half blood hills ▷ teen wolf a.u

Sick Japanese Blades.

Groaning, Malia Tate smacked her head against the hardwood picnic-style table they sat at the next morning before enveloping her face with crossed arms. "He's doing it again."

"Doing what?" Allison questioned demurely, yet the steely resolve in her eye gave her away as not being as delicate as she looked. Catching on, she twisted her lips upwards, silently laughing at the frustrated girl sprawled across the table. "Is Stiles frustrating your raging hormones again, Malia?"

"More like raging everything- she's practically red in the face," Erica sniggered snidely walking past.

"Ignore the vamp," Allison grinned, patting Malia's head in a gesture that was supposed to be comforting but ended up comical. "Why's she even in Hermes? Is there seriously not a single psychopathic, leather-clad, aspiring sex icon Greek god whose kid she could be?"

"God I've missed you," Lydia shook her head fondly, holding Allison's dainty hand across the table as she attempted to chew through the toast that she insisted had to be burnt to almost the point where it could no longer be salvaged from. The Hunters hadn't been back at camp in almost a year, but now that their goddess Artemis was on a quest of her own, they'd arrived last week for an indefinitely prolonged stay.

"I don't remember you being this much of a cynic when you left," Malia moaned from where she lay. "But to answer, I think they've just started shoving all the snarky back-talkers into Hermes."

"Would certainly explain Greenberg's presence there," Lydia muttered, struggling to keep her eyes from rolling.

"I think she was thinking more along the lines of Stiles, but sure Lydia, we'll go with Greenberg."

"Can it Argent," the girl on the table groused- not even bothering to sit up straight.

"Hey does anyone know what happened to Jackson after last night?"

"Does anyone care what happened to Jackson after last night?"

"Point take- oh my god.." the ink-haired hunter trailed off, staring at Kira who was ascending the stairs to the dining pavilion, a gleaming new katana by her side- gripped in a pale, vice like hand whose knuckles stood so tightly upright against her skin that even from the distance, the girls could see the arteries that run rampant along her thin fingers. As the girl approached, Allison called out, "Did we get new weaponry and if so, why was I not informed?"

At the word weaponry, Malia's head shot up excitedly- a true child of Ares- forgetting all about pining for her little crush. "Weaponry? Where? What?" The mess was suddenly the definition of a firework- Malia as the fuse- as excited whispers spread through the few that still lingered behind to eat while the nymphs sped off to spread the news to those who preferred to spend their mornings outside.

Reaching the table, Kira plopped down- sitting cabin-wise was only applicable for dinnertime- setting the sword down along the table with a thump while Malia stared at it in wonder. Sighing with the realisation that she'd have to pacify the murmurs that were speeding their way around camp already, she got up again, one combat boot clad foot swinging up onto the bench while the other stepped onto the table as she hoisted herself up, beside the weapon. "It's from my mom, there's no new weapons, everyone sit down and relax." She shrugged, clambering back down as most of the people present threw each other confused looks, not having heard her.