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Maxime walked to the lake, smelling the scent of the lake as the breeze hit his face. He runs his hands through his hair, fixing it as the wind it against it. He crouches down in front of the lake, picking up a nearby rock and trying to skip it across the water.

He curses under his breath when it fell into the depths quite early. He sighs, picking up another nearby rocking and trying to beat the old skip. A grin breaks out across Maxime's face as the second rock went much further than the first.

"Score!" He says quite loudly, but his joy was meant for himself. Not like there was anybody else around. Well, besides any dryads watching from the trees, that is.

Maxime looks over, his face dropping once he realizes who it is. A groan leaves his lips, his head drooping to look at the ground. "Why're you here?" Yet another moment of his peace distracted by this girl. It was starting to get quite annoying, seeing her face.

"Beat five skips? I'm sure I could reach ten skips across your forehead." He grumbles under his breath, grabbing another pebble. He loved a challenge, but not when he was guaranteed a loss. He was horrid at skipping rocks.

Maxime flicks his wrist, watching it skip about three times before sinking to the bottom of the lake. He flattens his lips into a line, trying to hide his embarrassment.

( no wy my husbands in ur pfp )

// woah buddy hold on now

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// sure is dally

A scowl crosses his face at her comment. His eyes drift over, staring at her from the corner of his eye. "I never said I was a gentleman. And I don't need help managing my anger. I believe it's valid to get irritated when somebody you don't like is speaking to you."

Maxime tilts his head in her direction, his voice filled with annoyance. Why hide it? Not like they had gotten off on the right foot to begin with. It doesn't hurt to fuel the fire once in awhile.

Maxime narrows his eyes, not seeing how she should see a friendship in their future. He huffs, picking up a pebble and tossing it around between his hands. "Don't see how you could even imagine us in a friendship.." He keeps his voice low, as if he didn't want her hearing.

He glances up, letting the pebble hang between his pointer and thumb finger. "Maxime. Maxime Delon." Despite moving on from it, the friendship thing was still bugging him.

Maxime seemed alarmed, as if she said something absolutely insane. Friendship bracelets? Necklaces? Was she insane? They weren't even technically friends. And already giving him a nickname? This girl was pushing it.

"Uh.. Max works, I guess." He furrows his brows, the pebble dropping out from between his fingers and rolling. "Are you seriously going to make me some funky bracelet?"

When she tells him her name, he can't help but make a joke about it. "Ariel? Like the mermaid?" His confusion expanded as she told him her favorite colors. Why did that matter?

Why was she one of the only people that managed to bother him? Not even Maxime knows the answer to that.

"Just one is fine." He quickly said, not wanting to walk around with two friendship bracelets on his arms. "And I've never seen it. Never had the chance too." Maxime didn't plan on watching it either. From what he's heard, it's certainly not his style of movie.

Maybe he would give Ariel a chance. It sounded like she was actually trying to be nice and all. So just maybe he'll trust her. Even if he didn't like the idea, she was being nice. Maybe this was a chance to make new friends.

"Right.. I'm sure you'll find a way." Maxime picks up another small stone, flicking his wrist and watching it skim across the lake. He watches it skip, one, two, six times. A grin breaks out across his face, throwing his arms up in triumph, letting out a whoop.

"Six skips! I win!" He looks over at Ariel, his eyes bright with joy. He was still caught up on that challenge from earlier, which he had now one by getting six skips.

Maxime watches as the pebble goes flying, turning his head to follow it with his mouth agape. Was she even trying to skip it, or just throw it as far as possible across the lake? Regardless of her goal at this point, it was an impressive throw. He turns his head to look at her, taking no notice of her earlier distraction.

"That was a good throw," He smiles, pulling his knees to chest. He props his elbows on his knees, staring out at the water. After a moment of silent thought, he picks up another pebble and just chunks it, trying to see how far it would go now.

Maxime looks over at Ariel as she sits down, before turning his head back out to watch the ripples in the lake she was speaking of. He lets out a hum, shrugging slightly at the question. "Sure, I guess it's calming."

He looks over as she adds on, raising an eyebrow at the question. "Hit a fish on the head? Never thought of it, but now I'm hoping I do some day."

"Whoops!" Maxime can't help but laugh at her tone, playing absent-mindedly with his fingers. He raises an eyebrow when Ariel brings up Nemo and Dory.

"Nemo and Dory? C'mon, those types of fish don't even reside in lakes, they're tropical fish!" He motions his hand in the direction of the water, rolling his eyes. Did Ariel seriously think a clown-fish would be in a lake of all places?

Maxime shrugs. He didn't think little of her, but who knows. Maybe she was secretly stupid and was covering it with sarcasm. "A rock couldn't kill a fish? I'm sure a rock could kill a fish if you tried hard enough."

He watches her rock fly through the air, his eyes watching the ripples as it hits the water. Maxime picks up his own rock, and hurled it as hard as he could.

Maxime shrugs. He wasn't too good with knowing what did or did kill fish. It certainly wasn't something he spent time thinking about. But for some reason, now he was thinking about that. "Yeahhh.. That'd be impossible, I guess. Well, not I guess, it is impossible. I mean, unless as the rock is hitting the water, a fish is jumping out at the same time, and they both collide and.." Maxime trails off, starting to realize he was ranting. "You get what I mean."

He looks up at the clearings in the clouds, before looking back at the clouds themselves. He wonders if there were any shapes in the clouds right now.

"Really? Was I not making any sense?" Maxime squints, holding his hand to the sky to cover the sun peeking through the clouds. He blinks, slowly looking over at Ariel and dropping his hand to his side. He leans back against his hands, watching ripples of fish moving throughout the water.

"How long have we been talking?" Maxime mutters. It was mainly him talking to himself, but he was just talking to talk at this point.

Cyrus Kerem walked along the border of the lake, taking a break from his usual shenanigans on Valhalla. As much as he loved dying every day, particularly on Thursdays, he enjoyed the peacefulness of the lake; the water rippling, the pebbles and sand underneath his feet, the cool breeze that drifted through camp, often smelling of campfires and wood.

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Seraphina walked alongside the bushes while twirling a wavy brown strand of hair. She tucked it behind her ear. She was lost in thought and throwed-catched a purple-ish black ball. Just as she was about to catch it again, it landed near someone's feet.

Cyrus stopped infront of himself, glancing at the ball that rolled towards him. He glanced around, eyes landing on Seraphina. He bent down, scooped the ball up and looked at her. "Drop something?" He asked her.

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"Oh, yes, sorry," she answered as she took the ball from his hands, "Haven't seen you around much. What's your name?" She put the ball into her jacket's pocket.

( ive got a ton of hw to do so replies might be late )

Cyrus put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Ah, yeah, I'm not from here," he says, kicking a small rock by his feet. "I'm Cyrus. You?"

( oh yeah dw abt it! )

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"Nice name," she says, "I'm Seraphina. Sera for short."

( oh and also i'm not really online after school so expect day-late responses as well from me XD )

"Thank you. It means sun," he grins, "And granted that my father is a fire giant, it works." Cyrus looks at her now, "Seraphina..." He repeats quietly. "Yeah, you look like one," Cyrus says with a nod.

( no worries!! )

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"Thanks. My mother named me that. It sounds really alike, doesn't it? Seraphina and Persephone," she touched her silver ring, "Who's your father?"

"Daughter of Persephone, really? I wasn't really expecting that. Not that I was expecting anything else, but uh..." he trails off, clearing his throat. "Surtr. He's a Norse god."

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"Mhm yea. Daughter of Persephone. I've kind of made an impression because of that," she tucked a loose strand of hair that keeps falling on her face, "So, are you bored? Or are you just walking for fun?"

He nods, "Yeah, you have. So you need an elastic?" Cyrus offers, "Don't ask why I have one, and um... Yeah. For fun. I'm rarely bored anymore. Why're you here?" He asks in exchange.

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"Oh well, now I'm intrigued... why do you have elastic?" Seraphina took it from him, "I'm also bored and just clearing my head of some stuff."

He chuckles, "Don't you see this head of hair?" He gesutres to his black curly locks. "Gotta keep it out of my eyes while training," he said, beginning to walk along the lakeshore. "Understandable."

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She picked up a rock and threw it into the lake. It bounced. "Oh yeah," she walked with him, keeping her distance, "So, uh... what else do you want to talk about? It's becoming dark so I'm probably going to have to head back soon."

”Um… I don’t know. Where are from?” He asks, walking backwards to face her now. She was really pretty, someone he hadn’t noticed before at the few times he’d walked around camp.

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"Oh, same," she said turning to face him, "I was told by my parents that they didn't know where I was from."

”Really?” Cyrus asks, “Then uh, where did you grow up…?” He cocks his head to the side, “Unless you’ve lived in camp your whole life?”

( bump ! )

( omg so sorry ! )

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"My father was a mortal and he met Persephone and they got married and well, had me," she rubbed her pin in her hair, "My father was a scholar and he was obsessed, like really obsessed, ancient myths . . . oh sorry, I think I may have gotten carried away."

( all good trust )

Cyrus smiles to himself at her babbling. Compared to the girls he was friends with at Valhalla, she seemed... Well, more interested in talking with him. "Don't be sorry. Sounds like a chill life for a demigod," he chuckles.

( i'm literally running out of ideas. . . hold the cringiness XD )

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"Yea...," she stared at a bird's nest that was nestled perfectly into a branch on a tree above her, "That bird is so cute."

(youre good lol, js let the convo flow )

Cyrus glanced up to the bird, "Aw, yeah! My neighbor used to have a bird growing up. That thing squawked all the time!"

( lol ok )

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"Oh cool," she glanced at him, "I love your hair!"

Cyrus glanced over. "My hair?" He blinked, "Oh, um- Thank you," he tripped over his words briefly, regaining himself. "Family roots, you know?" He grins. Cyrus glanced at his watch, realizing he had to be back in Valhalla shortly.

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She noticed his dark red-brown eyes when he glanced at her which she thought looked so pretty, "You're welcome," she looked down at a piece of paper at the ground and picked it up. She turned the paper on both sides. Ehh, nothing. "Do you have a middle name?"

"Yes, I do. It's Anala, and it means fire. Ironic, huh?" He lets out a huff of laughter. "What about you?"

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"Oh cool," she blinked, "I have no middle name but if I were to have one, I'd probably choose rosa."

"Rosa? Really? That's pretty," he nods along. "Listen, I've gotta get back to Boston. Um, sorry to cut this short..."

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"Thanks," she adjusted her choker, "It's all good and I've got to head to New York soon anyway...!"

"What're you doing out there?" He asks, beginning to walk towards the rest of camp.