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Event ϟ Battle of the Bards (Apollo)
Jul. 2nd, 2013 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
empirestategodsThere’s a visitor to camp lounging on the steps of Cabin 7 just before breakfast on July 2nd. Maybe eighteen years old, he’s stunning. Wavy blond hair, tanned skin, and a bright smile make him handsome beyond belief as he surveys the campers. He rises when pretty much everyone is out of their cabins, dusting off denim shorts and calls them over. Somehow, even with the backdrop of the glowing cabin in the sunrise, this kid stands out.
“Hey, cousins.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets, projecting a laid back attitude. “So, you know why you’re in camp. You’re training to become heroes, right? Well, since there’s twelve of us and twelve months in the year, we’re gonna be testing you once a month for your skills.”
So that’s what this is. A godly announcement. From Apollo. God of the sun, of music, of poetry, of prophecy. God of archery and healing. Twin brother of Artemis, son of Zeus.
“So on the current calendar, July’s the seventh month. And this,” he jerks his thumb back, “is the seventh cabin. So it makes sense for me to offer you your first challenge.” He gives an over-dramatic sigh. “But you guys seem to have shown off your combat skills pretty well last month--and no one else is gonna say it from upstairs, but you did a good job, for untested new heroes. It’s a good thing that vote went the way it did, huh?” He gives a nod to the remaining members of cabins 1 and 3, and to the Hades children in the crowd. He loves being right.
“You’ve got good bodies, your reactions are fast. You survived this long, that proves it. So I’m going to test your minds.” He glances at cabin 6 across the way. “Not smarts, like somebody might, but your creativity. Sometimes, being creative can save your lives. So at the end of the month, I want each of the cabins to submit to me a poem or a song, and it will be judged. The winner, of course, will get a prize. Along with that prize, they’ll have the privilege of no chores for an entire month.”
That. Is a damn good prize. No shoveling the stables, no picking strawberries in the heat, no cleaning up after sparring.
Apollo grins, and winks at his own kids. “Do me proud.”
He then turns back to the kids gathered. “Any questions?”
“Hey, cousins.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets, projecting a laid back attitude. “So, you know why you’re in camp. You’re training to become heroes, right? Well, since there’s twelve of us and twelve months in the year, we’re gonna be testing you once a month for your skills.”
So that’s what this is. A godly announcement. From Apollo. God of the sun, of music, of poetry, of prophecy. God of archery and healing. Twin brother of Artemis, son of Zeus.
“So on the current calendar, July’s the seventh month. And this,” he jerks his thumb back, “is the seventh cabin. So it makes sense for me to offer you your first challenge.” He gives an over-dramatic sigh. “But you guys seem to have shown off your combat skills pretty well last month--and no one else is gonna say it from upstairs, but you did a good job, for untested new heroes. It’s a good thing that vote went the way it did, huh?” He gives a nod to the remaining members of cabins 1 and 3, and to the Hades children in the crowd. He loves being right.
“You’ve got good bodies, your reactions are fast. You survived this long, that proves it. So I’m going to test your minds.” He glances at cabin 6 across the way. “Not smarts, like somebody might, but your creativity. Sometimes, being creative can save your lives. So at the end of the month, I want each of the cabins to submit to me a poem or a song, and it will be judged. The winner, of course, will get a prize. Along with that prize, they’ll have the privilege of no chores for an entire month.”
That. Is a damn good prize. No shoveling the stables, no picking strawberries in the heat, no cleaning up after sparring.
Apollo grins, and winks at his own kids. “Do me proud.”
He then turns back to the kids gathered. “Any questions?”
