Playing With Lava [OPEN]

POV: Ariavellesiene Mai Yamazaki

Letting out a long sigh as he drunk up the sun as much as he could without feeling as if he was about to burn, the demigod pulled his knees to his chest, today wearing a simple set of leggings and a black and white graphic tee with cropped sleeves. It was much too hot in camp, but he had no intention of letting the heat get to him and mess up his look. Even though he couldn't quite pull of his usual attire, he still wore some black stilettos and some makeup, letting his eyeliner deliberately sweep up in a thick cat eye, making his already feminine features stand out.

When he rested his hair, kept in a flawless ponytail, into the crook of his knees, a thump reached his ears. Instinctively, he turned to the source of the noise, hands already pushing him up. Bringing himself to his feet, he glanced over to see a girl, with pretty, soft features and skin seemingly carved out of porcelain, since it was so smooth, scrambling to get onto her feet, with bits of leaves on her. He cocked his head, wondering if she was okay.

As if in a response to his unasked question, the girl smiled charmingly, and the others turned around. Undeterred, the boy walked over, admiring the other assumed demigod's hair. When Ariavellesiene caught up to the girl, he stretched out his hand and touched her shoulder lightly. When the girl snapped at him, however, he felt himself curl up on himself, snapping back at her defensively.

"Hǎo ba, yuánliàng wǒ! Wǒ bù zhīdào, wǒ bùdé bù tōngzhī nǐ, wǒ de cúnzài, ó, wěidà de nǚshén nǐ. Well, excuse me! I wasn't aware I had to inform you of my presence, oh great goddess." His words were full of a bite and he tossed his head, dark eyes smoldering and full of anger. His Chinese was angry and loud, cutting through the air like a knife through water. Various campers turned around, curious, but the son of Aphrodite didn't care.

His blood felt hot, like molten fire, and it rushed through his veins, bringing a wave of heat with it. It was like falling into a luxuriously hot bath at midnight in winter, snapping him to life and a sharper reality. When he argued with someone, it was full of quick-witted remarks and easy replies, none of the fumbling people usually had for small talk. To understand his chaotic and fiery was to understand him.

Then, in a moment of shyness and apology, he lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry. That was unnecessarily rude."The heat disappeared from his body and instead was replaced with a small tingling.

(OOC: Completely. Seems like someone has a crush, though.)

Ariavellesiene blinked slowly, his hair twisting around a finger as the girl slowly approached. He was about to open his mouth and introduce himself, but with a sudden movement, Mari tripped on something and he barely had a moment to open his eyes wider in shock and surprise before he felt the hard pressure of the ground attack his back.

When a shot of pain jolted through his body, he let out a hard groan and his hands instinctively curled around his midsection, until he realized the heavy weight covering his body was not, in fact, a pain-induced weight, but instead was the brunette from earlier. He looked up at her for a moment-or, at least, the back of her head-until he realized the situation.

Jerking back in embarrassment, he swiftly murmured an apology for-um-hugging the girl and in the most dignified manner he could, rolled out from under her.

Sitting up and ignoring the pain shooting up from his lower back, Ariavellesiene shook out his ponytail, taking the scrunchie out and instead letting it loose, shaking out grass and dirt from his glossy hair. With a furrowed brow, he looked curiously at Aethelwyne. "Are you alright?"

In a sudden bout of panic, he helped Aethelwyne sit up, analyzing her for any further injury. He tapped his watch anxiously, a nervous habit that he had, and bit his lower lip, waiting for a response from the other girl. "Gomen'nasai. Watashinonamaeha Ariavellesiene-maidesuga, watashi wa tsūjō, aria ya mai de ikimasu. Sore wa anata o mitasu koto wa hijō ni yokattadesu. Anata wa, nin'i no shōgai o motte imasu ka? I'm sorry for that. My name is Ariavellesiene Mai Yamazaki, but I usually go by Aria or Mai. Do you have any injuries?"

Bringing himself to his feet, he gestured to a spot nearby the trees, where they could talk more. Only when he began to walk did he realize he had slipped into Japanese. "I mean...My name is Ariavellesiene Mai Yamazaki, son of Aphrodite. it was very nice to meet you, Mari. I hope you're alright..."He turned his head and tilted it slightly, running a hand through his hair as he lowered himself into a seated position, since they were now under the plants' shade.

(OOC: Not at all! Welcome in. Well, I suppose the new order is me, Nightingale, and then Karliah. Everybody okay with that? And yes, the THREAD IS OPEN TO WHOEVER as long as them adding in makes sense. But like, not too many people. That would be bad.)

"Hey, lovebirds! Get a room!"

As quickly as if he had been doused in cold water, Ariavellesiene snapped his neck towards the voice, blushed, and looked at the girl more carefully. She was pretty, though she seemed younger than him and was sharp in her appearance in a way that was probably due to her gray eyes, a dead giveaway to Athena' kids. The son of Aphrodite brushed off his top, opened his mouth, and felt even more flustered.

Standing up, he glanced over and placed his hand on his hip, the other hand dedicated to blocking the glaring sun. Pursing his lips, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Might as well. Walking over to the base of the wall, he pushed his hair out of his face-again-and swung his hands down by his sides. With a little hesitation, he wrung his hands and steeled his resolve.

"Want to join us?"The brunette swung a pointed glance over to the others around the lava wall, a group of Ares kids who were-er-playfully pushing each other around with rough guffaws (Probably skipped archery, since others were down in the archery range), and then back to the other girl."Don't worry, we're not going to make out in front of you. Unless you'd like a show?"He called out to the blonde at the top, hands cupped and eyebrows raised.

Laughing quietly, Ariavellesiene smiled at the girl."Well, there's an offer. Nice talking to you, anyways,"He called, running his hands through his hair. He accidentally used his powers to test the girl's emotions unconsciously, noting she felt mischievous and victorious today, probably because of her reaching the top of the wall, a rare feat.

Walking away, he managed to not trip in his four-inch stilettos and hummed under his breath, reaching the tree from before. Sitting next to Aethelwyne, he pulled out his watch and adjusted the way it fit on his wrist absently, while waiting for a response from the other girl. Tapping his fingers against his knee, he turned around and blinked, looking at Aethelwyne.

"Well, how did you get you hair to be like that? It's amazing! Really! I think it really brings out the lighter tints in your hair, and it makes your skin look so much smoother..."He zoomed in, leaning closer. Without thinking, he examined her hair and touched the edge. Realizing what he was doing, he jerked back and grinned sheepishly.

"I'm sorry about that."

The two Karliah had just shouted to kept talking, although she couldn't make out what they were saying. It was cute, really; even from afar, she could tell that the too enjoyed each other's company. To an extent, at least.

Smirking, Karliah readied herself to yell again, figuring out what she would say on the fly. She had just parted her lips when a huge gust of cold wind slammed against her from behind. Karliah staggered forward a few steps, her arms flailing as she tried to catch her balance. For a breathless moment, she teetered precariously on the edge of the platform, her spent gray eyes wide with panic and terror.

And she fell.

It wasn't like in the movies, how people fell from buildings in slow motion, taking in the smallest details as they descended. Oh no, it was the exact opposite. The world rushed past in a flurry of colors, chaotic and tumultuous.

And then it was over. She slowed at such a pace that it surprised her even when she stepped dizzily off of whatever had caught her onto the solid, familiar ground. For a moment she stood disoriented, looking around and blinking slowly.

And then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl heading straight for the forest. She MUST have been behind it! She must have used the wind to knock her off the wall, and then to cushion her landing. That was the only explanation! Right?

Angrily, Karliah stalked after her attacker at a quick pace, her face red with anger and frustration. "What in the blazes was that for?!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "You could have killed me! What are you, a spawn of that hardhead Zeus or something?!"

Off in the distance, thunder rumbled like a drumroll. Maybe calling Zues a hardhead wasn't a good plan...

((OOC: Terribly sorry this took so long. I've been off and on all day due to a Marching Band competition.))