smells like teen spirit; pesh

kim raziel swift daughter of hyperion

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Raziel had yet to know why she suddenly developed an interest in taking random forest strolls. Maybe it was because of how hostile most people had suddenly become towards her. The forest had less people wandering around, not to mention that it had a lot more monsters. Now those creatures were still hostile, but at least it wasn't against camp rules to maim and kill them. Which, by the way, had recently become one of Raz's new favorite hobbies. But when a poisoned stinger nearly cut her arm, Raziel decided to call it quits and come back another day - and by then, hopefully reduce to ashes whatever remained of the rest of the beast's friends. So, tired and wanting nothing more than a good nap, Raziel went back the way she came. And unfortunately, it involved taking a path lined with lofty trees. Raz hadn't thought too much about it at first. She had nothing against trees.

Perhaps it was the sudden shift in the air around her that made her stop. Or it could've been just her instincts kicking in. Nevertheless she did, fingers already reaching for her bracelet in case something inhuman decided to jump at her. For all she knew, some orphaned scorpion thing could be seeking revenge for its parents' deaths. But then, reaching for her weapon wasn't necessary, because she couldn't have shot in a short span of time a freaking water balloon aimed at her head. And by the time she realized it...

Splash!

...it was already too late.

So here was a frozen-in-shock sopping wet eighteen-year-old girl. Her slightly ripped and singed grey cardigan stuck to her skin like glue, her tights and boots feeling heavier than she ever recalled them being. Drops of water raced down her flushed cheeks as she raked the damp brown locks off her face. And when the winter breeze blew, she shivered uncontrollably because it was that. Damn. Cold.

If she weren't in a daze, Raziel could've blurted out the foulest curse word she knew. Still that didn't prevent her from letting loose a high-pitched shriek as icicles seemed to pierce her skin everywhere the wind and water touched that she very nearly sank to the snow-covered ground. It could've been that painful for any normal person - even if it was freaking January - but the demititan had an extremely low tolerance for low temperatures. For gods' sakes, she was a girl who played with fire. Wait. Fire.

In a fit of desperation, weak flames spouted from Raziel's trembling hands. Fire slowly licked at her open palms and she almost breathed out a sigh of relief at the sensation. However, good things could only come to an end, as further proven when the fire crackled weaker and weaker until what was only left was a trail of grey smoke lazily floating about the wintry air. Great, now she regretted using so much fire earlier on during her monster raid.

Even with the water and the cold impairing most of her thinking ability, Raziel still remembered that she had yet to discover just how she ended up in such a situation. After all, trees do not suddenly develop a habit of springing water balloons at unsuspecting persons. It was as if time had slowed down when she looked up, only to zero in on a boy perched on the branch a few feet above. Though he seemed to be too well-dressed for someone who had the audacity to climb trees and drop water balloons, there was no mistaking the boy with a mass of curly brown hair Raziel, unluckily for him, recognized all too well. Her eyes flashed dangerously and without wasting a second longer, she yelled as loud as her hoarse voice could allow it.

"X-Xavier Wintersssson, you f-freaking ass!"

Well, that could've sounded a lot better had she not been shivering like crazy for the past full minute.

Raziel's teeth were still chattering when she heard the boy's remarks in-between laughs (the nerve of him!). She eyed him warily as he tried to climb down. Personally, she wanted to set the tree on fire just to see how much he would like it, but it was such a shame that Xavier had, in a sense, put her fire out. Thankfully, the boy cut his hand in an effort to climb down, the sight giving her a small elation. Raziel allowed a small smirk to form on her quivering lips. That short moment of pleasure wasn't enough to completely satisfy her thirst for revenge though.

"I c-can help you get d-down all right." Her attempt at a sweet sing-song tone was passable, perhaps even more so if she would just stop shaking. She considered him thoughtfully. "T-that branch should t-take about half a m-minute to burn. Ever tried skydiving?"

As she spoke, she once again tried to will her hand to catch fire to emphasize her point. Still nothing. Not even a small flame. Raziel mentally cursed. It looked like she was blurting out empty words now, but Xavier didn't need to know that.