There was a quiet and relaxed atmosphere about the edge of the creek today, and the lack of campers around made it perfect for Maverick. The rest of camp were training somewhere, or in the sun. Here, the trees provided the shading and feeling that most didn't want on a summer's day, so they avoided the area completely. Expecting - and being right - this, Maverick had headed out of his cabin and to this spot before noon, which was really quite inspirational for him. The son of Zeus proceeded to sit on the pebbles beneath one of the larger trees, the water ended just a few feet away from his feet. He had not chosen to put much effort into his attire, as per usual, and was just wearing a pair of ripped black jeans and a band shirt, whilst his messy brown locks were pulled back in a bandanna. He needed his hair off his face right now, because all of his focus was about to go into the task at hand: working on his powers. Bringing up his hand close to his face, he closed his eyes fore a moment. His breathe slowed down, and his heart rate dripped with it. Just as Mav was focusing, he heard a twig snap to his left, and out of shock, he threw his hand out in the air in that direction, getting ready to fire the electricity from his palm. "Who's there?!" the seventeen year old demanded, his Australian accent bouncing off his surroundings.
The thick pines that surrounded the undergrowth gave off a dry, sharp tang of the summer seasons. Soft, barely moist grass covered the pale roots of the forest floor and crackled softly underfoot. Crystal was roaming the forest hoping for a monster encounter. The air was unusually cool around her. As she approached the sound of rushing water, however, she realised that there was else someone there as well.
Crystal stepped out of the trees, wanting to see who that was. Unexpectedly, her dark blue sneaker came down on a piece of brittle twig. It made a sharp crack, loud in the stillness of the afternoon. Immediately there was an alarmed call from the someone by the creek. Crystal winced, both at the noise and then at the other noise.
"Whoa cool." Crystal held up both her hands instinctively, though the gesture was rather ironic. Some demigods could do worse with their bare hands than with any sort of weapon. "Just me." She had felt the crackle in the air the moment the son of Zeus stood up. Crystal had never actually tested ice against electricity and she certainly did not want to start now. She hoped that her bright orange t-shirt would identify her as a camper.
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when a girl emerged, maverick relaxed a little, although he had already drawn all of the electricity to his hands in preparation. although it would only have been enough to shock someone at first, he still wasn't skilled enough to just send the power back into his body, so he had to fire it somewhere. aiming at the ground to the right of the girl, a foot away from her, he pushed all of the energy from his hand; a ball of static shot forward to that spot, causing a loud static and an ash circle on the earth where it's bedding had been fried. giving the girl a quick, scrutinizing glance, mav sat down once more in his pace. "you're lucky." he just said, pushing back one of the locks that had escaped his bandanna. "I couldn't fried the brains from your head, just me." the seventeen year old mocked, a small smirk appearing on his lips yet hidden from the girl as he turned to look back at the water. He wasn't a people-person; he enjoyed being mostly alone, or being with the few people that were like him.
As she was now able to put a face to the figure, Crystal felt a lot less hesitant. She actually did recognise the camper. A moment later, she felt a tingle of electricity pass through the air at the explosion, but didn't flinch. The dried grass was now a sooty, burnt circle of ash.
Crystal tilted her head slightly, but was largely undisturbed by his cool demeanour. Some campers would have aimed at her instead—yeah, already met that kind. Heck, she was probably more than just a little temperamental herself. Crystal gazed at that head of dark curls for another moment, then dismissed him as another insubstantial show-off. She wasn't feeling too crabby today, quite lazy in fact. Still, an obnoxious statement deserved an obnoxious statement, and Crystal couldn't help responding in kind.
"I'd like to have seen you try." Crystal's mellow tone held a tinge of amusement. She considered for a bit, then added, "Sparkle."
It was probably not the most non-antagonistic thing to say, but she couldn't help it. Besides, Crystal could deal with anything he might throw at her. Metaphorically and literally. He was older than her—so what? Older meant older. Older didn't mean better.
Yup. That was exactly how ardent her ego confidence was.
maverick's lips turned into a grim line when she gave him a nickname, making him flinch slightly. he didn't take well to banter between a stranger, and it took a long time for him to feel settled with a person. looking over at the girl, he could tell she was younger; he recognized her. a khione camper, perhaps? he thought that was correct, and he was sure that she had known that he was a son of zeus because there were very few and, if she hadn't already known, she knew now. but, he had to let himself smirk again, chucking somewhat and shaking his head as he looked away. "original." he mocked, having heard that nickname numerous amounts of times. bringing up both hands in front of his eyes, he let sparks from from one palm to the other, not looking at the girl even though it was obvious that she thought she could take him. he highly doubted it, considering he knew what he could do. "trust me, you wouldn't stand a chance, cocky girl." the sparks in his hands turned to calls of parks, and he started flicking small ones against the bark of the tree across from him, leaving small circles of singed wood where they had hit.
An amused smile played on her lips at the guys taut reaction. "Oh no," Crystal shook her head in mock disappointment at his comment. "It was supposed to be irritating."
She wasn't all too worried—though she probably should be. Crystal knew from the real deal that those who said less did worse. Those who said less were also smarter. The guy was still all talk. And sparkles. Then again, she had only met him for barely two minutes. All they could have done was talk. She talked too. Was there any point to this? Losing interest, the daughter of Khione turned to leave, remembering the real reason she came into the forest.
As Crystal re-entered the fringe of the trees where she broke the twig, something stopped her dead in her tracks. Ah look, Crystal, she told herself with dark amusement. You found what you were looking for after all.
Several yards away from her, readying itself for a pounce, crouched a huge black hellhound. What had amazed Crystal, however, was not the presence of the monster but the size of it. It was enormous. Instead of the average size of a large grizzly, it was as big as a hippo. The hellhound tracked her with dull, vicious red eyes and its dark matted fur seemed to leak shadow. After further evaluation, Crystal determined that few simple hits wouldn't take it down. In fact, she was surprised it could actually fit between all the trees. Damn.
"Hey Sparkle. This talk about chances?" Crystal called back casually to the son of Zeus to avoid alarming the hound, and keeping her oh crap, giant tone hidden. "Here's yours." She dropped to the ground as the hellhound leapt, inadvertently sailing over her and directly towards the creek.