Being battle ready meant some high grade pharmaceuticals, for starters. Two of the most senior Hypnos campers, Daniel and Joseph, were chemistry majors. Not even Ling-Lei remembered how old they were, or when they got here, but they specialized in... stronger drugs than the camp infirmary had in stock.
There's actually... more of us than I thought. Usually, campers stayed into their mid-20s, at most. Everyone eventually thought they could strike it out on their own against the monsters in the world. Except Hypnos kids, apparently. A small, small fraction of them ever made it to camp to begin with. The ones that were there rarely left.
"Alright campers, you know why you're up and awake..." Ling Lei had commissioned one of the Hephaestus campers to put up a temporary lab for them to practice in. Hypnos children didn't fight with weapons. They fought with magic. With concoctions. Not unlike Hecate kids. "You'll all be required to attend either a synthesis class, a casting class, or a session at the arena or shooting range. You'll all be allowed one tablet of Z a day, to be consumed at check out. Any camper found distributing will be penalized."
Ok, so one class a day. That's not bad. I need to brush up on... casting. Haven't had to deal with dreams since... geez, forever.
"Ambrose?"
"I know, I know. I'm going to go find someone to practice dreams with, alright?"
"Alright. Be careful, okay? No messing around, especially in campers'-"
Ambrose was gone.
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"War? ...Jesus." Gabriel murmured in disbelief as the Hermes girl began announcing tasks to be carried out by her own cabin mates. He took a seat at the nearest bench, and let out a deep sigh.
"Fuckin' hell. Today's been pretty damn eventful, to say the least." He cursed again. His guardian died in his arms, his mistakes got him cast out from his home, and the only place he could apparently find solace in was beginning battle plans for a full-scale assault. Things were really starting to stack on the boy's mind, and it made his brow furrow. From across the cafeteria, he could spot Rosa tending to some of their cabin's younger children. He diverted his gaze immediately, not wishing to acquire any of their attention.
Ambrose walked by the Demeter cabin. Still all at the mess hall? There was really only one camper she knew who she could really just blindside if it got to that. She would rather work with someone she kind of knew. "Gabriel Emile Aeckerd!" Ambrose walked straight up to the older camper, putting her hands on her hips. Lethe, noticing her companion's state, bounced over happily, purring and rubbing against Ambrose's leg. "I need you to help me practice."
"How even-? How'd she get my whole...? Whatever." Gabe sat up, fairly surprised at the Sleepling's completely reworked attitude adjustment. "Someone's awake." He replied. "What practice?" He asked.
"War. Practice. We all have to practice. I want
you, to practice with me." she pointed at him, then to herself. "You're not brain damaged, so I can practice with you without worry. Those harpies? We were good, don't you think?"
"You were doing better than I was during that fight..." He admitted. As much as the Harvestchild got into fights, he was never considered a good fighter.
"Practice wouldn't be the worst thing..." As much as he wanted to say no, he stood up. "Alright. I'm in. Lead the way, Sleepy"
"My name is Ambrose. Ambrose Lark. Let's go. We should stop by the arena and check out some armor."
"I know...?" She and Lethe were already outside before he could fully reply.
"Arena. Armor. Right." He thought as he followed after her. The thought of armor still seemed somewhat farfetched to him, as he wanted to point that out earlier that day.
"Things are obviously way more serious 'round here. Way more serious then they seem they should be." Granted, the whole talk of war proved that, but still. He was slowly attempting to process it all.
Ambrose was pumped. She had only been on full awake maybe twice. Once at school. Second time was at camp. It seemed like eons ago. The steps to the Armory flew by, and it seemed like two blinks, and they were there. She almost ran into the door. It was crowded, with most of the good stuff gone. Who wasn't going to practice with all the hype about fighting. Ambrose checked out some light armor. She wasn't used to it, at all, but she wasn't about to walk into the forest without it. She put it on over her nightgown: a metal breastplate and leather guards for her arms and legs. She took her scythe, giving it a cursory swing to make sure it was still sharp. She wrapped her pendant around her wrist. Without checking for Gabe, she was out the door again, heading for the forest. Lethe waited patiently for Gabriel.
Lethe crowed as Gabriel walked in.
"Can you even
wear armor?" He muttered to the kitten. As he reached the armory, he spotted Ambrose already fitting herself with metal plates. She was working fairly fast, obviously showing some previous experience with the outfitting process.
"Uhhh... He tried approaching a set of leather fittings himself, exchanging quick glances between the armor and the girl, in hopes to learn a proper way to equip himself.
"I'm still new here, no one's told me how to work these things..."
But, she finished far before he would he figure out the difference between a shin guard and a wrist guard. Ambrose took off, speedwalking for the forests. "Jeez, hol' up." He began after her.
"Guess i'm bypassing armor for the moment." She was
really perked up, now that he thought about it. He eventually managed to bring up her rear. "You on something right now? Ritalin? Adderall? A shit ton of coffee?"
"Cocaine" Ambrose announced dismissively. "Cut with Adderal."
Hey, you don't have any armor on either! I wanna go!
"Oh...okay." Gabe would've took a spittake if he were drinking something.
"...Not even gonna question it. Nope." It seemed like a bit much for someone her age, but he had a half-thought that it might've been one of her god given abilities or something.
"...To take in major amounts of drugs." Maybe everyone else in her cabin did it too. They were already approaching the lake by this point, so Gabe decided to collect his sapling and sword. "Do you snort it? Or take it in a pill...?" He asked as he grabbed the still knife-sized weapon. He said he wasn't gonna question it, but his curiousity got the best of him. Ambrose laughed. More of a snort.
"Tablet. Not the best, but do you really think they'd let us snort or shoot up in the middle of camp? Ha ha no. Yeah. It's kind of really unpleasant, cause it means you can't sleep. But war, I guess." She stopped shortly after they passed the treeline. "Alright, any more questions before we start? You should get some sort of bark armor on or something, whatever it is you do, with your sapling."
"I'm new here, and you just said you do cocaine. Anything is possible by this point. Wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you said you snort it." With Marcy properly potted, he began towards Ambrose. "I'll improvise. S'what I usually do." He removed the dirt from the sword, and gave her a glance. "Ready when you are."
"Alright. Let's go." Ambrose raised her hand.
"Insomnia!" Her voice seemed to reverbrate among the trees. Gabriel noticed a few wood nymphs scurrying among the leaves, and then disappearing. THe woods were quiet for a few minutes. Then a... bleat. Ambrose smiled wryly. A couple of sheep crept into the clearing, suspicious, showing their teeth. Their sharp, gleaming teeth. "Carnivorous sheep. Not my first choice, but whatevs. Keep em off me, harvestkid. Can you do that?"
"Yeah."
"Didn't think sheep lived in upstate New York forests. Weird, but whatever." With the sword in one hand, the sapling began slithering from the opening in his backpack, and began spiraling down his free arm.