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Post by Izzy Abney on Sun Feb 09, 2014 10:07 pm

The past six months or so, when Dante had been living in Firenze again, he had quickly learned that in the mortal world, it was kill or be killed.  It hadn't been an issue before he knew he was a demigod- sure, he saw some strange things, but monsters weren't interested in demigods that didn't know they were demigods.  Returning to the mortal world after finding out he was a demigod...well he smelled much better to all those hellhounds and scorpions now.  And there had been lots of ducking them in Firenze...perhaps something about being a Roman demigod in Italy.  All in all, Dante had never been too great at fighting...he hadn't taken much time to learn how to fight when he had first been at camp.  He hadn't been healthy when he had first been at camp...still barely sleeping and eating, mostly isolating himself and yelling at people in Italian when they came across him.  Camp wasn't safe for the boy...but that was because nowhere was safe for the boy.  Even without monsters on his trail, Dante was so trapped in his mind...his paranoia and fears and general lack of sanity hindering him in every way.  Although it was risky to leave a safe-haven like Camp Jupiter 2.0, the tall boy was grateful he had done so.  Going back to his adopted parents' house in Fresno and then back to Firenze had been one of the best ideas Dante had ever had.  Because he started healing.  It hadn't been easy...none of it had been easy, but it had all changed something.  Something that had started the day Janus appeared to his son on the sound.  Dante got so many answers that day, though he had even more questions.  Leaving camp, a quick stop in Fresno, back it Italy...and everything it all entailed.  The tall boy knew it would be dangerous, which was why he kept a Roman style Imperial Gold dagger on him at all times.  And although he hadn't trained much at camp, battle instincts kicked in pretty quickly.

It was probably one of those demigod things...they all had a natural knack for fighting.  But Dante realized pretty quickly that things would be much easier if he had more of an idea of what he was doing.  He was glad he had snitched some nectar and ambrosia as well...there had been one sting from a scorpion that could have been deadly if the boy hadn't dragged himself into a tiny alleyway and quickly eaten some ambrosia.  It was a moment where Dante realized that there were much greater dangers to a major city at night than muggers.  But somehow the boy had made it through his months in Firenze without dying from monsters or otherwise.  And he had returned to camp...still on piece...which was the important part.  And now he was getting back into the swing of things...how long had it been now?  A little over a week?  Two weeks?  Time seemed to move differently at camp.  Aside from Morning and Evening Muster, there wasn't exactly a schedule the demigods had to follow.  Not that Dante had been keeping to a schedule when he wasn't at camp.  In Firenze, the boy's days were filled with moving through the city or poring over books and records.  But the whole time, he had a clear purpose in mind...find Beatrice.  But he hadn't...and he knew why, but when it came time to leave, Dante just hadn't known what to do next.  Except go to camp, and work with whatever powers he had gotten from Janus, and train.  Maybe he'd live in New Rome forever, but if he ever returned to the mortal world, training would be important.

There were a few issues, of course.  Dante wasn't really sure who he could ask to help him train at camp.  He hadn't exactly made any friends last time, and the Fourth Cohort wasn't exactly filled with fighters.  But the boy was determined...he didn't like the thought of being unprepared to go back to the mortal world, or if some sort of battle were to break out.  So the boy just had to find someone to help him out.  And he really had no idea who to ask, or who he even felt comfortable asking...which was probably the bigger issue.  Dante didn't feel comfortable with people in general, let alone asking for something like this...though he was sure there were plenty of Romans would jump at the chance.  Romans seemed to enjoy fighting, or training for battle.  It was one of those historical things, anyway.  The Romans weren't exactly notorious pacifists.  One early morning, Dante had seen one of the Praetors training...he had been blown away.  Praetor Emmanual, the little one, looked completely dangerous, attacking straw dummies with two Imperial Gold daggers.  The son of Janus wouldn't expect someone who looked like that to be such a brutal fighter.  Then again, he had heard stories about the tiny Praetor...it was partially what held Dante back from asking him for help.  Not to mention Dante was pretty sure a Praetor would have time for him.  Praetor Kiril was a Legacy of Bellona, so would probably also be an amazing help.  But the tall boy was just a quiet Legionnaire.  He'd have to look closer to home, so to say.

Closer to home was the key, though.  It had hit him when he was laying on his bunk, reading.  Two Legionnaires had been discussing the Fourth Cohort's Centurion.  Centurion Sienna Linslee, a daughter of Venus, had been training for a long time.  She had been at the first Camp Jupiter, before it had been destroyed.  One of the girls said she wasn't completely sold on a daughter of Venus's fighting abilities, but the other insisted Centurion Linslee was good.  So Dante decided he'd look at that possibility.  He didn't know the Centurion of his Cohort, but she seemed like a pretty safe option.  Quietly, Dante had watched her in the Arena one day, and he was pretty sure that she would be good for helping the tall boy train.  Although he certainly wasn't a good judge of skill or anything, the girl looked pretty lethal.  So the boy figured he should ask...it couldn't hurt.  After he had finished up some things in the barrack and asking a few lingering people, Dante went to find Centurion Linslee, appropriately in the Arena.  As he approached, the boy felt a bit of hesitation.  He really wasn't good with this sort of thing...but this was a good chance to just ask.  The girl was definitely dedicated.  "Centurion Linslee," he called, a little nervously, waiting for a go from the girl.  She was technically his superior, or so Dante figured it worked, and he should show respect.
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Post by Guest on Sun Feb 23, 2014 2:08 am

The days were melting together for Sienna. Having nothing terribly exciting to separate them, the girl was having trouble remembering what was happening one day and what was happening another. Not that it was terribly important to know, but it meant Sienna was bored out of her mind and looking for something to do. This feeling was, unfortunately, becoming increasingly common for the girl, much to Sienna’s distaste. The only thing different about this boredom from other experiences was that it was peppered with nervousness. The girl had had one of the most important appointments (a.k.a. audition) of her life beginning of February, something she’d been planning for months. There weren’t many positions available for the intensive dance training course, but the girl thought the audition had gone fairly well. That, coupled with her life experience in dancing made Sienna confident she could get the spot.

However, even with this thought, the daughter of Venus was growing increasingly nervous while she waited for the results. End of February, they said, and that was rapidly approaching. That’s when the letter would come, with either the best news of Sienna’s life, or possibly the worst (and yes, she was totally adding that with everything that had happened with Camp Jupiter). The girl couldn’t put into words how nervous she was, and she didn’t have anybody to really talk to about. Calix knew about the audition (she had needed permission to leave camp for a while, after all), but talking to the praetor about her feelings wasn’t particularly enticing to Sienna. Furthermore, Calla was in Manhattan, which meant limited contact. Great. So, these feelings bundled up in Sienna’s mind, making her heart clench whenever she even thought of dancing. She needed a solution, to take her mind off things.

The solution, she found, lay in the arena. Or rather, what happened in the arena. Training was an important part of Sienna’s routine, something she made sure she included at least an hour of every day. She had quite underestimated its importance in the last Camp Jupiter, but it had been her training in the legion that had kept her alive. She would not have survived two years in the mortal world without this training, she knew, and so the arena held a special importance in the girl’s mind. That, and the significance of fighting in Roman tradition was enough to convince the girl the arena held all the answers on how to de-stress herself.

With this in mind, Sienna’s time in the arena increased significantly, to the point where the girl had practically reserved a spot in it. Sienna spent her time training alone, and for once disregarded any opinion anybody had of her. Under normal circumstances, Sienna would care immensely. What others thought of her was always important to Sienna, who always felt like she was being watched under a microscope. But in this matter, Sienna simply didn’t care. Yes, she was a daughter of Venus who valued fighting over the state of her nails. Anybody appalled at that needed to get over it. Anybody who was surprised that the girl trained alone also needed to stop gawking, for Sienna’s usual partner was gone (another time in which Calla was sorely missed). But Sienna had not come to the arena to think, she’d come to train, to get better, and to empty her mind.

That was exactly what she did, and it was what she was doing today, another normal day in February. Morning muster had passed, and Sienna had only made a quick stop back at the barracks to store her armor, and grab a bottle of water. Then it’d been straight to the arena, without making any stops to chat or visit friends. It wasn’t entirely that Sienna was abandoning or avoiding them, it was simply that the morning was a period of time in which she was the most stressed, as it was when she processed the aftermath of whatever nightmares she had had. The girl had been tense all through muster and breakfast, and it was only once she entered the arena that she let herself relax.

The daughter of Venus had become very familiar with the area, spending so much time in the arena, that she wasted no time looking around. The girl simply grabbed her usual spot, tied her hair up in a ponytail, took a moment to appreciate the dummies “generously” donated by the Greeks (not even opening that can of worms), and went to work on knife techniques. The girl fought best with knives and daggers, preferring to get in close where more damage could be dealt.

This was how the girl spent most of her morning, only taking occasional water breaks. Sienna knew she wasn’t the best fighter around, but when she stopped for a longer break to sit down, she couldn’t help but feel proud at the dummy’s tattered state. She may not be First Cohort material, but she was a good enough soldier. Battle-hardened, with the experience to back it up. After some time passed, Sienna cleaned off her favorite dagger quickly, and set to work fixing up the dummy. Before she could continue, Sienna felt a pair of eyes on her (not unnatural, and the girl liked the attention). Even so, Sienna sheathed the dagger and redid her ponytail, eyes scanning the arena only to eventually land on a legionnaire.

There were many new faces in Camp Jupiter, but this face she knew. In fact, he was in her cohort, and the girl prided herself on knowing the legionnaires under her command. While this one was quiet, recluse, and only recently returned, Sienna knew enough about Dante Antoinette to know that he wasn’t here just to watch. Remaining silent for a moment, the girl kept her eyes trained on the boy and waited for him to speak. She did her best to look neutral without seeming intimidating. The girl was always open to her legionnaires coming to her for anything…she just didn’t know what the son of Janus could want.

“Legionnaire Antoinette,” the girl responded, after the stiff and nervous boy spoke. After a moment, Sienna changed her mind, remembering conversations with a certain praetor very well and knowing the best way to speak with the legionnaires could sometimes be the casual way. “Dante,” she amended, giving the boy a nod. Brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face, Sienna gave the boy a small smile. “Is there something I can help you with?”

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Post by Izzy Abney on Mon Feb 24, 2014 7:28 am

There had been a time when Dante was outspoken and forward.  His years on the debate team in high school, leading the debate team, victory after victory, had given the tall boy a lot of confidence.  But time had changed all that.  What had it been...two years since Dante had chosen to drop out of school?  Two and a half years?  Either way, the boy was a very different person than before.  He was turning nineteen in just a few days.  Age didn't really matter here, but it was slightly odd to the boy who had had so many dreams over the years.  Back in Fresno, he had big dreams...the boy was smart and had such skill in his extracurricular activity that no one thought it would be a stretch for him to get into an Ivy League school.  Dante was the type who would end up on the other coast, strutting his stuff at Harvard or Princeton.  Things changed.  People changed.  And as much as the tall boy had been through in the past couple years, he was sort of grateful things had ended up this way.  Sometimes he thought about how different things could have gone.  It was a nasty habit that the boy was starting to understand.  Living in the past, seeing the past, always looking behind him.  It was a personality quirk the son of Janus had gotten from his father.  It made things easier and more difficult at the same time.  Of course Janus would leave such an odd legacy.  Though Dante wouldn't want things any different.  As much as being a child of a less eccentric God would be nice every now and then, Janus being his father explained a lot of things.  And Dante was pretty sure that was how it was supposed to be.

All these things, going through Dante's head.  He was in and out, standing at the edge of the arena, seeing shadowy figures from the past, their imprint weak in a meaningless place.  That tended to happen to the boy...once he started losing himself in the past, memories and flashbacks of other campers would filter into his head.  And although the shadowy figures were just Dante's brain processing it all, it got a little creepy.  He needed to center himself, though...he had come to the arena with a clear intent.  Still trying to ease himself back into the present moment, Dante struggled through his mind wanting to stay in the past.  It was all about harnessing those powers inside him...working on his control over his powers was one of the biggest reasons he had returned to camp.  It wasn't a good idea to be attempting all that in the mortal world.  Not a good idea, and not safe.  The past few months in the mortal world had shown Dante that, as much as he needed to go out and do what he needed to, he still had a lot to learn.  About being a son of Janus...about being a demigod in general.  Oh!  Yes, that was good.  Working on his powers, working on fighting.  It was enough of a jolt to remind Dante where he was and why.

As he brought himself back, Dante realized that his Centurion had noticed him, and addressed him shortly after he addressed her.  "Actually, it's Andaloro now," he said awkwardly.  It was a recent change...one that the boy had gone to long lengths to find out about it going into effect.  But his last name had officially been changed.  To pay respect to his mortal family and honor Beatrice.  The Antoinettes had always been like parents to Dante but they weren't, and since he had known his mother, and her last name, the boy had decided to change.  No one at camp knew yet, though now the son of Janus was feeling a bit guilty about not reporting it to his Centurion right away.  "Legally changed in the mortal world, too," more awkwardness.  Dante felt that was sort of just his default.  "It is...it was her family name.  For various reasons, it fits better," the shy part of Dante felt like he was sharing too much about the name change...that Centurion Linslee just didn't care.  But this was the boy's first chance to mention his name change...and he was proud of it.  Dante Andaloro was a different Dante.  One who could let go and honor those he had never known...or in the case of Beatrice, who he had lost.

As Centurion Linslee addressed Dante by his first name, in a much gentler way, the tall boy gave her a shaky smile.  It was definitely much more comforting than the "Legionnaire Antoinette".  And the boy thought it was wonderful that she knew who he was even though they had never interacted.  He supposed that was typical Centurion duties, but it was much more reassuring than the stiff Roman rank.  "I was wondering if..." the boy trailed off, feeling his insecurities attack.  Maybe this was a bad idea.  But if the boy had made it this far, he couldn't let himself be held back.  "When I was in Firenze, I realized I'm not too great when it comes to fighting.  In the mortal world, the battle instincts kicked in...it was kill or be killed.  I made it out alive, obviously," Dante gave a shy smile.  "I want to learn some better fighting techniques.  If I ever return to the mortal world, I want to make sure I have a better idea of what I'm doing," sometimes, the boy felt like he talked in riddles.  Was that a Janus thing?  "I've heard that you're a great fighter, and I was hoping you might be able to teach me some better methods..."
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As Sienna patiently waited for the quietest member of her cohort to speak, the girl could barely suppress the elated feeling she was getting that a legionnaire wanted her help. Being Centurion was difficult, in the sense that the job required knowledge of two different aspects of Camp Jupiter and its inhabitants. On the one hand, extensive knowledge of Camp had to be known, how it worked and the Roman command system and the way everything was structured. Sienna had had years to familiarize herself with all of Camp Jupiter, and everything needed to maintain it. That was not the problem Sienna had been faced with when she had been a fresh Centurion, less than a year ago. The “problem” was the cohort. A Centurion had to always be available to her cohort, and was responsible for all its members. And so the daughter of Venus had done her best to learn who the cohort members were, some basic information about them (a son of Janus was much different than a son of Cupid), and just who they were.

The girl had done her best on that front, and on being as accessible as possible to her cohort members. She made sure to be clear that they could always approach her for anything, and she tried her best to keep a consistent schedule, so they’d know where to find her. She wanted to create the best experience possible for her legionnaires, and she tried to show that she cared about them. While Dante was not the first person that she expected to come, Sienna was ecstatic that she’d finally have the opportunity to help a legionnaire and make their experience at Camp Jupiter all the better.

Dante’s correction at Sienna’s outdated information didn’t discourage the girl, and she gave him a smile and a nod. “Dante Andaloro, that’s very nice,” Sienna repeated. She was doing her best to ignore how awkward Dante looked, actually talking to her. She supposed it was only normal. The son of Janus seemed like a very shy person, and this was their first time talking. She could only assume he was nervous talking to his superior, and she would do her best to dispel that. When Dante continued, Sienna listened attentively, and she did her best to look understanding as he explained the name change. She wasn’t sure who ‘her’ was, whether it be a family member or a lover or a dear friend, and Sienna felt asking would be infringing off what must be a very sensitive matter. “That’s good, I’m glad you like it more.” She didn’t have much more to say without opening a tangent into a very different line of conversation. Dante, as hesitant as he was to speak, seemed content with his new surname, and Sienna would respect it, and be happy along with them. A success for him was a success for the Fourth Cohort, she believed.

And as much as she would have liked to expand upon it, Dante was getting to the point where he had something to ask her and Sienna didn’t want to interrupt that. When the son of Janus began to speak, before trailing off, Sienna listened expectantly, wondering what the boy could have to ask of her. Interaction between cohort members and her were not as high as Sienna would have liked, but she knew it took time to warm to their superior. The fact that this was the first time a legionnaire was asking her for help put Sienna in suspense, with her wanting to do the very best job she could, so he would feel encouraged to continue seeking her help.

When the boy had enough confidence to finish his explanation, Sienna’s eyebrows shot up for a second in surprise before her face relaxed to its normal position. He…wanted her to help him learn to fight? It hadn’t been exactly what the girl had been expecting (what had she been expecting?) but it was something the girl could help with. She wasn’t sure how much…children of Venus, as a whole, were not particularly well-known for their fighting skills. “Of course, Dante, I’d be happy to help,” Sienna finally responded, after a few moments of digesting what the boy had said. “I can teach you some basics, more depending on your weapon,” she continued, scanning the boy quickly for signs of a dagger or sword. The girl was handy with her daggers, enough that she could survive a couple years on the street. Swords she had less experience with, and she barely knew how to swing axes. But as Centurion, she would be happy to try, anything to help a legionnaire of hers. “I will have to warn you, though, that you may find better instruction with a child of Bellona or Mars. But I’m honored that you came to me.” She tacked the last thought on as an afterthought, her eyes returning to meet Dante’s. The girl, however happy she was to help, felt obligated to give the boy her usual disclaimer regarding training. She knew her basics, and some fancy tricks, but she left the more advanced weaponry skills to more advanced fighters. It wouldn’t be fair to raise Dante’s hopes.

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Post by Izzy Abney on Thu Mar 27, 2014 2:28 pm

Dante was pretty grateful that Centurion Linslee appeared to understand how to deal with him.  Most of the time, the tall boy didn't even know how to deal with himself.  But he supposed there was a reason he was in the Fourth Cohort...a reason that Centurion Linslee was in the Fourth Cohort.  The boy wasn't exactly sure how that all worked, but there had to be some grouping method for Cohorts.  Dante certainly didn't mind, he liked the general awkwardness of his fellow Fourth Cohort legionnaires, even if he didn't really know any of them aside from his sister.  The Fourth Cohort barrack had become a place of relief and refuge for the boy...something that hadn't really happened in a long time.  With all the time Dante had spent in Firenze, he was so sure that was his home.  And maybe it would be in the future, but right now, Camp Jupiter 2.0 was the boy's home.  That was one of the reasons why he had returned at all.  Home and safety and the belonging he needed to feel.  And there was a lot more of that going on this time at camp than there had been last time.  There was very little the boy remembered from his first day at camp, he was so lost in his fear and paranoia and general unhealthiness.  Only a couple people he had interacted with...when Janus had claimed him on the beach...of course, he got memory spikes sometimes, randomly around camp, and typically had no idea why.  Things, ideas, consequences...Dante had sort of realized that was just his life at this point.  The general life of a demigod.

When Centurion Linslee made a kind remark about his name change, Dante couldn't help but smile shyly.  "I suppose it's much more natural.  An Italian first and last name..." boring talk, the boy was sure.  But it made all the difference to him, taking Beatrice's surname over his adopted parents'.  Andaloro was the surname that should have been the boy's all along.  What had they used when he was tossed around from foster home to foster home?  So many questions...and now was not the time to be thinking about all that.  But Dante was glad Centurion Linslee was so nice about it.  She didn't send a volley of questions or press for more information.  But the boy felt he should offer a bit more explanation.  "My birth mother," Dante said softly.  "Beatrice Andaloro.  I have known her when I was in Firenze...though I didn't know who she was.  Since finding out, I felt it would be more fitting to take her surname than my adopted parents'," this was the first time the boy had completely voiced all this, and it wasn't as hard as he had expected it would be.  Though why Dante had suspected it would be hard was beyond him...it was such a good thing, something that the boy was completely overjoyed about...but still a bit odd to get used to.  Like slipping into a brand new pair of shoes.  Uncomfortable and a little achy at first, but very comfortable once they were broken in.  Dante just had to get used to Andaloro over Antoinette.

Centurion Linslee saying she was happy to help brought a wide smile to Dante's face.  This was a great start to starting all this.  Nodding, the tall boy felt himself relaxing a bit.  "Thank you," he said quietly, taking another step into the Arena.  "And basics are the best way to start, right?" he joked shyly.  When the girl mentioned weapon type, the tall boy smiled, holding up his hand so she could see the gold band on his finger.  "Just a simple dagger," Dante said, turning the ring till the raised key symbol was on top, his Imperial Gold dagger appearing in his hand.  It was subtle, but the boy loved the simple magical weapon from his father.  It was the most perfect thing for him.  When he had first been at camp, the boy had half-attempted any weapon he could get his hands on (which, given the armory at camp, was a lot).  Swords felt like uncomfortably long extensions to his already long arms.  Spears were much the same.  Bows required much more upper body strength than the boy had.  And although the idea of close range combat was a little scary to Dante, he found daggers were just sort of the default with nothing else working.  And as he had trained with a dagger (even though he hadn't trained a lot and no dagger really fit right), the boy wasn't too shabby with the weapon.  The dagger from his father, though, was perfect.  It fit and felt right...Dante was more than pleased to start training with it.

With a slight smile, Dante shrugged.  "Bellona or Mars, maybe...but I'm sure they'd laugh at my lack of skills.  I know you won't be like that...and you can't move forward if you don't have the basics," the boy wasn't sure how to say all that without insulting Centurion Linslee...and he very much hoped he hadn't.  "They say you're good and skilled...and that's what I'm looking for right now," smiling, Dante walked into the Arena, holding up his dagger.  "I'm left handed...I hope that doesn't throw too much of a wrench into things," the boy chuckled nervously.  He probably should have mentioned that from the beginning, but it wasn't exactly something he thought about.  Being left handed was perfectly normal for him...mentioning it in situation like this didn't even pass through Dante's mind.  In any situation, really.  That was just sort of a fact of life for him.  Looking nervously at Centurion Linslee, the boy waited for whatever came next.
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