Resting at the Cabin (Rhiannon)

[Raymond Lyngod]

Raymond was just getting back to the cabin from his regular training regiment, feeling exceptionally exhausted today. As with all of his daily practices, he was constantly trying to extend the time he could hold his Auto-Pilot for, but only managing a few more seconds like usual. Raymond quickly threw off his wet shirt, throwing it into the hamper, and flopping himself onto his bed which was nicely made, at least on the surface. Raymond had one large blanket that layered over his entire bed, which was used to keep Raymond warm at night and hide the fact that his sheets underneath were nowhere near as nicely made. Along the few shelves that the campers are given to put things on, Raymond only had a few items: a pair of spiked gloves he worked on for a full year-and-a-half at the forges (with assistance from the Hephaestus children), a few comics he had brought with him two years ago, and a picture of his mom.

Raymond stared at the roof of the cabin before using his arm to completely block out all of his sight. As he lay back on the bed, breathing steadily, all he could think about was how frelling difficult it was to try and enhance his abilities. His Auto-Piloting skill was something that could be really powerful, maybe even more so than his Hyper-Rage specifically since he could control it. Even his Pacify power was starting to get more effective and have a wider range of effect, though using it was always a bit risky even with the amount of control he has gained. ’Compared to how hard it is to enhance my powers, learning about them was and how to activate them was the easy part,’ Raymond thought. Yet despite the progress Raymond had made, he couldn’t help thinking about the one power he had yet to make even a minute amount of progress in, his Hyper-Rage state.

[Rhiannon Warlow]

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Rhiannon had spent another long tiring day of studying. The studying only took up an hour of her day, but it always seemed like more work than training in the arena. Perhaps because she loved training. She had worked up a good amount of sweat and nearly exhausted her self physically trying to get the hang of controlling her strength. Going all out was a lot more stress on her body than she liked. Still nothing compared to the mental stress of studying.

As usual she took her time getting back to the cabin, doing the wind down exercises to keep herself from getting stiff muscles in the morning. When she finally reached home sweet home all she needed to do was stretch. First she used her bed post as a balance as she stretched her legs.

While stretching she couldn't help but look around for something to do. Her mind was still fully active and getting antsy while trying to wind down wasn't good. One of her siblings was laying on his bed, which she could tell was not made correctly with it's limps. She couldn't tell if he was sleeping, his arm was over his eyes and he was laying still in bed.

"If your going to sleep you should do it under your covers. Also if you don't mind putting on a shirt or crawling under the covers."

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[Raymond Lyngod]

Lying down to rest with his aching limbs was not Raymond’s best idea as now he was slowly being lulled to sleep. All the sound around him was starting to become background noise, the way it always did when he was about to sleep, making a nice sound blanket that further lulled him into the dream world. Raymond could actually feel his conscious slipping away into dream and with literally no strength to resist the temptation; he was letting himself fall asleep. He would have too, had a voice not suddenly broken the nice sound blanket around him.

Having not even heard this person enter the cabin, Raymond almost fell out of his bed from the sudden sound of her voice. ”Whoa!” Raymond said as he steadied himself before looking up at the girl with a lulled look for a moment before actually realizing he wasn’t wearing a shirt. ”Oh, sorry!” he said, quickly getting up from his bed, going to his dresser and pulling out the first shirt he saw, which happened to be an orange camp shirt. He then looked over at the girl and realized that he actually hadn’t meet this sister of his yet. She didn’t look that old; probably about the same age he was when he first came to camp, which could mean she was new to camp.

After getting his shirt on, Raymond said, ”Sorry ‘bout that, just got back from training and all. Since no one was here yet, I just kind-of flopped, ya' know?” He paused for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed, before continuing, ”Um…names Raymond Lyngod. You?”

[Rhiannon Warlow]

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Rhiannon blinked at him as he was so startled by her voice, she had tried not to be loud or anything but he still jumped. Switching legs she restarted her count on how long to hold the stretch. She supposed this person was her half sibling by blood, but Rhiannon would never call him her brother for such a silly reason as blood relation. That term was reserved, as were every one of the close family words, for people she grew to care deeply about. “My names Rhiannon, I just came back from training also but my mind continues to race for the battle. Adrenaline rush. Though you get some great sleep when it wears off.”

The bright as sin orange shirt he now wore was at least a mild improvement to a lack of one. Rhiannon had to say she wished people would wear more clothing in public, but this was also his room. Ones private quarters should be a free space to do as you wish, unfortunately not so in camp. The lack of gender separation annoyed Rhiannon though. There were not enough people for two cabins of every gods, but perhaps a wall and a common room would be nice. Rhiannon looked at her own bed and wondered if she would be able to get someone to craft privacy curtains. She wrinkled her nose as she began to stretch her back over the rail, a few pops sounded audibly from her spine as she let out a sigh of relief.

“I am sorry if I had woken you though.”

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