Test run for Camp Half-blood

[notactuallynorse]

[Loki is sitting by the lake, polishing his daggers quietly. It is a very nice day at the camp; the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and no one can see the perfectly hidden trap Loki's laid for any that may approach him. A simple mixture of pain, natural foliage and a pressure plate will cause whoever approches him from behind to become covered from head to toe in bright orange paint.

It matches the shirts, after all.]