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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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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.

Damn straight.

Respect. Not fear. Clearly.

Well, people are already plenty afraid of me.

And they should be.

Are they, then?

How? I mean in what specific ways? It's good to have goals after all.

They are. Look at me. [She gestures.] I'm tiny, but I make sure people know I'll fuck them up.

You know, I do believe you could.

[That's a genuine nod of respect there.]

I should invest in the same, really.

I could. I do.

[Physically. Emotionally. It was the only way to survive, and that was at the core of her being. Survival. Even if she wanted to die more often than not.]

Being constantly armed helps, too.

[Thomas's brand of survival involves lurking and then striking quietly and damaging reputations and such rather than the rest. And being able to steal items out of your foster parents' room and hide them in the stuff that belongs to whatever foster sibling's giving you a hard time. It's not exactly the same, he guesses.]

There's a thing I need to work on, the being armed bit. It does remind me I can't simply put a fag out on someone's arm now.

[She assumes, then, that Hermes didn't give Thom a gift like he'd given her. Her poison ring as proof of his existence, and a 'be careful out there, Eponine' gift.] Check it.

[She gives a small movement of her right hand, and one of the multitude of silver rings disappears, reappearing as a knife in her hand.]

[Nah, nothing like that yet. He's probably so busy running around making required claims these days that the details slipped. Or something. Anyway, he's leaning in to get a look, a grin spreading across his face at the ring there.]

Oh now THAT would be a way to go.

And they always come back to me.

[She grins. She's great when it comes to throwing them, and using them in hand-to-hand. A close quarters weapon was pretty useful when you considered that Hermes was her father. And she had some great athletic talents.]

Nice. Remind me to keep an eye on you if ever I piss you off.