After hubris comes a spark || Maddy

Adrian Lawley
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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Aug 28, 2014 15:45:47 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Aug 28, 2014 15:45:47 GMT -6

So naturally, the day had started out as it always tended to. Though today was a day for training, Adrian felt, as opposed to one of his girl-hunting days. The girl-hunting days were good though, especially when the girl was hot. Normally he'd pick out a random attractive demigod girl, work his magic and before long, the two would end up in bed together. It was a perfect arrangement and Adrian had enough experience to know exactly what to say and how to act. There were, of course, some girls that had been a long-going effort. Clara Elric, for one. Another cabin leader, an attractive one at that, but Adrian had never succeeded. Of course, there were a few others that downright refused him, but that didn't mean he'd give up. Nevertheless, that wasn't something Adrian had to worry about. Not today, anyway. Today was a day for training. Intense training. It was usually on days like this that upon arriving at the arena, Adrian would train until he was tired and go to eat dinner. He felt that by exhausting himself this way, it was training his body into getting stronger, which he thus felt, would soon allow him to shadowtravel without it being so tiring. Shadowtraveling was a great advantage in battle, as was necromancy, though they weren't powers he trained. It was his pure brute strength he tried to increase, the gracefulness and swiftness of his moves, the danger he posed to all those against him.

Before long, Adrian had arrived at the arena. He wore what he usually wore when he trained, which was actually smart attire. After all, he liked to look good as he trained. Today, however, he had skipped out on wearing armor. He didn't feel it necessary for everyday training, even against monsters. He was too good now, he didn't need something like armor. No monster could hurt him, and that thought alone always granted him a smug little smile upon his lips. He had picked up his two favorite swords, since he was a dual-wielder, and sheathed them as he made his way towards some younger demigods in the arena. Adrian was soon slashing the training dummy into pieces, or at least he was until he heard some of the younger demigods talking among themselves, at which point he stopped and turned to face them with a smirk on his face. 'We're never going to learn here!' They argued, 'it's not challenging enough! I wish there were some real monsters we can fight, this is so boring!' Some real monsters. Adrian knew where one would be. The weaker monsters usually found their way onto half blood hill, through the weakened border in that area. It was the perfect place to train and the son of Hades himself wanted to join in. "Ah, but there are." He said, his tone cold and dry. "If you want a real monster to fight, a real challenge worthy of true men, come with me." Though he was only referring to minor monsters, the ears of the younger demigods had perked up and they were soon following him closely. Despite the fact that they were talking about the son of Hades in hushed tones, talking about what they'd heard about him, it was clear they were eager to find out what he was talking about. They wanted to train and Adrian was giving them just that.

Upon their arrival at Half Blood Hill, Adrian moved closely to the tree that used to hold the Golden Fleece. "Around here," he said, "you just have to be patient. They find their way in sooner or later." He had smirked, leaving the demigods to wonder and continue their gossip as Adrian moved so he could get a better sight of the camp. Admittedly, it was a good view from here. A good place for alone time, usually. Though not today. With him, Adrian had perhaps three or four young demigods. A mix of weak looking ones and ones with potential. With this, though, he would show off his strength. Adrian would stand tall and proud, standing over the dust of the monster he had killed. He would have women swooning over him, and these demigods looking up to him. It was the best way to be, all he needed was a woman or two to witness his victory. Already his chest was puffed out, his hands on the handles of his swords, all Adrian felt was pure pride. It was fantastic. He chose this moment to turn back to the kids with that cold smirk still on his lips, "today your real training begins. Remember to think ahead of the monster. It may only be small this time, but it could be followed by something else and so on. Be prepared." Though his loud, clear words sounded sincere and caring, they really weren't. The younger demigods could die for all he cared. This was the only way they were going to sufficiently train, and they knew it. Anyway, it'd only be a small thing. It only ever tended to be. Adrian had been up here training a number of times and weak monsters always found their way through. This battle was going to be easy.
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OOC: If you want her to hear his voice, she could catch that last bit? xD Do it however you want though, I thought Adrian can acknowledge it in the next post, which is also when the monster will come into play. This is setting the scene. >: D My proud little stupid Adrian. :'D I hope the post is okay, anyway. xD
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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Aug 28, 2014 17:05:37 GMT -6

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Post by Madeline Chevalier on Aug 28, 2014 17:05:37 GMT -6

Madeline knows silence almost as well as she knows the colour of her own breath. It’s familiar to her like the back of her hand. She knows silence because she has studied silence for many years. To be more accurate she studied the lack of colour that came with silence. Madeline Chevalier has a Synesthesia of sound to colour. The littlest sounds, from the sound of crickets to the boom of thunder, all have a colour in her eyes. Even as she walked a detour along the crest of Half Blood Hill, she could see the mint green colour of the whisper of the summer wind through the trees and the rippling, pale pink of the sticks and leaves crunching under her shoes. Silence, Madeline learned quickly, was an unachievable thing. True silence was the absence of sound and in the world today there was no such thing as silence. Even in her attempts at capturing silence, each breath of air from her lips was a wisp of colour. As much as Madeline longed for silence it always escaped her grasp like an elusive, rare creature. When she came to camp, she thought maybe that could change? If Gods and monster were real, why couldn’t silence be achievable? But even Gods’ breath has colour. Perhaps that was the greatest disappointment to Madeline. She felt like a child who had just learned that Santa wasn’t real. A small part of her innocence that still believed in things like unicorns and heroes shattered, never to be truly whole ever again.

Still Madeline preferred the silence. In silence, there are no colours but shades. Shades of colours have been there and have echoed outwards slowly, like a reversed polaroid. She can see the distant voices of campers, see their voices drifting lazily between the trees. She resists the urge to childishly run her hands through the stream of pale gold and green that was Clara, snatch at the proud teal of Reid, spread her hands along the curious velvet of Hazel and seize the vibrancy of Adrian’s voice. Madeline had paused at the bottom of the Half Blood Hill, feeling like she was standing between two worlds. Losing herself in the colour of sound. Forgetting for a moment that it’s insane and wrong; that it isn’t real; that it’s sick; and let herself admire the beauty.

It took her several moments to realize that Adrian’s voice was stronger than the others, but that shouldn’t surprise her. His voice had always been very unique and eye-catching to Madeline. From the very moment she meet him she had been completely entranced by the man’s voice. Adrian’s voice curls like smoke, like a killing snake, sinuous and sensuous and all things distracting. It was looping and curling, like a coaxing finger, probably aimed at some poor soul to do his bidding. Madeline didn’t think Adrian would be so beautiful to listen to, to watch. Madeline didn’t think she would take a liking to a person like him. Madeline hadn’t been thinking a lot lately.

Tearing her eyes away from the faint expression of the robin-red of Adrian’s voice, Madeline looking curiously up at the hill where it originated from. She was too far away to properly hear what he was saying but the lure of the words still beckoned at her. Her hand curled around the hilt of the sword at her hip, a false comfort against the colours. Looking back towards camp she could see some demigods bustling around between the cabins and remembered that someone was waiting on her at that moment. She had promised to meet her boyfriend at her cabin to spend some time together that evening before the camp fire started. The two of them had made plans earlier during archery class, voices nothing but a whisper and secret smiles shared only between the two of them. The very idea of spending time with him lightened her thoughts and brought a covert sense of comfort to her. Yet even the concept of her boyfriend waiting for her did not stray Madeline’s feet from climbing up the hill. The tendrils of red crooned at her and were jumping up and down like the pulse of a heart monitor. She was slightly abashed to admit that she knew Adrian’s voice well enough to know that he was feeling pride. Not a feeling uncommon for him.

Madeline continued to mindlessly be lured by the sight of Adrian’s voice, so much that she almost missed his words. They took a moment to register in her mind before her leisurely stroll became a purposeful march. Cresting over the top of the hill, she was proud to admit that her pace only stuttered momentarily at the sight of Adrian before gracefully catching her footing once more. He certainly looking like a preening peacock standing with his hand on his swords and young demigods watching him admiringly. It made her want to frown and sigh in equal parts. Madeline did neither as she walked up to Adrian. “Be prepared indeed, Adrian.” She said as she stopped several paces away from him. Her voice was just barely audible above the winds but still carried weight behind them in a way that was unique to Madeline alone. She shifted her weight to the balls of her feet and tilted her head delicately to the side. Her body language practically screamed “Explain yourself” at the man.

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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Aug 29, 2014 8:41:20 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Aug 29, 2014 8:41:20 GMT -6

Admittedly, Adrian hadn't exactly heard the newcomer's words to a great detail, but he had heard the sound of a voice. A quiet, female voice. Without looking, Adrian felt himself smirk. He had thought of the presence of a woman and here one was, it was as though the fates wanted it to be. At that moment, the son of Hades looked properly at the girl and for a slight moment, his smirk faltered. It was Madeline Chevalier. A beautiful, beautiful girl. There was always something about her that Adrian felt drawn to, though to him he felt it was just her good looks. Of course, he had tried to take advantage of such beauty, targeting her years earlier as though she was any other girl but being turned down every time due to her having a boyfriend, this fact in itself always frustrating Adrian to the core. He liked to win, and dammit, he was going to. Though these efforts had reached a point by now that Adrian's had decided to adopt a different tactic. He wasn't going to deny that something drew him to her, and so he would just be his usually charming self. He would win sooner or later. "Maddy," he grinned, his voice adopting the same tone that usually accompanied his attempts at flirting.

The girl's body language said a lot. Adrian didn't even have to ask what she had said before, assuming it was her and not one of the younger demigods who waited anxiously for the appearance of a great monster which, realistically, was of no danger to them. Knowing by now she wanted to know what he was up to, or something along those lines, Adrian purely gestured to the younger demigods with a smirk on his lips. "We're waiting the arrival of a monster for training purposes." By then the smallest of pouts sat on his face as he looked beyond the border of camp, "to take advantage of the weakened borders, which would be done more frequently if other cabin leaders actually listened." Of course, his last word was said sourly, with disgust. It was clear it frustrated him that he usually couldn't get a word in edgeways at the cabin leader meetings, though his didn't make this frustration visible. Instead, he would cooly sit on one of the chairs at the table and watch the cabin leaders squabble like children over the apparently serious issues of Camp Half Blood, usually with a calm smirk and cold eyes.

By then, Adrian had turned once again to face the beautiful girl. "What are you doing here, anyway? Come to admire the beauty that is the victoriously powerful Adrian Lawley?" With that came a laugh, it was one of those rare laughs, however. Not the sarcastic, cold and malicious laughs that followed someone's attempt to confront Adrian's apparently horrible personality. This sounded somewhat similar, but contained a microscopic amount of humility and perhaps a little more genuineness. Perhaps it was because of Maddy, but Adrian soon snapped back onto his original train of thought and his gaze flickered beyond the borders and soon focused back on Maddy. He almost wanted to show something off, though for once, he didn't know what. Perhaps his pure good looks could win her over. Soon, the girl would be swooning over Adrian Lawley and the son of Hades would smugly give the boy that had confronted him outside the cabin the other day that deserved smack in that stupid little 'pretty' face of his. That would be sweet. "Of course, I wouldn't blame you." He smirked once again, almost as though it was permanently glued to his lips. "I mean, I am-"

Amazing, perfect, wonderful, attractive... Adrian could have said anything before he was interrupted by a fierce roar. Quickly, Adrian turned to face the monster, who had stopped in his steps, probably to decide which of the demigods he was going to snack on first. It was a manticore. Much bigger than Adrian had expected. Much more powerful, nothing like anything the demigods present would have faced before. It bore the face of a man, but a buff lion's body and a long tail which almost resembled that of a scorpion's. Admittedly, Adrian didn't know much about the monster they were facing. The younger demigods were already panicking but readying themselves for a fight, and Adrian himself was carefully examining the monster, trying to imagine what they might be up against. At that moment, he quickly looked at Maddy. "Have you got a weapon?" He asked quietly, trying not to suddenly push the monster into a provoked attack. Slowly, the son of Hades pulled out his swords. This was going to be easy.

Immediately, Adrian found himself regretting that thought as the manticore moved, almost as quickly as a bow shot from an arrow. Adrian rushed forward, already taking a swipe or two at the monster, successfully (this time) managing to dodge the attacks from the monster itself. It helped with the younger demigods also catching up, attacking the monster. "Be careful of the tail! If it's anything like a scorpion's, it's dangerous!" For once, Adrian's words echoed concern. This was going to be a challenge, he wanted everyone alive for it. They could die afterwards, but not right now. Especially not Maddy. She's not allowed to get hurt, was all he could think. She was beautiful. She could fight if need be, but he didn't want her hurt. There was just something about her. He didn't want to lose that which he had been drawn to. He hadn't finished trying.
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OOC: Omg, there you go. I hope this is okay. xD It's got the usual cocky Adrian in, and I've written it that he's tried with her before and failed and he's still trying but is clearly getting frustrated. xD If you want me to change anything, just ask. xD
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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Aug 29, 2014 15:25:04 GMT -6

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Post by Madeline Chevalier on Aug 29, 2014 15:25:04 GMT -6

Madeline watched Adrian’s face carefully as he turned to face her. She resolutely ignored the way her breath caught in her throat before letting out a shaky sigh. The two of them had known each other for several years now, despite Adrian’s seniority at camp and Madeline had plenty of time to get used to the hitching of her breath every time she saw him. It still didn’t make it any easier to regain her compose and return to the matter at hand. Her grip on the hilt of her sword loosened knowing that Adrian was (relatively) harmless. At least, he was harmless when it came to Madeline (or any other pretty girl, she thought bitterly). She saw the way his smirk faltered at the sight of her and squashed down the urge to fret over that fact. She would not over think things, especially when it came to Adrian. It was just bound to end with a headache or worse.

In an effort to distract herself, Madeline averted her eyes to the demigods surrounding the two of them. They were awfully young and far too inexperienced for being this close to the borders of the camp. At least, what used to be the borders of the camp. Now that the Golden Fleece had been stolen, was there such a thing as borders anymore? All technicalities aside, this was no place for inexperienced demigods to be. Madeline didn’t have much worry for Adrian, knowing how capable he was in the arena. She was acutely aware of this fact because of the multiple times she had seen him training in the arena and catch her eye (which was more often than she would like to admit). Madeline herself was nothing to scoff at either. Her sword playing skills were a source of pride and she commonly was one of the instructors for swordplay when training the younger generation of demigods. She liked to combine a fencing style with the usual hack-and-slash style that most demigods preferred. It was something unique to her and those that she has taught, and was more for the fleet footed fighter than the common brawler. Even with Adrian’s skills combined with Madeline’s (and oh that thought sounded so tempting. A sword fight against Adrian suddenly sounded so tempting it had her reaching for her sword before her brain caught up with her hands) still was risky.

She scanned the tree line with her eyes but Adrian saying her name instantly hooked her attention once more. Madeline turned her head back to Adrian just in time to watch sight of his voice. The red tendrils deepened around the edges to an almost velvety purple in colour and calmed to a more wave-like motion. Madeline knew this tone because of how often it escaped his mouth when talking to his numerous bed-warmers (as Madeline secretly dubbed them). The same tone had also been used on her on several occasions which was usually the very moment that she had to forcefully remind herself that she had a boyfriend and no, she could not go gallivanting off into the sunset with Adrian. Gritting her teeth, Madeline narrowed her eyes at him and decisively stared him down. Still as a statue, the daughter of Poseidon did not so much as twitch in reaction to the handsome grin that illuminated the man’s face. As long as she kept her thoughts on her boyfriend, she would be able to pull off her usual seamless composure.

A thrill of danger shot down her spine at Adrian’s words. She glanced over her shoulder automatically half expecting his words to suddenly summon a monster. Thankfully, no such monster made an appearance but that did nothing to settle the nerves springing to life in her stomach. Her lips thinned unhappily at Adrian’s words but didn’t point out the quite obvious flaws in his plan. The last thing she wanted to do was spend her evening lecturing him with words that would obviously go through one ear and out the other. Some boys just cannot be reasoned with. Still, Madeline planted her feet a little more firmly on the ground and made a point of resting her hand back on the sword by her side. There was no way she was leaving now. Her boyfriend would understand. Saving Adrian from his own invertible bad luck sounded like a good excuse in her mind. It had nothing to do with the way spite made bright shades of red shin through his words. It looked like an elaborate firework display matching with the clear contempt in his voice. The display was oddly entrancing and it took several seconds for Madeline to get her wits about her to reply to him. “If that is the case,” Madeline said. “I hope you would not mind if I invite myself to your inadvertent training session? In such troubled times, even demigods as proficient as us could use the additional practice.” She was fairly certain he wouldn’t say no. More out of an opportunity to show off than actual desire to have her help training the other demigods.

Curling her fingers into the worn fabric of her Camp Half Blood shirt, Madeline shifted her weight on her feet and had half a mind to turn to the younger demigods and leave the conversation with Adrian at that. But she could not even recall the last time the two of them had a decent conversation without the weight of her boyfriend’s gaze on the back of her neck. It was refreshing in a way Madeline knew it should not be. Still, her eyes flickered to the young demigods in a half-hearted effort to direct their attention onto them. It didn’t even last a full five seconds before her eyes were drawn back to Adrian. Madeline shook her head in answer to his question and didn’t even offer up a reason to her presence. What could she say? Oh, I just followed the trail of your stunning voice because I am ridiculously attracted to it that it is worse than any siren song?

Her option on Adrian’s voice was quickly smashed into little pieces at the sound of his laugh. Because dear Gods, that is just unfair. Adrian’s laugh was like Adonis put into sound (Adonis, Adrian? Coincidence? I think not.). The red lightened into a vibrant, indescribable colour and bleed through the air like water colour paint on a blank canvas because that was the effect that Adrian had on everything. He could turn the whole world into his own personal playground and paint the town red with only his voice. Even a person without Synthesia could see that. Instead of gaping there like a love-struck loon, Madeline returned his playful comment with a barely-there smile and ducked her head in an effort to hide it. She watched him continue on his little speech about his own general greatness through a curtain of her hair and just knew her mother would be scolding her something fierce if she could see her right now.

The sight of Adrian’s voice was abruptly interrupted by an earth shattering roar from the forest. And when she said ‘earth shattering’ she meant it. The sound rippled through the air, distorting and over powering all other sound with its cruel orange in colour. Madeline had dawn her sword before the sound had ended and turned sharply on her heels to face the monster. She had never seen such a monster before in her life but she could guess how dangerous it was. Madeline nodded her head at Adrian and called for the younger demigods to put some space between them in the monster. She purposefully put herself between the monster and the closest cluster of young demigods and unflinchingly stared down the monster.

She rushed forwards with Adrian, flawlessly sliding around the son of Hades with her own sword and getting a few hits in on the monster. Madeline ducked under the tail and swiftly tackled another demigod out of the way of the swinging limb. Glancing over at Adrian a few feet away from her, she moved off of the younger demigod and positioned herself closer to him. “I can unbalance it. Brace yourself.” Madeline said to him before using her powers to cause an enclosed earthquake that shifted the ground under the monster’s feet.

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Other;; Nah, your's is perfect. I ended it kind of suddenly because I have to go right now, and I'll leave it up to you what effect Maddy's little earthquake has on the monster. Also, this is like 93% Maddy mooning over Adrian.

Last Edit: Aug 29, 2014 15:27:12 GMT -6 by Madeline Chevalier

Adrian Lawley
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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Aug 30, 2014 15:45:10 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Aug 30, 2014 15:45:10 GMT -6

Madeline Chevalier was a beautiful fighter. Adrian almost wanted to stand aside and watch her as she practically fought as though she knew the enemy as well as the back of her hand. The daughter of Poseidon rushed into the battle just as he did, every move she made was flawless and perfect and she even managed to get a hit on the monster more than once. The girl was so swift in her movement, for a moment, Adrian almost felt as though he had found a worthy opponent for a spar. By the gods that would be one hot mess of a fight. Just the thought of it excited him, perhaps a little too much. Though Adrian couldn't worry about it just yet. As hot as it sounded, he couldn't do anything about it. Not right now. The risk of either one of them getting hurt, though the son of Hades refused that it could possibly be him, was too high. That happy little fantasy of Adrian's had no place in this current situation, especially when it could likely never come true as a result of this battle.

The son of Hades remained consistent with his battle tactics, fighting and dodging, striking and sweeping. The manticore was quick but collectively, the demigods were quickly. Though in actual fact, it seemed as though the most attractive two there were the ones doing most of the work. Before long, Maddy even positioned herself closer to the male and warned him that she was going to use her powers, or at least that's what he read from it. He smirked and took the moment to brace himself as the ground beneath their feet shifted. He felt himself laughing as it happened, perhaps he was enjoying this too much. "Perfect!" Laughing once again, Adrian had kept himself steady until he knew it was the right time to move. "My turn." Suddenly his words were as dark and cold as that last hour before dawn on a winter's night. The manticore was proving itself tough to beat, and if one of the children of the big three were going to show off their powers, so was Adrian. No better time to use it, right? And in that moment, Adrian called on the undead, though really, he called on only a few. They arrived quickly, almost out of nowhere. Skeleton warriors with no fear, a handful of them, launched themselves at the manticore. Of course, Adrian didn't want them to take all the credit, but it was fun summoning warriors when he needed to.

Along with the aid of his ever so miniature undead army, Adrian threw himself once again at the manticore. The battle was becoming so enjoyable, despite its taking a while. It was the perfect team against it. The most attractive, and strongest, two in camp, accompanied by the power of causing earthquakes and a handful of undead soldiers who could be dismissed at any moment so that Adrian himself could take all the glory. As was intended. Not that his ego needed boosting any more, it already exceeded any possible limitations and was itself immeasurable. The son of Hades once again assumed the routine he had earlier adopted, keeping his movements swift and graceful. An unusual fighting style for a character like Adrian but nonetheless effective. It meant he was quick, he was agile and those opposing him often didn't see him coming. The perfect battle tactic. Though bringing a beautiful girl who knew her way around a weapon was certainly an advantage. They were going to win this, it wasn't going to be long now.

The monster itself started to weaken, though its increasing frustration became clear. It was hungry for victory and this was something so visible in the creatures eyes, after all, Adrian himself often experienced the feeling. Though he was more prone to victory. Winning was something that came natural to him, and everyone knew this. It was difficult not to know. After a while, the manticore had, however, taken out the undead soldiers who constantly put themselves in front of the giant paws of the monster. It was just Adrian, Maddy and the same handful of younger demigods attempting to take out the beast. And it seemed to be going so well, until everything suddenly seemed to increase in speed, feeling only as a flash to the son of Hades.

If there was one thing Adrian didn't want in this moment, other than losing, it was harm coming to Maddy. When he turned to look at her, a smirk still upon his lips, he could feel himself worrying. With the manticore's increasing frustration, its own speed accelerated even more quickly. It took out one of the younger demigods who dared to get too close, knocking the child out with only a hit, and another was hit by a spike shooting from the monster's tail, causing the child to black out, though it was clearly deciding to go after the others before feasting on its prey. The male could see the beast on Maddy's tail, and though she seemed perfectly swift and capable by herself, Adrian caught sight of the tail once again readying itself for another shot and it was then that he decided to strike. "Maddy, be careful!" He warned, caring only about her safety in this moment, before rushing forward, slashing his blades in a perfectly cooperative motion so as to cause the beast to stumble which would give the others the perfect opportunity to strike. And this happened exactly as Adrian planned it, though with one unwanted extra. Adrian had gotten himself between the tail and the girl and though he had successfully given them all some time as the beast stumbled a little from the mere force of his angered strike, he had found himself with the sting of the scorpion tail comfortably injected into his stomach before violently pulling itself out, causing a splatter of demigod blood.

At first, Adrian didn't know what to do. Adrenaline had prevented him from feeling a violent surge of pain just yet, though it was soon to come. He fell to his knees, his hand on his wound and his weapons having fallen on the floor before him. He was in disbelief. He couldn't be hurt. Not Adrian Lawley, he was much too powerful, much too swift and strong for such a mistake. Soon, his gaze fell on Maddy and as he could feel his pain becoming much more intense, he knew it had been worth it. Better him than her. She couldn't be hurt, not at all. He wouldn't allow it. Though, in that very moment, as the pain reached its maximum capacity, he knew he had fallen for her. The belief that his pain was worth her safety said it all, and he merely thought bitterly, 'love is a weakness, Adrian... this has just proved it. You've killed yourself for love.' Was it love? Was she the one? Perhaps the son of Apollo had cursed him, perhaps he was never going to get the girl. If she was the one, then maybe this was it. He was going to die before any chance he had at pursuing her further. She was his, but not for much longer. Though the thought of someone else touching her after he was gone just angered him and added to the searing pain.

The son of Hades was no longer watching the progress of the battle. He had attempted to stand, to help, but had fallen over properly in any attempt of doing so. His pain was quickly accompanied with screams of pain. This was worse than anything he had ever felt before, it was almost as though it was a pain much much worse than death itself. The idea of death seemed blissful in comparison, it seemed like a release. Despite all this, he wasn't sure what to feel. He didn't want to die, but he didn't want this pain. He stopped himself from screaming in agony, but it didn't mean he couldn't feel it anymore. It was clear the struggle was obvious. "Maddy..." was all he could mutter, his pain still obvious in his words. "If I die..." If he did. It seemed as though this pain was going on forever. He wasn't even sure she could hear him, she may still be battling the monster and the thought pained him even more than the actual agony he was in. He couldn't fight along side her. "Say we were victorious..." The ghost of a smirk remained on his lips. "And that I've gone... to the Underworld for a while... to stay with my father."
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OOC: I don't know if I could do this scene, but I wasn't sure what else to do. xD You can say Maddy defeated the monster on her own after that. >: D Anyway, there's that. If you want me to change it, feel free. But I finally got him to fall for her. And now it begins. Mwa ha haaa! I hope this is an alright post, anyway. xD It ended up super long too. l: Adrian also thinks he's going to die, and ngl, that was fun to write. xD He doesn't doubt that Maddy could have done it herself, and you know what, maybe that tail wasn't heading anywhere near her, but it's fun to write it that way anyway. Make her victorious. >: D Also, it won't kill him. xD The poison from the tail just causes intense pain, plus Adrian is a bit of a drama queen.
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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Aug 31, 2014 11:02:59 GMT -6

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Post by Madeline Chevalier on Aug 31, 2014 11:02:59 GMT -6

To most children of Poseidon, the water was the most common source of their powers. Hydrokinesis came easily to children of Poseidon almost to the point where water seemed like an eager puppy to obey a child of Poseidon. It was a very easy to work with element, all things consider and to a child of Poseidon, was the greatest asset ever available to them. Put a child of Poseidon in an arena death-math and the only weapon they would ever ask for was a bottle of water. Even a teaspoon of water would mean an ultimate victory in the hands of Poseidon demigod. Water was more of a lifeblood than actual blood itself. It ran through their veins like a raging stampede of a thousand horses and was theirs only to control. The seas belonged solely to Poseidon and his children and it only made sense that they would feel strongest at sea. This was not exactly the case for Madeline Chevalier. Unlike most of her siblings, and her siblings before her Hydrokinesis was not the first power that came to her. Unlike most of her siblings, Madeline was much stronger suited for her father’s title of ‘Earth-Shaker’. At a young age when she was just growing into her powers, Madeline did not feel the pull of water but instead grew to know the song of earth first. Earthquakes were a common occurrence at the Chvalier household and baffled the entire area when it was proven with a Rickter-scale that the earthquakes were isolated only to the lands near and around their household. It was considered a local mystery to everyone but Madeline because she knew exactly what she was doing. She could feel the ancient tectonic plates deep beneath the earth rumble and fight against each other in a constant battle of wills because, she soon found out, earth was an element of wills and stubbornness. Young Madeline could feel the constant fight happening right under her feet thousands of kilometers under the Earth’s crust and was quickly taken by the element. The call of water looked like morning bird song in comparison to the wailing and shrieking of earth. Madeline turned out to be a rare breed of Poseidon demigod who had an affinity with Geokinesis rather than Hydrokinesis.

Upon her arrival at camp, she was slightly confused by the amount of pressure other demigods put on her water powers. Because Poseidon was the God of the Seas, right? Madeline had to remind them constantly that he went by many titles, not just master of the seas. Eventually she made her point when she caused a major earthquake that nearly split Half Blood Hill in half. She meekly fixed her mistake afterwards, but she did get her point across. It wasn’t until one of her older siblings offer to teach her that she began training her Hydrokinesis powers. Still the earth continued to move her more than the pull of the sea and she kept faithful to her roots. To this day her go-to power was still Geokinesis and she habitually reached for the earth before she sought for water. Madeline wondered sometimes if this made her really different from her other siblings. What child of Poseidon would chose earth over water? It made her stick out like a sore thumb in her cabin and if there was one thing Madeline tried to avoid, it was standing out. If she stood out people might start asking questions and start getting closer to the truth. The truth of her Chromesthesia.

Which was why when her first instinct was to grip at the earth beneath her feet and shift it until the manticore and most of the demigods were stumbling at the force of it instead of reaching for water. The earth responded beautifully as it always did when she called on it. It grumbled reluctantly as if it were a child unwilling to get out of bed and face the morning before hearing the urgency in Madeline’s call and surged forward without hesitation. She did not reach down to the tectonic plates but instead just focused on the first layers of earth, a much safer and easier option when in a pinch. She made sure to over reach her powers to make the earth shake further back in camp as a message to the other demigods of the danger. Hopefully someone picked up on the message and sent for backup.

Her hold on the earth jerked momentarily at the sound of Adrian’s laugh catching her attention and the earth lapsed at her loss in attention. Thankfully Adrian jumped in by calling up a squadron of undead to throw them at the manticore. Madeline stepped backwards and gradually stopped the shaking of the earth until it turned into a quiet purr under her feet. She was barely winded by the fight and still had the breath to join in with Adrian’s laughter because despite the circumstances, this was ridiculously fun. She watched as Adrian threw himself back into the battle and the smile quickly dropped from her face as she focused once more. She took a moment to look over at the younger demigods but they were doing surprisingly well so far. Nodding to herself, she followed Adrian back into the battle.

This time Madeline went around the opposite way Adrian did to where several of his skeletal soldiers were hacking mindlessly at the manticore. She brazenly used them as cannon fodder and encouraged the other demigods to use them as shields against the monster’s claws and tail. Madeline herself beheaded one of the skeletons with her sword as she stabbed into the monster’s side but her sword was met with one of the rib bones. It was still enough to catch the monsters attention as it roared and snapped at her with its teeth. Madeline took cover behind one of Adrian’s undead monsters and swung her sword across the monster’s face. It snarled and stumbled away from her strike and lashed out blindly with its claws. Madeline twirled away from the strikes with a ballerina’s grace and put some space between her and the monster. She found herself back with Adrian and automatically looked him over for injuries. Seeing that he had none, she simply traded smirks with him before throwing herself back into the fray.

But the pace of the battle had suddenly shifted in the manticore’s favour and Madeline found herself dodging more hits than delivering them. A spike of apprehension that had been sitting in the base of her chest turned into full out dread at the shift. This was definitely above and beyond anything the younger demigods could handle. The monumental situation hit her rather violently in the face and caused her heart to missed beat. They were two senior demigods with a handful of young demigods going up against a high tier monster so close to camp. If they failed to stop the monster at the borders, it would undoubtedly march on camp and the list of casualties and damage would be insurmountable to imagine. Determination like nothing she has ever felt before rose within Madeline’s chest and the entire tectonic plate under camp moved with her as she took a step forward. Before she could so much as move another muscle, the manticore had knocked away one of the younger demigods like he was just some bothersome fly and then stuck a stinger into the leg of another one. Without letting herself think about it, she lunged forward towards the two fallen demigods after ducking under the manticore’s underbelly. She grabbed the two demigods by the shirt and pulled them some ways away from the fight and pressed both of her hands deeply into the ground. Muttering under her breath in French, she focused all of her power on drawing the water from the ground, pulling it from the earth and from the very roots of the surrounding plant life until she had at least a gallon of it. She pressed the water against the wound on the knocked out demigod’s head and with the other hand she pulled the stinger out of the other demigod’s leg. Ignoring the painful yell, she quickly transferred half of the water onto the other wound and began the healing process. If she concentrated she could almost feel every cell in the wound and used the water to encourage the platelets to start stitching themselves together and the white blood to chase down the manticore’s poison and cleanse it. Stupidly, she was so focused on her patients that she didn’t see the manticore turn its attention onto her until she heard Adrian’s shout. She looked over to see the tail raised threatening in her direction and quelled her first instinct to dive out of the way. She couldn’t leave the demigods’ open to another attack that they might not survive. All she could do was close her eyes and brace for the pain.

After several second of nothing, she warily opened her eyes once more only to be met with the sight of something right out of one of her nightmares. Adrian was standing between her and the manticore with its stinger embedded deeply into his torso. A strangled sound escaped her lips as she turned towards Adrian with a horrified express on her face. It just didn’t make sense. Why had he jumped in the way? Selfish, manipulative, tricky Adrian had just altruistically taken a bullet for her. It was so out of character it momentarily stunned her. Never in her dreams (and let’s admit it, she had had a lot of dreams about Adrian) would she have ever thought Adrian would save her life. As bad as the situation was, she couldn’t help but have a moment of epiphany. Watching on as the swords feel from his hands and his knees collided with the ground, Madeline suddenly realized that she didn’t want Adrian to leave her life. All possibilities of growing up with him, romantically or not, flashed before her eyes. He would never get to experience things like marriage, children, graduation, freedom, and love. She wanted to learn his middle name, his opinion on the socio-enomic effect of demigods in mortal society, his views on the likelihood of other mythologies existing, his favourite flavour of ice cream. If he died here, because of her, she would never learn any of this.

That very thought broke her out of her momentary trance and her eyes fell onto the smug looking manticore as it ripped its stinger out of Adrian’s torso. Rage filled her like she had never felt. Powered by her rage, she reached deep in the cataclysm that made up her powers and wrenched upwards. The earth responded first as it always did. A great chasm opened up underneath the manticore, splitting the whole hill in half. It was not wide enough for the monster to fall into but that was not her goal. All the underground water from a six kilometer radio suddenly rushed to her aid and a big spout of water erupted from the chasm, right under the manticore. The large monster roared in confusion as the water surged around it with angry intent and suddenly the roar was cut off. Madeline focused hard as the water forced itself into the maw of the monster, down its trachea and filled its lungs. The manticore retched and spluttered, trying to regain some oxygen into its lungs but the water was relentless. It continued to fill ever alveoli to the brim with water. The earth beneath all of camp Half Blood rumbled in tune with Madeline’s satisfaction as the monster slowly drowned to death. It was several agonizing seconds of torture for the manticore before it burst into gold dust. But Madeline was no longer paying it any attention. She had fallen to her knees next to Adrian, her shorts splattered unpleasantly with his blood. Her hands shook as his pained yell made his voice pulse and twist along with his suffering. In fact, her entire body was shaking as she stared disbelievingly into his eyes. A twisted, shaky laugh escaped her lips as she gripped one of Adrian’s slack hands with her own and brushed the clammy skin of his face with her other hand. “Shut up you pompous ass.” Madeline said, forcing a smile on to her lips as the water that had been drowning the manticore gravitated towards her. It slid over Adrian’s skin and congealed on his wound and began to slowly heal it. “You will not join your father in his dining halls as long as I have a say in it.”

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Notes;; WHY DO YOU KEEP TRYING TO BEAT MY WORD COUNT?! HUH?! WELL BEAT THIS BEE! Such a long post. I got so carried away in the beggining its not even funny. Omg my fingers hurt. Never writing this much again. Ugh. Awww yeah. The ship has finally sailed. Maddy didn't outright admit that she is in love with Adrian, but she admitted that she doesn't want to live without him. So that must be a good start, right? xD Once again, if you want me to change anything just say the word. I just wrote so much I don't even know if some parts make any sense. I'll try to read it over but I'll probably miss something. Also, DramaQueen!Adrian is the best Adrian.

Last Edit: Aug 31, 2014 11:23:57 GMT -6 by Madeline Chevalier

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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Aug 31, 2014 18:06:47 GMT -6 Clara Elric and Madeline Chevalier like this

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Aug 31, 2014 18:06:47 GMT -6

It seemed almost like a dream. Or a nightmare, more like. A nightmare with an angel present. The son of Hades had his hand in hers, and with what strength he had, he squeezed it just gently. Though his strength by now was minute and in reality, he feared death. It was true that his father was the god of death, and that Adrian would probably be able to "live" in peace in the underworld, but that wasn't what he wanted. There was so much potential here. So many people to use, things to kill, girls to... well, the desire of using girls for pleasure had now decreased dramatically. Perhaps it still existed and from time to time, he would take advantage of having a girl in his bed. Similar to a king and a mistress. But here was his queen. She who would be at his side. The angel, pure as white, present in his dark, hellish nightmare. For a moment, he was happy. And though the son of Hades continued to feel such intense pain, just the thought of that angel lessened the pain just a little. It was a start. Be mine, he wanted to say to the angel. Leave everyone behind, be mine. Adrian himself was all that mattered, that and that fact that she was beside him.

Adrian laughed weakly at her words, coughing after having done so. He looked up at her face as she concentrated on healing him, and he soon smiled, his smile just as weak as his laugh had been. It seemed almost too human of Adrian Lawley, to laugh and smile in such a way. Was this love or the fact he still felt he was dying? "Madeline Chevalier..." He had started, his tone breaking a little though not because of need for tears. It was weakness and Adrian felt it. He hated it. He loathed being this weak and useless, being so close to death. The mere idea of it undermined Adrian's desire for power and for glory. It made him feel weak! Though now, he was just staring up at her beautiful face, repeating her name in his mind as he had spoken it aloud. "You... are beautiful. Like an angel..." He was at that point of pain now when he just couldn't control what he was saying, his thoughts were being said out loud and what he had meant to say, such as the words 'thank you for healing me' stayed in his mind. The son of Hades closed his eyes. He could feel the pain decreasing ever so gradually, but he still felt a little out of it. On top of that, he wanted to say how beautiful a fighter she was, how beautiful her voice was and so on. But he felt weak in doing it, even more so than he did in general at this moment in time. Adrian felt angry with himself for feeling what he thought was love, for feeling such weakness. He now had one. If he was going to live, he was going to have to make sure Maddy was safe. What was even happening to him? This was just... wrong.

Truth be told, the son of Hades could feel himself getting better. The pain was reducing. Her healing was working. Perhaps she wasn't so much a weakness, but... an advantage. Not that he liked to think of her in such a way. Honestly, he didn't know what to think. Madeline was special, she was different. He wanted to protect her, but he didn't want a weakness. He wanted her to be his, but she had a boyfriend and he had learned long before that as much as he may try, she was always going to turn him down and this in itself frustrated him. Perhaps it was all just futile. Perhaps it was all the imagination of an injured demigod who had previously felt so much pain that it would most likely have been plausible for him to start having illusions of a sort. Though there was no ruling out that he was experiencing one now. That Madeline had just laughed at his pain and left to tell camp of the glorious news. After all, who wouldn't want Adrian Lawley dead? Not that the thought deterred him. Adrian knew Maddy wasn't the type to do that, she was too kind. She would heal those with even the darkest of hearts, in case they had potential for goodness. Was that what he had? The darkest of hearts? Was a heart so dark even capable of love? Of course it is, he thought, no one likes you and here you are, your thoughts containing nothing but the girl who is saving your life.

When the male felt a little more strength, he squeezed her hand once more and smirked a little. "You're too kind, you know." Not that he didn't like it. She was pure to him, untainted by darkness and that was attractive to him, strangely enough. Perhaps like the attraction of ying and yang. He wanted to lean up right now and press his lips against hers and once again, the same dialogue ran through his mind. Be mine, he would say, be mine forever. She was beautiful enough, both in appearance and in personality. She was the perfect being. Well, so was he, but that was besides the point. She would be his. He would make it so. He just needed time and soon that pathetic little boyfriend of hers would be out of the picture, nothing to worry about for any longer and she would be his for the taking. That single thought made him feel smug. "You realize..." he started, thinking then of the numerous people in camp who would gladly have wanted him dead, "that the majority of camp won't approve of what you just did. A number of people want me dead, and you saved my life." He was grateful. Adrian hadn't wanted to die and she had obeyed his wishes, she had made it so he didn't have to pay the ferryman. "You may not be popular for that." And with that, he frowned just a little, but it didn't bother him too much. This girl had saved his life, though these people didn't know he was close to death in the first place. Social standing, in anything but physical power, didn't matter to Adrian anyway and frankly, he felt it shouldn't matter for Maddy either. There were much more important things to deal with. Like him, for instance. And that was what she was going to get sooner or later. The thought of which caused a pleasant little smile to sit upon the lips of Adrian Lawley as he felt content with his train of thoughts.
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OOC: Half the length of yours but ah well, I didn't know what to do after he'd healed so I brought it up to then. xD I hope it's okay, this is mostly about his thinking about her and so on. He liiikes her. ;DDD
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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Aug 31, 2014 19:50:27 GMT -6

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Post by Madeline Chevalier on Aug 31, 2014 19:50:27 GMT -6

The feeling of blood slowly staining her shorts was in the back of her mind as Clara concentrated on Adrian. The hand she had placed on his face moved downwards, brushing against his lips before moving down to his wound and applying pressure. Within seconds her hand was covered in an odd mixture of his blood and her healing water. The diluted blood mixed with the water to create a pink swirling effect that under other circumstances would be rather lovely and remind her of the sound of a chainsaw. Her water surged over her hand in more volume, careful not to overwhelm Adrian’s body cells and accidently create a hydrophilic conditions. Madeline had to focus to keep the water healing a steady rate to repair the cells without overwhelming them. Truthfully, she had never healed such a large wound before in her life. Sure she had gotten some injures herself and patched them up with her water but a wound of this magnitude was completely new to her and would require more attention from a child of Apollo. At the thought of another person touching Adrian right now while he was injured and vulnerable made a vicious protective streak rear its ugly head in her chest. It reminded her of the snakes that she commonly associated with Adrian’s voice. Twisting and coiling around her heart and squeezing it mercilessly until it almost physically hurt. Shaking the feeling away to examine later, Madeline had to make a huge mental effort to move her focus onto one of the nearby younger demigods. She sharply ordered him to go retrieve a child of Apollo or some Ambrosia. The demigod nodded dumbly at her before scrambling to his feet and racing off to follow her orders. Madeline turned back to Adrian and despite being right next to him, despite his hand being held in hers, she still felt a huge amount of relief to see his eyes open and responsive. The panic that she had been fighting back from the moment she saw him being stabbed came back with a vengeance. This wasn’t working. Her water was good at healing damaged tissue but Adrian’s wounds were extensive. The stinger had only gone in several centimeters but when the manticore ripped it out, it also tore the tissue and some of the lining of Adrian’s liver. Even with the dim lighting and blood/water solution covering the wound, Madeline could still see some bile and digestive enzyme juices leaking from the damaged organ. She made a mental note to herself to remind Adrian not to drink alcohol for several weeks until his liver fully heals. With his liver damaged, Adrian’s body wouldn’t be able to rid itself of the poison as effectively.

Madeline shifted her hand fully over the wound and put gentle amounts of pressure. Her healing water bent to her will and targeted the liver damage first. She visualized the cells slowly knitting themselves back into their properly alinement, all the while washing out any immediate poison in the area. As the liver cells slowly began to heal, Madeline used the rest of her water to flood the rest of Adrian’s body to hunt down and macrophage the poison that had leaked into his blood stream. Thankfully it seemed that the poison was very slow acting and did not get very far from the entry wound. She made extra sure to search the heart for any poison. It was an odd sensation, being so deep in Adrian’s body without even really touching him. She was acutely aware of every beat of his heart, every chemical reaction inside his cells, and every stuttering intake into his lungs. It was too much and not enough at the same time. The sensation overwhelmed all of her sense to the point where Madeline did not know where Adrian began and she ended. Conflictingly she also wanted to be so much closer to him. Instead she just gripped his hand a little tighter and soldiered on.

Her eyes connected with his as he whispered her name in a way that made her heart absolutely quake. It escaped his mouth like a jet of steam and curled lazily into the air. It reminded her of smoke coming out of chimney stack, a sign of a lively home and an undeniable warm. His voice was a colour she had never seen before coming from him. It was still an unfathomably deep red but it was intermitted broken by sparks of gold, darting through the red like cluster of fireflies. “Adrian Lawley.” Madeline whisper, just as brokenly, softly. She could feel her own weakness and defencelessness welling up in her chest and making goose bumps break out across her skin. The air between them practically crackled with electricity and everything seemed to narrow down to just the two of them. Madeline held her breath, afraid the smallest thing could snap the connection between the two of them. And oh how she wanted this moment to last. Despite the blood, the pain, the monsters; she wanted this moment to last because this was Adrian with his walls down. This was the Adrian she always knew was somewhere deep within him and she could not be any more delighted with what she saw.

Air that had been lodged in her lungs escaped Madeline’s parted lips in a sudden gust at his compliment. She wanted to return his words with similar sentiment. She wanted to say how much he meant to her, how beautiful his eyes looked this up close, how he was nothing like the demon everyone believed him to be but the words caught in her throat as her hand clenched around his wound and everything came crashing down. Adrian was dying in her arms and she was waxing poetry over him? What kind of horrible person was she? His eyes closed and the spell between them was broken and Madeline went back to work.

She turned back to her work and used the water to run a diagnostic on him. The water had driven out most of poison by now, with only some lingering small amount that couldn’t cause too much damage and would likely be purged naturally by Adrian’s body. The liver damaged had also been completely heal and the liver was back to normal function. All that was left to do was seal the wound and clean for infection. Once again her attention was stolen by Adrian as he began to speak once more. Her lips thinned at his first words, quickly dismissing the compliments and even momentarily wondered if the poison running through his veins had made him delirious. It certainly made him more open around her. “I have long since accepted that the approval of camp will never be in my favour.” Madeline said simply. Words like: Freak, failure, contaminated, monster echoed through her head and she savagely pushed them back. “I was never popular to begin with and if these people fault me for my actions to save you, then they are not worthy of any effort I would waste on arguing with them.”

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Notes;; Okay, now this is a more normal size for a post. And hey look! They're talking like normal people... sort of. She liiikkkeeesss him just as much but hasn't gotten to the point of acceptance yet xD

Last Edit: Aug 31, 2014 19:56:55 GMT -6 by Madeline Chevalier

Adrian Lawley
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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Sept 1, 2014 7:50:26 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Sept 1, 2014 7:50:26 GMT -6

Though his pain had lessened since the angel had started to heal him, the son of Hades was still feeling weak, incredibly so. It took effort to even think of moving. The male played a weak smile on his lips, his eyes opening just a little, just to get a look at her. A weak laugh soon followed once again and he shrugged just a little, taking whatever energy he had just to do so. "That's something we have in common." He jested, having accepted in his early days at camp that people weren't going to like him or approve of what he did. Hell, he accepted that long back in his childhood. When he would take from the other children, when he would say awful things and get beaten for having done so. It had always seemed worth it. To Adrian, it was fun. Being cruel was fun. Hurting people was fun. Whether it was by using them for something they could do, or saying something whilst completely disregarding their feelings. Adrian enjoyed it all massively. Though the girl before him was something else entirely. It was strange how he didn't want to hurt her, he didn't want to use her purely for pleasure as he had with every other girl. Love was a weakness and now he was subject to it, or at least he was convinced that was the case. Maddy was his weakness. The girl he had just taken a bullet for and protected, risking death in the process. What had even happened to him?

But then he was looking at her face, that beautiful face and he could feel a soft smile arriving on his face. It was weak still, and it took effort to do, but part of the male just thought it was worth it. But soon, his eyes closed again and he listened to her speak, focusing on her words. "Whatever they say," he responded, coughing a little afterwards. Remember that you are perfect... he wanted to say. He'd always known it, even if he hadn't exactly felt the same way before. It was what had always drawn him to the daughter of Poseidon, why he wanted to check a girl like that off of his list. Why he tried with her so many times, only to get turned down. Adrian would win with her one day, and now, he hoped it would be soon. "If they badmouth you..." He continued after a pause, "well..." It must have been frustrating listening to him with a pause after every other word. It took effort to talk though, and it wasn't that he was too lazy that he couldn't talk, it just used energy he didn't have. "You already know... don't listen to them. They don't... deserve to talk to you..." And he coughed again, this time a little more violently than before. Sure her healing was working gradually, but he was still weak. This would talk a while. On top of that, Adrian was saying more than he might usually. He had let his walls down involuntarily, but part of him was glad that it was only Maddy who was around when he was saying such things. No one else needed to know that his heart wasn't as cold as everyone believed. "You're perfect..." Oh, he wanted to sleep. Afraid of death or not, he just wanted to sleep forever. His sentences were broken and his words almost stuttering. At least he would die here, his hand in that of an angel. For the first time in his life, he felt safe. And even a bit warm. It was so strange a feeling that the male just didn't like it. He would have to take it out on someone later, he would need to hurt someone and assert both his strength and importance. Just to make up for his weakness.

Once again, Adrian's gaze fixed upon the face of the daughter of Poseidon. He stared for a few moments at her eyes, which he felt so lost in. He then examined various parts of her beautiful face, admiring them greatly until they fixated on her lips. Her beautiful, perfectly formed lips. If he had ever felt a strong need to kiss a woman, it was now. Perhaps he would do that when he was stronger. When he had healed a little more, he would sit up and press his lips against hers, gently placing his hand on her cheek. Just the thought of his made his heart beat a little faster. Perhaps she wouldn't notice. It was only a minor thing. Instead, he focused on her face. The weak smile still present on his own. "Why?" He asked at first. It was still odd that anyone would want to save him from death. He was in no away amiable, all he did was hurt people and upset people and make them angry. And yet, she was healing him. Though the beauty of her face was enough of a distraction for him, he couldn't help his curiosity. He wasn't sure. Why was she saving him? "You could have..." -he coughed again, though this time less violently. He was getting a little stronger- "...let me die. Not... not that I want to. I just... wonder why you'd want to save me..." Kindness had always been something unknown to Adrian Lawley. It was something he hadn't experienced first hand, no one had selflessly tried to help him or make him feel better without his having manipulated them into it. Yet here, Adrian felt he had done nothing to make this angel do what she was going to.

Soon then, the male tried to get up, but was clearly struggling in doing so. Just trying made him cough again. The intense pain he had previously felt had weakened him greatly. "I hate feeling so weak..." He muttered, sneering a little like a little child who wasn't allowed an ice cream. Of course, this was a different context entirely but he still felt foul about it. He wasn't going to get up any time soon, though really, he had convinced himself he wasn't going to be able to. Perhaps he was milking it a little, but he didn't know. What he felt and what he had convinced himself were two different things entirely, but they felt the same. They felt no different. He would just have to rely on her judgement for when he was well enough to move again.
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OOC: So Adrian's still a drama queen, delirious and he's let his walls down to only Maddy. Though he's confused about why she might want him alive. xDD I'm loving them both, omg. xD This feels too human for Adrian, it's weird. xD
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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Sept 3, 2014 9:56:08 GMT -6

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Post by Madeline Chevalier on Sept 3, 2014 9:56:08 GMT -6

Between dealing with the manticore and healing three different demigods in such a short time span, Madeline was completely exhausted. The shaking in her hands was no longer from adrenaline or panic, but bone-deep fatigue. The water swirled lazily around her hands, no longer responding very well to her commands almost like it had lost interest in her. Scowling at the water, she pushed harder but it was fighting against an invisible current. The water just would not respond. Madeline lifted her hand from the wound, momentarily defeated. The damage done to Adrian’s liver had been minimalized to the best of her ability and luckily the water had gotten rid of most of the poison, but the gaping laceration itself was still open and bleeding slightly. This was a job better suited for a child of Apollo or copious amounts of Ambrosia; both of which she still did not have. Madeline sat back on her heels and glanced at the surrounding area warily. Most of the demigods had clear out when she had barked orders to go get help. The two demigods who had been injured previously during the manticore attack had been carried away to the Big House, she presumed. It had been too dangerous to move Adrian in his condition but if it really came down to it, it would be possible to move him now. But it would still be extremely painful for him.

Grabbing one of Adrian’s swords from where they had fallen earlier, Madeline slipped off the shirt she was wearing and cut it into bandages. Thank the Gods she had the foresight to wear a tank top under her Camp Half Blood shirt this morning. The sword sliced through the thin fabric easily and within seconds, she had made some makeshift bandages. “There is nothing else I can do for you now.” Madeline said to Adrian. “I am going to bandage the wound and leave it for the children of Apollo to finish healing. The poison has been already eradicated and the damage to your organ has been minimalized. You will have the chance to outlive me yet, Adrian.” She padded the wound, using some of the fabric of her shirt as gauze then used the remaining fabric to wrap around his torso and add pressure. Madeline gently placed both of Adrian’s swords within his reach before getting up briefly to go get her own which she had dropped while she was drowning the manticore. Still she heard the words he muttered as she had her back turned to him and frowned. Of course she knew of Adrian’s reputation around camp, heck, she had been subjected to his unorthodox behaviour a few times herself. But that did not give them any right to isolate Adrian like this. Surely he had at least a few people who stood by his side. The more she thought about it, the more Madeline realized that she could not think of a single person Adrian had ever called ‘friend’. Not that she was one to talk, she could count the number of her friends on one hand and even then she only ever truly relied on Oliver.

Madeline’s heart stopped. Oliver. She had completely forgotten about him. He must have felt the earthquake she caused and was worried. Plus she hadn’t show up when they agreed to meet earlier that day. Worried bubbled in her stomach as Madeline sheathed her sword and turned her gaze back to camp. She really should go seek out Oliver, after all she had done all she could for Adrian. She wandered back to his side tugging at the edges of her tank top self-consciously. Her thoughts were suddenly consumed by Oliver and the need to get back to him was strong and insistent. As soon as a child of Apollo returned for Adrian, she would leave him in their capable hands then go to Oliver. It was only fair that she stayed with her patient until she knew he was alright.

She kneeled back down at Adrian’s side, this time avoiding the small puddle of blood, and continued to put pressure on his wound. In only a few minutes the reinforcements would arrive then she could go back to Oliver. Maybe they could take their lunch to the piano room and the two of them could stay there for the rest of the day. All she wanted to do was curl up with Oliver on the piano bench and let his soothing music put her to sleep.

Madeline scoffed at Adrian’s words. “Thank you for your valiant words, but I already have someone to protect me.” She reminded him sharply. She was no damsel in distress, and even if she was the only opinion that she cared about was Oliver’s. Despite her sharp end to the conversation, Madeline couldn’t stop the soft blush on her face at Adrian’s words. Perfect. No one but Oliver had ever described her as perfect. But Adrian didn’t know about all of her flaws. Coming from Oliver, the words meant the world to her but from Adrian it rang slightly hollow. It made her think of all her flaws. Gritting her teeth angrily, Madeline simply shrugged her shoulders dismissively and concentrated on the water again. She let the fluid sink away from her control and soak back into the ground around them.

“Everyone deserves to live.” Madeline said. It was a simple truth. “I do not have the power or the right to judge the worthiness of living. If it is within my powers to save you, I will. As simple as that.” She was born a daughter of Poseidon and given these powers of hers for the ability to heal. It would weigh heavily on her conscious if Adrian died while she could have done something for him.

A short bark of laughter escaped Madeline’s lips. “You’re weakness can be forgiven. You just had giant lion/scorpion monster stab you in the stomach. No one will think any less of you because of it.” She said, with a lighter tone in her voice. She couldn’t believe this guy. He was complaining of weakness as he just narrowly avoided death by manticore? What a strange man.

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Notes;; I'm going to blame Maddy's sudden bad attitude on her anxiousness for getting back to Oliver.

Adrian Lawley
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After hubris comes a spark || Maddy Sept 4, 2014 9:15:13 GMT -6

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Post by Adrian Lawley on Sept 4, 2014 9:15:13 GMT -6

It seemed Madeline Chevalier was doing a good job with healing him so far. Though he was still in a considerable amount of pain, and still bleeding a little, it had certainly lessened since he was first injured. Madeline seemed to be doing everything she could. She manipulated the water to heal him, and it was clear she was concentrating on making him feel as good at possible. For a moment, however, the female moved from her spot as she grabbed one of Adrian's swords. And then she started to take off her shirt. Immediately, Adrian swallowed, his eyes widening ever so slightly. In what seemed like only a few seconds for her, Adrian managed to think dozens of thoughts at once. He had never gotten so excited over a girl undressing like that before, especially since it was an especially common sight for him. (And no, he wasn't getting excited down there just yet. More would have to happen for that problem to arise.) But with Maddy, he felt something else. That keen elation, such a feeling that lasted only as quickly as it came. Is she trying to put me in a good mood, too? as well as heal me? seemed like the most common thought in his head, as he watched her. Though, if it was this easy to get her undressing for him, he would most certainly have done it at an earlier point in time. His heart, however, if he really did have one, sank like a stone when beneath her shirt, it was revealed she was wearing a top. And in that moment, disappointment flashed across his face, though it didn't last long enough for it to be noticeable. Instead he sneered a little, looking away as she made the shirt into makeshift bandages and told him that she had done as much as she could, and so the next step was awaiting the help of an Apollo child so that he could be healed fully or taken to the infirmary. But as she spoke, he kept his gaze elsewhere and he quietly sulked. It wasn't like he was lusting after her, not exactly like he used to... but who can really say he didn't want to see more than that? A simple tank top. It didn't reveal anything. At all. It was almost like he was a spoiled child who had gotten the wrong thing for christmas. Or only got 36 presents when last year, he got 38. That was exactly how he felt at this moment. It wasn't entirely noticeable what exactly he was sulking about, since it could just have easily been about the fact that he would have to go to the infirmary or whatever, but to him it was a fairly big problem.

When Madeline next spoke, something dark flashed across his expression, but it was soon replaced with a simple smirk. It had reverted back to the cold one he usually adopted, as opposed to the slightly more gentle version he had given Madeline earlier. "Hell, Madeline." He started, then looked directly up at her eyes, attempting to make eye contact. "You seem able to protect yourself, whether or not you have a boyfriend." He said at first, knowing that she was referring to this boy when she mentioned having someone to protect her. "I saw you in the fight against that monster and, from what I could see, you're a better fighter than most of the people who spend all their time in the arena." Clearly that image had flashed back into his mind. Madeline fighting the manticore, looking damn hot with it as she did. Though this was soon followed by another image, that of every time he had attempted her way with her beforehand, and she would only turn him away and mention the fact she was in a relationship. Indeed, Madeline Chevalier was no damsel in distress. But if she needed protecting, a boy who seemed more feeble and never as strong as her. At that point, after Maddy left the water soak into the ground, Adrian attempted to sit up. It was a struggle but he was managing it. He probably just wouldn't be able to stand, and honestly, he felt a little sick in doing so. All he felt was the pain of his wound and this aching need to have her. It had begun. This time, his smirk was a little weaker as a result of his former struggle. "And, ma cherie," oh, how he loved that phrase. My dear. "Do I have to seem as though I am "protecting" a woman by simply saying people who speak badly of her don't deserve to speak at all?" His words were actually a little more morbid than they were meant to sound, and his tone just didn't help at all. It almost sounded as though he would end up cutting their tongues out for saying such awful things about the only woman the male deemed truly "perfect", and though it was extremely tempting, Adrian wasn't going to do it. He didn't need an angry mob of voiceless campers going after him. Not that he wouldn't be able to handle it. Let the fun begin, was all he could think he would say in such a situation. He wasn't past it starting such a chain of events anyway. Though he thought Maddy would probably be against this. After all, she had someone to protect her. She had that boyfriend. The man who was now part of a game. A game which Adrian was going to win without a doubt. Who could resist the beauty, the temptation of Adrian Lawley? He was too perfect to even put into words.

'Everyone deserves to live'. She had said. And similar to how Madeline had not too long ago, Adrian was close to scoffing himself. Perhaps they do, but if they were already at deaths door, Adrian knew he wouldn't do anything about it. In fact, their deaths consequently added more soldiers to the undead army he could resurrect via his powers of necromancy. And though earlier he had only resurrected a small handful of weaker soldiers, that was purely because he felt he could handle the monster himself. There were more powerful soldiers, war veterans even, who were at his beck and call should he need it. Madeline's snappy reactions to his words though did, however, take effect on him. "Indeed, that may be the case." He said calmly, looking down at his wound then, still trying to push back the pain. He was too proud to appear weak, it was like hell to him. If people thought you weak they would take advantage of such a thing. For all except Maddy, however. And he felt the need to clarify this. "However, I believe that either you felt it your duty to save the life of a man who practically risked death to prevent you from injury, or, there's more to it than you're letting on." This time he didn't look up at her gaze, his words were calm and for once, genuine. And by the gods, he hoped it was the latter. Either way, she was going to be his eventually. That part of her fate he had decided upon his injury from that bloody monster. She was going to belong to him. Well, in actuality there had been a pause before he looked at her, and he smirked, "you don't need to tell me exactly what, but is there more to it?" After all, how had she even found herself up with them in the first place. Adrian wanted to ask but he left that question alone. The answer she gave wouldn't bother him. It was clear the darker side of Adrian was coming back out, and the darker side of Adrian would do whatever it took to get her by his side. And though he wouldn't do anything to directly hurt her, he didn't care who was hurt along the way. No one got in the way of the plans of Adrian Lawley. He was going to win this. He would just have to keep a calm head about it... for now.

"You might not." The son of Hades quickly responded. Though really, perhaps this was because she had been the only person who was genuine to him. The only one who would be around him whilst maintaining a strong will and a kind heart. It was admirable. "Unfortunately, about seventy percent of the people I know would actually rather me dead and would more than likely laugh at, and take advantage of, my having been stabbed in the stomach. After all, I always win. And they don't seem to like that." Once again, he tried to make eye contact with her. Especially with those last few words. "The rest of them, I admit, wouldn't care." They wouldn't care if he got stabbed, they wouldn't care if he won, or even if he died. They were simple allies to him and agreements had only been made out of mutual benefit. No, he didn't have any friends. But who needed friends, really? And in actuality, the thing about not having friends didn't bother him. They were just more weaknesses that would turn out to be a hindrance to power. To that ultimate power that Adrian aimed for.
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OOC: And so, though he's still in a lot of pain, probably so much so that he'll ignore medical advice, he's reacted to her bad mood by being his dark, usual self. xD He thinks there's more to everything and well, he's starting to return to his cocky, arrogant and perhaps slightly possessive self. Though that possessiveness will increase. xD I hope this is okay though, tell me again if you want me to change anything.
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Last Edit: Sept 6, 2014 8:34:23 GMT -6 by Bee

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