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"Im starlight by the way!" she smiled softly and hummed softly.

Masa then asked, "what is a apollo kid? Is it a type of food? Is it good?" He said scratching his neck

She giggled "Which one of us?" She questioned, ovbi being a very sweet person unlike Hades.

Masa then asked, ".....who are they again? Also who are you i forgot what was going on"

"Okay, Zeus, I'm sorry for calling you names!" He shouted to the sky. "If this is some funny way to get me to grow impatient, it's working!" He sighed in frustration, looking down to the two again.

Masa looked up at the sky and asked, "there's a man in the sky?" He looked back to them and back at the sky before shouting, "do you have any food up there?!"

She laughed at Masa's actions, falling to her knee's with laughter.

Masa looked to her then said, "why is she laughing and also where can i find some food?"

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“Food. Right. Umm… The dining pavilion—“ Fern was frazzled from everything going on, his brain frying. “They’ve got anything you might want.”

Masa turned to fern then asked, "what exactly is a dining pavilion and also where can I find it?" he said confused due to the fact he has never been to the dining pavilion.

She tilted her head, confused "The what?" She questioned softly, openly confused with what was happening. She shrugged it off and watched the two.

Masa then though for a moment. "food or getting food from the mask guy? food or getting food from the mask guy?" he repeated for a bit before going silent for a little bit.

It was a little past 5 PM, and the sun was just now beginning to start its decent. Elias was far from tired, and he had time to kill. He walked to the archery fields, his dark hair shifting with the soft breeze. He hadn’t really had anything in mind, just shoot a couple arrows before heading to dinner.

It was relatively empty for the most part aside from a few others practicing, and he was fine with that, less people to bother him. He ran his hands along the array of bows before picking one out. Elias reached for a handful of arrows and walked over to a free target. He put one of the wooden arrows into the string, pulling back and adjusting his posture a bit.

Coy, or CJ known to his close friends, stood afar from the bullseye. It was quiet, the perfect way to end his night before dinner. He'd gotten better at archery, the silent whoosh of the arrow flying past his ear. Eventually running out of arrows, he dropped his empty quiver onto the rack.

Elias took a deep breath as he lined up his shot, the bowstring taut in his hands. His dark eyes focused on the target ahead, the setting sun casting long shadows over the field. The calm, quiet atmosphere was something he appreciated after a long day of interactions and obligations. No one to bother him here. Just the steady rhythm of his breath, the pull of the string, and the satisfying thrum of the bow releasing.

He released the first arrow with a practiced motion, watching it sail through the air and land neatly into the bullseye. A soft smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Another day, another few arrows. The sound of a quiver dropping onto the rack drew his attention, and his eyes shifted toward the source of the noise.

The quiet whizz of the arrow flying caught his attention. CJ found himself staring at the boy in awe, his arrow landing swiftly in the center of the striped bullseye. A son of Apollo, perhaps? Or maybe he had been perfecting his craft since he was a child. CJ had only been practicing archery for a few years, yet it was nothing like the other.

Elias didn't turn immediately, letting the lingering silence stretch for a moment before he lowered his bow. He knew the sound of someone nearby, of someone intrigued by what they'd seen, and there was something about the way CJ held himself that made him seem like the type to keep his thoughts close to his chest.

He shifted his stance, eyes glancing briefly over at the other boy. A small flicker of acknowledgment passed through Elias' gaze, his smirk never fully disappearing. "Never seen a guy shoot an arrow?" he said casually, his voice smooth but edged with a sense of arrogance.

( laz :0 i did not know u were this good at rping . . . damn :0 )

( this is so good )

( HUZZAHHHH !! )

( trying to get back into the groove of long paragraphs my bad )

CJ, realizing the boy was speaking to him, regained his composure. He searched for the words, caught off guard by Elias' smirk. "I have," he finally said, his words travelling quietly across the distance between them. CJ hadn't even spoken loudly yet his words reached Elias loud enough.

rosalia .ᐟ wrote: "( laz :0 i did not know u were this good at rping . . . damn :0 )"

(I'm a writer... what do you expect.... That's why finding good rps is so hard bc everyone writes like 1 liners 😭)

꧁•⊹٭ ᴸᵃᶻᵃʳᵘˢ ʸᵃᵍⁱ ٭⊹•꧂ (Hanako's Version) wrote: "rosalia .ᐟ wrote: "( laz :0 i did not know u were this good at rping . . . damn :0 )"

(I'm a writer... what do you expect.... That's why finding good rps is so hard bc everyone writes like 1 liner..."

(what if i wrote one liners js to spite u)

(NOOOO DW SHOULD I WRITE SHORTER??)

Elias’ lips curved slightly as he heard the quiet reply. He could sense a quiet unease beneath the words, but he didn’t press. His eyes flickered back to the target in front of him, but the flicker of curiosity didn’t leave his gaze entirely.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, shifting his weight onto one leg as he leaned against the bow. “Hmm. Guess that means you’ve seen enough to know there’s more to it than just the aim,” Elias said, his voice light but laced with a hint of a challenge, as though daring the other to disagree.

Without waiting for a response, he turned back toward the target. His fingers grazed the string again, the motion practiced and fluid. The wind caught his hair, tousling it ever so slightly, and with a deep breath, he drew the string back again, keeping his stance steady. Man was this guy a show-off.

⋆₊˚ vivzie ୨ৎ (my life's a mess, i can't clean it) wrote: "꧁•⊹٭ ᴸᵃᶻᵃʳᵘˢ ʸᵃᵍⁱ ٭⊹•꧂ (Hanako's Version) wrote: "rosalia .ᐟ wrote: "( laz :0 i did not know u were this good at rping . . . damn :0 )"

(I'm a writer... what do you expect.... That's why finding g..."

(I'd shoot you.)

( NO YOUR SO GOOD ITS MOTIVATION )

Coy doesn't reply, watching the arrow fly now from his bow to the target. He couldn't lie, it was impressive. Rather than just watching the arrow, he found his gaze always landing again on Elias. Something about him...

His thoughts trailed off, the boy obviously prideful of his skill. With hesitation, Coy made his way to be closer to Elias. "How long have you done this?" He gestures between the bow and the fields around them.

Elias didn’t miss the way Coy’s gaze lingered on him, nor the hesitation in his step as he moved closer. A slight raise of his brow was the only outward sign of his amusement. He didn’t speak immediately, allowing the soft hum of the evening to fill the space between them. As the boy asked his question, Elias finally turned his head, looking at him from the corner of his eye.

He leaned back slightly, not taking his eyes off the target, but letting the question settle in the air. His fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of his bow as he spoke.“Long enough." Elias said, his voice low but steady, with a flicker of teasing.

Coy leaned against the wooden fence behind them, putting his hands into the pocket of his oversized sweatshirt. The sun was dipping lower in the sky, closing in on their time. The others answer was short, with a hint of amusement. Clearly he didn't like sharing much about himself; Something Coy could relate to.

"I see," he said. "Teach me." What? Coy hadn't realized the words tumbled out of his mouth right away, the sudden realization settling in. Why on gods earth had he asked that? Surely the boy wouldn't show him how to shoot properly.

Elias’ smirk deepened at the unexpected request, a spark of amusement flickering in his dark eyes. He leaned casually against the bow, his fingers tracing the polished wood as if it were an extension of himself. His posture was relaxed, but his presence, as always, felt anything but. The way the other had asked gave him all the more reason to toy with him.

“Teach you?” Elias repeated, his voice smooth, almost mocking. “Well, that’s bold.” He let the words hang in the air for a moment, as if contemplating the absurdity of it. His gaze lingered on the boy with a mixture of challenge and amusement, his smirk widening. “I mean, sure, if you think you can handle it. Doubt you'll be as good as me though."

Elias didn’t bother to turn toward the target again, instead slowly pushing off the bow and stepping closer to Coy with deliberate slowness, like a predator circling. “But alright. I’ll humor you.”

Coy saw the glimmer in his expression. He was surprised and of course, amused. Who wouldn't be? Coy barely spoke a word and yet he was asking the infamous Elias to teach him. "Handle it? I'm not incompetent." He scoffed, yet he couldn't help but smile. His mother would be happy for him sticking up for himself.

His eyes darted as Elias stepped closer, in near distance now. Of course they'd need to be close to practice archery. How else would he learn? Coy hadn't had much interaction with teenagers his age. He prayed to his father, or any god that was listening, to calm his thoughts.

Carly grabbed her bow and quiver and stood, taking a deep breath as she lined up her shot. She forgot that Jake had come along as she was pulled into the peacefulness she got during archery.

He grabbed a bow and quiver as well and aimed at the target, even though he was a son of Zeus he was still particularly good at archery.

She aimed and released her arrow at the target and lined up another shot from muscle memory. She glanced at Jake and asked with surprise,"You do archery?"

He released his arrow and hit the target.
"Yeah."

She let out a low whistle. "Damn. Not bad!" She let another arrow loose at the target.

He notched another arrow and hit a bullseye.

She grabs 2 arrows from her quiver and carefully aims for the target. She lets them fly and both of them hit it.

"Nice shot."

She grinned, her ego growing. She smugly said,"I know!" But then to be nicer she adds,"You're pretty decent too."

He smiled.
"Thanks, I'm surprised considering I'm a son of Zeus." As he said his father's name there was the sound of thunder and a flash of lightning.

SHe looked at the sky nervously and smiled,"Yea I'm surprised too. Aren't y'all only good at like swords or whatnot?"

"Yes, that's what I'm best at."

"Are you now?" She raised her eyebrows with a smirk.

"Yeah... why did you say it like that?"

She paused for a moment. Then she said,"Well I wanna see if I'm better than you?" She crossed her arms, leaning back on her heels.

He picked up a wooden sword.
"Okay."