NEW RIORDANVERSE RP (title pending) (3/3) | CLOSED (stalkers welcome)

Cocking her head to the side, Acacia looked straight on at her new acquaintance. "How…? Never mind, it doesn't matter." After a moment of orienting herself with where the cabin in was, she had another thought. "Are there any kids on blue who can… do that? Check where our flag is?"
That other Athena boy jogged up, a grin that irritated her on his face. "Hey kiddo, you ready? Chiron's gonna blow the horn to start any second." His armor fit well, nothing out of place or crooked but his eyebrow, raised in question.
"Don't call me that," Acacia snapped, not bothering to answer his question. his cocky arrogance, the way he talked down at her as if she was five years younger– it made her so mad…
save it. we can use the madness.
He shrugged. "Sure thing…kiddo." He chuckled and sauntered away.
Glaring at his back for one more moment, clenched her jaw and mentally wrapped up all the anger. She turned back to Rain, hoping the answer to her question was 'no'.

She pressed her lips together. "Ah. Oh well, sounds like he wont be a problem."
At the head table, Chiron clacked a front hoof on the wooden planks of the raised deck. "If everyone is ready," he began, raising a horn as if in toast. "We will begin!"
Several campers cheered to acknowledge their readiness. A few Aphrodite campers groaned, complaining they didn't have enough time to get their armor on without damaging their nails.
With a nod, Chiron lifted the horn one more time. "Blue and Red teams, to your territories! You have five more minutes to get sorted out, then I blow the horn and the game will begin!"

(its cool man, happens to me all the time)

Staying quiet and observing the others and how they planned, Acacia wondered at the best way to put herself to good use. Defense, she could easily set up traps with whatever she could find; she'd done that plenty at her various hideouts before coming here to Camp Half-Blood. On the other hand, she itched for combat.
She lifted her chin, a subtle sign that she was about to speak. "Hey." She waited a few seconds, letting a handful of eyes turn to her. "I can set up traps quickly, ten minutes tops. Then go out on offense; I can kick some ass."
At the affirmative nods from the apparent leaders of Red Team, her stomach twirled in anticipation.
I get to to what I do best; set traps and kick ass.

In the minutes before the horn sounded through the camp, Acacia rigged three traps; two tripwire snares and a tripwire that caused a net to fall from above. She had to borrow the net from some other camper, not having enough supplies or time to make make one. As soon as the horn blew, she finished the very last knot on the second snare and drew her dagger. Acacia had found a lightweight sword in the weapons shed, but left it hanging in its scabbard; she wasn't much for swordplay. She had been recommended to not take point and to stay off the front lines, and that suited her just fine. She was more of a stealth-until-spotted girl, then move into quick-and-deadly mode.
The cheers and battle cries of her teammates echoed from their base point and the rest of their territory. Her nostrils flared, eyes wide. Her adrenals were up, making her fingers twitch around the grip of her dagger. If she was lucky, someone would drop another weapon like a bow or second dagger, and she could be even more efficient.
Hey, we cant maim anyone…or kill them.
Yeah. Lets go.
A dangerous grin parted her lips as she rushed on quiet footsteps toward the enemy's flank, hoping to come up form behind and snatch the flag before anyone noticed.
Time to kick some ass.

A voice in her head, whispery and tickly. Grab the flag, run. Rain's got your six.
Acacia inhaled sharply, stopping her quiet run in its tracks. It took her three seconds to process, two more to make an action.
Crazy-ass Persephone powers. Fine, I'll trust you.
The silly Aphrodite girl was making faces in the mirror as she fussed with the stands of hair framing her heart-shaped face. She huffed in irritation as a tiny breath of wind pushed them out of place. Her back was to the flag, and to Acacia.
Her plan had worked; taking the rear flank area, she had only encountered one boy, who she trussed up good and tight in a tree after whacking him on the head. Now, she crept forward, not bothering to check for Rain to see if she was actually nearby keeping watch.
The flag was a ten-foot wooden pole, about an inch in diameter, with a three-foot square of blue canvas zip-tied to the top. It leaned against a large rock, providing cover Acacia could sneak behind.
She registered all of this in an instant, keeping her feet creeping toward the flag. She reached around the boulder, secured her grip around the pole, and–
Yoink!
She pulled it into her chest, getting a grip with her other hand. It had made plenty of noise, alerting the Aphrodite girl, so Acacia knew to hightail it out of enemy territory. Her legs blurred over the brush, through the reaching briars, over a stump, almost to the creek.
The Aphrodite girl had summoned help– four kids, two of which she was sure were Ares and one or two others Apollo were one her tail, the blond ones closing in fast.
Running with the flagpole was difficult, but oh she was fast. The Apollo kids were on her heels, but couldn't quite get close enough to tag or tackle her.
She had some teammates around her now, cheering her on. That manic grin came back, lighting up her face.
Almost to the creek, almost, almost…