"Welcome to the Fifth Cohort.." Dakota says with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, dumping his third sugar packet into his Kool-Aid as you all sat for dinner. You just arrived at Camp Jupiter, and with no reccomendation letters, you landed in the Fifth Cohort; also known as the absolute worse Cohort. He doesn't look very excited, grabbing some more sugar packets and dumping them in his goblet full of Kool-Aid; at least, everyone but you knew it was Kool-Aid..

Well that was for another time: now was time to thoroughly and fully terrify legionnaires and get them ready for everything else that was going to come their way. Dakota took another long drink of the gods forsaken kool aid, sighing and going to eat a bit off from his plate. Seemingly reminding himself that he did have a job and that he could not be taking down time from introducing you and getting you prepared- what with the bewildered look on your face common with newbies.

“Ah, don’t worry your little head off, the monsters don’t start trying to climb up the walls until after 9pm, and then after that they only sometimes can get through the Barracks doors.” Dakota spoke, half joking. The monsters could indeed get through into Camp Jupiter due to their lack of magical border around Camp itself, New Rome got the cool border of safety. But it was always nice to psych a newbie out with the idea that they’d be sleeping next to a Hellhound if they were unlucky. A nice little joke for when Gwen wasn’t around to scold him.

Dakota wasn’t the most happy go lucky guy ever, he just kinda was a guy and that was real of him. He liked his job and loved the legion but also was a teenager in charge of other teenagers and like any good teen craved to see the fear on one’s face. In a friendly, joking manner of course, his legionnaires still got to slack on trench digging for a reason. So.. maybe the 5th won’t be terrible, or maybe it will be, whose to say.