A Blade in My Hand [open]

Roland Chambers

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A Blade in My Hand [open]

POSTED ON Jan 2, 2015 12:29:41 GMT -8

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Post by Roland Chambers on Jan 2, 2015 12:29:41 GMT -8

Roland had only been at camp for about a week or longer it seemed. He had been asked countless times by other campers and staff members how he had survived & of coursed he had to lie as if he had no idea. It was an easy lie that became even easier for him to repeat over time. Each time he tried to leave his bunker it seemed like somebody wanted to either hound him down with questions or force him back into the infirmary to see if he was actually alive rather than a monster.

Waking up hours before the sun was even out, Roland snuck out. It felt nice to be back home at Camp Midgard but it felt even better not to be surrounded by people. Making his way into the armory, Roland smiled as he looked around. Weapons literally just about lining the entire place, it was as if they little kids merely messing around with nothing they knew of.

The son of Vidar needed a new blade. His last blade had disappeared when he had 'died', he wasn't too sure on what Justin or the others had done with it by now. They had probably buried it or done something silly with it by now. He wasn't the best with regular swords, they were too long for his taste. Short swords were more his style, though it seemed like not a lot of people cared for using them. Picking up a short sword on the wall, Roland held it in his hands, examining it. It seemed fair enough, it wasn't too heavy or too light. And if it didn't work out for him, he could always find a way to fix it in the forge. "Very nice" he mumbled to himself.

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POSTED ON Jan 2, 2015 16:13:17 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 16:13:17 GMT -8

Kol's favorite time of day was always right before the crack of dawn. It was brisk, always the perfect temperature for the frosty demigod. He always used the quiet to actually get something done, but it training or ice sculptures. Kol wasn't always the cold monster everyone thought he was. He always created big and small ice sculptures for the demigods and demigoddesses that were injured and couldn't leave infirmary. No matter who was there. He created all sorts of things. Moons, stars, flowers, even plenty of woodland creatures crossed his creative palette. Creating these works of arts was very soothing to Kol and he enjoyed doing it. He even created a small forest landscape for Roland Chambers, the demigod that rose from the dead. Of course, Kol always delivered his little creations when those within the infirmary slept, he didn't like people knowing this weakness in him.

However, this particular morning, Kol decided on training. He had quickly made his way through the camp without running into any unwanted situations. He loved how deserted the place was. It made his mornings far easier. By breakfast he would be hiding in his bunker once again, sleeping away the heat of the day before waking just after dinner. He certainly was an odd duck, but he didn't care. He relished his uniqueness and anyone that challenged it just didn't understand him. Which was fine with him.

Kol quickly opened the armory door and walked inside. He gave the softest of sighs when his gaze landed on Roland Chambers. This particular snowman wasn't someone Kol felt like dealing with. Perhaps he would go with his other plan and go make a small dog for Vaughn Mercer. Kol always was kinder to VJ because of the young boy's history, not because of who his father was.

The ice demigod considered his options for a moment before he heaved a heavier sigh and walked fully into the room, shutting the door behind him. He might have to swallow his pride and just make nice with the walking dead demigod. There was talk that Roland was going to be Kol's shieldmate. Something Kol wasn't too fond of, but the powers-that-be would probably demand it and Kol would have to oblige. He knew this one wouldn't last very long. None of them did.

Kol swiftly crossed the room and glanced around. He had always hoped for something useful within these walls, perhaps he should stop looking. His ice was far more powerful than some of the crappy toys that littered this room. He gently ran his fingers through his already mangled hair. He glanced to Roland and smiled a bit, "You even know how to use that? You know, for being dead and all?" Even if their first meeting was a bit rocky, he still felt bad for the guy. He lost his life, shieldmate, best-friend, and home all because of one incident. How he managed to at least get his life back was a mystery that Kol didn't want to solve.

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Roland Chambers

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A Blade in My Hand [open]

POSTED ON Jan 4, 2015 11:32:06 GMT -8

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Post by Roland Chambers on Jan 4, 2015 11:32:06 GMT -8

This was it, this was the blade that he wanted to keep for himself. Roland was for sure of it. It felt as if it needed little to no alterations at all, which he loved. Hearing somebody speak to him, Roland turn to face whoever had walked into the armory, though he had wished he was alone for a little bit longer. Seeing the son of Skadi, Kol, a smile spread across his face as a chuckle escaped his mouth. "That is one thing people do not forget when they die, the fight or flight reflex." Roland said.

"Yes I remember how to use this, I use to train for hours on end when I was younger" he explained to Kol. With his father being the gold of vengeance, when he was younger he made sure he trained to help just about anybody out. Whether they were friend or foe to him. "Justin should be able to vouch for me on that one." he added.

Walking over to the fellow demigod, Roland tilted his head to the side. They had kept him in the infirmary for what had felt like an eternity, though in reality it was possibly most of the week since he had returned. Each time the son of Vidar woke up, he would find all of these interesting little ice sculptures that somebody had made for him. Of course he knew it wasn't Justin. The last time he remembered Justin being involved with ice, it was him falling onto his ass while trying to get something off of the frozen lake during winter one year.

"I have a quick question" Roland said to Kol, curious to see if he was correct on his little guess. "Were you the one who made those little ice sculptures of a very detailed little forest?" he asked, pretty sure he knew that the answer was yes. Skadi was a goddess associated with winter. So he assumed that he can have some control over anything involving that.

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POSTED ON May 4, 2015 15:05:23 GMT -8

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Kol glanced to Roland and gave a slight smirk, "Fight or flight, huh? I think you failed at both those in that instant. Getting crushed by a boulder, wasn't it? Not much fighting or flighting in that situation. Not that it matters much to me anyway." Kol turned away from the demigod of vengeance. He made it only a few steps before Justin was brought into the conversation, which made Kol sigh. He was tired of everyone talking about Justin, or any child of Thor. Just because you are an off-spring of the all-mighty Thor doesn't make you headliner news each and every day. "I'm good. I'll take your word for it. In case you haven't noticed, pretty boy and me aren't on the best of terms."

"Nothing in here is useful. I don't know why I keep bothering." He mumbled softly as he turned toward the door. He was fully prepared to leave, only Roland's question him caught him in his tracks. The son of Skadi glanced back at Roland and thought long and hard. He really didn't want anyone to know that he was the one that created each and every ice sculpture that entered the infirmary. It was a weakness in his eyes. He cared for the injured. He was cold and heartless not compassionate and kind.

"Ice is a funny thing." Kol turned fully to face Roland, "It's beautiful, yet destructive. It can be sculpted into anything, yet it won't hesitate to pierce the heart of another." Kol held his closed hand out to Roland before opening his fingers gently. Sitting flat on his palm was a very intricate rose with sharp thorns made entirely of ice. "Much like a rose. So, why should I answer a question which you already know the answer too? Who else would spend the time and energy to make something so precious? Not Justin. He is too busy being a hero. Heroes are overrated."

"Yes, Roland Chambers, I made your ice forest. I enjoy it. It's relaxing." Kol gently took Roland's free hand and placed the rose in it. "Pretty things have thorns. Best be careful not to cut yourself." Kol turned back toward the door, "Oh. Rumor has it, you will be my shieldmate. I hope you can withstand the cold."

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