Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2014 19:42:42 GMT -8
Blaze had no idea what he was doing or where he was going. He only knew that the camp he was currently attempting to enter was on the back of a giant moving turtle! Who put demigod camps on the back of turtles?! Clearly the Aztecs did. Silly question. He had the hardest time actually getting onto the turtle’s back. For a giant turtle, this thing could really move! Though, that could also be because Blaze had been skipping out on his training sessions. End of story. Then again, he never did like training sessions anyway. He knew the only reason he had gone to his previous ones was because Hunter had expertly bribed him with muffins. His greatest of weaknesses used against him. Plus, there was always the risk he would see Kyle and sometimes he just didn’t want to deal with the sulking ass that couldn’t see past Branwen.
“Finally!” He gasped as he flopped onto his back, gasping for air. He wasn’t entirely sure how he managed to get onto the turtle’s back, he could have sworn it had something to do with a boat, but he wasn’t going to sweat the minor details. He would have to figure a way off the turtle eventually, so perhaps he should have paid closer attention to the route he took to actually get to his destination. Blaze decided he would worry about swimming for it later. Right now, he was just attempting to do something he never thought he would actually do. Sneak into another camp. He was the son of Venus for crying out loud! He didn’t sneak. Though, he had never truly tried. There was a first time for everything and this was going to be Blaze’s first intrusion into another demigod camp.
The young demigod sat up and looked at his surroundings. He was now utterly confused. “A forest? On the back of a turtle? What is up with this place…” He got to his feet and brushed his jeans off as he looked around, this place was certainly strange and was only getting stranger by the minute. “Do they have a lake too or is the forest it for the landscaping?” He questioned his surroundings. He really didn’t expect anyone to answer; actually he was hoping no one would. He was pretty sure that if he got caught he would be minced meat.
“Who’s there?” A voice rang out from the forest, which still baffled Blaze to no end. Blaze didn’t dare move or breath, hoping the source of the voice would just assume they were hearing things and leave. No such luck. A young boy with dark hair walked out from the protection of the forest. He was carrying a book with him, which immediately told Blaze that he wasn’t a guard, just a poor kid trying to read in the serenity and quiet atmosphere the forest provided. He winced at the thought of what he was going to have to do.
“Who are you?” The boy questioned, his hand moving to the small of his back. Blaze truly didn’t want to know what the kid was hiding there.
“Stop!” He demanded as he took a cautious step toward the boy. He winced, that didn’t work. He could feel it. He was being too forceful. “Shoot…” He mumbled as he watched the boy draw a throwing knife from a hidden sheathe.
“You don’t want to do that.” Blaze said as he took another step toward the boy. This wasn’t as forceful; this was softer, kinder, sweeter.
“I’m pretty sure I do. You don’t look like you belong here.” The boy stated as he flipped the blade with ease.
“But I do.” He said softly as his gaze locked with the Aztec demigod. “I do belong here. You just don’t know me. That’s all.” His voice dripped like honey and he watched the boy start to question himself. “Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Niklaus.” The boy answered, unaware that he actually had answered.
‘Niklaus?! Seriously?! Klaus squared?!’ He thought before sighing. He was seriously starting to hope this entire turtle island wasn’t made up of people with some form of the name Klaus. That would make his search a bit harder than he expected. Naturally, that would be ridiculous. However, this island was proving to be ridiculous anyway, so he wasn’t going to put it past the universe to have an entire demigod camp on the back of a turtle, which was constantly swimming, with demigods and creatures all with some form of the name Klaus. The universe was cruel that way.
“Niklaus.” Blaze repeated, his voice sweet as sugar, as he walked toward the boy, “Put your knife away. Walk deep into the woods. Lay down. Open your book and take a nap.” Blaze gently touched the boy’s shoulder, staying as sweet and charming as he could. As he spoke, his voice melted like sinful seduction into the air. He couldn’t break his concentration now. Not yet.
The young Aztec demigod seemed confused at first, before he nodded. The boy tucked his knife back into its hidden sheathe and turned away from Blaze. He started walking back into the forest he had come from, almost in a daze. Blaze watched him until he disappeared beyond the trees. That was when he exhaled the breath he had been holding that entire time. He actually did it. He actually charmspoke someone and they did exactly as he had asked. It was cause for celebration, though, not now.
He glanced around the area quickly to ensure that no one else was around before he took a wary step toward the woods. He wasn’t big on the woodland scene, but so far this turtle of an island was far more troublesome than some trees clumped together.
Blaze started his cautious hike through the forest, unsure of where it would lead him. This was a stupid plan and he had an even stupider reason for attempting this mission. Well, to anyone else it would seem just plan idiotic, but to the son of Venus, it really wasn’t.
It could be considered an issue at times, being a child of Venus, or rather, perhaps any god or goddess of love, sex, and beauty. Blaze always attracted the attention of others and sometimes, he just didn’t want that attention. Growing up, he was used to people coming up to him and talking to him. He was used to the attention. The one day, it became a bit too much and that was the day his father was forced to send him to Camp Jupiter. Attention was just the norm and Blaze could always handle it well, however, no one –aside from his half-siblings and his father- had ever demanded attention from him. Not that the situation dictated that Blaze shower the person he was searching for with attention. No, Blaze wondered if Klaus would even want to see him. But that didn’t matter to the young child of Venus. He wanted to see the son of death. That wasn’t part of the norm. Blaze wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, a bad thing, or something that was going to land him in serious trouble.
Blaze continued his way through the stupid forest. He had no idea where he was going and he wasn’t sure if he could charmspeak someone else. Just that one kid was exhausting enough. “I hate forests…” He mumbled to himself.
As he took a step around a huge tree, his foot caught on a root and he tripped. He stumbled a few steps before catching himself on a nearby tree, scrapping his hand in the process. He winced and bit his lip before looking at his injured hand. “That hurt…” He mumbled to the tree, as if it was going to apologize for causing Blaze’s hand to bleed. The injury wasn’t bad, but it stung. “And me without my first aid kit,” sarcasm dripping with each word spoken.
Blaze walked further into the forest and stopped only when he heard voices. None of them sounded familiar, but why would they? He was in a whole new world that was strange to him. He crouched down next to the tree he was at, resting his stinging palm on his knee. ‘Great’, he thought, ‘I’m going to get caught and I haven’t even made it to the goddamn camp yet’. He gave a soft sigh and peered around the tree. The voices had stopped and there wasn’t anyone there.
He gave the empty void a puzzled look before he sunk down next to the tree, between two roots that jutted out from the ground. He pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He was now contemplating just leaving. This was a bit too much for him to handle. He was never going to actually make it to the camp without either getting caught or killed. He didn’t have the strength or the power to infiltrate another demigod camp. He was only a fifth cohort.
Blaze rested his chin on his knees as he stared out into the abyss. He was seriously considering turning around. What good would this mission do for him anyway? It would do him no good. He was pretty sure the best plan of action was to leave and just go home. Abort mission. However, Blaze started to wonder. If he actually aborted the mission at hand, would he ever see Klaus again? Blaze just couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the son of death that had trespassed into his camp a short time ago. It was becoming a nuisance. He couldn’t concentrate and he didn’t even want to eat any of his delicious muffins. He had been trying his best to hide his lack of appetite from his cohort mates, Blaze was pretty sure that Max would freak out if Blaze acted like something was amiss.
Blaze had called and spoke with his father only yesterday. His father was someone he could always count on to help him out of tight spots. For a baker, the man was a genius. Blaze looked down at his hands, they were shaking, and it wasn’t from the scrap. He fisted them gently before wrapping his arms around his knees once more. “Am I experiencing a human emotion?” Blaze had never truly been attracted to someone before. He had thought plenty of people were beautiful or pretty and worth the effort, but he had never been physically attracted to anyone. According to his father, Klaus was having the same effect on Blaze as Blaze had on other people. The whole situation was baffling and maybe that’s why he decided to go on this mission. Maybe Blaze needed to figure out if it was just some stupid thought caught in a teenager’s head or if Blaze was truly attracted to the Aztec son of death.
He gave another soft sigh, this time it was of annoyance. He closed his eyes and thought for a long moment. What was he going to do? It seemed to be the question of the day. The answer he always came up with: I don’t know. Blaze wasn’t a solider, not by any design. Sure, he knew how to protect himself if he needed to and he could almost use charmspeak to get out of a seriously sticky situation, but this was just suicide. “Oh well, I guess suicide would be better than getting stabbed in the gut with a sword.” He mumbled into his knees.
Blaze opened his eyes once more and stared at the tree across from him. “If I do leave, how the heck do I get off this stupid turtle?” He questioned the trees that surrounded him. He glanced to each one and smiled a bit, “Right, I’m the son of desire, not the son of nature. Sometimes I wish it was different, maybe the trees could have given me an answer.”
He stood slowly and dusted his jeans off once more before glancing around again, “I guess…I’ll just go back. Even if I did make it to the camp, there would be no guarantee that I would see him, let alone find him. This turtle is huge. Klaus could be anywhere…” Blaze ran his fingers, of his non-injured hand, through his hair, “Besides. I don’t even know his last name; just that he is the son of death.”
Blaze laughed softly, “Yup. Let’s just walk into some random camp and start asking for Klaus the son of death. That would blow over well. I think I would get killed on the spot. Or people would think I’m weird for looking for the son of death.” He shook his head slightly before starting back toward the border that was the edge of the turtle’s shell. “Granted, if anyone saw me speaking to the forest they would think I’m a nut case anyway and would probably shoot me or stab me just to put me out of my misery.”
He headed back toward the shore, being cautious of anyone or anything that might cause him any issues on his journey. Especially that tree root that already injured him once, he wouldn’t allow it to injure him again. He needed at least one good hand that didn’t throb with pain.
Once Blaze reached the spot he had crawled onto the turtle shell shore, he glanced back toward the woods. He was lucky that the one kid was the only person he ran into, though explaining his hand scrape to Max or Erin might be a problem. Those two were always around. “Well, I did tell Max I was going to my father’s bakery, so I guess I’ll just say I tripped on the cat and scraped my hand on the concrete floor.” The back of the bakery had a concrete floor, easier to clean, while the store front had beautiful stone.
Blaze crouched down at the edge of the shell and looked at the water below. This wasn’t going to be a fun swim, but it was something he had to do. There was no other option. No Pegasus, no horse, no birds, no aquatic creatures, nothing that could take him toward Camp Jupiter. He was going to have to swim. “Now, how would I explain the wet look?” He sighed as he watched the moving water below. “After tripping in the shop, I fell into the tub of water that we use to wash dishes?” Blaze sighed, “It’s as good as any excuse, I suppose.” The young demigod of desire glanced back toward the trees before looking back to the water, “What a waste of a trip.” He mumbled to himself as he prepared to jump. Next time he would remember to bring an extra-long rope to tie to one of the trees. He didn’t plan on actually being able to dock the boat he used, so that boat was long gone. He would have to make a mental note: bring a very long rope and a boat – and an escape route – would be readily available. Though the roman demigod didn’t think he would ever return, at least it was a solid plan.
WORDS: 2,540
OUTFIT: Blaze Porter del Castillo & Niklaus Ryland Hart
TAG: Klaus Wynter
NOTES: Just for my amusement and your information:
First draft word count: 2,040
Second draft word count: 2,144
Third draft word count: 2,167
Fourth draft word count: 2,227
Fifth draft word count: 2,241
Sixth draft word count: 2,258
Seventh draft word count: 2,539
Eighth draft word count: 2,540
“Finally!” He gasped as he flopped onto his back, gasping for air. He wasn’t entirely sure how he managed to get onto the turtle’s back, he could have sworn it had something to do with a boat, but he wasn’t going to sweat the minor details. He would have to figure a way off the turtle eventually, so perhaps he should have paid closer attention to the route he took to actually get to his destination. Blaze decided he would worry about swimming for it later. Right now, he was just attempting to do something he never thought he would actually do. Sneak into another camp. He was the son of Venus for crying out loud! He didn’t sneak. Though, he had never truly tried. There was a first time for everything and this was going to be Blaze’s first intrusion into another demigod camp.
The young demigod sat up and looked at his surroundings. He was now utterly confused. “A forest? On the back of a turtle? What is up with this place…” He got to his feet and brushed his jeans off as he looked around, this place was certainly strange and was only getting stranger by the minute. “Do they have a lake too or is the forest it for the landscaping?” He questioned his surroundings. He really didn’t expect anyone to answer; actually he was hoping no one would. He was pretty sure that if he got caught he would be minced meat.
“Who’s there?” A voice rang out from the forest, which still baffled Blaze to no end. Blaze didn’t dare move or breath, hoping the source of the voice would just assume they were hearing things and leave. No such luck. A young boy with dark hair walked out from the protection of the forest. He was carrying a book with him, which immediately told Blaze that he wasn’t a guard, just a poor kid trying to read in the serenity and quiet atmosphere the forest provided. He winced at the thought of what he was going to have to do.
“Who are you?” The boy questioned, his hand moving to the small of his back. Blaze truly didn’t want to know what the kid was hiding there.
“Stop!” He demanded as he took a cautious step toward the boy. He winced, that didn’t work. He could feel it. He was being too forceful. “Shoot…” He mumbled as he watched the boy draw a throwing knife from a hidden sheathe.
“You don’t want to do that.” Blaze said as he took another step toward the boy. This wasn’t as forceful; this was softer, kinder, sweeter.
“I’m pretty sure I do. You don’t look like you belong here.” The boy stated as he flipped the blade with ease.
“But I do.” He said softly as his gaze locked with the Aztec demigod. “I do belong here. You just don’t know me. That’s all.” His voice dripped like honey and he watched the boy start to question himself. “Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Niklaus.” The boy answered, unaware that he actually had answered.
‘Niklaus?! Seriously?! Klaus squared?!’ He thought before sighing. He was seriously starting to hope this entire turtle island wasn’t made up of people with some form of the name Klaus. That would make his search a bit harder than he expected. Naturally, that would be ridiculous. However, this island was proving to be ridiculous anyway, so he wasn’t going to put it past the universe to have an entire demigod camp on the back of a turtle, which was constantly swimming, with demigods and creatures all with some form of the name Klaus. The universe was cruel that way.
“Niklaus.” Blaze repeated, his voice sweet as sugar, as he walked toward the boy, “Put your knife away. Walk deep into the woods. Lay down. Open your book and take a nap.” Blaze gently touched the boy’s shoulder, staying as sweet and charming as he could. As he spoke, his voice melted like sinful seduction into the air. He couldn’t break his concentration now. Not yet.
The young Aztec demigod seemed confused at first, before he nodded. The boy tucked his knife back into its hidden sheathe and turned away from Blaze. He started walking back into the forest he had come from, almost in a daze. Blaze watched him until he disappeared beyond the trees. That was when he exhaled the breath he had been holding that entire time. He actually did it. He actually charmspoke someone and they did exactly as he had asked. It was cause for celebration, though, not now.
He glanced around the area quickly to ensure that no one else was around before he took a wary step toward the woods. He wasn’t big on the woodland scene, but so far this turtle of an island was far more troublesome than some trees clumped together.
Blaze started his cautious hike through the forest, unsure of where it would lead him. This was a stupid plan and he had an even stupider reason for attempting this mission. Well, to anyone else it would seem just plan idiotic, but to the son of Venus, it really wasn’t.
It could be considered an issue at times, being a child of Venus, or rather, perhaps any god or goddess of love, sex, and beauty. Blaze always attracted the attention of others and sometimes, he just didn’t want that attention. Growing up, he was used to people coming up to him and talking to him. He was used to the attention. The one day, it became a bit too much and that was the day his father was forced to send him to Camp Jupiter. Attention was just the norm and Blaze could always handle it well, however, no one –aside from his half-siblings and his father- had ever demanded attention from him. Not that the situation dictated that Blaze shower the person he was searching for with attention. No, Blaze wondered if Klaus would even want to see him. But that didn’t matter to the young child of Venus. He wanted to see the son of death. That wasn’t part of the norm. Blaze wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, a bad thing, or something that was going to land him in serious trouble.
Blaze continued his way through the stupid forest. He had no idea where he was going and he wasn’t sure if he could charmspeak someone else. Just that one kid was exhausting enough. “I hate forests…” He mumbled to himself.
As he took a step around a huge tree, his foot caught on a root and he tripped. He stumbled a few steps before catching himself on a nearby tree, scrapping his hand in the process. He winced and bit his lip before looking at his injured hand. “That hurt…” He mumbled to the tree, as if it was going to apologize for causing Blaze’s hand to bleed. The injury wasn’t bad, but it stung. “And me without my first aid kit,” sarcasm dripping with each word spoken.
Blaze walked further into the forest and stopped only when he heard voices. None of them sounded familiar, but why would they? He was in a whole new world that was strange to him. He crouched down next to the tree he was at, resting his stinging palm on his knee. ‘Great’, he thought, ‘I’m going to get caught and I haven’t even made it to the goddamn camp yet’. He gave a soft sigh and peered around the tree. The voices had stopped and there wasn’t anyone there.
He gave the empty void a puzzled look before he sunk down next to the tree, between two roots that jutted out from the ground. He pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He was now contemplating just leaving. This was a bit too much for him to handle. He was never going to actually make it to the camp without either getting caught or killed. He didn’t have the strength or the power to infiltrate another demigod camp. He was only a fifth cohort.
Blaze rested his chin on his knees as he stared out into the abyss. He was seriously considering turning around. What good would this mission do for him anyway? It would do him no good. He was pretty sure the best plan of action was to leave and just go home. Abort mission. However, Blaze started to wonder. If he actually aborted the mission at hand, would he ever see Klaus again? Blaze just couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the son of death that had trespassed into his camp a short time ago. It was becoming a nuisance. He couldn’t concentrate and he didn’t even want to eat any of his delicious muffins. He had been trying his best to hide his lack of appetite from his cohort mates, Blaze was pretty sure that Max would freak out if Blaze acted like something was amiss.
Blaze had called and spoke with his father only yesterday. His father was someone he could always count on to help him out of tight spots. For a baker, the man was a genius. Blaze looked down at his hands, they were shaking, and it wasn’t from the scrap. He fisted them gently before wrapping his arms around his knees once more. “Am I experiencing a human emotion?” Blaze had never truly been attracted to someone before. He had thought plenty of people were beautiful or pretty and worth the effort, but he had never been physically attracted to anyone. According to his father, Klaus was having the same effect on Blaze as Blaze had on other people. The whole situation was baffling and maybe that’s why he decided to go on this mission. Maybe Blaze needed to figure out if it was just some stupid thought caught in a teenager’s head or if Blaze was truly attracted to the Aztec son of death.
He gave another soft sigh, this time it was of annoyance. He closed his eyes and thought for a long moment. What was he going to do? It seemed to be the question of the day. The answer he always came up with: I don’t know. Blaze wasn’t a solider, not by any design. Sure, he knew how to protect himself if he needed to and he could almost use charmspeak to get out of a seriously sticky situation, but this was just suicide. “Oh well, I guess suicide would be better than getting stabbed in the gut with a sword.” He mumbled into his knees.
Blaze opened his eyes once more and stared at the tree across from him. “If I do leave, how the heck do I get off this stupid turtle?” He questioned the trees that surrounded him. He glanced to each one and smiled a bit, “Right, I’m the son of desire, not the son of nature. Sometimes I wish it was different, maybe the trees could have given me an answer.”
He stood slowly and dusted his jeans off once more before glancing around again, “I guess…I’ll just go back. Even if I did make it to the camp, there would be no guarantee that I would see him, let alone find him. This turtle is huge. Klaus could be anywhere…” Blaze ran his fingers, of his non-injured hand, through his hair, “Besides. I don’t even know his last name; just that he is the son of death.”
Blaze laughed softly, “Yup. Let’s just walk into some random camp and start asking for Klaus the son of death. That would blow over well. I think I would get killed on the spot. Or people would think I’m weird for looking for the son of death.” He shook his head slightly before starting back toward the border that was the edge of the turtle’s shell. “Granted, if anyone saw me speaking to the forest they would think I’m a nut case anyway and would probably shoot me or stab me just to put me out of my misery.”
He headed back toward the shore, being cautious of anyone or anything that might cause him any issues on his journey. Especially that tree root that already injured him once, he wouldn’t allow it to injure him again. He needed at least one good hand that didn’t throb with pain.
Once Blaze reached the spot he had crawled onto the turtle shell shore, he glanced back toward the woods. He was lucky that the one kid was the only person he ran into, though explaining his hand scrape to Max or Erin might be a problem. Those two were always around. “Well, I did tell Max I was going to my father’s bakery, so I guess I’ll just say I tripped on the cat and scraped my hand on the concrete floor.” The back of the bakery had a concrete floor, easier to clean, while the store front had beautiful stone.
Blaze crouched down at the edge of the shell and looked at the water below. This wasn’t going to be a fun swim, but it was something he had to do. There was no other option. No Pegasus, no horse, no birds, no aquatic creatures, nothing that could take him toward Camp Jupiter. He was going to have to swim. “Now, how would I explain the wet look?” He sighed as he watched the moving water below. “After tripping in the shop, I fell into the tub of water that we use to wash dishes?” Blaze sighed, “It’s as good as any excuse, I suppose.” The young demigod of desire glanced back toward the trees before looking back to the water, “What a waste of a trip.” He mumbled to himself as he prepared to jump. Next time he would remember to bring an extra-long rope to tie to one of the trees. He didn’t plan on actually being able to dock the boat he used, so that boat was long gone. He would have to make a mental note: bring a very long rope and a boat – and an escape route – would be readily available. Though the roman demigod didn’t think he would ever return, at least it was a solid plan.
WORDS: 2,540
OUTFIT: Blaze Porter del Castillo & Niklaus Ryland Hart
TAG: Klaus Wynter
NOTES: Just for my amusement and your information:
First draft word count: 2,040
Second draft word count: 2,144
Third draft word count: 2,167
Fourth draft word count: 2,227
Fifth draft word count: 2,241
Sixth draft word count: 2,258
Seventh draft word count: 2,539
Eighth draft word count: 2,540