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Alberto stood on top of one of the hills in camp and just stared at the sword in his hands, he was concentrating on not making ice form around the handle. Something that was proving to be very hard indeed, he give out a sigh when the third time had no charm and then takes a breath, he clearly still needs more practice. He had looked at many of the others, and they were all doing a great deal of work and some of the seemed natural when it came to using their powers, while Alberto at times really had no control at all.



In the end he gave up and threw the sword into the nearest tree where it was ledges into it, he give out a frustrated sigh and then look up startled as he saw a person standing there. “Oh….sorry, I’m so sorry...” he then said as he started to walk towards the tree and takes the sword out. “I’m… uhm I’m kind of having a off day.” He then said slowly not meeting the other person eyes as he let his gaze stay on the sword in front of him. Why in the world couldn’t he be like other people in the camp and just have power over his own abilities.

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Jolie was in that little group trying to channel powers with a few others. Her mother’s powers, she was very good at. Almost too good at. But those couldn’t be used while in a battle, more in a medic tent. However, her father was a son of Tempestas. Those were the powers she was interested in right now. Supposedly, she could summon a small bought of adverse weather. So far that only happened when she was really upset. But here she was trying to channel the feeling she got whenever she brought on the rain or the lightning. Nothing.

Then there was a heavy thud not far from her and she jumped with a start. A sword vibrated from the force as it stuck out of a tree. Thank all the gods listening that that tree did not belong to a dryad, or they’d all be dead meat. Then another young man who seemed to have this troubled look about him came over and apologized. Jolie smiled good-naturedly and waved her free hand as if to brush it away. “My every day is a bad day, so don’t you worry. I’m Jolie.” She sheathed her sword in the scabbard that hung from her black belt. Jean shorts in January and her purple camp shirt had the sleeves rolled up. Her golden curls were let loose today, hanging a handbreadth below her shoulder blades. All in all, get rid of the sword and she would look like any other California girl. When in fact, she rather didn’t like California and longed to go back home to the wilderness of Alaska. She was an odd one, but she was trying to fit in. She used the fact that her hands were now free of weapons to extend one to shake the hand of the young man, hoping he wasn’t some typical rough and tough Roman who couldn’t be nice if you paid them to be.

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Alberto feel bad when he saw the girl jump, he really had not meant to scare her. After all he hadn't really noticed her when he had thrown the sword, he guessed he had to keep his feelings more in check then he was these days.

He saw the girl smiling to him and he frowns as he look at her, not being used to people smiling to him in such way.  He takes the sword out of the dead tree and moves his cold hand over the blade slowly, making crystals of frost over it as he did so.

When she held out her hand he stare at it for a moment then look up at her. He did not shake her hand though, simply look into her eyes instead. "Alberto... nice to meet you. I rater not touch you, the last time I did so.... someone got hurt." He said slowly and moves a step back from her. Then holds up the now frozen sword.

"I have this problem with my powers... I mean I have all this uhm coldness inside of me. But I have honestly at times no idea how I am supossed to control it." He then said slowly and look at Jolie. Maybe it is the fact that he don't really have friends or that she seem to be one of the few that is not scared of him.

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Jolie watched interestedly as he made his blade frost over. She was transfixed on the ice crystals until she snapped herself out of it and held out a hand to shake. Had to be polite. He didn’t take it though. She glanced at the frozen sword and then it dawned on her. If he was training with powers to hone them, chances are touching his skin was a bad idea. So she didn’t take offence to it. She just dropped her hand back to her side and smiled. His words confirmed her thoughts. “Pleasure is all mine, Alberto. And I understand.”

He stepped back and raised the frozen sword and she too took a step back to give him room. Instead of swinging the blade, however, he spoke. She listened intently. Then nodded when he finished. “I know exactly what you mean. I’m a demigod, but my dad is a demigod too, so I’m also a legacy. My direct powers are hard to control. They are by touch too, so usually I just… wear gloves.” She shrugged. “I don’t know how to stop them, so it’s the best I can do. The legacy ones though… those are crazy and I have no stopper to control them at all.” She fiddled with the hilt of the blade at her side. “So I know what you mean. A power inside that just comes out whenever it feels like and there’s nothing you can do. It’s hard. So…” She nodded to the sword in his hand. “I’m going to hazard a guess and say Boreas or Khione. Except there’s absolutely no breeze here, so… I’m betting on Khione.” She smiled as though this was some fun guessing game where she could win a trinket prize like at a carnival or cheesey tv show. “Am I right?”

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Alberto give the girl a small smile when she said that it was a pleasure to meet him. Well that was diffrent then people normally said, "Uhm, thanks" He then told her. It was a thanks for understanding why he would not take her hand, normally people didn't understand why he was like he was so it was a good difference when they did.

He give her a look as she talk and then move the sword down again and look at her. She wear gloves, his eyes go to his fingers for a moment. "Humm i dont think that would help with my problem." He then mostly mutter to himself.

He nods slowly when the girl talked about his mother. "Yeah.. that's mummy..." he then said and shrug his shoulders.  "Khione... that is." He then told her and then moves his hand up and consentrate on a small spot on the water puddle nearby, and makes it freeze. "Sometimes I am good at it.. and others it just spirals out of control.." he then said as he looked at the small ice he had made in the middle of the puddle.

"So.. your a legacy? Who is your uhm parent?" He then asks and glanced sideways at her. 

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Jolie thought it unusual that he had seemed to taken aback by her telling him it was a pleasure to meet him. Odd. Well, sad and odd. That was, it automatically made her mind think he wasn’t accustomed to people saying that. Similarly, she gave the same reaction when people wanted to talk to her for something other than what her powers could do for them. She watched him curiously as she finished her mini talk about her own powers. He spoke quietly and thank goodness that youngster a little ways away was at a breaking point in attempting to control his power with sheer volume of voice. She caught what he said and nodded. “Yeah, can’t work for everyone, I guess.”

Ah ha, she got his parentage right. She’d heard a lot of stories of Khione and frankly, the woman scared her a bit. Which was surprising considering Jolie was from a place where there were only a few months where snow was not part of the daily routine. Well, not that surprising. If one lived in snow, they knew better what it was capable of. Being stranded in it was dangerous. Sometimes fatal. However, Alberto here didn’t seem half as scary – in a good way – as she thought of the snow goddess. That was reassuring.

She watched him as he made a puddle freeze. She smiled. “Bravo! What a neat power!” Jolie nodded as he confessed that sometime it went out of control. “Know the feeling, so I’m not judging.” He glanced at her and asked her parentage. She tugged at the gloves, wondering if she should confess her ability. She was so used to people just assuming that meant they had a personal nurse and therapist. No. No, she would tell him. “My mother is Angerona. Goddess of healing pain and sorrow. My father’s mother is Tempestas, goddess of sudden storms.”

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Alberto made a face when she applauded his power, his eyes were widnes slightly and his mouth hung open for a moment. No one had every said it like that, people always seemed more scared then anything when he showed off his powers. He soon get back to the earth though, and closed his mouth slowly and blinks to her.  "Uhm, thanks..." he then answer her, "I'm sure your power is...neath as well.." he then answer her, God he was so awkward it was not even fun.

His eyes go over her as she seem to hesitate, it's one thing you pick up when you are alone almost all the time. How to read people, see how they act and even see when they are nervous.

"Hey... you don't hav...." he stopped mid way when Jolie spoke up again. "Wow... that is quite the mix, you must be quite uhm.... powerful?" He then asks and give her a hesitated smile. Normally he just gave short nods and just talked like nothing bothered him, but Jolie seemed to understand him and had maybe not the same trouble as him when it came to his powers, but she still seemed to struggle. 

"Should we combine our powers and make a snow storm?" He then asks her and give her a small smile, hoping that it would make her smile a little.

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He looked genuinely surprised that she had applauded him. It was… unusual to think of. She laughed softly when he thanked her. “Not laughing at you, I promise. You’re just rather charming. I couldn’t help it. But… you’re welcome.” She shifted awkwardly. “It’s… useful. Some of it, at least. The rest is a real pain.”

He asked about her own parentage and she hesitated. A little battle went on in her mind, but the honest side won, so she told him. He commented that it was an interesting mix. She shrugged. Powerful? She never thought of herself as being powerful. She laughed softly. “If I could control it, I might be!” she said with a laugh. She liked this Alberto fellow. He was nice. He seemed really hesitant about making friends, but hopefully he would get better. He seemed the sort that would be a good friend.

Then he suggested they make a snow storm and she laughed at the idea. It sounded so fun! “Yes! Though I’ll have to master my storm powers first. Right now they just kind of come at dramatic moments.” It was true. She had been really sad once and it had poured down rain a solid twenty minutes before she got ahold of her powers. Thank the gods it didn’t flood, but the training field sure was muddy. Now she had Nicholas helping her. Okay, and she was training on her own, mostly wanting to impress him. He was so nice, yet at the same time, a hint of mystery. She really wanted him to like her. And now she wanted Alberto to like her too. Not the same way as Nicholas, whom she might be harboring a crush on. No, she just wanted to be friends with Alberto. Even just in this short time, it felt like perhaps both were coming out of their shells a bit.

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Alberto give the girl a look as she laughs, he wasn’t used to people laughing at him, sneering yes. Even the occasional comment that made him feel alone, but no one ever really laughed at him, so he must have looked very uncomfortable and surprised because the girl in front of him said that she wasn’t laughing at him, he bough the sword down against the ground and tilts his head a little to the side just giving her an unsure look as she talked.

Charming? Him? Well that’s new.

The smallest of smile form on his face when she said that her gift was useful but a pain at times, well that was how he felt so he could really relate there after all. He nods slowly and grins “well, then we are in the same boat O guess… because at times I cannot control my powers either.” It was the truth and he would never deny that, after all he would maybe always have a problem with his powers, he was 18 now and he still couldn’t fully control them, and it made him wonder if he ever could. “Dramatic moments? How in the world does storm power come out at dramatic moments?” He then asks and look at her a bit unsure, after all what kind of moments would there be a storm when something dramatic happen.

“Like if your broken hearted or something?” he then asks a bit curious, “or maybe you have to do as me… get really mad to really control it, when I’m scared or sad my powers spiral out of control, but if I am really focused or really mad it’s controllable.” He then add, before he lets go of his sword, letting the now glittering sword fall to the ground, he moves his eyes away from the girl and stare at the sword for a moment, then take out his hand and stare at it intensely making the ice melt again, at this moment he didn’t even hear the wind or anything because he was concentrating deeply on the sword.

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Okay, she officially felt bad for laughing. Kid looked like he had seen a ghost. Well, except that ghosts were common here. So maybe he saw a Greek. That was something uncommon in the utmost. Jolie tried to reassure him that there was nothing wrong with him. That, in fact, he was quite right. He told her how he could relate and she smiled. “See? So we might both feel alone and odd, but here we are proving that neither of us are alone!” She told him about her powers with the storms and he, understandably, questioned it. “Just like really strong emotions. My dad was great at controlling it since he was a direct descendant. I’m second generation, so it’s harder.”

He asked if being broken hearted did it and she sighed and nodded. “Definitely. I had someone tell me that using my other powers to help a young child in need was doing more damage than good and even that caused a rainstorm.” She kicked the ground, feeling weird admitting all this. Then he spoke of getting really mad to control it. “It’s worth a try, but I don’t know how I’d get that mad. I can’t think of something to trigger it, you know? But it’s a good idea. How do you do it?”

She watched him as he let go of his sword, coated in ice as it was, then reached for it. Curious, she leaned in to see. The glimmer of the sword lessened and she realized the ice was melting off it. Her eyes lit up, emotionally reactive as she was. “That was wonderful! Bravo! Oh, I want to try!”

She closed her eyes. Focus. What would make her really mad? Well, the only thing she could think of was that the Fates had ruled she only just meet Nicholas Robinson on his deathbed. It was completely unfair. How could they possibly be so cruel. She focused on that. She focused hard. The chill she got around him because he was dead. The inability to touch him at all because he was dead. The fact that not even her powers could help the sorrow in his soul because he was dead.

Unfortunately, true to form, it was sadness that came rather than anger. There was a bit of anger, but not enough. Just sadness. She closed her eyes tight against it. Dead. Gone. Forever. Nothing but a shadow. Forever.

The sunshine of the day eased away as the sky clouded over with rain clouds. It was only a matter of time before the first drops fell.

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Alberto stares at the girl in wonder as she speaks. Such a gentle soul among the soilders that was in this camp, he let's his eyes look at her and his ears doing the job they were meant for as she spoke. He nods when she said that she was second generation, this made the girl alot more interesting to be honest after all he had mostly keept himself away from people in such a long time, and meeting a nice honest person like this girl was rare for him.

He gives her a sad look when she said the next part. He had laid his hand on her shoulder if he could but he really didn't want to end up hurting her so instead he simply listed and looked at her when she spoke.

He tries to offer her some advice and then gets the question of how he does it. For a moment he thinks before he answer "I go deep within myself and consentrate, you know the place between anger and happiness... I try to focus on the middle and realky focus... or I get really mad and somehow control it." He give her a small smile before he shows her on his sword. He was only able to melt the snow when he was really concentrating.

He then open his eyes and look at her as she tries herself. He study her for a moment then sees the clouds,

He glances at Jolie and said "that is sadness... get mad... angry, have no one ever made you mad? Like a boyfriend that rescues you again and again making you feel weak? The fact that half of our parents is someone we might never see, and the other half is either dead or our there somewhere alone? The people that was lost in the war because of stupid reasons?" He yells at the end trying to get her mad. Not really sure if he is able to. He glances up at the clouds and waits

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Jolie felt right at home now. Alberto was nice and she had a feeling he just had issues with social stuff like herself. ¬¬¬She was very shy and didn’t ever think anyone could understand her, and she had a feeling that was what plagued this young man. Which, in Jolie’s mind, just made her want to be friends with him. He was a good listener. She wasn’t used to that. And he had good advice too, at that rate. She asked for further clarification and listened closely. It was a little confusing. She watched as he melted the ice caked on his sword. She still wasn’t positive how he did it.

She tried and didn’t feel anything. Nothing really happened that she could tell. She didn’t feel different. She couldn’t find this place between anger and happiness. It was such a strange concept, she found herself pondering its meaning instead of being able to really try it.

A voice came out of nowhere and she opened her eyes. Sadness? But she wasn’t sad. She was confused, more like. She looked to the sky and there was a cloud or two, but she had seen a few clouds before this training session started. Maybe he thought more highly of her than she deserved and credited her for those. She was about to correct him when he kept going. He started yelling at her, throwing out ideas of tons of different things that might make her mad. The boyfriend jab was useless as she knew Nicholas would never demoralize her. She didn’t feel weak. She didn’t care about the gods enough to miss them and she still wrote to her father in Alaska and she knew him well enough to know he was happy. The lost in war thing kind of hit home, because she couldn’t touch her boyfriend because he died in the war and was a lar now. But that was a sad feeling, not a mad one. She knew he died honorably, so how could she get mad at him?

She was determined to prove herself though. She somehow thought if she could just prove herself, he wouldn’t assume she was weak or lonely or depressed. So she tried a different route. The old ‘kill them with kindness’ saying. She thought of the happiest thing she possibly could think of, her eyes tight closed. She thought of her father, of the last birthday she celebrated with him. They had made a messy cake together and had to eat it icing-less because they had attacked the homemade icing with spoons while the cake was still baking.

No, not good enough. She thought of Nicholas. They hadn’t been together long, but there was that one time they had been talking and he had referenced something that meant a lot to him. For you see, when he was dying in the war field infirmary and she was doing what she could to alleviate his pain as the doctors worked, her hand had gotten muddled in a bit of his blood and she hadn’t noticed in the rush of the moment. She had been pressing her hand to his chest to try to drain the pain. And since his lar form was in the same shape as his dead form, the uniform he now permanently wore as a ghost… had her handprint over his heart. And once when they had been together in the woods, he referenced that print.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice how the sun was beating down warmer than ever. She didn’t open her eyes, so she couldn’t tell, but every cloud in the sky had dissipated.

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Alberto stare at the girl as she seem to try and figure out her power, he tried to help her with advice even with yelling at her but it only seem like all of that made her think harder. He tilts his head a bit to the side and stare at her for a moment, trying to figure her out. But he soon finds out that is very hard. Since he do not know her.

He cross his arms over his chest then glances up at the sky watching the sun appear and the clouds disappear. "Well... not really a storm... bit I'm guessing some of the others quite enjoy the sunlight..  " he then said with his usual sarcastic tone and grins to the girl.

He then uncross his arms and picks up his weapon and looks her over. "I'll make sure to find you the next time I want to become nice a tan." He then said with a small laugh. "So I'm guessing your not a mad person then? Like at all? And also, what exactly were you thinking? Because whatever it was... it wasn't angry though." He then asks and gives her a look with a small smile on his lips before he makes a move with his hand making a close by pound into ice and then watch it melt softly in the warmth of the sun.

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