Exploration || Alexander

Alexander jumped into the air as a spear seemed to have almost pierced his calf. Trainings like these are supposed to be quite harmless, and campers are not supposed to even aim to main or kill. But, Alex had decided to forego those rules for today, and had told the Ares campers to give him all they got. Stupid, if you ask anybody since the Ares campers were unmatched in their martial skills. But, anybody who's anybody would know that Alexander Duvolle, son of Zeus, will definitely give them a run for their money. Alex was one of the more senior campers, and one of the most experienced one as well. His skill in combat is tried and tested, even against the Ares campers. And so, he had nothing to fear, unless he miscalculated and lost his arm. But for now, he had everything under control.

Seeing that the three Ares campers were circling him like a prey, he knew that his best option was to use his powers. Using his Aerokinesis, he summoned a huge gust of wind in a circular motion, causing the three to be pushed back a little. Seeing their slight imbalance, Alex quickly ran towards the percieved weakest one, and started to attack him fully. The other two seemed reluctant in attacking him, since they could easily strike their brother if not aimed correctly. Alex used this to his advantage, and quickly knocked his first opponent out, before running towards the other two.

One, two, three. Three spear collided on the shield he had taken from the first Ares camper, before he slammed it on the face of his second opponent, successfully disorienting him. The third, now slightly angered by the loss of both his brothers to one single opponent, rushed towards him. Alex only smirked before taking a stance, ready to deflect any attack that would be sent towards him.

Left, right, left. Their swords clashed as Alex held the shield to his left. He might be good, but an enraged Ares camper was not an easy opponent. He quickly realized that if he dragged this too long, the other two might just come back and make his life harder. So, using his Eletrokinesis, he energized his sword so that the next clash would give his opponent a major electric shock. The Ares camper, as guessed, tried to take a swing, which Alex purposely blocked with his energized sword. The result was more hilarious than not. The camper flew back a few feet from the attack, and seemed to have suffered a concusion as well, from the crash.

Chuckling, Alex didn't notice the first opponent, although dazed, throwing a spear in his general location. The son of Zeus saw it too late, and relaized that it was off its mark, and heading towards a girl in a dress that seemed to be quite lost. Shouting out, he quickly ran towards the girl, before skidding to a stop in front of her, with his shield in place just in time to block the spear from skewering the girl in question.

Alex looked back at her after he felt the spear hit its mark, before asking, "Are you okay, miss? You know, you shouldn't be wandering around the arena when people are sparring, it could mean the death of you!" Alex finished with a chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood a little.

Alex could only nod with her questions, still quite shocked that he was being called 'my Lord' of all titles. Of course, honorifics are more than usually used by new campers when they meet his imposing figure. But that was usually Sir, or even sometimes Mister. In fact, there were some younger campers who he taught swordplay that called him master once. But he immediately squashed that out, telling them that if anyone deserved to be honored, it was their Olympian parents, and Chiron, the immortal teacher of the demigods. Alexander was merely a demigod. Yes, he might be a demigod of the king of the gods, but that meant nothing when he is honored only because of his father. It was one of the reasons why he worked so hard everyday to prove himself. He wanted to be more than just the son of Zeus, one of the big three kids. He wanted to make a name for himself. To be his own. He wanted to be known for his own actions, and he was not going to take anything that he had not earned himself. Pride, it was one of his more bad-sided habit.

Of course, the girl kept going, and he just kept listening, and nodding at her questions. She seemed to be quite excited, and so, Alex let her continue. It was quite rude to interrupt a person from their monologue, and it was certainly uncouth to do so in front of a lady. At her comment about her near death experience, he chuckled with her. Death was nothing to be afraid of, and escaping him was something akin to an achievement to demigods. They were always hunted, always the prey, and surviving another day was a blessing, especially with the children of the Olympian gods and goddesses.

He watched her walk away into the stands, sitting primly like a true lady. He smiled at her softly, opting to talk with her earnestly when he finished telling the Ares campers to pack up. He turned around at that point, before slowly helping the Ares campers up from their dazed positions. Clapping their back for support, he told each one of them a job well done, before sending them to the infirmary for some Ambrosia and Nectar for their wounds. He knew that these three would probably want a rematch soon, and more so, they would spread the word about their defeat and it would in turn spurn the whole Ares cabin against him once more. He was always in the ire of the Ares cabin, but he never minded. Their hot headedness only seemed to last a week at most, and then, they'd be up to spar with him once more.

Watching his sparring mates go, he quickly took off his sweaty shirt, before tossing it over his shoulder. He slowly trudged towards the benches next to the girl, before looking at her sideways and smiling. He noticed that he had not seen her before. And that was saying something since Alex mostly gets to meet new campers during the first few days of them arriving. So, she was either very new, or just very evasive of him. Holding out his hand for a shake, he started, "I believe we haven't the pleasure of meeting. My name is Alexander Duvolle, Alex, for short."

Alex watched her shake his hand, before bowing. It was an old custom, bowing, and is only known to Alex because he used to watch films about Kings and Queens, and how their servants always bowed to them whenever they meet in a corridor, or outside. It was a form of respect, or so the book he read about it told him. And Alex could only smile softly at her mannerisms. "Honorifics are reserved only for those who have earned them, in which case, your godly parent, or any other gods and goddesses that you ever encounter. As for me, I deserve no such thing, nor would I want one." Alex replied as he sat down on the bench, patting the space beside him for her to sit. 'My Lord' and My Lady' are only used for those who deserve the utmost respect, and Alex knew he was not one of them. Yes, he may be a son of one of the Big Three, Zeus in fact, but he definitely had not yet deserved the right for an honorific. He wouldn't mind one, of course, but having it does not mean deserving it. And he would be caught dead before he uses something he has not deserved at all.

"Eleanor, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Alex smile as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Her mannerisms remind him of the old court, therefore, she must be into it. And, it was only fair that he tried to understand her, and kissing the knuckles of a woman seemed to be just right in terms of his limited knowledge of medieval customs and traditions. Of course, medieval times always fascinated him, the idea of jousts, and knights was something that every child would dream of. Although the crusades were the most prominent of all in terms of Alex's imagination. Fighting side by side with brother's in arms against the enemy, it was one of the more fascinating history that Alex would not mind revisiting.

He smiled when she said it was her first day. A new camper was always one of the more exciting moments for Alex, since it meant an addition to the growing Camp Half-blood. "Don't worry about making a mistake, it's all about adjusting to the new way of life here at Camp." It was true though, everyone needed an adjustment period in terms of having to come into terms that they were children of a greek god or goddess, and that they were now constantly hunted by monsters. It was a huge change from being a normal child going into puberty, to being a halfblood with powers over certain elements, and Alex understood that. He smiled at her form before asking, "Tell me, Eleanor, do you already know who your godly parent is? I do not mean to pry, I am just quite curious." Alex finished with his signature grin.

Alexander smiled to himself when he saw a hint of blush on her face when he had kissed her hand. He always had the same reaction from the women when he did these small things. It was a small gesture, a very old but very gentlemanly gesture that men used to do. For Alexander, it was nothing. But for the women, it meant a great deal, especially since it made them feel much more appreciated, loved if he was so bold. A small token that seemed to be quite a deal maker or breaker for some. But of course, there are girls who seemed quite aghast with those small gestures, preferring to be more modern. But those girls had no class, at least in Alexander's opinion. And class is one of the more important things that Alexander seemed to search when he prospects for possible relationships. Class, and natural beauty, which the girl in front of him seemed to both possess. A charm that seemed to be the allure that pulled him in when he first saw her in the middle of the training field. He would never admit it, but he was more than curious about this girl. A sense of mystery seemed to shadow over her, a mystery that Alexander was quite eager to break down and solve.

"You say time as if you have an ulterior meaning?" Alex pointed out when he heard her tone. TIme is quite an obscure concept, but the way she said it makes it more intriguing. As if she was hinting to something more than the usual circumstances that most would talk about. And then, she said it. The Lotus Casino. A great place to sit back and relax, but a horrible place when you have to be somewhere at some specific time. He had heard whispers about the place, the trap that held countless of unsuspecting victims under its claws. The place's very nature is quite astounding, if not frightening. Time seemed to stop, or more specifically, slow down in the place. It made a person think he or she had stayed for only a few hours when outside, three days have already passed. It was a great place to escape the present in live in the future, but it seldom lets its victims leave without a proper fight. It is a beauty, and a curse.

Alex shook his head with understanding, "I do know of the place, sadly." If she was stuck there for quite awhile, who knows how old she was really. In fact, it might actually explain as to why she behaved unnaturally, much more than the most weird campers usually behave around the camp. It was as if she was from a different time. TIME! "If you don't mind me being so bold, what year did you get stuck in that place?" Alex would be guessing around the Medieval times, but it could be earlier or later for all he knew. He finally got the hint she gave, at least, he thought it was a hint. It would be quite fascinating indeed if she was from a different century altogether. Alex always wanted to learn more about the past, stories that he would want to learn first hand accounts of. And here was a person who could have been a witness to greatness!