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[Well, hello there, Camp Halfblood, have a bored looking young man, crossing his arms, and staring out at you with an expression of boredom and arrogance at the same time. Surveying his kingdom, as it were. At least, until he huffs a little, and something of that drops into merely a sulk.]

It occurs to me, Gods favor and patronize whom they will, of course, but back in the real world, that I’ve left behind, there are places where we leave the children no one wanted so the rest of the population can get along with, and go about their daily lives without getting their wrists stepped on each morning, or god forbid, being forced into pretending that we’re all some sort of…happy family

[There would be airquotes around that, if Thomas wasn’t more polished, and as it is, they certainly can be FELT from the way he drawls it out like that. The disdain is more than palpable, even if it IS a tad bit overblown and ventures toward melodramatic.]

As I’ve so lately been informed, this may not be the real world anymore, but wouldn’t it be nice, just think of it, if there were somewhere we could stash the lot of you who Mummy or Daddy hadn't felt the need to bother with just yet until such time as you might become interesting?

And Gods forbid not getting walked all over, but can anybody get a decent cigarette round here at least?

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That'd be the one.

Crawling with Gods only know what. [His real father showing up and having a large amount of kids? Well. He can live with that one. Sort of. It's not the sort of thing that's unheard of in Thomas's world. But the being stuck with random outsiders once you know damn well where you belong? Ew...]

Sounds as if you're a bit luckier.

Mm, it's dramatically less crowded where I am. I can't say I envy you.

[you'd think they'd have just built a separate cabin for all the strays when they were first expanding the camp after the war, instead of just keeping everyone packed into cabin eleven.]

[EXACTLY, yeah. Even animals get rounded up in pounds and all. If children of the gods are all that special and the gods give that much of a shit...]

Sounds nice, actually. I could stand not risking life and limb each time I have to take a piss.

[who says the gods give a shit? he's never even met his godly parent, and he knows he's not the only one.]

You have my deepest sympathy.

[Supposedly they do. It was part of the lines Thomas was fed before he agreed to come here. He's starting to realize just how much wishful thinking made him trust his "father" on that count.]

It's something, anyway. You have my envy?

[he smirks slightly, but resists the urge to make some snarky comment about that.]

I assume you've already been claimed, if you're complaining about the presence of those who haven't been. So does that make you a Hermes kid, or one of the other kinds of strays?

Another of Daddy's little kleptos, that'd be me.

So I should keep track of my things if I ever bump into you around camp?

Depending on whether or not I can smoke, get stoned or drunk off them. Or valuable resale opportunities if those exist here, of course.

[And he's pausing a bit, then shrugging.]

Since you'll probably need someone to blame...I'm Thomas.

Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not really in the habit of carrying around drugs or alcohol. You'd be better off picking someone else's pockets.

[judging but his grin, though, he's not really that worried. any thief really worth concern isn't exactly likely to be so open about it.]

Regardless, it's nice to meet you, Thomas. My name is Saralegui.

Well, had to take my chances with that anyway.

[Yeah, Thomas's level of damage is...well, he get the goods, but he's usually a lot more subtle about it, so...throwing up false warnings, maybe? He's not entirely sure what's going on here himself.]

Same. Potentially, at least.

"Potentially"?

Potentially.
[Have a little shrug that's bordering on apologetic.]
I tend to reserve my judgement for the first few weeks of knowing someone.

What, you don't trust me completely after just a few minutes of conversation? I must be losing my touch.

[his smirk keeps it sounding like a joke, but this one's actually at least half true. whoops.]

Someone's got to come along and keep you on your toes, I guess?

[He might actually like this one. At least a little.]

[good to know he isn't really losing his touch, then.]

Easier said than done. I'm a child of Hypnos -- I'm sure most people would say it's difficult enough to keep me awake, let alone on my toes.

[Okay, Thomas can't help but grin at that bit.]

And what, you can't just zap them with narcoleptic fits or something?

I suppose I could, but that hardly seems fair...

[and he would never do anything like that, no matter what gabriel says.]

There's fair and then then there's success.

It may be worth considering.

I'll keep that in mind should I ever be in a situation dire enough to warrant it.

[or, y'know, if it'd be really funny and he could get away with it.]

[Thomas would totally support that second option there.]

Yeah, I'd recommend you do. Can't be too careful, right?

I'd have a sarcastic answer for that, if not for the fact that my life suddenly involves far more people with weapons and magic powers than it used to. So yes, I suppose it really can't hurt.

I...actually feel you on that one. It's not been a month I've even known this, soo....

I've only been here since the end of August, myself. And in that time, there's been a mass kidnapping, a plague of ghosts, and "games" far more violent than any ordinary summer camp could ever get away with.

Edited (whoops i suck) 2013-11-23 03:44 (UTC)

So this might be fun after all.
[That's slightly sarcastic, definitely but hey. For Thomas that means things are looking up a little. He thrives on chaos and scrambling to the top as a result of it, he really does.]

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