cold waves of hurt (open to anyone who wishes to join)

after the desicion that the two camps could visit each others, frank zhang decided he wanted to take a walk around camp half blood. he had been here before, but he hadn't really gotten a really good look at the place. he was walking around with a few kids from camp jupiter. he had seen hazel around somewhere; kissed her a couple of times, then she left, walking around alone with some of her friends, on franks request. sure, she was his dearest girlfriend, but even frank needed some time to explore camp. as praetor, he needed to make connections with the greek campers. his dark brownish-greenish eyes darted about the game room. there were multiple board games set up, across the walls were three flatscreen tv's with playstations and xbox's connected to them, a shelf to the left with heaps of video games. he grumbled and got out his notepad. game room -- might be a nice idea to have in camp. for free time. frank, even though still thought camp jupiter was... well, more exciting, wanted to take some ideas and implement them into CJ.

he sat down, exhausted, and wiped his head with the back of his hand. he gave out a long sigh. he was wearing a pair of grey air jordans, black khaki cutoffs, a white button down, some black and white striped suspenders, and, seemingly out of place, his purple praetor cloak, which sat lazily across his back. he grumbled something and took a sip of water. he had bought a pair of flying sandals at the camp store, in the style of green converse. they were available in red, pink and green, and out of all of those colour green was frank's favorite.

Roman Demigods? Seriously? Wow things really had changed around camp, but stuff like that tends to happen when you spend sixty four years trapped in the Lotus Hotel. The games room was a nice place if a little over crowded with all these modern inventions that confused Valerie at first. With so much different, there had been quite an element of culture shock initially before she began to adjust and adapt to the new world.

After being shown how a few weeks ago by one of the Athena kids, Valerie was sat playing one of the video games on a device called an Xbox. The game was quite a good one, historical to a degree save for all the undead warriors rising up out of the ground to attack the ruined stronghold. For the moment, the undead were nothing that an 30cal light machine gun could not solve. She'd briefly glanced over at the arrival of the Romans but since then remained focused on her game, they left her alone so she left them alone.

Some of the other campers disliked the fact that they were here, though Val herself did feel a pinch of curiosity about them. As much as she wanted to know more about them, she was reluctant to do so, what with all the catching up on recent events that she still needed to do. Valerie was an impressive, four foot nine and sitting down cross legged on the floor she appeared even smaller than normal. She wore an orange t-shirt that looked to be way too big for her that proclaimed in black letters 'One Arrow One Kill'. As well as this she wore a pair of tattered looking jeans with a massive whole in the left knee, white socks and black trainers.

On the screen her gun clicked empty and there was insufficent time to reload, she drew her second weapon a trench shotgun and fired that until the dead overwhelmed her.
Her score came up, 211 dead before she became one of the undead hordes. Not bad really, though she wished she could defeat the enemy completely rather than hold out for as long as she could till they overwhelmed her through sheer weight of numbers.

She switched off the console debating to try the ps3, a box similar to the xbox that played roughly similar games. Some of the campers preferred it and would argue for hours about which one happened to be the best. Much to Val's irritation. She stood up slowly, intending to leave the game room but struggling to pick her way around and through the Jupiter campers. Most who were far larger than she was, not that it was really much of a feat to dwarf her.

frank noticed a small girl sitting at an xbox somewhere off to the right of him. a few other jupiter campers had come in, smiling and talking to frank. it was nice to get some recognition in a while, since, you know, he had just been on a very exhausting quest to save the world, but really, frank wanted peace and quiet for a change. he huffed and smiled at a venus girl, who gave him a flirtatious smile and batted her eyebrows all-love-god like at him, and nodded towards a more warlike legacy of some war god. bellona, perhaps? anyone who was related to reyna got extra credit around camp, even though reyna would probably shout at the people who gave the kids the extra respect. frank told the campers to scurry off, but they ignored him and sat down lazily, passing around a half-empty bottle of coke (probably brought in by the mercury kids, please note) and to franks dissapointment, snickered behind his back. he stood up and grabbed the bottle of coke out of their hands. he didn't like putting on the important-praetor-teacher-like-guy role, but honestly? ignore the praetor of the twelth legion, and break an allied camps rules? frank crossed the line there, really.

"so, i suppose you think it's funny to just..." frank trailed off. this wasn't him. and suddendly, in all his agitatedness, there was a loud squeak, and frank was a bulldog. he barked loudly, clearly annoyed, and ran over to the campers and barked in their faces. he growled and growled until they eventually left, giggling at him. he shuddered, concentrated until his ears popped, and turned back into human form. he shook his head, slightly dizzy, then shouted at the campers to get ready for dinner. he shook his head and plumped back into his chair.

"That's a bit freaky doing that." Valerie commented, she didn't really know much about Camp Jupiter, apart from the fact that they were Roman. Apparently they happened to all be allies, though not everyone seemed to be pleased about the alliance. Well that was just what she had heard. She knew far too little about the subject matter to be able to make a fair assessment herself. The praetor looked to be much bigger than Val, a towering figure one which she would only like to face in battle at long range.
She didn't want to fight someone like that up close, not unless the Ares' cabin was by her side.

"Is it true that your all descendants of Roman Gods?" She asked nervously, hoping to not cause any offence. "I mean if it doesn't cause you any offence... I've been gone for a long time." Valerie semi explained to him, leaving out much of the detail as it wasn't really a story that she liked to repeat. Val recently told the story far too many times to her fellow Camp Half-blood campers.

She did feel envious of some of her camp friends, particularly those who could go home after the summer. Valerie couldn't do that, she had no idea if there was any home left for her to go to, on top of this Val didn't possess the resources to go home. It was a far better option to remain at Camp Half-blood where she could train in moderate safety and prepare for whatever quests, missions or tasks required of her. She smiled at Frank, hoping that he would not be offended by watch she believed to be a rather innocent question. One could never tell, however how someone would react.

frank turned around, to hear the girl talk. his brow furrowed together. "well... sorry." he said, slightly annoyed. it's not like it was his fault that he turned into a bulldog when he was angry! except for that time he turned into a large tortoise; that was really embarassing. he remembered when he turned into a koi when percy jackson and him had been in the aquarium of keto and... what was it again? porky? anyways, frank shrugged it off and changed seat, the next one a few metres next to her. not too close, not too near. "not all of them." he commented. "for example, i'm a far descendant of poseidon, which makes me partially greek somewhere..." he stopped for a moment, letting her take that in. "and then i'm a descandant of periclymus or however he's called, and i've got the blood of pylos." he said.

"So your like a really far off relative then to some of us?" She responded, quite surprised when he said he was a descendant of Poseidon. It did raise further questions, such as if he really was a descendant of a Greek God, surely he would be at Camp Half-blood rather than Camp Jupiter? "Wait you have the blood of several different Gods in you?" She frowned looking a bit confused by that. "How is that possible don't you have a godly parent?" Unfortunately for Frank the question now would keep coming until Valerie's curiosity was satisfied.

"I'm Valerie daughter of Apollo." She decided to introduce herself, it would only be fair considering he was answering her questions for her. She suspected that he easily could have told her to shut up and get lost, yet somehow she doubted that he would do that. Particularly if relations between the two camps at times had been strained, last thing anyone would want would be to cause more upset between the two groups. Especially if everyone was it seemed, beginning to get along.

"i have a godly parent, actually. you know how ares is the god of war in your camp? i'm his son, only in his roman form, mars. i've only got the blood of poseidon in me somewhere." he said and shrugged. "and periclymus was only an argonaut, or whatever. might've been pylos." he said and blushed.

then he shrugged. "i'm frank, praetor of the twelth legion fulminata. son of mars ultor."

ooc: short, ayo. sorry. :c

"I see... Well that's complicated." She said eventually just before the conversation could fall into an uncomfortable silence. "But if your descended from a Greek god in his Roman form should you not actually be here rather than in your Camp Jupiter?" The Romans confused Valerie somewhat, the other campers seemed to have been much quicker to accept them, yet Valerie wanted to understand.
So much was different, she needed to establish some knowledge first.

OOC: It's fine

frank scowled. "well, no, not really. i'm just using ares as an example, see?" he said and spread his hands as if to say 'it's obvious'. "mars is roman, and roman is roman." he said and shrugged. "i guess it's complicated, but thats the way it is."

Valerie nodded slowly in understanding. "I apologise for all the questions I've kinda been gone for a long time so everything... Is different." She wondered what the Jupiter camp looked like. Was it similar to Camp Half-blood? Or set out differently since the Romans in a way had a different culture and way of organising things.
"What is your camp like then? Is it much different to here?" She inquired innocently, deciding to steer away from the topic of godly heritage. That stuff was just plain confusing.