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A Bunch of Things

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A Bunch of Things

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Hello! It's been a really long time since I've cast some lines out to see if I've got any takers - I hope to meet some of you all, and get a good story rolling. :) I've been RP-ing for a long while now (since I was but a wee child on Fanfiction.net, so like, 10+ years now???), but have recently come across more free time that I'd like to spend doing more writing.

I'm in the Pacific Standard Timezone, and can usually post on a daily basis. I can do at least one post a day, or more, depending on how the days go. But before we get to the meat of things, I'd like to outline some boundaries and expectations.

Boundaries & Expectations

• No Smut: I will not be writing detailed sex scenes, sorry! Characters can totally have sex as part of their development, but I prefer to leave it insinuated, or else use the Fade In/Out method. Casual displays of affection is OK, but nothing beyond that.
• No Excessive Gore: Violence and blood is all fine and dandy, but unless it's required for the story to make sense, I prefer to avoid very explicit, hyper specific descriptions of physical, bodily harm.
• Post Length: Definitely no one-liners for me. Consider something around low-Advanced, high-Casual level. I would prefer chunkier posts (~3 paragraphs on average), but I understand that sometimes it's not possible. I usually match whatever my partners give me, but I have been known to get really carried away sometimes (multi-page long posts lmao) - so flexibility is important! And on that note...
• Flexibility: I have no preference in playing whichever gender, but I do value variety - so if the story requires multiple characters, I would like to have the freedom of choosing what gender I would like all my characters to be, rather than be restricted to one or the other.
• Romance: Not necessary! This feels rare enough in the 1x1 genre that I wanted to point it out explicitly. I'm totally willing to play wholly platonic relationships. Of course, I'm still open to romantic character relationships as well.
• OOC Communication: I'm not expecting constant small talk, but open communication is a must for me! In my experience, healthy discussion = healthy RP, so I would like for my partner to be, at least, accessible in that way.
• Historical Accuracy: I am not a historian. I'm not going to be a stickler for this. If we mix up the Victorian and Regency Eras, that's fine. Qing Dynasty and Ming Dynasty? shrug. I do, however, draw the line at outrageous mix-ups, especially if we're doing a specific period piece (i.e. Unexplained laser guns in a medieval RP).

And that's about it! If anything else crops up, I will be certain to let you know as we go along - but this is a good starting point. Now, onto the fun stuff!

Interests

* = Indicates special craving, the more stars, the stronger the craving.

Fandom (Though, there's not much lol)

***Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild:
- Link/Zelda
- I'm game for either character!
- Pre-Calamity or Post-Calamity is ideal, I imagine that both would be an angst filled wonderland. :)

Pokémon
- No canon characters though. OCs in the world is ideal!
- Nuzlocke RP?

Percy Jackson
- OCs only.

Original

***Pirate Captain/Pirate Captain
- Consider the Pirates of the Caribbean/Sinbad aesthetic. I'm thinking that two pirate captains - possibly rivals, possibly some pretty big names - through a series of unfortunate events, get a cursed thrown onto them. A curse bad enough that their crews abandon them, and they lose everything but the clothes on their backs. The whole RP would be about them doing two things: one, getting rid of this god forsaken curse before it kills them; and two, getting Their Shit Back and Kicking Their Traitorous EX-Crew's Asses. There'll be lots of sleuthing, old magic, wily ocean creatures, some survival aspects, and good ol' fashioned swash-buckling fun!

Pirate/Officer
Pirate/Mer-Whatever
Famous Person/Indifferent-As-Fuck Person
*Cryptid/Human (Anything, vamps, were-somethings, demons - I'm game)
***Selkie/Human (This could be so cute pls)
A.I./Human
A.I./A.I.
Childhood Friends

**Any period/historical piece (excluding world wars/contemporary history)
Perhaps...A rich character who is so used to the comforts of the privileged has finally done something that has made their parents finally snap. To teach their belligerent progeny a lesson, the parents send them away to live with their significantly poorer friends. These people are peasants of some sort (occupation pending) who take the character under their wing. Naturally, this family has a child round about the same age as the spoiled brat. They don't hit it off too well at first, due to a disparity of class. However, just as they were beginning to grow closer, the parents swoop in with intentions to take the rich character home and marry them off to some noble.

And that's it! I'm also 100%, totally, and completely open to hearing any pairings/ideas that you have! Just hit me up with a PM and we can talk about it. :)

Cheers!
Kanga

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Several things happened at once, which took Oliver a good couple of seconds to process. First, Chiron had started to speak, explaining that the reason their Capture the Flag had gone so badly was because there had been a dragon. Instantly, Oliver was wondering how on earth he’d even missed seeing that thing. What had he been doing?

Then, as the dining hall practically exploded into a ruckus of murmuring, with some asking loudly about the council and the oracle, Oliver felt the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise. He frowned, looking around the relatively tiny Hecate table and trying to figure out what was going on as Chiron was answering the questions people were asking him.

Okay, those shadows were definitely moving.

Oliver’s gaze quickly flitted over to the larger Hades table, a purely confused look on his face as he scanned the crowd to see who, exactly, was trying to pull a fast one on him (or at least, he hoped it was a fast one, it was hard to tell with any of the kids from the Big Three). Then, when his attention landed on a girl who looked to be glaring at him, he blinked.

Oh, so he had been staring at someone on accident, then. Uh, he wasn’t sure if this was really the appropriate response but he wasn’t about to sit around and get swallowed up by God knows what – especially now of all times!

“Ex-cuse me, miss!” He called right over at her, hardly caring if anybody else hear him as he squirmed a bit in his seat, trying to avoid touching the creepy darkness, “Would really appreciate it if you didn’t try to kill me before breakfast!”

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@Nightfury Kat Ooof, that is crazy! Don't worry about it, take your time, haha :)

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@Nightfury Kat Sounds good!

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@Nightfury Kat Hahaha, nope! It was just an open invitation to whomever wanted to take the bait. Feel free to have Penelope notice if you want! :)

@Gate Keeper Yeah, I agree. We just gotta get through this little bit since visiting other tables at the dining hall seems to be a taboo?

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@Nightfury Kat Still around, but Oliver isn't really interacting with anyone atm

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Hecate’s table was always rather empty, mostly because it didn’t seem like his mother was as keen to get it going with the humans as the other, bigger Gods. So, Oliver found himself seated at what was basically an empty table as he watched Demeter’s boisterous cabin head lead a crew of kids into the dining hall, and then as a couple of Hades’ kids trickled in, followed by Ares, the Aphrodites and so on.

Where were his siblings anyway? Sneaking off somewhere to test some highly dangerous potion? Knowing one of them, Oliver wouldn’t be surprised. The other was probably still sleeping in…and that was about all the Hecate kids that he knew about. Oh well, nothing he could do about that!

Sitting up a bit, he picked up his goblet and cleared his throat a bit. “Apple juice, please.” He said, waiting a moment for the goblet to fill up with the sweet, amber liquid before bringing it up to his lips to take a long sip.

He should have brought something to do. Now he was just getting kind of bored waiting for the food and for Chiron’s inevitable lecture. Oliver propped and elbow up on the table top and leaned his cheek against the heel of his palm, casting his bored, bespectacled gaze around the increasingly noisy dining pavilion.

Maybe he could just break custom and head over to sit at a busier table. Maybe pretend to be an Apollo kid. Zeus, if he was feeling suicidal. Nah...maybe Aphrodite? He snorted out loud at that, grinning at himself. Right, like he could ever fit in there.

Then, realizing he was smiling rather stupidly at nothing (and probably accidentally staring at someone), Oliver cleared his throat a bit, adjusted his glasses and took another sip of juice.

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It felt like his legs were going to fall right out of their sockets at any given moment. It was still early in the morning, so not very many people were up yet (not that he expected very many to be, after a Capture the Flag like that). He hadn't been able to sleep in his bunk, so he'd ventured outside and was sprawled out on a spot of grass in the middle of the quiet camp. As usual, he'd been roped into the game, but had generally used his typical strategy of 'staying back and slacking', but something about yesterday seemed to spur him on more than usual.

Oliver turned onto his side and squeezed his eyes shut. His head was pounding. Too much messing around with the Mist to try and disguise himself yesterday probably. It was always harder to convince demigods as opposed to regular folk.

He stayed like that for a while, enjoying the cool air and soft warmth of the morning sun as it spilled slowly into the camp. Eventually, as more and more people emerged, toting various degrees of injuries, Oliver opened his eyes and pushed himself up. It sounded like breakfast was about to get started. He debated skipping breakfast, but his stomach gave a growl in protest to just the thought, so that was that.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed himself up onto his feet and began to follow the steady, but thin, stream of people as they headed to pavilion. He was still dressed in his pyjamas - a plain, white t-shirt and some orange Camp Half-Blood sweats - as he trudged along, bits of grass and dirt clinging onto his back and hair. Food. He just wanted food. Then probably sleep for the rest of the day.

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Welcome back zelda! Don't worry about it, and Happy Belated Birthday! :)