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[unstiff]

[ Four doesn't have much use for the ims, not yet anyway. Instead, he'd rather explore, get the lay of this place first hand. No one would realize it to look at him, but he is infinitely glad to be back in a somewhat familiar setting. It's not Camp Jupiter, but it's not constantly moving around. It's not endangering anyone. It's safe. That's something that Four hasn't felt in more than a year. Sure, it's far more relaxed than what he's accustomed to (and he's not entirely sure how he feels about that) but it's a camp environment and he's been told that there are campers here that he knows. It's not home, but it's close enough for the moment.

Come bother the new camper, don't let the fact that he's stalking around with a scowl on his face dissuade you. He doesn't bite. Mostly. ]

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[pyrkagia]

[Dany herself is sitting on a rock near the lake, her hand smoothing over the scales of one of the dragons on her lap - the cream-colored one. Overhead, the other two circle in flight - until they notice an unfamiliar face, a stranger with an angry face. Viserion stirs, and Dany has only a moment before the two in the air are flying towards the new boy, keening. She gets up from her spot immediately, running to chase them down, shouting calls in Greek, fishing in the bag at her hip for the meat she keeps with her.]

[unstiff]

[ Four isn't dumb. He may not have faced a dragon before, but he's well aware that he needs to be wary. He takes several steps back from the approaching dragon, hand slipping down to slide a slender celestial bronze rod out of the belt around his waist. He holds the rod like a throwing knife, which is exactly what it transforms into. The only thing that gives him pause is the girl running after the dragons apparently trying to stop them. He'll wait until the last possible second to start throwing knives, to give her a chance to do whatever it is she's going to do. ]

[pyrkagia]

[Of course, this is the sort of thing Dany's been worried about - but she should expect it, really. It's not that they're unfriendly towards newcomers, but they have been wary, lately. She thanks the gods that he hasn't started attacking, because that would have just made the situation more hostile. Her hand goes to the weapon curled around her waist, but she calls out again and tosses the uncooked meat, wiping her hand off as they spiral down to go after that instead, the cream dragon at the rock following pursuit. Dany takes another look over to make sure they're occupied before she speaks.]

They should know better than to be hostile without my command. Are you lost?

[unstiff]

[ He gives her a 'have you lost your mind' look. ]dragons. [ Hostile is sort of what they do, at least according to all the studying he's done. ]

No. [ because he's not. ] I'm learning the place. [ because he's new, but he doesn't offer that. ]

[pyrkagia]

Yes, dragons. [She repeats, trying to not lose her cool. She knows the dangers inherent, but she's trying desperately to work with the dragons and not ahve them do this.] They're mine.

[She pauses a moment to compose herself before continuing on.]

When did you come here?

[unstiff]

More useful than goldfish, I guess. [ he's not trying to piss her off. Honest. ]

Today. I've been here all of...an hour. Maybe.

[pyrkagia]

I see. And...what pantheon are you from?

[She's not quite sure - the Greeks like her wear their camp beaded necklaces, but she hasn't checked his arm for the mandatory Roman tattooing. Right now she's more concerned about weeding out potential threats. The camp's been attacked by newcomers too much lately for her to not be suspicious.]

I never did understand why some would want to keep a fish as a pet. You can't interact with them much.

[unstiff]

[ He tilts his chin up, obvious pride in his stance and body language. ] Roman. You?

[ Oh it's there on his arm beneath his shirt along with a number of other tattoos put there for various reasons, with various meaning. He's not here to attack the camp though. He's very glad to be here, to be somewhere that seems even a little familiar. ]

I wouldn't know. I've never had a fish, or a pet of any kind. My father thought pets were too indulgent.

[pyrkagia]

I'm Greek. I'm a daughter of Hephaestus.

[There's a straightening of her back to match his own - she's quite proud of her heritage herself, especially since it partially brought her these dragons.

Even if she did get in trouble for it later.]

Perhaps you'd want to try it. Companionship is valuable.

[industria]

[ Allison's been picking up her skills slowly. It's been a frustrating recovery since the wolf attack, since Artemis cursed every weapon her hands touch. She hasn't done much socializing except among her fellow Norse kids... and her boyfriend, who takes up a great deal of her time. She's happy for the small company, anyway. It's still a comfort, despite having alienated herself.

Though, she wouldn't really call this socializing, slowly appearing from behind a tree during her walk through the woods. ]

Are you looking for something?

[unstiff]

[ If there's anything she wouldn't have to explain to Four, it would be keeping to herself and a small group of friends. He gets that. It's usually his M.O. Here, he's being forced out of his comfort zone because he doesn't know anyone very well, even the kids from Camp Jupiter.

He doesn't start when she comes out from behind the tree, but he does take notice, stopping to look her over. ]

I just got here. I'm checking the place out.

[industria]

[ Allison keeps both her hands in sight, just in case. She takes extra precautions like that nowadays so others will know that she isn't out to get them. ]

Welcome. [ Usually, she's all smiles and friendliness and it's nice to fall into the same routine with newcomers. Lifting a shoulder, she leans against hte tree, tucking her hair behind her ear. ] I'm Allison. Norse pantheon.

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[ It's smart of her, particularly with new people (and with Four) to be careful. He relaxes marginally when she responds that way. She might even notice it in the set of his shoulders or the slight softening of his expression. ]

Thanks. [ It's said tersely, but not without genuine gratitude. He's glad to be here, even if it isn't home. ] Four. Roman pantheon. [ He hesitates, deciding after a moment to offer a little more information. It's not as if she won't be able to figure it out for herself. ]

I've been on the run for about a year. [ So he's glad to be here, to have a place to belong again even if he won't say it. ]

[industria]

I've heard that's what happened to most of your fellow Romans, actually. [ Allison shakes her head. She's been lucky so far, even after she was kidnapped over the summer she was at least able to reunite family without much suffering. Well, without that type of suffering, anyway. ]

Well, I'm glad that you've finally found safety. It must be... incredibly difficult, traveling alone.

[unstiff]

[ Four nods. ] We didn't have much of a choice. A lot of us got scattered. [ it had been miserable. Four didn't do well without people so he'd done, possible worse than a lot of his other campers.

He nods in hesitant agreement. ] Yeah. It...sucked. Have you been here long?

[industria]

[ People keep trickling in and she knows that the Roman army is nowhere near its original size. That's worrisome but it's good to see them banding together, especially alongside the other Pantheons. It's something she's thought about when it comes to Scott and what he went through but the severity of the situation hadn't truly hit her until just now. ]

On and off. I left when summer started and came back mid-fall.

[unstiff]

[ It's nice to have a place to belong. It's nice to see some of the other Romans, people he hasn't seen since the camp fell. He nods at her comment. ]

Then you know this place pretty well.

[longmayshereign]

[If Four explores the woods for long enough, eventually he'll find his way to a particular tree. It's small but flourishing, and the apples upon it have a goldenish cast to their skin.

Seated beneath the tree is Mary, humming to herself as she works on some embroidery. It's really not the same as having a loom at all, but a modern day Frigga needs to work with what she has.

Her eyes lift as he comes nearer and she offers an affable,]

Hullo.

[unstiff]

[ It takes him a little while to get there, but he wants to explore this place, to figure out the lay of the land and that means delving deeper into the woods. He pulls up short upon seeing a woman sitting beneath a tree. He gives her an odd look, as if he's questioning her presence there, wondering if this is normal or if there's something wrong. ]

Hello.

[ His greeting reflects that doubt and uncertainty. There's a part of him, the part that's still the boy that Marcus raised, that knows he should say something else. ]

You're quite a ways out here.

[ Okay, so that something else sounds accusing rather than pleasant, but it's something .]

[longmayshereign]

[She smiles at that.]

But not as far away as you'd think. This tree is important to me and mine, and I find if I sit under it, I can almost understand what it's saying.

[Her accent smacks of the United Kingdom. A little Scottish and a lot of Queen's English, kind of patchwork.]

I'm Mary. One of the Norse. And you're new to camp. You can sit if you'd like?

[unstiff]

[ She gets a look that's part confused and part 'are you crazy' ] The tree talks to you?

[ It's an accent he hasn't heard, but he likes it. After some hesitation, he sits down. ]

It shows, huh? I'm Four, one of the Romans

[longmayshereign]

When I was entirely Frigga, I understood all things. Not just people, or even animals. Besides, is it so odd, considering the fact that you're in a camp full of the hybrid offspring of Greek and Roman gods?

[She gestures, inviting him to pull up some grass.] It only shows in so much that you're a face I don't at least passingly recognize. I think it's grand that the Romans are reuniting with each other. Hopefully the Norse will enjoy similar good luck.

[unstiff]

[ Four considers her words, eyebrows raising and head tilting to the side. She has a point. Hesitantly, gingerly he takes a seat next to her. ]

I appreciate being given a place to stay. [ And he does, there's a good deal of gratitude in his voice. Living on his own after having lived at Camp Jupiter for so long had been difficult, emotionally draining. ] So you're...not entirely Frigga. What does that mean?

[longmayshereign]

[She smiles a bit ruefully at that.] Well. How familiar are you with the stories of the Norse. Do you know what Ragnarok is? I could go all poetic on you, but it's more or less the Asgardian Apocalypse - Asgard is the Norse equivalent of Olympus. It was destroyed, along with the gods, or to be more accurate, their souls were shattered. The soul of each god was shattered into many pieces, and those soul shards have embedded themselves into the souls of various mortals.

Those of us who have the biggest soul shard of each god are considered to be the new incarnation of that god. The largest known of Frigga is me. I have her memories - they're my memories. I am able to do some of the things that Frigga was able to do, and I'm becoming stronger - all of us are becoming stronger - every day.

[unstiff]

Not terribly. [ Four didn't like when he didn't know something. He would definitely start researching Norse mythology. He listens intently, absorbing all of that. It's obvious from his expression he's impressed. ]

So far, you're a lot nicer than any of the gods or goddesses I've met, shard or otherwise. [ It's meant as a compliment and to be a little teasing. There's the hint of a smile when he says it. ]