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Are you guys still here?

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Kyler did not really know what he is doing. He knew that some people would yammer on when they are anxious or under stress [Me], he is probably one of them.

But Killua seemed cool, he even managed to answer all his wierd questions, albeit in a way too vague manner.

The horse man seemed to want to say something else, Kyler will grill him later.

"No sir." Kyler did a mock, two-fingered salute, "wait a moment, one." He held up a finger to emphasize the number.

"Do I get an orientation to this camp, or am I too old for this and would be left to sort it out myself?"

There is another problem, actually. But for the sake of dramatic irony and logical (Kids of Athena liked logical, right?) order, and politeness (he could already imagine his mother asking him 'were you nice to your friends, Kyler, did you interrupt?' and beating him up if he said yes), he would blissfully try to ignore the fact that his legs were currently senseless and could not move [normal medical condition actually, some of his skeletal muscles melted].

If Greek gods exist, then they could probably do something about it... right?

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Tacust looks at Kyler, an indiscernible emotion crossing his face. Almost as if he was annoyed, amused, dissapointed and well... everything really at the same time. He sighed before answering: "You can choose not to accept your power, but you can not reject the gift." He said the word gift as if it were a disgusting thing. "We aren't on the internet because humans's eyes decieve them. They are not able to witness what we can witness. And no, I do not know if Darwin was a demigod." He looks at Chiron, who doesn't say anything. Tacust continues: "My name is Tacust, friends call me Tac. I am a son of Athena. And finally..." he sighs "No, we can't turn them into chicken nuggets because they diassapear once we kill them. Any more questions?" Tacust noticed that Kyler was trying his best to smile. Maybe he should do this more often, it might be a good way to have a large group of allies, which would definitely be useful. He'd have to be more delicate and considerate in the rest of this conversation, then he might get such an opportunity more often.

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Kyler blinked, Kyler didn't understand anything, Kyler decided to ask, since that guy who looked like Killua Zoldyck offered him a chance at questions that is probably out of courtesy than anything else, Kyler is going to take it.

"Just a couple." Kyler began listing them out, "one, can I just not accept this extra special gift? Two, how come you guys haven't been blown all over the internet yet? Three, does Darwin know about this? Four, who in the world are you? And five, can we make those chicken things into chicken nuggets, because that is some serious solution to world hunger if it is."

He tried to give his best 'good kid' smile he could muster, because to be honest, he didn't want to test out Killua and Horseman's aim after he saw what they did to those monsters.

Speaking of which, there was this feeling, telling him that what just occured was not a hallucination, but very much real.

As he looked, hopefully not nervously at the people, his hand strayed to his rosary hanging on his neck, clutching it, the silver edges digging into his fingers. From what his mother told him, the cross was a gift from his father, who was working in Canada at the time being, and was supposed to act as something like a luck charm. [The cross is an important object in Kyler's design, just saying ;)]

If his mother and uncle Zack decided that sending him here was the best thing to do, then he will trust them, even if his mother would beat his ass with a ruler and uncle Zack nearly hit him with a frisbee when he was five, they were the only family he had, and therefore deserves his trust.

As for his absentee father, Kyler would see when he gets there.

Now that he thought about it, uncle Zack did seem more...serious when they were on the bus, he kept looking at the sky, as if something was going to fly straight out of the clouds and hit him [haha, of course there is going to be >:)].

But now, the most urgent problem is getting to know his environment. So he remained silent, waiting for Tacust to answer.

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"Salutations" Tacust said with little emotion, he wanted this to end quickly while putting the new camper in his place. "Right now you are in camp half-blood, a place for demigods. Yes, you are a demigod, no we haven't made a mistake. You are the son of a Greek god or godess, you are not Jesus 2.0 or the son of Jupiter, or somthing along those lines." He pointed at Chiron "And yes, he is a centaur. Yes, those monsters you saw before you passed out are real. They are like a special extra gift along with your powers. Any questions?" He finished abruptly. Chiron looked like he was about to give himself the biggest facepalm since Zeus was born, but he managed to keep himself under control, mentally noting not to ever, under any circumstance, let Tacust handle something like this again.

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Kyler had a wierd dream.

He dreamed of the school's hockey match, except that the rink is tilted to one side, with his team's goal on the lower end. The cheerleaders all had chicken heads, and were holding feather pom-poms, and the audience were horses with human faces. As he tried to skate foreward, the rink tilted even so, until he was the only one in the arena, harsh lights blinding him, sliding uncontrollably backwards, down, down...until his head collided with the goal, and everything turned white.

"Sh*t!" Kyler screamed, sitting up suddenly and nearly headbutting the guy bending over him. His ears rang from the sudden movement and he very confusedly stared at the white blanket over his legs. He looked to the side, and met the eyes of two teenagers and a horse-man.

"Uh...hey." He tried. This dream is getting very bizzare.

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[Sorry I was a bit busy.]

After the archers finished off the last of the monsters Chiron rushed forward to check on Kyler. The healers followed while the rest stayed behind. They stood around Kyler while one of the healers checked his breath and pulse. "He's fine, he just passed out." The camper said. Then Chiron put Kyler on his back and told the camper to follow him he looked at the campers who were by now watching them curiously. Suddenly he said: "Tac, you also follow me." A look of surprise, then slight annoyance crossed Tacust's face, why would Chiron ask him to help, it doesn't make any sense. It's almost as if the writer of a story was doing something illogical just for the plot. Tacust hated when they did that. He sighed "Fine, I'll help" Then Chiron sets off to the place where they bring unconcious demigods, [forgot where that was] the healer and Tacust followed. The rest of the campers returned to their normal activities. When Tacust arrives he sees that Kyler was left to rest on a bed. He sits down and waits while the healer tends to Kyler's nonexistent wounds.

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He would never admit to anyone that his voice eventually raised to a pitch that is all too similar to the one of a cheerleader girl when a cool guy waves at her.

In short, high.

Now, if he has his hockey stick, then he might stand a chance against one of them, if he was lucky. But as he is standing (sitting) alone on a hill with hands emptier than his brain, he may just be better off if he rolled over and died.

What did he do to deserve this?

Not turning his eyes off the assailants, he quickly crossed himself.

There it is, that feeling again, where wind blows by one's ear-

Kyler jerked his head to the side just as an arrow flew out in between two snake women, breezing by his head. The feather bit [I know it's called a fletching] brushed his ear.

"Don't move!" A girl's voice shouted, and the athlete part of him listened, muscles lockig in place. A flurry of arrows flew from behind and caught most of the wierdos, which burst into...yellow dust?

Where is the blood?

He twisted back, sun getting in his eyes, just barely, he could make out a group of people at the top of the hill, armed with bows and arrows (cosplaying Hawkeye?) and a guy who is literally on top of a horse.

There's something sus about the guy with the horse, he could sense it.

But for now, his body seemed to decide to suddenly give up on him. Before Kyler could say a word, he pitched foreward and was no more.

At least my face is not far from the ground...

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As everyone fell quiet, Tacust looked at Chiron: he new exactly what he would do in such a situation and that was also what should be done in this situation. It was just the most optimal way. Though he'd wait for Chiron to give orders, in the meantime Tacust could contemplate why a demigod would show up without a satyr. It's quite weird he thought, how would a demigod coincedantily arrive at this place without outside interference? Or maybe he was sent here by somebody else. Yes, that must be it, Tacust hadn't been here for very long but that was the only logical explanation. Though lots of illogical things happened in this world of gods and demigods. When Tacust had finished his thought Chiron commanded: "Archers, healers and Athena cabin, follow me." Shouts of protest erupted from the Ares table, and in response the Athena table made mocking gestures. Except for Tacust, he actually had quite a good bond with the Ares cabin, good compared to the rest of the camp. Chiron asked Markhamia over the protests of the Ares table: "Could you lead us to the demigod?" "Certainly" she answered, and she hurried off, Chiron and the rest followed her to where she last saw Kyler.

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[I'll just name her Markhamia, she deserves the respect]

Markhamia heard the commotion before she saw it. As a dryad, she possesses the ability to sense supernatural energy sources, being one herself. It was a strange occurance, a demigod arriving at camp without a satyr, and she swore she felt some godly presence for a split-second-

Anyways.

She ran downhill, towards the dining pavilion, when she arrived, slightly panting, she went directly to Chiron.

"What is wrong, Markhamia?" Chiron asked as eyes fell on them.

"There is a demigod arriving at the borders." She said briskly, "he attracted about twelve Dracenae and Harpies. There is no satyr with him."

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[I think that children of the big three should be left out as they are a bit to chaotic.]

Tacust grabs a piece of bread and holds it while continuing to look to the sky. He takes a bite, though the food here seems quite bland it actually is quite rich in flavor. Which extends to most things at camp, it all seems quite bland until you actually try it. But whoever was in charge of organizing it didn't do a great job, sure it's functional, but everything is just a tad bit outdated. Like why would they constantly split up the houses like this? He barely new anybody outside of his own cabin! And it's not like they can just avoid other cabins because they have to litterally fight eachother. Tacust might have to talk to someone about restructuring Camp half-blood, though it will not be an easy task.

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[Just for clarification, Kyler is currently an unclaimed and oblivious demigod, so he could do a lot of stupid things, he had been in touch with the Greek Pantheon from his uncles (particularly Zephyrus) only.]

[Should Percy be present, or not?]

"This weather should be illegal." Kyler muttered, profanities running in circles in his mind yet refraining from exiting his mouth, "this entire darned situation should be illegal, God damn this all." Thank goodness his mom wasn't there, he wasn't ready to have his mouth washed with soap.

Oh, that was a nightmare.

All of a sudden there was a tingling, unpleasant sense at the back of his spine, like someone had blew into his ear, and he twisted just in time for a trident to graze his side.

"Holy sh*t!" He screamed in a voice that was an octave higher than he would have liked it to be, "miss, please don't do this, I am 17, not 18! I still want to be virgin!"

As he turned and sat on his behind on the side of the hill, he realized that there was a lot more monstrosities than he expected. Flying chicken women (would they actually taste like chicken?), snake women (he heard that snake tastes like chicken), six-armed humanoids (can they wear things like t-shirts?).

Unbeknownst to him, a dryad slipped away from the scene. [You can decide which tree it is :) ]

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Pffft, why does Annabeth always need to take capture the flag so seriously? She's been ranting on for the entire meal and she's showing no signs of quitting anytime soon. "Do you know a solution Tac?" Annabeth asked. She always asks me questions in that questionable tone, as if she could mean two completely different things. But it was certain that she was always annoyed, or at least acting like it. And she always asks me questions when I'm not paying attention, which is always. Normally I do pay attention to other's, but Annabeth has a habit of stating the obvious, at the Athena table. It is as if she thinks that we all are morons, which we aren't. "Just reposition the campers" I quickly answer, something generic is almost always correct. Annabeth squinted at me, or rolled her eyes. That's what I imagined at least. "That could work" she said, probably hoping that I would not have known the answer, just like she always does. She continued: "So if we use Tac's... strategy we can-" I looked up to the sky, it was clear, no rain and no wind. It seems that Zeus can be in a good mood after all.

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As a hockey jock back at his school, Kyler was used to being chased after.

What he was not used to, however, was the girls chasing after him having snakes as legs, while shouting in a wierd hissing voice that he'll "taste delicious."

Uhhh... no. Just no.

If it was any other situation, Kyler would have loudly questioned his choices, and asked God very nicely what he did wrong, but forgive him if he couldn't do that with stitches in his side.

He was also pretty sure that Catholicism does not have these monsters.

Also, from the burning in his legs, he is pretty certain that something had pulled.

His uncle Zack had told him that this was the place that was perfect for him, then just hopped into the nearest Uber and ran off like the wind. Looking at these snake women, Kyler didn't blame him.

All he had to do was to climb the hill.

He hated climbing hills.

And his mom just allowed his to do this? Normally she would have refused bluntly and forced him to study for whatever test.

As the hill grew steeper, he went onto his hands and started crawling.

It was a nice day, no wind, no clouds, and plenty of sunshine.

Kyler never hated the weather more.

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Name: Tacust

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: Snow-white hair, always seems to wearing a green uniform, light-blue eyes.

Nationality: From the USA

Godly Parent: Athena

Preferred Weapon: A sword that can shrink in size.

Other: -

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Name: Kyler Jensen

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronouns: He/him (because he is a metro hetro 'jerk')

Nationality: Danish, moved to California

Species: Demigod

Godly Parent: Boreas, the North Wind

Personality: You will see when we get there

Preferred Weapon: A very Nordic battleaxe

Other: He is actually Catholic, and still prays to God most of the time.

He is also a patriot, so do not insult Denmark in front of him.