Vegas Baby! (Flint+Ava)

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It had been quite a normal day for Flint Solus up until about 8 o' clock in the evening. He'd been strolling through the strawberry fields in full leather armor, his hood pulled down so that it rested on his back and shoulders. Two flintlock pistols were strapped to his chest, where they would be easy to draw. The old guns would fire celestial bronze pellets, deadly to most types of monsters. They could even fire three shots each before they needed to be reloaded. The pistols had some Ancient Greek names to them, but Flint had ignored those names and chose his own. His guns were known as Bonnie and Clyde, names that anyone but a Hermes kid would find ridiculous.

At his belt was his stygian iron sword, Bane. It was the first weapon he'd ever used at camp, and it still worked well for him to this day. The weapons had saved his life on countless occasions, and he was grateful to have them. The ordinary evening in the fields came to a halt when a group of satyrs scampered past the son of Hermes. He stopped one of them and asked what was going on. Apperently a group of new demigods were at the camp border, and there were a number of monsters pursuing them. Flint ran at heightened speed, a skill bestowed to him by his father. He reached the border and saw a number of empousa swinging swords at a young boy and girl, younger than Flint. Behind the empousai was a huge hellhound, who was tied down to a tree, for reasons Flint wasn't sure of. The young man ran at the empousai, drawing his pistols. It took two quick bullets to slay the first empousa. Now there were two more of the vampire ladies heading for him. One swung it's talon for his head and he ducked, the talon taking off a small piece of Flint's hair. Flint yelped and lashed out with his sword, stabbing the empousa in the stomach. It fell and Flint allowed himself a moment to feel achievement. It was then that the final empousa barged into him, launching him through the air towards the hellhound. The son of Hermes collided with the huge black beast and heard a roar. Then everything went dark.

Things were cold and dark for a second and then Flint could see again. He was no longer at camp, instead he was in a city. The hellhound must have shadow-travelled him there. Flint was fortunate to be alive. He got lucky with the first two empousai, and he wasn't sure he'd have been so lucky with the third. He looked around to see the huge canine charge down the Vegas strip. Vegas. He was in Vegas. Flint groaned and lay flat on his back.
"You have got to be kidding me".

He had a long walk home ahead of him.

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The Vegas strip was, quite possibly, the last place that Ava wanted to be in the present moment, or any moment for that matter. The lights, noise, and general debauchery of Vegas were directly opposed to everything Ava understood best. The blatant sexual advertising made her even less comfortable as she strolled down the the Vegas strip. The first thing Ava would do when she returned to New Rome was find one of her favorite coffee shops, or perhaps Densen's bakery, and settle down for a small, peaceful snack and have a warm cup of coffee in silence. The thought kept her walking, dodging through crowds. Raising her head above the large mass of people around her, Ava picked out her destination. An unfinished hotel, halfway through construction. At least, that was what the mortals saw. Ava was capable of seeing the glory that was known as Fort Bacchus, a Roman outpost set up to keep an eye on monster activities through Las Vegas. The fort wasn't, in truth, all that much. It was built as a mixture of a traditional Roman fort and the various areas of the hotel that had halted its construction after Rome learned a few ex-legionnaires were somewhere in the chain of command for the company in charge of finishing the hotel.

Ava's eyes flickered off of the Roman outpost as she heard a strange noise behind her. People were screaming, and not in a "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" sort of way. Ava turned quickly, her hand flying to the Imperial Gold dagger at her side. The crowd was beginning to part in front of her as tourists yelled and attempted to get out of the way of something massive. Ava could see glimpses of it, darting towards her as people ran around. The creature seemed to be close to the size of a large grizzly bear, and it was definitely just as fast as one. As the last people jumped out of its path, gods knew what the mortals saw in the monster's place, Ava came face to face with red eyes and a dark coat of fur, nearly pitch black in color. The beast's fur did little to cover up the muscles beneath, however. The hellhound, as Ava was sure that was what it was, growled in a deep tone at her, taking a cautious step towards her.

The Imperial Gold dagger in Ava's hand suddenly felt as though it was a toothpick compared to the mound of demigod-eating canine standing in front of her. The beast lunged towards Ava, apparently feeling the same way that the daughter of Somnus did about her weapon. Ava quickly rolled to the right as the hellhound barreled past her, skidding to a stop a few feet away and turning back to face her again. Ava readjusted her grip on the dagger, her eyes flicking over to Fort Bacchus, still a good two blocks away. Ava wondered if they had noticed the calamity near their front door yet, or if any reinforcements had been mobilized to eliminate the monster threat near the Roman outpost. The hellhound growled, ready to pounce again at Ava. The daughter of Somnus wondered if rolling out of its way would accomplish anything now. Could old hellhounds learn new tricks?

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Flint wandered up the strip, wondering if he'd see anything in the array of pawn shops he drifted past. There were odd trinkets, antiques, and what could only be decribed as artefacts. Some of the pawn shops in Vegas were more like museums, buying and selling history on a daily basis. Working in a pawn shop was quite an appealing life choice for Flint. It required intelligence, skill, people skills and common sense, attributes Flint knew he somewhat had. However life at camp came first. He needed to watch out for his friends, and if a war with the Romans came, Flint would need to fight, as much as he wouldn't want to. The Roman-Greek feud had gone on too long, and Flint didn't see the point in it. He just wished his superiors could see the same.

A thought occured to him. The hellhound was loose in the streets. Probably because of him. It could cause some serious damage. Flint broke into a sprint, running in the direction he'd seen the beast dash off to. He came near a hotel under construction when he saw a girl dodged the hellhound, dagger in hand. She looked fierce, and Flint wasn't sure if she was Greek or Roman. Maybe she was neither. All Flint knew was she'd need help. Flint drew Bonnie and Clyde, smacking their barrels together. Gears shifted and twisted, and the guns were automatically reloaded. Flint ran at the hound, firing four shots when in range. He holstered his guns now, as he was getting in close, and didn't want to accidentally shoot the girl. Flint drew Bane, ducking as the hellhound swiped at him with it's paw. Flint swung upwards with his sword, hoping to take some skin from the beast.

Not knowing if he'd made a connection with his sword, Flint backed away, looking to the girl. "Thought you could use a hand", he called to her. It was then that the hellhound struck him with it's paw and sent him hurtling down the street. He landed on his back and skidded to a halt. Luckily his tough armor stoppe him from getting badly cut. He stood again. Bane had gone flying into a furniture store when Flint had been hit by the hound. He drew the pistols once more, ready for action.