Reunion Bound (Cliche)

Everything a demigod could need to work on and improve their skills, combat and magic, could be found at the arenas of Camp Half Blood. Everything except peace and quiet, at least. Dimitri had seen enough of the training grounds lately. They had been crowded enough before the entire Lear situation came to rise. After the initial panic arose, other demigods wanted to learn how to fight more, to the point where even Dimitri had taken on teaching some to fight.

It was still relatively early in the afternoon, though the skies were a little cloudy. Dimitri approached the body of lake. So many events in his life had taken place there, yet they felt so distant now, in the grand scheme of things. He was glad to have time to breathe from the entire situation, but at the same time, couldn't handle sitting around and waiting. His sleeves were hastily rolled up, and his body was noticeably banged up. He had a few faded scratches on his face, and a large bruise on his forearm.

When he reached the water base, he raised his hand, and some water rose with his arms, fovering around them. He glanced up, and saw someone not far, the platinum blonde hair suddenly sparked familiarity with him, and he approached, water following with his will, behind him. "Angel, hey." Dimitri said, as he approached her. Dimitri offered her a hug, it had been a long time since they'd last talked. "I haven't seen ya'in a while. How've you been?"

The hug was a kind gesture, something Dimitri rarely did anymore, but he hadn't interacted with Angel in a very long time. When they had known each-other, things were very different from how they were now. "I haven't been 'round too much, been out doin' stuff for the camp." Dimitri explained. He remembered last time they had met, he spent his days around camp, being productive. Now his productivity was entirely different. "Ain't exactly the stuff for the feint of heart." Dimitri murmured.

"Yeah, a little." Dimitri replied. He looked down at his arm, noticing the bruise, though he had thought she had seen some cuts that were higher up on his arm, the ones that were left by the horde of monster bunnies. Those were covered by his sleeve, but even still, he didn't want people to see them. It was nice to see her still smiling, despite the appearance. Many people looked at him slightly differently now; he wasn't the same person he once was. It was good to see someone hadn't changed their mind. "Ain't really somethin' I wanted, y'know? Just kinda happened." Dimitri explained.

"Glad y'know that if you ever need to be aggressive, y'can be. Never forget that, it could save your life." Dimitri said, with meaning. "Who've y'met? Maybe I know'em."

If anything, Dimitri had been running on a sense of nostalgia. He felt that he could afford to feel that here, where there were safety barriers to protect everyone. "I've been workin' on stuff, tryin'ta get stronger, y'know? Be ready for life outside this place." Dimitri wasn't lying, which was fortunate, because even now it was an art he simply couldn't perform. These days though, breaking that rule would just mean so little. Everyone lied, after all.

"Yeah, I did. Met a lotta people, actually." Dimitri said. It was strange to look back at himself from so long ago, even though it hadn't truly been so long at all. With the bonds he'd made, lost, fortified, and damaged. "Not all've them're alive anymore." Dimitri elected to leave out that he had killed someone he'd met, even if it was justified, it wasn't something he wished to see a reaction from. "Not all've of'em worked out. That's just how things go though, right? At least we're all here now, safe for the moment."