasco- which was fine with him. The spooky atmosphere was preferable, not to mention it was a hundred times less crowded.]

[Norman could be found sitting on his bed reading a comic.]

[arracht]

[ After dealing with assorted people, and heading to the Big House to inform the directors that he's officially staying-- permanently, apparently, given what he was told by Naomi-- Derek decides that it's time to see what's going on in the Hades cabin. He knows the way to it pretty well, despite having been gone for while, so it doesn't take much for him to head through the door.

He really, really misses living with his cohort again already.

But while the cabin doesn't seem any different, it does seem like new scents have filtered through while the ones he had known are gone. And one belongs to a pretty small looking kid, with some crazy looking hair. ]

[brokethecycle]

[Norman looks up when someone comes in. He pauses, blinking, and then he looks a little apprehensive. He doesn't know who this guy is, he doesn't recall seeing him in camp. He moves the comic to his side.]

Um. Hello.

[perenials]

Oh!

[ Anna isn't much of a climber - or she'll deny it despite the fact that she's used it to her advantage quite a few times. She's a proper lady, you see, perched atop a strong branch with her hands folded over her lap and her ankles crossed.

She had been helping heal a tree after discovering a minor illness within its trunk when she heard the howl. ]

Was that you?

[arracht]

[ Looking up to the tree as he hears a voice, Derek moves around so that he can get a better look at the person up in it. He's safe in the knowledge that she... probably didn't see him shift, coming from the foliage, but he'll play it off casually if she says anything. Regardless, he can hear a chiding voice in the back of his head about shifting around strangers, in his mother's voice. ]

Not bad, huh.

[ Faint amusement crosses his expression. ]

What're you doing up there?

[perenials]

I believe I'm taking a leaf out of my younger sister's book, actually.

[ She looks mostly amused at herself, ducking her head bashfully as Anna usually does when meeting someone new. Well, meeting any new young man, anyway. ] I was just helping the tree, as it's been quite sick. [ She lifts a hand to push some leaves aside to see him better. ] Were you howling? It was quite good.

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[hypercompetent]

[ The sound of a wolf howl ends up being what rouses Stiles out from bed early in the morning. It's not too uncommon around camp, what with the mythical creatures about (Mrs. O'Leary gets hungry every now and then.) but this one sounds sort of familiar. It takes him back to when Artemis had messed with the campers over the summer, or the full moon he'd experienced with Scott and... and he frowns and rolls over, heading out on socked feet.

Great.

Sure enough, when Stiles gets outside of the Hecate cabin, standing there is Derek Hale. ] Dude, I so did the disappearing act first, you can't duplicate the original.

[ Stiles' absolute favorite person in the world. Can you see the sarcasm. ] That was a really subtle entrance, though, A+. [ Now can you hear it. ]

Re: action;

[arracht]

[ Tired as he is, Derek has a couple of things to do first. Dropping into the Big House is at the top of his list, tied closely with locating Lupa to personally let her know that he's returned-- he hopes she's nearby-- and then following right behind them is finding his praetor and cohort. That means traversing the camp, of course, but it also means he's going to run into people along the way.

He pauses at the familiar voice, following it to look, and-- ] Stiles.

[ Dry amusement enters both his expression and tone, and he adjusts his bag on his shoulder. ] The only reason it's not subtle to you is because you're obnoxiously nosy and don't know the meaning of the word "no." Or "stay," either.

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[hypercompetent]

Uh, no, the reason it's not subtle is because you are the biggest drama queen I've ever met in my life. [ And he's had a crush on Lydia since the third grade, so that's a pretty impressive drama queen right there. Stiles eyes Derek a little warily, looking him up and down. ]

I dunno what the hell made you disappear, but Scott's probably out of his freakin mind if he hasn't seen you yet. [ Stiles really, actually, doesn't get why Scott likes Derek so much. Maybe he will if he gets to know him someday he has no idea, but for now, Derek's just a brutish Roman irritant who thinks he's right as much as Stiles is and happens not to be. ]

[deathdiduspart]

[Nico is outside the Hades cabin, arms crossed and sort of watching the campers do their morning rituals. Mostly, he's just thinking and not wanting to be social with a majority of them. He's not paying the slightest bit of attention to the world around him, but he won't take off the arm of his half-brother if he says hello. Probably.]

[arracht]

[ As he approaches the Hades cabin, Derek slows and lets his brow furrow the slightest bit. There's a familiar presence and scent, and he scans as he draws closer until his eyes land on Nico. He remembers the younger boy from his brief time at Camp Jupiter, but he was under the impression he was more of a dignitary than anything else.

He thinks, for a brief moment, before his name comes to mind. ] Nico?

[deathdiduspart]

[He blinks as he hears his name, and looks to where Derek is. Nico scolds himself for being so distracted that he didn't register the sense of a child of Pluto nearby. He raises his hand in greeting, a very small smile on his face that's reserved only for his siblings.]

Yeah, that's me. Derek, right? Welcome to Cabin 13.

[notthatjason]

[Jason spent enough time with Lupa and then later other wolves to recognize a howl. He hesitates, since he isn't sure the call is meant for him before deciding to go with it and head for the woods.

He arrives at the edge of the wood just as Derek is coming forward. He recognizes the older teen and gives him a nod in greeting.]

Derek. You made it back.

[arracht]

[ As far as Derek is concerned, his howl was a greeting to anyone who would recognize it as different from the norm. The fact that one of their praetor answers the call hardly bothers him, and when he spots the other teen he offers him a faint quirk at the corner of his mouth and an incline of his head in return. ]

Hell of a long trip, but I'm glad to be back.

[ Much as he likes being with his pack, it's like choosing between two parts of your family when he's away from his legion. ]

[notthatjason]

Heh. That's what I usually hear. At least your entrance wasn't as rough as some.

[Jason won't say that he crashed into a tree when he got here. That wouldn't be very cool at all. Of course, others have had rough entrances too. So he could REALLY be talking about anyone...right?]

[wordtechgodhood]

[He knows that howl. Even if his human(ish) ears can't tell who it is individually, he knows it's no ordinary wolf and he's too close to it to turn and walk away as if he never heard the damn thing.

So, Dave comes face to face with Derek, looking up at him with one thumb hooked through a belt loop and the other arm wrapped loosely across his stomach, fingers drumming gently against his wrist.]

Couldn't keep away from the place, huh?

[arracht]

How could I resist?

[ He fans his hands in a mock-shrug, shoulders twitching the slightest bit. It feels a little like it's been ages since he last saw Dave, saw any of his fellow Romans. It is, at least, good to be back with them.

Even if he's unwittingly stuck himself with them. Derek tilts his head the slightest bit, lowering his hands down to tuck his thumbs into his own belt loops. ]

[usernameallison]

[Oh, Scott hears the howl, and it very nearly shakes him to the bone.

Derek's here again. No way.

And he doesn't know - he doesn't know if Centurion Hale's sent his fellow legionnaire back, or what - he hasn't even heard from her in ages.

But Scott McCall is nothing if not loyal - to his family, to his friends, to Rome. But especially to his friends, and Derek? Intimidating (and sometimes a little creepy) that the guy was, he considers him one of his friends.

So he's heading over to the gates, only his sword at his side for once. The lacrosse stick he keeps with him is in the cabin - it's gotten worn out, anyway. He'll need a new one soon.]

Derek- hey, is that you?

[arracht]

[ Hearing someone's approach as he makes his way towards the gates, Derek lifts his head and turns his attention forward, focus honing in on it as he makes his way. That's when a familiar scent hits him, first, followed shortly by someone calling for him.

A small, if slightly lopsided, smile quirks at the corner of his mouth, and he speeds up a little to emerge from the foliage and mists that surround the Greek camp. It's been a while since he last saw Scott, and while they weren't the best of friends, he was still pack in the wolf's mind.

Laura would be relieved to know he was still all right. ]

It's me.

[ He spreads an arm out, as if presenting himself for inspection. He's a little scruffier than the last time he was in camp, but it's been a while and he's been traveling for quite some time now. ]

Hey, Scott.