One on Ones discussion

Love the name!

And sorry, my internet is screwed up and it won't let me pm you right now. :P Where would you like to start?

((Thanks. -^.^- Milo's pretty awesome too. :)

One thing I need to know - we're at camp, right?))

((Kay))

Eli sat on his bed in the empty Hades cabin, both loving the silence and hating it at the same time. The voices had left him alone, but now the loneliness had set in. He kicked his shoe off and watched it slam into the opposite wall with a scowl. What did he need people for? The other shoe slid across the floor to meet it's partner. It wasn't like he could be nice. He didn't need friends. He had only been here for what? More than half his life? And he still hadn't gained any friends.

Eli frowned at the two little faded runners, suddenly debating. Maybe he should get out... The cabin was so dark. Then again, dark wasn't that bad. But... Unable to find a good reason to stay and sulk, he got up. Slipping his beaten shoes back on, he left the cabin for the sunny summer afternoon; adding a little shadow without even trying. He didn't even know where he was headed. Just out.

Eli kicked at a rock and sent it skidding. He was in a mood. Why did life have to be so unfair? Why did everything have to -
He felt someone's eyes on him before he saw who it was. Almost immediately his defenses went up and he stopped in his tracks, glancing over to see what they wanted. It had better not be the Ares cabin again, or anyone from the idiotic Aphrodite clan. If it was they were going to get a new and literal taste of hell. He wasn't about to put up with anything. When his eyes found someone who fitted neither of those descriptions, however, he paused. Oh. Eli just stared at the guy for a while, never one to say hi first. Instead, he began with this, "Can I help you?" Eli's voice came out a little hoarsely, but that was how it always sounded.

Eli gave a small, dark smile. "Hello Milo, Milo Conway." He said, starting off with just a little sarcasm. It was friendly enough. "What cabin are you from?" He was sure he had seen the guy around the massive camp at one point or another...

As he sat down, Eli momentarily considered getting up. Close contact... How should he handle that...? After a split moment of sitting stiffly beside Milo, he finally relaxed enough to reply. "Zeus huh?" He said quietly. Eli didn't really know what to think of that. The first thing that popped into his head was jealousy. The words came out before he even realized he had said them, "Must be nice."

Eli gave him a flicker of a smile in return, unable to refuse the friendliness. He knew Zeus's reputation; who didn't? Slowly, he pointed a finger to the sky and made a swirling motion. "You the one who caused the wind storm in the arena?" He asked with quiet amusement, having heard the commotion on his way up. From here, he could even see the damage.

"Just a wee bit." Eli agreed, jumping as he heard Milo loudly bite into his apple. He watched him for a moment curiously. Yellow blonde hair, fair skin, sky blue eyes, charizma to spare... Yeah, there was no arguing he was the son of Zeus. "I'm, uh, I'm Elliot, by the way..."

Eli's mood died a bit and he shrugged, looking away. "Uhhh..." Should he even say? If he lied, he would feel like a heel because Milo wasn't being a complete ass. In other words, he didn't deserve a lie. Then again, Eli hadn't really ever met another demigod who's strength could easily match his own. What if Milo took a dislike to him once he knew he was the son of - "Hades." He said in the same dry but quiet voice he had been using for the entire conversation.

Eli stared at him, his dark eyes obviously surprised by his reaction. "Yeah," He said with a surprisingly charming smile. "Yeah, I guess we could. You'd probably toast me before I could do anything, though." He smirked back, relieved that he hadn't upped and left at the news.

Eli stared at him, his dark eyes obviously surprised by his reaction. "Yeah," He said with a surprisingly charming smile. "Yeah, I guess we could. You'd probably toast me before I could do anything, though." He smirked back, relieved that he hadn't upped and left at the news.

He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Eli gazed at him for a moment. "Never heard that one before." Truth be told, it was because no one ever got far enough in a conversation with him to tell him so. It didn't help that the children of the wimpy Gods were too intimidated to do even that. "No one's ever wanted to try me out in the ring. Don't blame them."

"Ah," Eli shook his head quickly. "See, my uh... what I do doesn't work very good for disarming. I haven't used it in a long time." He smiled, a story hidden in it's shadows. "Not really allowed to on real people."

Eli began to say something snide, the comment just stopping short of his tongue when Milo spoke of his relative. "... Hercules?" He echoed, looking at him incredulously. "The Hercules? The strong one?"

"Wow." Eli said simply, which really was quite the reaction for him. "I take back what I said before. There is no way I can put up a half decent fight with you." He obviously had respect for Hercules; I mean, who didn't? Although the guy could maybe have used a little more brains, he was a warrior god - metaphorically speaking. The warrior god position was already filled. "Bet you're dying for a good challenge huh? You've probably walked all over the Ares cabin already."

A slow smirk spread it's way across his face. "Oh yeah? I can imagine." Eli gave a small snicker and ground the heel of his runner into the dirt absentmindedly. "If they're that easy for me to scare, they got to be noodles in the ring."

Eli suppressed a laugh. The Aphrodite clan were a joke anyway you looked at them. Except for when it came to modeling or sunbathing. Then they were gold, he gave them that.
He regarded Milo silently for a moment. "You really want to try this, don't you?" He said, his gruff voice tinged with curiosity. If it wasn't for the fact that he was the son of Zeus, Eli would have thought Milo was a freaking lemming for wanting to go up against him. No one had asked before.

Eli smiled and nodded, glancing at the distant but obviously still destroyed arena. "I can tell." He said wryly, noticing how each and every dummy was either charred to a crisp or blasted into billions of splinters and fabric stuffing.

Eli paused and stared at him again. He seemed pretty sure he wanted to try it out. To be honest, Elliot wasn't totally against the idea of a fight either. It had been years since he let his powers out, and he felt them begin to built up inside him sickly, not unlike they had before. He had to let them out sooner or later. "Yeah, sure," he finally said. "Let's try it."

Eli gave him a small smirk as he stepped into the arena, caught between curiosity and amusement with him. "Are we using weapons, or just abilities?" He asked, just standing there as he watched him get ready.

"Uh..." Eli blinked, suddenly feeling a little inadequate. "Uhm, I don't... I don't usually fight. At all. I use my weapon on dummies, sometimes, but I haven't used my powers for a long time. Never used my weapon on a person, either." He shifted his weight to the other foot awkwardly. "But I guess if I had to choose... I guess I'm better at controling my weapon. But I suck, so... Maybe we should use both?" He raised a dark eyebrow to match.

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((You're very very late. LOL))

Eli nodded a little and steadied himself. How different could this be from battling dummies? A long dark rod materialized in his hand, finished by a curved silver blade. The shape of his weapon was controlled by the holder, so he shorted it a little for more close-range fighting. "I'm sure you are." He said, the ground shifting under Milo's feet as he spoke. The rock slid up and wrapped itself around the boy's feet, holding him there like concrete.

Oh... Well. This was a lot different than battling dummies. Eli sighed a bit as he tried to figure out another strategy. He couldn't use anything that could hurt the guy... Which was basically everything that he could do. Maybe...
Closing his eyes as he focused, the voices that he heard on a daily basis (the breathing of the dead) were directed at Milo, whispering in his ears by the thousands. Inside his head, all around until the quiet voices were nearly suffocating. Then as he watched, invisible hands grabbed at the boy's skin; scratching and clawing as hard as hard as they could until they drew blood with their transparent nails. His focus was slowly extending... And this wasn't his limit.

Eli jumped back as the lightning searing the ground near his feet, his heart thudding as sudden andrenaline pumped through him. The voices began to wail as a response to Eli's fear, and they fought harder. "Heh," Then Eli smirked and looked up at Milo. "You missed - " he was cut off as another bolt came down, and he just staved it off from blasting his arm off by mentally tossing a chunk of rock at it. As more rained down, that was how he shielded himself.

He felt his feet begin to leave the ground, and Eli panicked. After a moment, the rock from the earth broke the surface and clamped itself down on it's master's feet to hold him securely to the ground. Then, feeling himself begin to get whipped about in the storm, Eli crawled to his knees and let the rock root his arms to the ground as well. As his focuse wavered to new objects, however, the invisible soldiers stopped their cutting and their wailing as they disappeared.

Eli almost immediately began to leave the ground, slowly being sucked up the vortex into the sky. There was nothing he could do, not without killing someone. So he just went with it, but sent an army of dead insects crawling up Milo's clothing as he was at it, figuring it might do something.

((:O Thought it was your turn! Brt))

Eli finally was whipped out of the storm and skidded to a stop underneath a strong oak. He shook his head, trying to clear thoughts. Ouch...

Eli looked up at him before grabbing his hand and getting to his feet. He rubbed his head again; that was probably going to hurt later. He glanced at the scrapes and cuts along Milo's exposed skin and couldn't help but feel at least rivalled in defeat. "Good game."

Eli raised an eyebrow but nodded with a shrug anyway. "Sure, why not?" Then he glanced back at the arena and cringed. "Ouch... That's a mess." And it was. Milo's storms had smashed everything about, and Eli's rock upheaval made it look as if some giant had decided it was a good idea to take a beater to the earth. "If we're going to go, we had better go fast..." Not like anyone who saw the mess wouldn't immediately know who did it.

Eli smirked and rock grabbed onto Milo's legs again to stop him flat. "See you at the water Medusa." He ran past him and disappeared around the outbuildings as he headed to the lake.

Eli sighed as the wind rushed around him... This was a tough one. Cloving the funnel with a wall of rock, he rushed out through the eddied clear zone and ran after Milo. Just as he reached the beach Eli sent a hand of dead roots up to grab his ankles. "Looks like... We're both gorgons..." He was out of breath, which was odd for a demigod. It was his asthma, so he reached into his pocket and took a puff to feel better. "I almost had you though."

Eli, someone unsually comfortable in his skin (probably because he was so ficking hot he didn't have any issues with himself), followed suit. He left his boxers on, however. He was discreet for other's sakes at least.

((LOL oh Milo...

Gtg))

Eli waded in by by the shore, stopping just when his feet left the sand. Ducking his head as the water erupted, Eli smirked and looked over at Milo. "Ten for entry."

" Thanks man.. hope you don't mind my... swimming style." Milo finished with a cheeky grin.

"Nah," Eli shrugged and began treading water. "It's cool. Don't worry." He brushed some kelp as he slowly made his way further out into the lake. Yuck. The one thing he really hated...

" Water tackle." Milo said out of nowhere as he jumped and tackled Eli into he water.

"Hey - " Eli sank underwater and kicked against him to try to get away. He wasn't a overly weak guy, however, so he was able to push him off with ease. "Wh-What was that?" He coughed, re emerging with his black hair stuck to his head, his white streak smoothed to the side perfectly streamlined. "Jerk." He didn't seem angry, however.

Milo came back out of the water. " Woah.. hey hey, come down... just wanted to play with you is all.."

"Play with me." Eli grunted, and gave him a look. "I don't play well with others..."

" Well... I still wanna play." Milo said giving Eli a serious look back.

Eli narrowed his eyes at him. "You're serious?"

" As serious as Greek Gods are real." Milo replied back with a smirk.

Eli sighed a little and then put his hand reverently on Milo's head. "Alright," he said grimly. "Then you asked for it." With one strong push he sent the other boy dunking into the water.

Milo popped out of the water and deiced to to pants him taking off his underwear in one swoop and chucking it far away.

Elliot made an offended noise and gave him a look. "Oh great. Now I'm naked too. Yay."

" So, this is how our Greek ancestors swam." Milo said giving him a shrug as he swam around.

Eli gave a small scoff. "Yeah, but I'm from Boston." He said, a dark smirk on his face. "I've never swam... Greek style."