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This place was kindda nice, Iliria thought as she watched a few of her siblings run it. It was an obstacle course of all obstacle courses. Explosions, barbed wire, they really decked this place out to the nines. Was that even a thing any more? Did people say that, Nines? Gods she was old, not as old as some people but still pretty damned old. She wasn't exactly someone who kept up with all of the fashions and trends of the time. She knew a few that did, but she was not one of them.

Iliria hadn't quite implemented her own training regimen to the camp training sessions yet, she was still in her observation phase and then would report back to the queen what she suggested and observed. Then she would be able to make better suggestions as to what they might be able to better do with this place. A few times during the night she had ran the course when there was no one else around. She was curious as to what this place would hold for her. She tightened the gauntlets around her arms as she then passed her hands over them, the metal transforming and bending to her will as they became sharp spikes to morphing into hard blades of swords. It happened whenever she was particularly irritated. She didn't like it at all. There was something about all of the monsters that had decided to play Godzilla with the camp.

The arena was all but decimated, dragons they said. Dragons, Direwolves, zombies. She heard the stories. Wondered how true they actually were. But it was pretty obvious that something had come knocking and kicked their wall down, something had scorched the strawberry field and blew apart the big house. Those were the stories of the kids that were circulating amongst those that hadn't gone off on holiday. The damage was quite extensive. Not that she was one born of the forge, she just couldn't really tell what had happened or how to fix it just by looking at it. Sure Hephaestus was one of her patrons but..... not in that way.

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Oh, why did they have to meet here? She'd seen the blueprints in the Big House, the obstacle course looked like something of a boot camp. Maybe not as bad as the ones back in Thebes, but none the less, most likely full of different and pointy sharp surprises. Though an Amazon, she didn't much like these sort of things. The mark on her arm told her so, everyday as she caught it in glance or a mirror. Seared into her flesh in front of the whole nation, right upon her inner arm before they allowed her to fulfill her rite of surviving. Thankfully it was winter, and long sleeves were perfectly acceptable way of covering it all up. Out of sight, out of mind-- for the most part.

Boots crunched in the snow as Daphne held her jacket closed, one the buttons having come loose. Blond curls and braids shifted about as they hung over her shoulders from under a soft blue beanie. You could see her breath as he exhale let off a bit of steam into the cool air, down the worn path to meet Illria. Wouldn't have the heath been a nice warm place to discuss, or perhaps inside somewhere with coco and blankets. Sighing as the little course came into view as she rounded a hill, Daph did her best to keep compouse... Even though just the site of this place was giving her anxiety. There were no books or tomes, charts or journals, nothing but everything that would maim and or harm someone in anyway it could. It was simply... Barbaric. The golden honey hair of the older superior turned to look her way. Even with small feet, they were trained in the art of knowing who was there. "Greetings, madam--" she tried to bow, but it ended up looking more like a stiff crunch. Gods was i cold. "I came as soon as I got word... Is--" she was almost afraid to ask, knowing full well how most Amazons felt about a doting little deerling of a girl could be found in their ranks. "Is there something I can help you with?"

When the hire ups called they usually wanted one of three things. One, to pass along a message or errand without having to move a muscle. Two, was in a bad mood and needed to take it out on something. And three-- well... Daph prayed to her patrons silently... To Apollo, to Hecate, Thannatos, that she wouldn't see them soon. Please let it not be reason three. Hoping beyond hope that they'd keep her from harm, wherever they were. Maybe she had a question on how to decipher a puzzle... Or a riddle she couldn't figure out. Anything but making her go through here to better or prove herself. Time and time again, that would fail. Unless you wanted her to speed read something or heal a cut or bruise.
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Iliria wasn't exactly someone who was easy to get along with at times, but right now she was trying to be someone who had all the answers. She didn't have the answers, and Iliria didn't like not having the answers. She made a mental note, most of the people here that seemingly were serious about their training, well it was obvious that it was those from the Ares cabin, the ones from the big three cabins were good at doing their training too. The apollo cabin was at the archery field end of the arena, it seemed there were more cabins that did little more than just sit there. But it seemed like there were those that did do things other than train. It seemed like there were those tending the strawberry fields, or what was left of them, Most of those from the forge, who weren't in Valhalla, were working on restoring the wall and the big house. The loud dwarf was overseeing that.

Iliria turned as she heard the sound of the quiet little girl who had just joined up the amazons recently. She turned and eyed the straw colored haired girl with a level eye and a neutral expression on her face. Iliria let out a long and slow sligh before she turned her attention to what was going on at the obstacle course as a large explosion rocked the ground around around them. Whoever designed this, well hopefully they were pretty smart. This place was a test of the harshest endurance and skill. It was brutal in the best of all ways. "Daphne." Iliria stated as she acknowledged the girl. She had been branded a coward and while Iliria could tell that this girl was obviously not a fighter, they could find a place for her. As much as they were fighters, they needed people who could heal and tend to the books too. An army couldn't move on it's fighting force alone.

"I want to know what you think of this place. What do you think of these campers? What could one do to make this transition a bit smoother?" She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest, watching intently what was going on. "They need help, but i want to make this as easy as possible." Iliria muttered.

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To the Amazons this place no doubt looked like a playground. Sure it had no swing sets, or a slide that swirled round and round till you plopped onto the ground, but it was nothing compared to their training and regime. They'd tear this place apart, then talk about how easy it was. Childsplay. The young one could Nara now, the queen, glaring at her with those eyes of cool fire. Maybe this is your special training, even you should be able to do this. Of course, looking around, it only made her throat go dry. In the middle there was a giant wall, a mountain rising into a peak, cracks pouring out liquid hot magma. Along the ridge pot holes loosed burps of flames, a violent and dangerous game of whack-a-mole. A mud put covered by thrones of barbed wire, pressing you into the earth so you have to crawl underneath.

No, Daphne would much rather spend time with her charts and books.

The one that stood before her was the daughter of the lieutenant, older then she looked-- though that was common among the race of war born. Her natural expression didn't give much to her wants or needs, was she upset? Had she done something wrong? Daphne fiddled with the edge of her shirt, pinching it between two fingers. When she spoke her name, she felt her stomach drop. Her next words shocked the mortal girl a bit, for a few seconds doe eyes would shimmer with surprise before she blinked, shaking her head lightly as she remembered she'd been asked a question. "This camp has seen better days, that's no doubt. I think their way of life is a melding of exactly who they are. Godlings... but only by half. There is another part of them too that can't be erased or forgotten." Using Martial Law to take over Camp Halfblood had been the better of the two options the queen had offered. A child of Ares, she had other methods that would have decimated. Daph knew she'd helped even just a little getting it signed over. War... War would have made things harder. "I think their kind... and strong. And scared." Speaking the truth wasn't easy, and part of her wondered if she would regret this later. Still, it needed to be said.

Sucking on her bottom lip, her gaze turned towards the ground. "We came in an took over in their time of need. I think..." Tucking away her blond hair, sky blue eyes would look back into Illria's, a moment of confidence-- far and few inbetween. "If this is going to work... We need to gain their trust and favor. Not because it will aid us, but because we believe we're here to aid too. Not to control them, but show we're on their side." Right now Daphne felt no better than the monsters that overrun this camp just weeks ago. Sure they weren't attacking and mauling, but their tactics were still creating heavy ripples.
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Iliria was not someone who thought of the obstacle course as work. That was childs play. This was childs play. She could probably run something like this easily. After a few tries, Iliria was sure that she could do it with her eyes closed. The eyes studied the course like a hawk after prey. She crossed her arms as she tilted her head to the side, looking and watching one of the kids run the obstacle course as fast as they possibly could. Not bad, Iliria couldn’t help but think as she then spared the girl next to her a sideways glance.

“I have seen the scared faces. I have heard the stories of what had happened.” Iliria said as she contemplated the words in her mind carefully. “Though one would think that a large monster attack would be a good kick in the pants that people needed. They’ve become complacent it feels, though there are some I have observed that take their training and classes seriously.” She stated. She had gone over the schedules and what sort of activities that the other campers were involved in. A thought turned and rolled over in her mind as she watched Daphne before returning the attention to the obstacle course and the new demi-god who had decided to take on the challenges that the course had to offer.

“What would you think...” Iliria started off slowly with the idea that had been marinating in her mind. IT was obvious that not everyone was cut out for fighting, but they needed to be able to defend themselves no matter what. “I think that mandatory training classes are going to be needed though not everyone need fight. An army cannot live on fighting force alone. What would you say to having it be a requirement to find someplace to volunteer? In the kitchens, the infirmary, acquiring supplies, all of that is essential to camp, to an army. Maintaining the camp is important too, as well as maintaining the weapons and armor. Would it be too out of the way to ask them to take care of their home like that?” Iliria had been marinating on such a proposal and wanted to run it by a few minds before presenting it to the queen.

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