hadriel | [Video] backdated to the 29th because I suck

[A blonde fifteen year old appeared on the screen, with the clinic in the background. He had a sunny, relaxed laziness to his demeanor, like a cat content in a sunbeam.]

Most of you may not have met me yet, I'm Will Solace, I arrived a few weeks ago. I'm working over at the clinic. I'm a surgeon, although I sincerely hope none of you ever need my help.

[Will really hopes everyone keeps their limbs attached, and their organs on the inside. Already, this place seems a lot calmer than Camp. No one's gotten maimed or anything.]

I wanted to let everyone know that Dr. Lee Rosen passed away earlier. The clinic will still be open of course to anyone who needs help.

[Will keeps glancing around, almost like he expects trouble, habits die hard. Especially those habits ingrained to keep you alive. No monsters yet.]

To that end I'm trying to fulfill his requests. Who is Frisk?

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How are you doing on food? And in general? Dr. Rosen... Lee

[Will stumbles, still trying to figure out what to call. Guess it might not matter anymore]

He wanted me to check on you. Make sure you were eating real food. How's your five basic food groups?

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It only gave me more questions, really. What do you mean, people like you? I'm guessing you're a healer as well, but..?

I figure. I'm a half-blood, half human- half god. On my father's side. He gave me my skills in healing and medicine, among some others like archery,but medicine's my main talent. Kids like me? We can't stay in the regular world, it's too dangerous, things like monsters, kind of like the ones here in Hadriel, flock to us. We smell great. So, those that are found and survive, are brought to Camp. To learn how to survive and train. Sometimes accidents happen though.

[Will knew he was leaving out a lot, but he didn't want to overwhelm Pell. He was also fairly certainly he didn't need Will's entire life story, or the story of the wars between the Gods and the Titans, or Gaea or any of the other stuff that's happened over the past few years. Maybe it would come up, maybe it wouldn't.

His hand went to his necklace, a few clay beads each depicting a different design on a leather cord.]

We get one every summer, it marks another year you survived.

[ Pell, to his credit, follows along rather well. It's straightforward enough, really, since he obviously believes that there are worlds with monsters. What gets his attention is the gods part... he's used to gods toying with him, both at home and here. He can't imagine actually being related to one.

He leans in and peers at the beads, but when he straightens back up his question isn't about them. ]

Do you know your father?

[That was a loaded question if he ever heard one, but also an innocent one. And truth be told, one every half-blood wanted to say yes too. Of course they wanted to know their divine parent. Have them be proud of them. Or at least acknowledge their existence. Something besides 'Oops.' Being an 'oops' was great for self esteem.'

Kind of? I never actually met him as him. I've read books, I know all the stories, sometimes he answers prayers and comes in dreams. But recently? Well, Zeus, he's kind of the king of the gods, he's in charge of everyone? Well, my dad really pissed him off. So now he's stuck in this 15 year old mortal body and.....that's actually the first time I met him.

He passed out after getting beat up by thugs and chased by monsters and I nearly killed him thinking he was still a god instead of a regular mortal.

So, I guess that's a complicated answer to your question. Does it help? You don't seem surprised by the whole Gods thing. But I guess you've been here for a while, right? It's probably second nature by now.

The "whole gods thing" is... complicated. There's the ones here, yes, but I think I'm getting my strings pulled by someone god-like back in my world, as well. I was just wondering what yours were like.

Mine are.....very involved with their own problems.

[Was that the polite way of putting it? Yes, yes it was.] Usually when they come down to see us it's because they need something. Something bad's going to happen, or they lost something or somethings malfunctioning, or they need us to pick up their godly dry cleaning.

I guess though, if your strings are being pulled by someone back home? Sometimes you have to figure out what you can do and what you can't. Gods are powerful. You can't fight against fate or prophecy directly. I don't know how it is where your'e from, but where I'm from? A lot of times when things look pretty dire, it's not always correct. It could be, but fate's tricky like that. It likes to twist and turn and is never exactly what you think.

Fate and prophecy aren't really... things, back home. At least not that I know of. It seems like there's just Thiede, doing what he wants with the rest of us. I didn't realize the kind of power he had until my best friend showed up here and told me I wasn't actually dead. And then... [ He waves a hand, looking vaguely disgusted. ] My life isn't my life.

I'd prefer being told to pick up dry cleaning.

[Will laughed, it was a soft, happy, relaxed laugh.]

That sounds familiar too. Even the not dead part. I don't know what your life is or what it will become, but getting to realize that your life isn't your own? That I get.

It's not a fun leap but once you accept it, you can work within those rules. You can't fight against a rope if you refuse to acknowledge the noose around your neck.

[ Pell's head tilts to the side curiously. What on earth has Will been through? ]

How does one fight a god?

[One day maybe, they'd talk. Share. Will had been through a lot, although nothing in comparison to some of the others at the Camp. He'd never been the direct subject of prophecy, just caught up in the wake.]

With great difficulty and the right weapon.

[ Pell smiles then, faint amusement. ]

The right weapon, hm? You can probably tell I'm not the one who should wield it.

[Will laughed softly and smiled.]

Weapons come in all shapes and sizes, Pell. Anything can be a weapon if you know how to use it. It doesn't have to be a physical object.

[ Pell's greatest weapon is himself, not a physical object, but he thinks he probably needs to be honed further before he could fight Thiede. By mind or magic. ]

I'll remember that, then.

Good. And remember this. Gods can be killed when what they stand for no longer exists or their seats of power are destroyed. In my world, Pan faded, when there were no longer enough Wild places in the world. Or if the seats of the Gods, mount Olympus is destroyed, so with it the gods.

I hope that helps you when you go back.

[Because as long as Will was concerned, it wasn't an 'if'. They were all going back.]

I don't know what he stands for -- most of the ones who worship him in my time don't know his true name, and it's for being the progenitor of our species. But it's possible that will change, too.

Maybe it will help.

[ He doesn't comment on the when rather than if... as terrible as it is in Hadriel he's content to stay for awhile longer and suspects that isn't the case for Will. ]

Are you trying to destroy gods yourself?

Names have power. He's probably smart to keep it secret. Being your progenitor wont change. But, they can be overthrown. Happened to my Great-Grandfather. Just because they set things in motion doesn't mean that can't change.

I don't kill Gods, no. But some bad things have happened in the past few years that caused some to be all but.

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