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[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.]
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Summer started and the number of campers both old and new were growing by the day. Everyday Loki went to the edge where most campers came in and waited. He saw many people he knew and greeted them all with the same this-isn't-my-real-smile-but-I-don't-mind-you-so-you-get-this-smile smile. A few of his good friends came and they got a warmer welcome from him, but none were exactly who he was waiting on.

Gabriel said he might be getting in late, So Loki stayed out well past dinner time waiting. He was just about to go into the mess hall to see what scraps he could knick from the kitchens when he heard something through the mist.

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