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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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Truly you are indeed the child of a god. [That's deadpan but it's also meant truthfully as well, so...]

How'd ya tell?

Your divine mercy on an addict, of course.

Divine mercy? Shit.

It's not that. Scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. You know the drill, I'm sure. You're the type.

Flattery'll get me nowhere? Ah well. So far so good all the same.

Oh, it'll get you somewhere, but you're my half-brother.

Mostly I just like to hear it.

And you're not really what I go for.

Well that's something, isn't it?

You're not, either.

Twenty bucks.

[There's a moment where Thomas considers this, debating if the price is worth it, really but then his hands are shaking so. So fine.]

Twenty it is.

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Perfect.

[That's twice what a pack actually costs. But there's a delivery fee. It'll go up later."

[This is what you get, having been in America for a couple weeks and camp for just a few days now, really. He'll come up with some other way soon. He'll have to.]

[Damn straight.]

I'm making a run later. I'll let you know when I go.

You are, in fact, my new favorite.

I better be your only favorite.

Thus far, sister of mine.

Till the end, Thom.

[Okay, so Thomas's grin is actually genuine at that. What can he say, he sort of likes the address there. And the concept of someone who isn't out to screw him over. Not that he entirely trusts her yet but. It's something?]

Till the end. Let's hope that's true.

Hermes kids get a bad rep.

[Luke, Jake... Traitors all of them.]

You mean it's not deserved?

I...sorry. [And he does actually look it.]

This shit is all so new to me. I figured I was fucked.

No. It is.

We've got a tough act to follow... Look, a few years ago, this kid Luke fucked over the whole camp. Betrayed us all for Kronos. Ask Percy, I'm fuzzy on details.

And a few months ago... Jake betrayed us for Gaia and the Red Room. [And now he was dead.]

Both of them are-were our half-brothers.

So. It IS exactly like I thought.

[Have a little headshake and a wry smile.]

Well. Aren't we in good company then? Somehow I'm not surprised. It WOULD be one of our half siblings involved in anything like that, wouldn't it?

Of course. [He didn't know Jake. Jake was infuriating. He and Eponine had never gotten along. And yet...

Jake was dead because of her, in a way.]

Best company I've had.

I must admit, it makes me wary of my chances at success for ruling this place if the standard for cocking up has gone as high as that.

[Really, Thomas is just kind of...Well. Hermes never told him ALL the details of any of this. He had suspected, but would have liked to have known how screwed up the score was.]

Yeah, fucking us over isn't how to rule the place.

[As much as she hates it here, she'd never betray them.]

Right. There ARE limits to things like that. Besides who would I have power over if I'd fucked everyone that badly? It simply would not compute.