alarickratos

[alarickratos]

"Me? Hittin on you? Why the way ya been undressing me with those pretty eyes of yers? Like I'm some piece a meat..." He made a sad face, resting his forehead on his fist. While again flexing his arm for show. Not holding the facade long before that grizzly smile was back across his face. Taking the reply as a green light, he extended his hand to take Cosmo's. "Not just like everyone else? Oh puppet I have a feelin me name might sound sweeter comin off those lips. Go on...call me Alaric." Still holding to Cosmo's hand. If the guy didn't mind the tarnished palm or the gentle yet securing grip on him. The pleasure of flirting was something Alaric did not get to enjoy in his line of work. When it wasn't a job itself at least. This felt...refreshing. Cosmo bringing a new and inviting air into camp. "Care to join me for dinner?" Nodding over to the Mess Hall. "Know this high end restaurant not too far away. Practically can just walk in and get a table."

Having a guide felt nice and Alaric was definitely easy on the eye. At least his time here at camp was already looking up, not that it was bad when he first got here. "How lucky am I ta' have a guide so charming as you? I feel like I should be thanking your parents or something." Was there a patron god of luck? Maybe Cosmo should reach out to them instead. His lips curved even further into a smile when Fitz said that he could see his lineage. "Easy there fella, I'll start thinking that you're hitting on me." Not that he would have been bad if the other was. In fact, he would actually encourage that type of behavior around him. "Don't know if I wanna be just like everyone else just yet, but can I just call you handsome for the time being?" That was still fitting. "Darling if I let a little blood or grease stop me from touching a hot man I'd still be a virgin."

#xcosmo (aphrodite)

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#muse

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Alaric felt his brow arch harder than ever before as Henry seemed so amused by his lose. "Never said I was. Just haven't had much competition thus far." He was never one to be so arrogant to believe he could be undefeated. Survival in his line of work wasn't about being unbeatable, it was about picking your fights. Knowing when to draw blade or sink to the shadows. Even know his lose did more to inspire him than wound his ego, if any. The tease was set so Alaric could only give it back. "Ay. Maybe if ya didn't spend so much time at the pool ya wouldn't keep landing on yer arse in a fight." Though he might have came off a bit drier and pointier in his delivery.

He leaned back onto his hands not seeming to mind the closeness beside him. They have been physically closer in the past so there was no issue there. Well that wasn't the issue if any of this point. It was odd, seeing Henry. Someone so familiar and still a bit of a stranger. Had anything changed in this time apart? Alaric was still trying to decide. "I see ya got better with the flying. So I guess yer not completely just sittin around." Noting the improvement as he wasn't plummeting to the ground time.

admittedly, the remark was remarkably witty and earned a playful eye roll from henry. banter and clever retorts were apparently part of their dynamic now. but given the history between them, he wasn't exactly surprised. "you're probably right. it'd be a shame for a ravenous beast to devour every inch of your body," the english royal replied, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. he shrugged and lifted out of the pool without even so much as lifting a single muscle. the lessons with felix has helped tremendously with honing his innate ability to fly. "careful, i heard some sharks function just as well on dry land."

his eyes widened with interest upon hearing about alaric's supposed defeat at the hands of the son of ares. henry was unable to stop himself from chuckling. "so you aren't unbeatable after all." he made the bold move to proceed sitting next to alaric on the edge of the pool. "you got beaten up by that cute little redhead? what i wouldn't give to watch such a spectacle unfold," he teased, elbowing alaric's arm in the process. "not like i can do any better, so i'm sure you did your best." henry let out another laugh and sighed. so far, combat has proven to be rather difficult for him.

#xhenry {zeus}

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Feral beast that he was Alaric was still an Irish Gentleman at heart. So he took the gratitude with a smile and nod, "Anytime. Didn't have much of a guide when I came round, so only far I keep ya from gettin too lost." His accent seeping deeper into his words as he watched the other over give him the once over. Flexing a muscle when caught the gaze hit his arm. Only able to smirk at the confirmation of linage. "Aphrodite? I can see it." Maybe it was the aura of his mother that made Alaric comfortable. Enough so he couldn't help but offer more than he'd given most in an introduction. Like his full name. "Alaric Fitzgerald. But everyone calls me Fitz. Son of Karatos, God of Strength..." Starting to extend his hand but then retracting. "...I would offer me hand but can't say I'm presentable at the moment." Wiping blood on his pants not wanting to tarnish the other.

Do people normally look like this? Cosmo couldn't help but let his eyes wander when he saw the state in which Alaric was in. Considering that he wasn't the type to physically fight someone, it would be useful to have someone like him around. "Thank you! You're my guiding light." Mead. He was going to have to write that down later or find a way to commit it to his memory. Cosmo's tongue briefly licked his own lips before he finally moved his eyes up to look at the other man. "Cosmo Fenimore. I guess around these parts it's customary to say son of Aphrodite." Not that it was important. "And who might you be aside from a dashing devil?"

#xcosmo (aphrodite)

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Alaric per usual looked like he was coming from a fight. Spending as much time in the arena as the sons of Ares' that helped run it. It became his second home on the grounds even though his cabin was just as much a training course. But even with his own enhanced defenses the guy still had to eat. And usually when he was hungry he snapped an arm off of anyone that stopped him. Yet something about this smile (and that peek of skin under the crop top) sated him a bit. "Ay, mead I imagine." He assumed not so much hiding his shameless glance. "Speaking of somethin appearing absolutely sinful, who might ye be?"

location: on his way to the cabins from the mess hall

not knowing much of how anything worked around here, cosmo took a pause and placed his drink on a nearby bench. then he quickly checked himself out in his compact mirror and decided he looked good enough for a quick conversation. dressed in a cropped red playboy shirt and light cargo pants while his underwear poked out seemed appropriate. "excuse me," he reached out to the nearest person, smiling softly over at them. "do you know what this alcoholic beverage is called? they had it out in the mess hall and it's absolutely sinful." he meant that in a good way.

#xcosmo (aphrodite) #nice shirt...I see what you did there tehehehe

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Alaric had been pretty much MIA while he recovered from his match with Corey. Ares' kid really rocked his shit and he was just getting back to feeling his wrist roll without a popping sound. He came to a stand still doing that very motion of rolling his wrist as Henry spoke up to him from the luxury of the pool. "Not afraid. Just heard there be sharks in the waters and thought it safer to stay dry." Cheeky humor delivered pretty dryly as he looked to the only person in the water. "Respectfully decline the swim. I got knocked on me ass by the Ares son. Need to get back into the motion of things."

The fight was glorious even as he blacked out from the last swing of Corey's blade. He had to give much respect and praise to the kid. But the fight should Alaric he had room to grow and needed to keep up with the vets. And it wasn't by prayer alone. It wasn't an arrogance or some need of power. He just couldn't allow himself to be the one to hold the others back in the battles to come. "But I guess I could spare a minute for a soak." Oddly already barefoot he just needed to roll his pants up and take a seat on the edge of the poll. Letting the water level rest just below his knee.

closed starter for: @alarickratoslocation: big house pool

being in the water proved to be a lot easier than flying in the sky. or in henry's case, trying to. maybe he should have been a son of poseidon instead. swimming was a far more enjoyable activity in his opinion. the blond kicked up and allowed his body to float for a bit, gaze set on the gray heavens above. after a minute or two, he found himself lost in thought about what to do next. camp was an entirely different world. a stark contrast to the one he was born and raised in. henry let out a sigh, unsure even where to start figuring out how to rescue a kidnapped deity. zeus has been anything but helpful lately, but perhaps liberating the king of the gods from his current predicament might result in a favorable outcome for the both of them.

only when he heard an all too familiar voice did henry snap back into reality. he was quick to swim over to the edge of the pool and greet his visitor. "don't tell me the great alaric fitzgerald is afraid of a little water," the english royal teased with a cheeky grin. "aren't you going to join me?"

#xcorey {ares}

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"To help ya blokes strengthen yer cores. That's important work." He kept the ruse up for a moment longer before rolling his eyes and dropping it. It was a force of habit to keep things close to the chest. But it didn't seem like those rules should apply any longer. Throwing his hands up in defeat

"Okay, ya got me. Officially I'm ex British Intelligence who was discharged and now do work as a mercenary. Unofficially I still work for the crown but would be disavowed of any ties if exposed." He paused lost in thought for a moment. "I wonder if they declared me dead or sent a kill team by now..." Shrugging it off.

Alaric couldn't say he agreed with the whole gossip train. Sounds like a bit of waste of time to him. Though he wouldn't ruin everyone's fun unless he felt he was overly exposed. "Ha! Aye me hook can be a little deadly these days." Flexing his fist a bit. "But we heal fast so ya shouldn't be too worried, right?" There was something equally excited in his voice and eyes. "I'm sure ya got a few tricks of your own."

"What personal trainer has experience that could add value to our cause?" It wasn't lining up for Corinth, but on the other hand it made no difference to him. Fitz would have every opportunity to illustrate what he truly meant. Who he truly was. War had a way of exposing the truth.

"We love spreading rumors around here." The majority were true at least. "It's one way to stay distracted between disappearances and death. I prefer to stick with liquor personally."

Watching Fitz express his pride and passion left Cor feeling fired up. "I have to see this. ... 'already dreading the thought of taking a hook straight on from you." The guy clearly had the strength and skill to pack a wallop. Leave Corey seeing stars. "Excited too."

#xcorey {ares}

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He smirked, "Nah. Personal trainer actually." He winked back. Because a real merc never spoke about being a merc. Though he didn't put up much a defense for Corey not to see through his lie. "Whatever would make ya think a gentle soul such as I would be into mercenary work." Scoffing a little too dramatically.

Playing off to change the subject he stretched his arms a bit as if loosening some muscles. Doing so unknowingly raised the end of his shirt and exposed the peak of a jockstrap. As any decent fighter should wear. "Gossip blog? Gods, you people really have tabloids here? Perfect. Hopefully I won't have to hunt the eejit down for exposing me deeds."

He couldn't help but smirk. "Seems you and me ex have common taste in weapons. Me? I had two glaive's modded and bond by a chain." Folding his arms with a bit of pride in his baby. "Trying to wield it on two sticks, just couldn't get the feel for it."

The way Alaric shot a curious gaze his way, Corinth was bummed his shoulder wasn't ready for another round. In good time, this spar would definitely be worth it. "So you're not an... accountant, back on earth?" The red head teased with a smirk. "You do give a mercenary vibe..."

Did Fitz wear panties? Cor couldn't imagine, but he wondered if word of his victory had some similar effect. "Hopefully the gossip blog doesn't air out your laundry." Cor did want to know the details, but respected a gentleman's approach. "I had a mess with an ex to tidy up when I first got back. ... With that settled, it should be cool to have some fun."

"Great swords. I got a new pair recently. How about you?"

#xcorey {ares}

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Alaric tensed his eyes and rose his chin a bit. "Maybe." Sounded like he might finally found someone in his weight class. A challenge is something any good fighter sought for. The thrill poured off of him like a warm breeze. "Oh yer gonna be a fun one in the ring. I can see."

He could imagine most weren't built for this kind of fight. True it was not his normal playing field but it was not his first war. "Nah. I think you buggers need me around. I come with a little bit of experience and that can always help in a fight." Not so much cocky as knowing he could be beneficial to their cause. "Good to know it has made word around camp. Not one to kill and tell but I'm sure ya kind find yer own. Tell em how ya won the championship and the panties will just drop at yer feet."

Truth be told Alaric wasn't the most adventurous. But he didn't fight the spell that was put on them that hard. "What sort of weapon do ya use?" A fighters dick measuring contest to ensue.

The threat was all too familiar, but a welcomed one. A song that played on repeat as long as the warrior could recall. "Not to ask how much you bench, but... can you lift over 700 lbs?" It only made sense that the child of strength would outmatch him.

Cor's brows lifted while Fitz read off a list of events. "Enough to make you run for the hills or stay permanently." It seemed Fitz had chosen the latter. "Thanks for the update. Threesomes... somehow this is the first I've heard of it. I really did miss out."

Camp had been so tense before he'd gone. Corinth almost lost hope in his fellow demigods to let a little freak flag fly, as the Gods intended.

#xcorey {ares}

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"Good. I'll want you in top condition when we fight. Can't have ya crying that me win is a fluke." Beyond fighting a son of Ares there was also the chance to beat a champion. It would be an honor to fight Corey and a true victory to cherish. Plus he was an unknown opponent so Alaric could go into the fight putting chance to the test. It would be glorious.

"Aye invasions, threesomes, fights that turned into sex...it was an interestin second week I can say that much. But we killed a couple a big threats so maybe they'll be some peace for a beat." Wishful thinking. It was usually when you thought things were at their quietest that the real noise started.

Fitz's words helped Corey feel more confident. Apparent in his golden gaze and beaming grin. Talking with scholars, magic users, or even healers could leave Corey feeling incomplete. Unlike aligning with a fellow warrior. Alaric seemed just as enthusiastic. "That can be arranged." He agreed, before catching himself. "Maybe tomorrow, once I'm in tip top shape again."

If Alaric pressed the matter, Cor would ignore his troubled shoulder. War wouldn't wait or show mercy after all. While rolling his opposite shoulder, he laughed at Alaric's joke. "I'll take all the sympathy I can get." The attention always felt good.

"I heard there was plenty of action happening here. So we can both be jealous." And Corey certainly was. Selfishly, the tournament had been exciting and offered enemies he'd never faced before. "I did win. By the skin of my teeth, at times."

#xcorey {ares}

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"Oh?" He felt something special about the other but Corey was a bit bolder in speaking it aloud. "Careful there. Ya'll make a poor bloke blush from such flattery." That Irish charm in his words and soft laughter that followed.

Alaric was a gentle titan. Call it his European charm and manners bred into him. But there was a beast under his quiet presence. One that came out when a fight was before him. Like a heat that came off him when he heard Corey was the son of Ares. It made perfect sense. "Ares ya don't say? I would love to get you in the ring sometime..."

There might be a little of the feral energy from the prior week still lingering inside of him. As the invitation of a fight while he still had a hand on Cor might've came off a little flirty in a way. When he mentioned his shoulder Alaric released him hoping he didn't apply any damage. "Aye, sorry mate. Hope you're shoulder didn't mind a little of my attention." He laughed.

"Too bad I didn't get to meet ya before ya left. I might've tagged along." It sounded like his type of party. Even if he was just a spectator. "Still got ya pretty head attached to ya shoulders so I'd say it went pretty will surely. But does that mean I stand before a tournament champion?"

Brooding. Corey really had to stop doing that. Would godliness spare frown lines?

This newcomer had stirred Corinth out of his thoughtful stupor. After all, wasn't so often a fellow titan came around. Especially one with such good manners. A fight of the strong man egos would always be hungered, but this was surprising.

Doubly surprising, once Corinth heard Fitz's title. "I thought there was something special about you." He gasped, almost light as a whisper.

"My intuition's not abandoned me yet." He failed to stifle a chuckle. As if it were an inside joke. "I'm the son of Ares. Uh--Corey."

"I was summoned to a fighting tournament. Well... got my name in thanks to a friend. 'all went well, my shoulder just needed extra attention."

#xcorey {ares}

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Alaric had a silent strength. He didn't boast so much unless he was in the heat of a fight. Letting his skills and technique speak for itself. Only a week into this new world and he was already proving his prowess was inherited through the blood, blessed by his father even. After prayer he was gifted with even more power that helped him sink yet another victory over his prince. It violated many principles of one loyal to his crown. Finding the throne had less power over him in this new world. "Ya won't find any princess here, yer highness." Turning to rest his back against the wall he took hold of Henry's face in his grip. Firm but mindful of his own strength. "I think I'm overdue so, to yer knees if you will." A toothy grin as he held to Henry and lowered him to place. He removed his shirt first but left his pants on, pressing Henry into the pulsating bulge in his crotch. "Really like the view from up here."

the sore frustrations and bitterness from his loss were quick to disappear. alaric was an incredible warrior, one who deserved to gloat once and a while for his prowess in the battlefield. even prideful little henry could admit that. "hands behind your head? my favorite pillow princess wants to stay still and give me all the fun?" he asked, unable to stop himself from teasing alaric a little. truth be told, henry looked forward to reigniting the flames of the past. he led the way to the zeus cabin, pleasantly surprised to be met with a pair of luscious lips once the two of them reached the threshold. he returned the kiss with equal passion, running his hands through alaric's curly dark locks in a tender fashion. "up the stairs. or do you fancy doing the deed here? choice is yours," he provocatively suggested, already starting the process of stripping down.

#xhenry {zeus}

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Alaric stood still like a statue on the road. His thoughts away from his body while still aware of what was in his line of sight. This wasn't his first battle, wasn't his first war although not a war that would be know to the masses. There was always a war brewing behind the veil of public knowledge and Alaric fought within it. Knowing that his own country would discard him if he failed.

There was always something hallow about the war he fought for country. Yet the fight for this camp felt more worthwhile that any victory before. The land was scared but they already moved to repair. Together. Alaric never thought he could find home with a war and yet here he stood.

In the way of others it appeared. The collide didn't do much to jeer his position but he did feel the impact. Turning slightly to great the other with a smile and apology. "Don't think nothing of it. Shouldn't be'a standin in the middle of the road like that."

He put a hand to the redheaded stranger's shoulder as he turned. Moving out the way of others but staying within the ginger's space. It was odd, Alaric felt something in common with the other as he touched. But he couldn't tell the connection. "Back you say? Guess that would be why I haven't seen ya around before. I'm Fitz, son of Kratos."

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location: near the infirmary

Wounds healed. For demigods, the statement was doubly true. At least for physical wounds. No matter how short or long their stay, the ability to heal faster than mortals was a gift no demigod took for granted.

Given this new perspective, after half a decade fighting, Corinth still noticed some wounds mended faster than others. His skin would appear flawless by the end of a battle, while a broken shoulder, ankle, or knee might linger at least a day.

The warrior left the camp infirmary feeling better. The healing was less annoying once the magic soothed and numbed certain areas. Not necessary, but Cor felt deserving. Life was uncomfortable enough.

Uncomfortable, as so many had been lost to trials or simply moved on. None of them stopped fighting in their own way. At least Corey knew that of Silas.

"Ah, sorry." He muttered, having bumped behind a man... who appeared almost larger than himself, despite them being the same height. "Still trying to... chill out, now that I'm back." The redhead grinned.

#xcorey {ares}

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Alaric could tell the guy was still fired up. Maybe he was feeling just as feral wit this new heat wave dominating the camp. So be it, he wasn't one to let down a challenge but it felt like Tucker might also need the win. Though Alaric wouldn't make it easy. "Ok big guy if you want another go then let's go." He ignored most of what came out of his mouth before because it sounded like nonsense. But he heard something of interest. "Street fighter ya don't say? Maybe we should throw some blows after this. Or just pound it out."

To be fair that last line could have a double meaning and he couldn't say he was against either way. So he went in for another bout but it appeared Alaric was at his limit this time around. A muscle cramp let Tucker get the best of him and pin his shoulders to the mat. Alaric on his back with legs around Tucker's waist in a more than compromising position. "Looks like ya win this round."

tucker helps himself up, thank you very much, as he didn't need fitz's help in any capacity especially after being so thoroughly manhandled. "i know my limits! double down: all or nothing: anything goes." he says, pushing alaric more forcefully than initially meant (not that it mattered --- the man was a wall, that much was true). the contact had left him charged with nothing but a new kind of adrenaline, even if he was running on empty --- the kind he'd only felt when his tempers had flared beforehand.

the protein bar smacks against tucker's chest as he stances up once more, staggering himself around alaric like he's about to pounce.

"self taught!" he proclaims, almost as if it's a good thing, "although i did get a bit of stagetraining for my role in abc family's teen-thriller jesus christ superstar adaptation... and, well, who doesn't like street fighter." his talkative demeanor stays all the while, even if he's still ready to quite literally tear the other man's head off.

#xtucker {hades} #I made two rolls for Tucker in Alaric's channel #tehehehe

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"Nah, might need to throw in the towel on ya." He smirked, getting to his feet and helping up Tucker if he needed it. Kid gave it his all but he could tell Tuck was hitting his limit. No need to push himself too far. Plus after having his crotch in the guy's face he needed to cool down himself. Still feeling like a bitch in heat this week.

"Take any sort of self help defense class before? Yer moves feel a lil...practice with no use." Trying his best not to be offensive. Knowing that not everyone received everything with the same intention. Alaric could just tell there was something hallow in Tucker's moves. While adorable for the effort he made nonetheless. Grabbing a protein bar and toss one to Tucker.

he huffs and he puffs but it isn't even sort of enough to shake the absolute mountain of a man that alaric seems to be --- even when tucker seems to be getting a leg up, it's almost as if his pre-choreographed moves were even more choreographed.

"best of 7," he says, scrambling to his feet and putting some distance between the two. it doesn't take a genius to see he's desperate, clearly sweating behind the dirt caked onto his face. tucker rhee could do anything, and this was simply another to-do to be checked off of his list.

#xtucker {hades}

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"Ay. It'll be cool to see ya in action one day." Eagerly excited to see what powers the rest of the team had. It was the solider in him that needed the piece of information to know the strengths and falls of others. Everyone had their weakness, even him. It was good to be aware so not put your team at risk. He picked the chain up again and started to swing it around like he would his weapon. Starting to wonder if he should use this for training instead so not to continue to leave a bloody stain of his opponents. "So what's been like around here queen gnarly? One big party?"

"that's me! queen gnarly, royal party of one." not that she was insecure of much, but her power was probably holli's favorite thing about herself, and she loved how it centered her as the life of the party in even the most unexciting of places. and yeah, it equalized the playing field some. she laughed while alarick worded and reworded his question. "depends on if i want to be slurped up or not. if so, i always have enough juice for the squeeze. i can be a bottomless fountain if the mood is right. if not...well, it won't be very comfortable for them...to say the least."

#xholli {dio}