Azima Arrives at Camp (Open)

Harlie was busy doing what every book worm liked to do on a nice, relaxing day. She was underneath the tree, near the border, reading a new..ish book in one of her favorite book series. It was the last book also, so she was savoring every moment of it trying not go too fast because then it'd be over and that would suck. There was no other term to really describe it other than that one. Her ivory fingers, painted a bright red to match her hair that was in a neat little pony tail, flipped onto the last chapter. She didn't want to finish the book just yet! And as if the Gods were listening to her..for once.. something caught her eye.

Was that a giant dog?! C'mon she's been her for a few weeks, she's heard about it. It's a Demon Dog..no Hound Hell..Hell Hound! That's it!! And it looks like it's chasing a boy, and it's catching up. Harlie tossed her book aside and ran towards the boy, she wasn't sure if she was ready to face this creature but she had to try. She's been spending almost everyday practicing at the training arena since Fletch helped her find her whip and desert eagle. Of course the whip had a mind of its own and didn't like to come out all the time, but when she couldn't get it to appear she's been practicing hand to hand combat and turns out she's pretty good at it.

As she sped along to the boy, she concentrated on her bracelet. Willing it to appear in its natural form, but it stayed stubborn as ever. So instead she took out her other weapon. A nice little black desert eagle. Stopping now that she was close enough to take a nice clean shot, she steadied the gun in her hand, and slowed down her breathing. Aiming right for the head, hoping for a one shot one kill. BANG, her shot cleared through the air and hit just below where she was aiming, hitting the beast in the chest. A nice wound, but not a fatal one and all it did was make the beast even more mad, and brought its attention to her.

Harlie stared the dog down as it rushed towards her. Recocking the weapon, she took aim again. When did she become so brave? Just a few weeks ago she would've of just stood in wonder, but now she's staring death in the face and she's like yeah whatever just make sure you stay off my dress. Yep, that's Harlie for you, wearing a simple white sun dress, fighting demons, saving the day. Yeah your typical teenage drama..not.

Waiting till the monster was close enough that she could really see into his eyes, cause you know she's a sucker for drama and two because she didn't want to risk missing again and then be puppy chow, Harlie shot again. Her bullet hitting the monster right between the eyes, and poof he was a bunch of dust that went flying away in the nice breeze. Now how bad ass did that look?! Harlie was smiling her little butt off, she took out her first monster and she did it like those people did on the movies, she almost wanted to ask the boy over there how cool it looked but she figured he was still in shock.

Heck, she was kind of in shock. This whole world was still new to her, but she was wanting to take it by storm. Harlie the unclaimed child was going to make her mark, and then maybe her dad would notice her! Can you say daddy issues? Wiping the grin off her face, Harlie clicked her weapon on safe and slipped it in the holster that she had strapped around her leg, hidden beneath her dress. With that out of the way, she picked up her book that was carelessly tossed aside, and walked over to the boy.

"That was close wasn't it? Lets cross the border and check you out, ok?"

Harlie took the boy by the hand and crossed the invisible border that kept out all the creepy crawlies, and then turned back towards the boy. Her hazel eyes taking him in, examining him for bruises, and yep right there she thought she spotted a little tearing of his clothing where the Hell Hound probably got him.

Harlie just stared at the boy. She had no idea what he said, but whatever it was it sounded nice. Sometimes she wished she had an accent like that, but maybe more australian. Australian accents were awesome, then british, then irish. Man she loved those accents, but nope she was stuck with a slight country accent. Dangit Kentucky! Harlie shook her head, her red pony tail moving back and forth as she did so, trying to snap her head back into the situation. She had a nasty problem of getting side tracked and letting her ADHD get in the way.

Still not knowing what the dude said and not wanting to seem rude and ask him again, she just decided to take his hand again and lead him to the blue house. She could get help there and hopefully run into somebody that could interpret him for her. Walking with a sense of urgency she made it to the house in no time. Walking up the steps to the house, she decided she should probably tell him what was going on before she took him in.

"So umm.. my name is Harlie, and we are demi gods. Sounds weird right? Well, that means we are half god and half human. It's like in the greek myths with Hercules and Perseus, the gods come down from olympus and shack up with a mortal that they find attractive and BAM there's us. Humans with weird talents that monsters love to attack. As you can already tell. Um...what else should I tell you about..umm well this is the blue house, this is where Chiron is at and he can help us. He can get you this stuff that tastes awesome and can heal you. I swear it's real, I thought people were lying to me too! And don't give me some look like I'm crazy because you just got chased by a giant dog so umm yeah."

Harlie sucked in a deep breath and let it out. That was one long speel, hopefully he took it in cause if he didn't he was just going to have to deal till she found somebody who was better at this. Letting go of his hand, she knocked on the door. She's never really been in here so she wasn't sure if she was allowed to barge in and she wasn't really looking forward to meeting Mr. D, she's heard some bad stuff about him.

Harlie smiled and nodded as the boy tried talking to her. Man, she still couldn't understand him. Something about that accent just really threw her off, everytime she heard it her mind just wandered off and then it came back and he was done talking. This was going to cause some problems. Not knowing what to say to him, she just hurried up and looked away and stared at the door. No one was answering..why wasn't anyone answering..those buttholes. Not wanting to wait any longer, Harlie just opened the door and barged right in.

"HELLO?! Anyone here?"

Stepping inside, she scanned the area and of course the one time she comes there is no one inside, but that didn't stop her from yelling to see if anyone was here. There just had to be someone here..please let there be someone here cause she could not understand this poor poor kid. Flashing another smile in the dude's direction, she stopped yelling and walked further into the building. She knew there had to be some ambrosia around here somewhere, and aha there it was. Sitting ontop of an end table was an ambrosia square, part of it was nibbled on it but this guy was going to have to deal with it if he wanted to heal. Grabbing ahold of the stuff she shoved it in his face.

"Here take this, only nibble..too much of the stuff can kill you but a little can heal you."

Harlie used all the focus she could muster, hoping that she could understand the guy. And as if the gods were listening..this time..she actually could understand him, kinda. She missed a word here or there but she understood what he was talking about!

"Umm, well we can drop your bags off at your cabin. We live with our half siblings, unless you are unclaimed then you stay in the Hermes cabin. That is where I'm at right now, kinda sucks. You know god of thieves' kids running around, they like to take your stuff and play pranks. Do you know who your parent is?"

Harlie kept glancing above his head as if a symbol would be right there telling her who he was. She's never actually seen a claiming, but she's heard a lot about them and she's been waiting everyday for herself to get claimed, but it still hasn't happened. She didn't know what she had to do, some kids got claimed just by walking into camp, others had to tap into their powers, and some had to earn the claiming. So far it looked like she was the latter, and she was kind of wondering what this kid would be. Maybe he'd be apart of the lucky bunch.

It was starting to get easier to understand him, which wasn't any better than when she understood him because she had no idea how many cabins there were. It's not like she sat there and counted each cabin, that sounded extremely boring and a waste of time because they were always building new ones, with new demigods coming in and all of them expecting their own cabin. That is why she was happy to hear his next question, it was so much easier especially since she was there not too long ago with Fletch getting her own weapons.

"Follow me."

Turning around and heading out the door, Harlie made her way towards the Armory. Every now and then she would look back to make sure the child of Hecate was behind her. Once they got there it was as busy as the last time she was there. This time it seemed the children of Ares were collecting their weapons but this time Sappho was nowhere in sight to make this run along smoothly. Heck she couldn't even see a child of Hephaestus, they were probably avoiding the Ares kids, no one really liked to be around them when they are all together, and you can only guess why.

Weaving her way through the clutter of Ares kids fighting over this and that, she made her way the walls full of weapons. On different sections were various swords, daggers, the odd trident, and any weapon you could ever imagine. They used to be organized, but it looked like the Ares kids screwed that up, so there were guns next to swords and if Sappho were to walk in she would start World War III, heck if any Hephaestus kid walked in they would throw a fit. This was like their second cabin and the Ares kids were screwing it up.

"Um, well it used to be easier to look at, but here is every weapon you can imagine. Swords, the obvious choice for almost every camper. Spears, a nice projectile weapon, and can also be used for close combat. Daggers, a little bit harder than the sword for obvious reason but still a good weapon. We even have guns, which are new and my weapon of choice, only downside is when you are out of bullets you are kind of out of bullets. Then there are bows and arrows, same concept as guns, this is a favorite of Apollo children. Umm, there's still a lot more but I'll just let you look through this mess."

Harlie gave an uneasy look at the weapons again, sure she could look at them and tell you what they did, it was pretty obvious, but she wasn't an expert or anything. Shifting her gaze from the weapons to Azima, she changed her look from oh well crap to oh i got this. Turning back around she started grabbing an assortment of weapons, different swords, daggers, a bow and arrow, a gun, and all the other assortment she could hold in her little arms. Giving Azima a little head nod showing him to follow her in this direction she started walking to the training field.

"The best way to learn is by doing, so how about you grab some weapons that I might have missed and try them out. One of them is bound to feel right to you."

Waiting a few minutes so that he could grab some weapons, she left for the training field. No one batted an eye last in their direction as they raided the armory, it wasn't like a girl and boy carrying deadly objects was an odd thing around here. Making her way to the training field, Harlie dropped the weapons in a nice little heap, and started organizing them again by what they are without kneeling on the ground. There was no way she was going to ruin her nice white dress just so this guy could get a weapon, call her a child of Aphrodite all you wanted, she knew she wasn't and just took pride in the way she looked.

Looking around for an open area for Azima to train, Harlie found a dummy that more off to the corner that no one was messing with. Of course there were people everywhere else because it seemed like everyone around her was dying for a quest and trying to prepare for the off chance that they will get one, but as far as she could see there wasn't anybody that she knew. Walking towards the dummy, she put her hand on it and waved Azima over.

"Attack this dummy!"

Moving out of the way, Harlie took a seat on the nearest bench and stared intently wondering which weapon he was going to grab first, and which one he would eventually choose.