im ➹ feb 23

[industria]

[ Allison has been avoiding picking up weapons for a month, embarrassed about what's happened to her. Anyone more observant should notice that but otherwise she's gotten away with training in other ways, going for runs, rock climbing, rowing the canoe across the lake. Exercise is a good way to release her pent up energy.

The punishment is a reminder that she is still mostly a teenage girl, no more powerful than an Egyptian magician here. Her hunting and tracking skills are sharp as ever and she can withstand the cold with just a sweater or a light jacket nowadays. She knows she has a long road to completing the Norse 'process,' so to speak as well as regaining favor in camp. 

Here she is in front of the rock wall, fiddling with the sleeves of her gray sweatshirt as well as the drawstrings around the hood. ]

Hi. Just wondering if anyone wanted to race up the rock wall with me? Or, um, if anyone needs any help with their aim at the range, I can help you there too.

Or, you know, if you need me for anything else. I'll be here.

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[shylyintrepid]

Actually, mademoiselle, I would like to talk to you.

[He is the most unamused and his voice is cold]

[industria]

[ Allison knows her public apology isn't enough but she still winces. ]

I've been expecting this.

[shylyintrepid]

The Demeter cabin, if you would please.

[industria]

[ With a brief nod, Allison swipes away the Iris Message and readies herself for what's to come. The only advantage here is that she did not completely insult the camp and Greeks as a whole collective but that isn't much compared to what she has actually done.

She lightly raps on the door once she reaches the cabin. ]

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan opens the door and steps out, gesturing to one of the chairs on the porch.]

Sit, please.

[Still cold, still unamused.]

Don't worry, nothing here will kill you.

[industria]

Oh, thanks. [ Even if she can sense that she's about to get a good talking to, Allison is surprised that he's still basically polite, calling her 'mademoiselle' and asking her to sit, which she does, folding her hands over her leggings. ]

Yeah, I'm - that's good to know.

[shylyintrepid]

[The politer Jehan is, the angrier he is]

Only because I'm not allowed to, though. I don't appreciate being tricked like that! You asked to use my poisons to defend the camp and then you nearly kill two campers!

[industria]

That - I know. I know. [ She presses down the front of her sweatshirt, before tugging her sleeves over her hands. ]

I know you won't believe me, but when I asked you for the plants, I hadn't had the whole ... revenge dreams yet. I sincerely wanted to help defend, not harm and - and I allowed the whole power trip happen to me. I think a part of me to know how it would feel and I totally regret it.

[shylyintrepid]

So you hadn't planned on letting in a group of people that might have hurt us?

[industria]

I thought they'd help too, not act even more aggressive than I was being. I thought myself as, like - separate from everyone else. I can see why that attitude has been a major problem here.

[shylyintrepid]

[In French, softly and to himself:] Well, at least someone can.

[In English:] I honestly don't care about any of that. I'm more upset about being used like that. I don't offer my poisons to just anyone for this exact reason! I can't trust people to use them wisely, and when I thought I could I was proven wrong.

[industria]

[ In careful French, with hardly a shift in her expression: ] I will think carefully before asking for any help.

[ And then in English. ] I'm sorry, I really am. That won't ever be enough, I know. I'll stay out of your way in the meantime. I don't know if that will help any.

[shylyintrepid]

[...Jehan needs to get on learning another language. He can't talk to himself in French anymore.]

If I catch you anywhere near my garden, you will regret it, mademoiselle. Poison ivy's a common enough affliction that it'll take someone who knows me very well to realize I'm the one who gave it to you.

[industria]

[ American girl, French surname, French code. She lifts her eyebrows. ]

Consider me threatened.

[shylyintrepid]

[Hey, he's never heard the code.]

That goes double if you hurt anyone I love. I'm done talking now.

[And he turns to go back in]

[industria]

[ Possibly one of the oddest exchanges she has ever had, but all of it is deserved. Even odder, though, she accepts the threats but isn't scared of any of it. She promised Scott she would do right by him and that also goes for everyone else under this roof.

Allison stands and brushes herself off, jogging back to the rock wall. ]

[usernameallison]

I'll- I'll give you a race, if you want.

[The impromptu trust-building exercise they went through during the full moon helped. He gives her a little grin from the dining pavilion where he sees this rainbow go up.]

I'll try even to not use my legacy stuff too much.

[Or the werewolf thing. That only strengthened it.]

[industria]

[ As usual, Allison's entire being lights up when she sees Scott respond and she giggles, shaking her head. ]

There is no way this will ever be fair between us, so let's just do our best, okay? [ Hey, he's got the bite, she's a mini-goddess. Maybe that puts them on even ground for now. ]

I'll happily race you.