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Location: Lacrosse Field.
Interacting With: Nora Gales (@Blizz), Anastasia Hopkins (@MarshiestMallow).
Special Mentions: Marco Costello & Maria Costello (@LostDestiny), Ignatius Llywelyn & Theodore Colbeck (@MarshiestMallow), Daniel Murphy & Sawyer Lockwood (@Moro).
Wearing: Cheer Uniform.

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"Oh, hells yeah..!"

A little skip coming to her step, pulling her only slightly ahead of Anastasia as the two of them walked; Eretria spun around in front of her. Coming face to face as they continued to walk. Her steps carrying her backwards. While the sentiment about starting out the year with a bang had been appreciated; part of her was still a little anxious. It was a good idea, of course, but when you had someone like Ignatious on your squad, there was always the possibility that the phrasing could be taken a little too literally. And in a number of ways. The last thing they needed on the first day of school was an incident, or to be reprimanded. Though, she had faith in her squad.

They'd never let her down before... why would any of them start now..?

"We're gonna make this one a year to remember- let's come out the end of it as champions..!" Giving her friends hand a light squeeze, head turning long enough for her to cast a glance back over her shoulder at where they were going; it was only when they'd neared the cheerleading booth that she came to a stop. Retracting her hand back into her body, and not a few moments later, her attention was being drawn towards the sound of a familiar voice joining them. The gentle smile on her friends face causing her own to grow. Helping to light up her gentle features, and she stepped forward. Reaching her arms out to wrap around the back of Nora's neck long enough to give the girl a warm hug, "..depends on who you're asking for, Nor."

Chuckling softly, her hands drawing to her hips, though her stance remained relaxed and open as it almost always was; Tria chuckled softly. Her head giving a light shake before she actively began to look around the area they were stood in, "..I saw Gavin this morning before school; but I don't know where he is now. I haven't seen him since I got in. But I did see Danny, Damien, Marco, Maria, Theo and a few others just before... they were... uh..."

Pausing a moment, chewing lightly on her lower lip, she drew up onto the balls of her feet. Casting yet another glance around, though this time in a single direction before she eventually gave up. Instead motioning over to where she could vaguely remember seeing the group, "..they were over that way, somewhere. And why do I remember..? Because they were talking about food. And I came with Sawyer this morning. He ditched me as soon as he heard the words leave their lips. So I assume he's at... well, one of the food trucks here."

Shrugging her shoulders with soft chuckle, and a light shake of her head; she brought her attention back over to Nora, "I don't know about any of the others though, Nor- I missed homeroom. But I mean, if you wanna stick with us; the others pretty much know they can find us here at the cheerleading booth."






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Location: Girl's Bathroom.
Interacting With: Samantha Rhodes (@Moro).
Special Mentions: None.
Wearing: Outfit.

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"..cancer was never part of the plan..."

The words tumbling from her lips before she'd had the chance to give them even a moment of though; Sasha's gaze focused after another moment or two. Rising slightly. Enough that she was finally able to meet her best friends eyes through the reflection in the mirror. It was almost funny, really... how something so small as a deformity in her genetics was able to change life so drastically. And not just for her, but for so many people around her; and hell, it was just a handful so far, she hadn't even thought about telling the rest of her friends. Her class. The people she worked with. Not like that was really a conversation she wanted to be having with any of them; but she couldn't put it off forever. Eventually, it was going to come out. She knew that.

Turning her head after another moment, her attention drawing up to Sam from over her shoulder, it wasn't long before her body was following suit. Twisting around to face her best friend completely; she let her arms snake out and around her middle. Hugging her tightly, almost as though she were a lifering keeping her from falling below the surface where she knew she would end up drowning. Sammy was-... She was a Godsend. There was just no other words for her. Ever since she'd found out; she'd been so supportive. Right there by her side through pretty much everything. And if she was being completely honest with herself, she wasn't sure what she'd do without her, "..I just... wish everything could go back to how it was- before I ended up in the hospital... because I hate this."

Voice muffled slightly as she spoke, head burried in against Sammy's collar bone; it was a few moments of silence before she pulled back. Her arms relaxing slightly as she lifted her head to once more meet with her gaze, "..two years, Sam... at least- and that's only if the medication actually works..."

That was two years... Two years of feeling tired, and run down. Of dealing with nose bleeds, nausea, getting dizzy; and feeling like total crap after going in for her chemo. It was a lot to handle, and even if she made it through to the other end, there were still no guarentees that she was going to remain cancer free for the rest of her life. People relapsed all the time. Not that it meant she was giving up. Cancer was never in the plan, but then again, neither was dying, "..sorry... I just-... I just want to be normal again..."



"𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒... 𝓉𝑜 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝓅 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝒻-𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹."

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R O L E P L A Y N A M E
New Blood Rises

I N S P E R A T I O N
∞ Percy Jackson (Books & Movies)
∞ Greek Mythology
∞ Roman Mythology
∞ Norse Mythology
∞ Egyptian Mythology

G M
Vicier

C O - G M
∞ MarshiestMallow
∞ Metanoia
∞ Moro

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C A B I N S
  • Cabin #01: Zeus (King of the Gods)
  • Cabin #02: Hera (Queen of the Gods)
  • Cabin #03: Poseidon (King of the Sea)
  • Cabin #04: Demeter (Goddess of Agriculture)
  • Cabin #05: Dionysus (God of Wine)
  • Cabin #06: Hermes (Messenger of the Gods)
  • Cabin #07: Athena (Goddess of Wisdom)
  • Cabin #08: Ares (God of War)
  • Cabin #09: Hephaestus (God of the Forge)
  • Cabin #10: Aphrodite (Goddess of Love)
  • Cabin #11: Apollo (God of the Sun)
  • Cabin #12: Artemis (Goddess of the Hunt)
  • Cabin #13: Hades (King of the Underworld)
  • Cabin #14: Persephone (Goddess of Spring)
  • Cabin #15: Morpheus (God of Dreams)
  • Cabin #16: Hecate (Goddess of Magic)
  • Cabin #17: Iris (Goddess of the Rainbow)
  • Cabin #18: Thanatos (God of Peaceful Death)
  • Cabin #19: Tyche (Goddess of Luck)
  • Cabin #20: Nemesis (Goddess of Justice)
  • Cabin #21: Eris (Goddess of Chaos)
  • Cabin #22: Deimos (God of Terror)
  • Cabin #23: Phobos (God of Fear)
  • Cabin #24: Boreas (God of North Winds)

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C A B I N C O U N S E L O R S
  • Cabin #01: TBD
  • Cabin #02: TBD
  • Cabin #03: TBD
  • Cabin #04: TBD
  • Cabin #05: TBD
  • Cabin #06: TBD
  • Cabin #07: TBD
  • Cabin #08: TBD
  • Cabin #09: TBD
  • Cabin #10: TBD
  • Cabin #11: TBD
  • Cabin #12: TBD
  • Cabin #13: TBD
  • Cabin #14: TBD
  • Cabin #15: TBD
  • Cabin #16: TBD
  • Cabin #17: TBD
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  • Cabin #19: TBD
  • Cabin #20: TBD
  • Cabin #21: TBD
  • Cabin #22: TBD
  • Cabin #23: TBD
  • Cabin #24: TBD
  • The Hunt: None

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P R O L O G U E
"Oi, you lot..!

Ya look a little lost, are you new..? Ah... just arrived, I see. Well, I wouldn't worry too much; I know that it might be a bit overwhelming at first, but people slip into a rhythm pretty quickly around this joint, I can tell you that. I did- my friends did. You will too.

Hm..? Oh, you want some advice..? Huh... uh... I would have to say, my advice to you would be to have fun. Enjoy it as much as you can, and for as long as you can, because life here isn't always going to be so carefree or easy. I mean, just look at why we're all here. We're special- our parents are Gods... Goddesses... that doesn't come without its downfalls. Their enemies become yours; their battles become yours. Our lives are hard ones, we're basically their little soldiers, but, at least personally, I believe that it's worth it.

Look, from this point on, this camp is your home- the people you meet here, we're your family. And whether you decide you want to live here full-time like me, or just chill with us during the summer; it's always going to be that way. But I won't lie... we aren't without our quirks. Everyone here is different, and yeah, there are some who won't be quite so welcoming - if I were you, I'd just steer right clear of the Hades cabin - and you will need to be careful not to cross anyone too badly. Hell, even the biggest cinnimon roll can turn out to be dangerous around here. But again, try not to stress about it to much.

I have to head back to my forge, so I won't have time to give you a full rundown on the place, but know that you aren't going to ever be bored. There's always something going on that'll catch your attention, whether it's one of the activities, or even if it's just the Aphrodite kids gossiping. Even still... I'll give you a quick heads up about some of the cabins, and the type of people you find living in them. The Ares kids, well, majority of them are straight up pricks... they have anger issues, and just love picking fights. The children of Hermes have sticky fingers; well, a fair few of them do anyway, others aren't so bad. But pretty much all of them enjoy pulling a good prank or two. Oh, and if you ever find you're having trouble sleeping, I suggest you stop by the Morpheus cabin; best sleep you will ever have in your life.

Right, well... the fires of my forge are calling. Those swords won't fix themselves. Feel free to stop by anytime; the door is always open."

⧿ Ky' vie Morgan; Daughter of Hephaestus

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C A M P H A L F - B L O O D
C A M P I N F O :
Camp Half-Blood is a Greek demigod training facility which is located on the Long Island Sound, New York, and is directed by the Greek God, Dionysus (also known by campers as Mr. D), and Chiron, a centaur who along with the leaders of the camp, co-ordinate activities for the demigods who chose to live there. The camp has magical boarders, which are re-enforced by Thalia's tree, the Golden Fleece, and the dragon, Peleus; their magical powers helping to protect the camp and everyone in it from that which threatens to harm them.

Described by all who know about it as being the only true safe place for half-bloods to live in harmony, and without fear of their lives being in danger; Camp Half-Blood is also the Greek counterpart of Camp Jupiter, a Roman camp which is located in San Francisco, California.

Demigods living within the camp are provided with comfortable accommodation in cabins which are built by their Godly parents, are able to enjoy meals with their friends in the dining pavilion, and are, in some cases, given higher responsibilities if they have shown they deserve such. Though all campers are free to spend their time however they wish to, Camp Half-Blood does offer a range of many different activities and areas in which they may enjoy. These include, but are not limited to: the training grounds, the climbing wall with lava, the amphitheatre, the stables, the armory, the forge, and the Big House.

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒:
Though the camp is well known among the demigods and their parents; mortals throughout the world are unaware of its existance. As such, the cover story for the camp is as the 'Delphi Strawberry Service' - a reference to the Oracle of Delphi herself.

C A B I N I N F O :
Unlike the days past when camp only ever offered sanctuary for the children of the great twelve Olympians; the protection that Camp Half-Blood offers - thanks to an unbreakable promise made by the Gods themselves - now extends to children of those that wouldn't normally be offorded such an opportunity. The camp now housing over twenty different cabins, due in large part to the increasing number of demigods living there.

Each cabin within the camp is two stories in height, with most, if not all bedrooms situated on the second floor of the building; however, this is not standard as the layout of each cabin differs, giving campers plenty of choice when it comes to living quarters. Every demigod, with the exception of those in the Hermes cabin, each get their own room which they are free to decorate in any way that they see fit.

Equipt with shared bathrooms, cabins also offer campers their own kitchen with basic appliances (fridge, microwave, stove, oven, sink, etc.), and spacious communal living and dining areas which demigods are expected to share with their half-brothers and half-sisters during their time in camp. Campers are in charge of keeping both their cabins, and anything else affiliated with their cabins, clean and ready for the weekly inspection as performed by the cabin counselor appointed by Mr. D and Chiron. For example: the children of Hephaestus are expected to both clean and maintain not just their cabin, but also the forges they use during their time living in camp.

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒:
The Lady Hera, and the Lady Persephone's cabins only hold an honorary position within the camp out of courtesy to the two Goddesses. Lady Hera being Queen of the Gods, and Lady Persephone being Queen of the Underworld- neither have demigod offspring of their own. The Lady Artemis' cabin, is also honorary within the camp, however, this is due to the Goddess being one of the maiden/ virgin Goddesses. Nevertheless, Atremis' cabin does, at times, play host to the Huntresses in her charge whenever they choose to visit.

B I G H O U S E I N F O :
The Big House is home, not only to the camps director, Mr. D, but also to the many staff that work in the camp itself (Chiron, etc.), and the great Oracle of Delphi, whom can often be found in the attic. The Big House is also the main meeting place for the leaders of each cabin- a safe place within the camp where they can come together to discuss major problems, ideas, quests, and hold general council meetings without being interrupted by other campers. It's also the one place you can always find the camps main staff, Dionysus and Chiron, as they are always willing to enjoy a game of pinochle on the front porch.

P L A C E S O F I N T E R E S T :
Camp Half-Blood has varius places of interest where demigods are free to roam and hang out. Some such places around the camp include: Half-Blood hill and the surrounding forest, the mess hall, the infirmary, the stables, the training grounds, the amphitheatre, the climbing wall, the lake, the camp armory & forge, and Myrmeke Hill.


C A M P A C T I V I T I E S :
Camp Half-Blood has various activities on offer for campers to join in on as they please. Some of the activities on offer include: Capture the flag, the obstacle tower, the chariot course, and the trial of dreams.


C A M P T R A D I T I O N S :
Camp Half-Blood has several traditions derived from its Greek roots which campers participate in routinely.


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Q U E S T S A N D P R O P H E C I E S
Quests at Camp Half-Blood can only be issued to a camper if they have met with the Oracle of Delphi, and have been given the honor of recieving a prophecy from her. A quest is one of the few times in which demigods are given permission to leave the safety of the camp, though there are other instances when such things are made possible to campers.

The demigod whom recieves the prophecy is normally automatically considered to be the leader of the quest; and while this person is allowed to pick two companions to accompany them on their journey, it is not unheard of for that person to pick more, less, or even none at all, depending on their personal preference. In some cases, the companions themselves are picked out, volunteer, or are suggested to the leader during a meeting with the camp leaders where they discuss details of the quest in question.

While a quest is something that almost all demigods stive to be apart of, there are rare times in which a camper will slip into madness after recieving a prophecy from the Oracle; however, it is unknown about what happens to the quest itself if such a thing occurs as there has not been an instance like this in years.

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A L U M N I A N D S T A F F
Set in a time after the great war for Olympus, those who helped to fight for the survival of the pantheons have all grown up, and moved on with their lives; passing the reigns onto a new set of heroes who will step up and take their place when the time comes to fight again. Some of these alumni of camp being well known figures, such as: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and the Satyr known as Grover.

For more information on these people, and more, feel free to search through the hiders below- though be sure to keep an eye out, as the lists will always continue to grow...




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R U L E S A N D G U I D E L I N E S
  • This roleplay is classed as High-Casual; and while the standard calls for posts consisting of at least two paragraphs of non-dialogue at minimum, we do value the stance of quality over quantity. Sometimes you just don't need a big show in order to get the point across.
  • In order to be considerate towards everyone in the roleplay; the maximum time limit between posts will be a total of fourteen. This deadline however can be extended with previous communication with the GMs. Should you not post by this time, we shall shamelessly spam you in order to see what’s up. Until you are heard back from, your character will be excused from any interactions they may currently be in order to free up the other characters, and will be put on a hiatus.
  • Communication is a must- consider this to be the golden rule. If you need an extension on posting, if you aren't going to be around for a time, need a break, have something going on, or simply wish to leave the roleplay for some reason or another, please let us know. It’s not only polite, but also much appreciated.
  • Have an idea for a quest, event, activity that you believe in and think others would enjoy? Please feel free to bring it up with us. We’ll most likely say yes, and will do our best to incorperate your idea into the roleplay.
  • This is a heavily character-driven roleplay. And as such, there is a requirement for all characters to interact with each other in one way or another. Every character, no matter who they are, will have their moments to shine, and interactions help a lot with this. After all, nobody wants anyone to feel left out.
  • Please use common sense when posting; and try your best to not overwhelm the IC with several posts right after the other. Allow for at least two people to post after you before making your next one. This is inclusive of posting for different characters. Collaborations are encouraged, but we ask that you don't go overboard with them as they tend to slow down roleplay if used too often.
  • We all love a good romance, and while we very much encourage relations between characters, please know that Guild Rules do apply when it comes to the more steamier scenes. When in doubt, fade to black.
  • If any situations arise between you and a particular user, we ask that you either take it to PMs, DMs or you let us GM's know to see if the situation can be resolved amicably.
  • Please leave a reaction to this post in order to let us know that you’ve read through the rules. Thank you in advance..!

𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈:
A huge thank you to our lovely co-Gm, Moro, for allowing me to use her rules as a guideline; and by extention, a big thank you and credit to Venus for being the mind behind them.























"𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓎. 𝐼𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓎."

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R O L E P L A Y E R L I S T
∞ MarshiestMallow
∞ Metanoia
∞ Moro
∞ Vicier

R O L E P L A Y E R S O N B R E A K
∞ None


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C H A R A C T E R C R E A T I O N
O R I G I N A L C H A R A C T E R S :
Characters must be OC; we shall not be accepting any cannon characters in this roleplay. Characters are not strictly limited to demigods, this roleplay will also be accepting characters who are Satyrs, Amazons', Nymphs' and Cyclops'; and while each demigod is not bound to one continent for the their place of origin, it is a must that they be affiliated with the Greek Pantheon. While both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter are brother camps with one another, with both have affiliations with the Gods and Goddesses; it's a rare occurrence for a demigod to transfer from one camp to the other, though it is not unheard of.

When it comes to making children of the big three (Zeus, Poseidon and Hades), there is a limit of two children at a time for each of them. This limit is inclusive for demigods of both camps; so for example, if you have one child of Hades from Camp Half-Blood, and then one child of Pluto from Camp Jupiter who has transferred from one camp to the other, the limit will have been reached.

Those of you wishing to play Gods and Goddesses must demonstrate a strong writing ability - good grammar, punctuation, etc. - and must please message me with the following: Name of the God/ Goddess you are interested in playing, a brief description of their personality/ how you intend to play them, and a sample post as that particular diety. All applications will be considered by both myself and my Co-GM's. If the character is accepted, then you shall be notified as soon as possible.

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒:
If you are the writer behind any of the Gods and Goddesses, please understand that by accepting the responsibility of such an important character, you reserve the right to have said character removed from your care should there be any discrepancies arise during the roleplay. Also note that all characters must be accepted by myself and my Co-GM's before you posting in the IC.

C H A R A C T E R A G E S :
Camp Half-Blood welcomes and takes in demigods of many ages, though that isn't to say that there isn't a limit. Demigods who are able to call, and who consider the camp their home usually range between the ages of eleven to twenty-five before choosing to move on- usually either venturing out into the real world, or making a home for themselves in New Rome. Should there be extenuating circumstances, however, it comes to the disgression of the counselors, Chiron and Lord Dionysus on whether they allow demigods in at ages younger than eleven. Such a thing has been done before.

Should demigods hit the age of twenty-five and come to the conclusion that they wish to remain within Camp Half-Blood, they should seek out and talk to Chiron and Lord Dionysus about joining the camp as a staff member. Should they get permission, they then have the choice of moving into the Big House with the rest of the faculty members.

C H A R A C T E R R U L E S
  • This roleplay has a limit of five characters at the maximum; however, if you feel more comfortable with only one or two, that's more than fine as well. Don't feel obligated to bite off more than you can chew.
  • Our characters are an extention of us; and just like us, they aren't perfect. Please keep that in mind during the creation process. We like to see their flaws, because it's in our flaws that we learn.
  • All face-claims must be real people; we shall not be accepting any art or anime style face-claims.
  • Character sheets, once completed, should first be posted into the OOC thread. Once you have been given the all clear from any of the four GM's, and have been told that your character has been accepted, you're than welcome to move them across to the Character Tab, and may begin posting.

C H A R A C T E R S H E E T S :
There are two versions of the character sheet that you are welcome to choose from - one is the simpler version, while the other is for those who are brave and confident in their formatting abilities. Feel free to choose between the two, and if you're unsure, do not hesitate to ask any of us. We will do our best to get you the answers that you need.

Please see below to find empty sheets to work from.

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M Y S T E R Y C H A R A C T E R S



Ever since the very beginning of summer, something strange seemed to be happening to the demigods of Camp Half-Blood, and now, two figures have appeared and seem to be watching the camp and everyone in it from afar. But not only the camp- they seem to be everywhere. Whether it's in Italy while a certain group of demigods risk their lives to catch a bird, or all the way in Australia while another group attempts to hastily convince one of their own to join them in the safety of the camp. But no matter where you see them, they seem to be shrouded in darkness; their faces unseen.

Are they Gods..? Demigods..?

The real question is: What do they want..? And how far are they willing to go...




Welcome All..! ♥
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Location: Lacrosse Field.
Interacting With: Nora Gales (@Blizz), Anastasia Hopkins (@MarshiestMallow).
Special Mentions: Ignatius llywelyn (@MarshiestMallow).
Wearing: Cheer Uniform.

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"Puh-lease..." She couldn't help it- Eretria chuckled. And with the bell like ring; the sound of her voice, as playful and as teasing as it almost always was with close friends, was once again filling the air between them. Her head giving a light shake from side to side. The motion causing her vibrant orange locks to sway back and forth behind her, while her hands drew together in front of her stomach. Occupying themselves by playing gently with the hem of her top as she spoke, "We both know that Ignatius is about as fickle as trends are... And I mean that in the most loving of ways, I assure you. It just makes him hard to predict, even in his most reliable of moments sometimes. And I know unpredictable. I scry with fire."

As her friends phone was once again fished out of her pocket; her bright eyes were drawn down to the screen. And in particular, her gaze fell to the time that flashed across it as Ana's thumb pressed against the lock button along the side of the device. Lighting it up, even for the briefest of moments, so the girl could better see any notifications she had recieved in the last few minutes. Gods... how quickly time was passing on her today. Though despite all that she'd done- despite the fact that she was late for her responsibilities to both the school and her squad; she felt no regret. Not a single one. And then again, why would she..? Could you really consider time to be wasted if you enjoyed wasting it in the first place..?

It was definitely an interesting question to pose; and she couldn't deny that she was more than curious to find out her friends opinions.

Forcing herself to depart that particular train of thought, and to instead come back to the present; Tria cast another glance over to where she had last seen Nora standing. Unsure whether or not the girl wished to be alone, or if she wanted some company, even if it was just for a short spell. Sometimes, she had to admit, it was a tad hard to read Nora. But she knew the girl well enough to know that when and if she was ready, she would approach.

Hands breaking apart; she once again lifted it. Giving another small wave towards Nora in an attempt to gain her attention long enough, Tria lifted herself up and onto the balls of her feet. Using them to keep herself balanced as she motioned over the crowd and towards the booths- and, in particular, towards the area she knew that the cheerleading booth had been set up. Wanting to make sure she knew just where to find her before she turned back to Anastasia. Her free hand reaching out to take hold of hers, she gave it a light tug.

"Come on. Iggie can catch up with us at the booth. We should meet up with the others."






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Location: Girl's Bathroom.
Interacting With: Samantha Rhodes (@Moro).
Special Mentions: None.
Wearing: Outfit.

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"..it-..."

Voice catching in her throat as she attempted some semblence of an answer; all Sasha seemed capable of doing, at least in that moment, was to stare into the mirror in front of her. Gaze focused on her own reflection. Everyone had those moments... The ones where you wished all so desperately that you could just go back in time in order to undo those mistakes. To take back that choice. This moment..? This was most definitely one of those times for her. And it was as soon as she'd sliced through her hair with the blades of her scissors, that the regret washed over her like a tidal wave trying to drag her under.

Trying to change what she'd done... well, it was like chasing clouds.

It simply couldn't be done.

Not wanting to- or, perhaps, not *able* to look at herself any longer than she already had; Sasha tore her gaze away from her reflection and the horrible, jagged cut she'd created. Instead letting it draw across. Turning her head along with it until she was able to look up at her best friend. Her lower lip quivering slightly, "..i-it was falling out..."
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Location: Lacrosse Field.
Interacting With: Nora Gales (@Blizz), Anastasia Hopkins (@MarshiestMallow).
Special Mentions: Ignatius llywelyn (@MarshiestMallow), & Sawyer Lockwood (@Moro).
Wearing: Cheer Uniform.

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One moment he was there, and the next-...

Reaching towards Sawyer as he darted away; Eretria let her mouth close. Her hand lingering in air a few moments longer than it should have, even after it was more than clear that he was long gone, and that he wasn't coming back any time soon. And really, she wasn't sure why it surprised her in the slightest. Even the softest whisper of food, and you would have Sawyer's attention. It was a spell that even she couldn't hope to break. It ensnared him in something she could only describe as a kind of trance-like state, and before you knew what had happened, it was luring him away. At least, that was, until his stomach was satified and he'd had his fill; though you could never be sure just when that was.

Honestly... sometimes she had to wonder if Spider Man was an appropriate alter ego for him. There were times when it seemed like Kid Flash was better suited. And why not..? Zipping off and stuffing his face did seem to be one of his specialties after all.

The gentle bell-like sound of her voice filling the air as she chuckled; Tria shook her head lightly. Her long orange-red locks bouncing gently over her back with the action. Her hand, having fallen during her thought process, drew across to meet the other in front of her stomach; and in mere moments, she was toying with the end of her sleeves. Biting down gently upon her lower lip as her bright gaze darted about the rest of the group surrounding her; searching - lazily at first, before she began to look around a bit more actively - for the familiar faces of her friends and team mates. If she was being honest with herself, she should have already been with them, but-...

Forcing herself to part with that particular train of thought, at least for the time being; she slid her foot back. Her body giving a quarter turn as she glanced back in the direction she'd come from. Glad that she had as her smile grew; reaching the corners of her eyes, and helping to brighten her features as she spied a few of the people she had been looking for not moments before, "Asia..!"

The hem of her skirt brushing back and forth against her thighs, it wasn't long before she was wrapping her arms around the back of her friends neck. Her lips pressing lightly against Anastaia's cheek; she took a single step back. Letting her arms fall until she was able to reach out and take a gentle hold of the girls hands in her own, "Have I mentioned lately how much I love you..? I mean, seriously. Not only did you help me convince the team to meet up, during the last week of summer no less, for practice; but you also recorded it. You're just... amazing. A life saver. Hands down. There's just, no other words for it. Fingers crossed though that Ig didn't forget to watch it, and he gets what I was trying to tell him about the transitions..."

Her gaze trailing away, taking a moment to absentmindedly look over the others around them; Eretria's smile only seemed to brighten further as she caught sight of yet another friendly face stood not far from where she currently was. And letting a hand drop away from Ana's; she instead raised it to give a quick wave over to Nora. Letting the girl know exactly where she was as she once more began to speak. Her attention eventually drawing back to Anastasia.

"By the way... have you actually seen Ig..? I'd message him, but there's like an eighty percent chance I left my phone in my bag; which is in my locker... or like, a twenty percent chance that I may have actually left it at home, on my desk... I don't remember which..."






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Location: Lacrosse Field.
Interacting With: Samantha Rhodes (@Moro).
Special Mentions: Ruby Johnson (@alexfangtalon), & Daniel Murphy (@Moro).
Wearing: Outfit.
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"I can't believe you'd skip breakfast, Damien. Hey, any specific recommendations from Brandon?"

His mouth opening slightly in an attempt to respond; it was not moments later that Damien was closing it again. The many voices of both his friends and his team mates coming at him from all sides, and all he could manage to do was smile. Hands slipping down into the pockets of his jeans as he cast a glance towards his best friend. Sharing a glance with Danny until the vibration of his phone against his hand caught hold of his attention. Causing him to pull it from his pocket so he could read the message he'd been sent.

Teddy Bear🧸💕
∞ 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎? 👀


Sasha..?

The frown already crossing over his features as he turned himself away from the group; Damien's brows furrowed together. His jaw clenching slightly, and the worry already bubbling away in the pit of his stomach as he cast his gaze about. Looking over the many faces surrounding him as he searched for the familiar one that belonged to his younger sister. Though when he couldn't see her, his eyes were drawn back down to the phone in his hands.

Damien
∞ 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎...
∞ 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑,
𝚃𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍
𝚑𝚎𝚛.






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Location: Girl's Bathroom.
Interacting With: Samantha Rhodes (@Moro).
Special Mentions: Theodore Colbeck (@MarshiestMallow), & Amanda Flanagan (@TGM).
Wearing: Outfit.

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Mad Mandy🎬
∞ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝
𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗
𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝙸'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝. 𝙸𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘
𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛?

𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜! 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. :)

Prince Ali🧞
∞ 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎
𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘, 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.


Taking a moment to read the messages over for what was the second time since she first received them; Sasha lowered her phone down. Placing it on the counter beside the basin, and her hand lingered over it. Covering the screen even long after the device had timed out and locked itself. Drama; theater... that was one particular obstacle that she just wasn't exactly ready to face yet. Or, if she was being completely honest with herself, Mandy was what she wasn't ready to face- who she wasn't ready to face. It didn't matter that, despite being the complete opposite of one another, the two of them had been close friends since their freshman year; Amanda had alway seemed to hold her at a higher standard to others. And besides... like the message said; she didn't like surprises.

The sooner that bandaid was ripped off, the better.

A heavy sigh falling out through her lips; she couldn't help the way she physically winced as she returned her dark gaze to the mirror in front of her. Staring for a moment at her reflection looking back at her. She looked like shit. Or, at the very least, that's how she saw herself. The growing bags under her eyes... the way she'd lost some color in her cheeks- all she could say was thank the Gods for make up. Even if it meant that she was wearing more than she normally would.

Hand lifting from the counter, her head turning slightly to the side as she once again ran her fingers back through her long dark hair; it took the familiar ping of a message coming though on her phone not once, but twice, to pull her attention away from yet another lock as it fell so easily away from her skalp. Her eyes drawing across until they were once more resting on her mobile; and once she let the strands fall into the sink in front of her, Sasha reached over to check her messages.

Sammich🐾
𝟾:𝟻𝟹𝙰.𝙼.
∞ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙? 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌.
𝟾:𝟻𝟻𝙰.𝙼.
∞ 𝙳𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢???


Sammy...

She knew if she kept her waiting for much longer, the girl was going to go out of her mind with worry. For Sam, that was pretty much the normal; though she had to admit that ever since her best friend had found out about everything that was going on with her, that worry had pretty much tripled overnight.

Sash
∞ 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.
∞ 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.


Lowering her phone back down, Sasha once more turned her attention back to her own reflection. Only able to stand looking at it for a few moments longer before she was forcing open her bag. Rummaging around the contents; it wasn't long before the light in the bathroom hit the metal blades of her scissors. And without giving it so much as a second thought, grabbing a fairly decent chunk of her hair, she began to cut through it. Letting the clippings fall into the sink below.

"..shit..."
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Location: Level 27; Bunker 9 - Camp Half-Blood.
Interacting With: Each Other.

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Could this day get any worse..?

First she was losing Brandon to a damn pigeon; and now-...? Lost in her own mind; Ky’ vie let out a heavy sigh. The soft little beeps and chirps from her Vector as it attempted to gain her attention, though it was doing little more than falling on deaf ears as she absentmindedly spun her pencil. Her gaze staring blankly at nothing in particular.

Work was supposed to be a distraction- something to help get her mind off of the worry that had been tugging at the end of her every thought. There were just so many names being called- too many names for it to be something so easily mistaken as trouble from some simple childish pranks around the camp. No. They were being sent out. And along with the campers already going out on this big quest-... There were just so many of them… and there were just so many things that could go wrong. It wasn’t as though it was a secret; it was simple fact and common knowledge.

More demigods equaled more danger.

Snapped back to reality by the sound of a familiar voice calling out to her; forced back from her thoughts, Ky’ vie sat herself up. Her lips parting slightly at the seam as she gazed towards the main part of her workspace. More visitors..? Her siblings she expected; Brandon she understood… but who the hell else managed to make their way into the bunker..?

Placing her pencil down on the table as she twisted on the stool; she slid off it and back onto her feet. Surprise crossing over her features as she let herself follow the sound of her name, only to have her gaze fall upon the figure of one of her best friends, “..Brynn..? How the fuck did you get in here..?”

It wasn't long before Brynn could see just how different Corona's and Ky'vie's work spaces were. Where Rona's level seemed to be strewn with several blueprints, tools and a good handful of unfinished projects, Ky's level seemed to have a certain kind of order to it. Everything seemed to be laid out in it's own special place. Sure there were a few, what seemed, forgotten things littering the work tables.. but you definitely wouldn't have trouble finding what you were looking for, though she was sure there was some method to Rona's bunker level madness.

The dark-haired daughter of Athena was busy eyeing the exceptionally large spaceship that filled up quite a bit of space in the room she was in when she picked up footsteps approaching, turning her head still eyeing the ship a moment longer before they too followed, landing on Ky'vie. She was right. A wide smile spread across the girls lips, mouth opening a bit as she began to say something but Ky beat her to the punch, quickly shutting her mouth again. Brynn bit down on her lower lip shyly, brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear before she spoke up.

"Oh, well... your sister brought Pierre and I down to her level, and I.. well, I heard the news and just wanted to, you know, come check on you. Made a calculated guess. Since there are only fifty floors, there was only one thing to do. Flip your favorite number, obviously." The brunette shrugged her shoulders, slipping her hands into her back pockets as her eyes began to wander around the room again.

"Honestly, I think I'm a little hurt that your sister who I hardly know invited me here first before you invited me." Brynn once more turned her grey eyes on her best friend, giving her a playful sneer.

“Don' read too far into it. I haven' even let Grey down here.” Relaxing, visibly, as she slipped her hands around and down into the back pockets of her shorts; Ky' vie made her way forward. Closing the gap between her and one of her two best friends. Of course Rona, of all people, would be the one to let Brynn loose in the bunker; not that it was a bad thing. Hell, the company was nice to have, especially at the moment, “..woulda done it eventually... but I will admit it's nice you're here.”

"It's alright, I know it's not personal. Even if you never did, I wouldn't mind. You know that." Brynn flashed Ky a small smile, turning her eyes back to the projects around her. "So, what's been your latest obsession?"

“Elthree - my artificial intelligence...” A small smile crossing over her lips; Ky' vie's eyes seemed to sparkle slightly as she answered the question. Her passion for her work shining through as she spoke to her friend about one of the things she loved most, “..she's is my next step when it comes to finishing up the Falcon. But she's going to be far more diverse than just that. Beau is going to help test out her limits as a more personable A.I - kinda like Jarvis from Iron Man.”

Brynn's eyebrows raised at the mention of Ky's most recent project. The progress she'd made on it and where she planned to take it, it all sounded like so much fun to work on. A bit of a smirk crept up on Brynn's lips at the thought of the A.I.'s name. Since getting into Star Wars, she must have just gone off on a mission to create everything she possibly could from the movies. The one thing she was most surprised not to see was a blaster or two, knowing her friend well enough to know she loved firearms. Perhaps she had one and just had it tucked away somewhere. Hell, she wouldn't put it past her.

"That's really cool. Fully-functioning A.I. in the Falcon. It's too bad they couldn't make it work in the movies like that. Poor Elthree. She was my favorite from the Solo movie."

Brynn turned her gaze back to her friend, a playful smile forming on her face. "You made Elthree but not Jarvis.. you sure you're okay? Maybe it's a bit stuffy down here and you need some air." Brynn giggled softly, her features lighting up as she joked with her best friend.

Chuckling softly, her head shaking causing her long vibrant red locks to sway lightly with the action; Ky' vie show her friend a look. A definite smirk playing over her dark red lips, Oh, please... who said I haven't made Jarvis..?”

Arm lifting into the gap between them; she let her fingers curl and uncurl a few times. Beckoning for the girl to follow after her as began off back towards the area of her workspace that she'd actually been occupying before Brynn's arrival had caught her attention. Her hand making a half-hearted motion towards the screens littered around the computer lab, “If you want to be technical about it... no. I haven't physically made an A.I by that name; but when you think a little deeper though, you'll actually come to the realization that I have made him. In order to get Elthree to function in the way that I need her to for my current project; I'm merging concepts from both Star Wars and Marvel to get the desired outcome...”

Reaching her hand forward, her fingers danced lightly over the keyboard. The practiced strokes bringing the coding that she'd done up so that Brynn could take a look at it should she wish to, “He's there, just in the skeleton of Elthree... when the time comes that I need him; all I have to do is duplicate those parts and piece him together.”

Brynn smirked lightly, shaking her head at the red-haired girl as she followed her friend deeper into her workspace. The young daughter of Athena watched her friend work her magic over her shoulder, watching the screen as she spoke. Well, of course technically speaking the programming could just as easily fit to be Jarvis with a simple modification to the A.I.'s name. Brynn chuckled softly, coming up behind her friend to rest her chin on her shoulder to look at her creation.

"Technicalities." Stepping back and away from Ky, she playfully jabbed her in her side with her finger with a giggle. "I think you take this nerd stuff way too seriously. Don't get me wrong, it's very interesting. I just.. don't understand the whole... obsession behind it." There was a short pause as Brynn looked at her friend before she spoke again, adding, "Then again, what you guys geek out over is kind of like me with different types of weapons, I suppose." Brynn sheepishly half-smiled at her friend.

Obsession was such a strong word... enthusiastically passionate was a far kinder way of putting it. But either way, she wasn't about to hold it against the girl- she never could. Especially since, at this point anyway, it was more like playful banter between siblings. A soft chuckle passing through her dark red lips; Ky' vie turned herself around on the spot. Body falling back until she was resting against the edge of the table that housed a decent amount of her equipment, she folded her arms over her chest. Giving her friend a gentle smile and a light shrug of her shoulders.

“I dunno; I guess it's just... hard to explain... but then, my 'obsessions', as you put it, are very different from either of my brothers. So... I get your point.”

The gentle buzzing of her phone in her pocket calling for her attention; Ky straightened up slightly. Her lips parting ever slightly at the seam first before she reached into jacket, pulling it out so that she could glance over the message that popped over on the screen. A retrieval quest she might be interested in..? Brow quirking lightly as she read over the text for a second time; she let her gaze draw back over to Brynn, “Hey... you have any clue about this retrieval quest that Grey's meant to be going on..? He just text me saying I might be interested in joining...”

Greyson was going on a quest..? Was the first she heard of it. The girl shook her head as she glanced at Ky's phone before fishing out her own. No texts had been received.

"No. I didn't even know he was going out on a quest." Brynn's brow furrowed as she stood there wondering what the quest could be that Ky would be interested in. There were a number of possibilities. Folding her arms over her chest, Brynn raised an eyebrow at Ky.

"Wanna go see what's up? He's probably already at the cabin if he's texting you. That, or they're on the move and he's trying to pull you in last second."

Okay... so, Brynn knew nothing about what was going on either. At least they were on equal footing when it came to information, or, to put it more accurately, the lack there of. Nodding her head lightly, the stray strands of her long, vibrant red locks falling down over her features; Ky' vie gave a light tap against the lock button on the side of her phone. Slipping it back into the recesses of her jacket pocket as she pushed herself away from where she'd been leaning, “..yeah... Yeah. Let's go find out what's going on. Can't say the bloke hasn't caught my attention, that's for sure."

Tearing her gaze away from the girl, though only long enough to look about the monitors and take the necessary amount of steps to close the distance between where she was and where the light switch was; she reached forward and flicked them off, “Who knows... maybe he's finally whisking me away to England where I can get my engineering hands on that Royal carriage that belongs to his grandma.”
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Location: Morpheus Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Pierre Vos (@MarshiestMallow).

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Keep things interesting in camp...

The mere thought had a small, almost shadow of a smile dancing across her lightly glossed lips, and she refrained from chuckling. Keeping things interesting while everyone was gone... it wasn't a hard sell. In fact, in her own opinion anyway, it wasn't exactly something that was very hard to achieve. Even if you followed a routine of sorts; no two days were ever really the same in camp. They always had their little surprises. And while she was sad to so much as think that her friends were all leaving to go on dangerous quests, there was that little part of her that was excited to see what was going to happen during their absence.

"..bad timing..?"

Giving a light shrug of her shoulders; Adeline let her head drop back until she felt the firm surface of the window sill resting against the back of her skull. Fingers curling and uncurling in a slow repeditive motion as she continued to gently stroke her pet's fur. Her gorgeous blue eyes lingering in the direction that she could hear her brother's voice coming from, "..I don't really think that it's too strange or out of the ordinary... there is always more than one quest going on at a time, especially during the summer. If there wasn't any quests at all, then I'd be worried... well, I mean... more than I already am... I-... I think it's just because there's a lot happening on the first day... everyone is only just coming back to camp..."






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Join him in things that he liked, or even bring him here..? The sigh that escaped Octavia's lips was slow, and she slumped further down against the tree they were both leant against. It was definitely a thought, though it wasn't as though she hadn't tried- on the contrary, she'd tried to get through to Talon on multiple occassions, and in multiple different ways. Nothing ever seemed to work, but... she was willing to give it another go. Besides, what was the worst that could happen; he punched her in the face..? Wouldn't be the first time, and she was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last either.

"..I guess..."

Hand lifting from her side; she ran her fingers back through her long dark locks. Brushing them back and off her face before allowing her body to fall gently to the side. Head drawing to a tilt, and it wasn't too much longer before she brought it to a rest over his shoulder. Her vibrant forest greens slowly closing as she curled into him for the comfort that she knew for a fact he would give her. Despite their rather... rocky start; she knew she could always rely on Cyrus. He'd been there for her from the very beginning, and he was stubborn enough that she knew he would be there for her all the way through to the end as well. It was all just a part of that funny little hero complex he seemed to have.

Superman was definitely a fitting nickname for him.

"..the tower was over and Dionysus dropped a bomb on us..." Voice soft, almost nothing more than a mumble; Octavia eventually opened her eyes. Staring out at the forest that spanned before them, though it was clear that she wasn't exactly paying any real attention to anything that was there, "..dad has accused Erin of stealing my step-mother's dove... she has seven days to return it, or he's going to kill her; though I'm pretty sure the camp is ready to wage war against him if it comes down to it... add to it the fact that a large number of campers were just called to Dionysus' office for what I assume is another quest... and on top of that-..."

Pausing a moment, letting another sigh, softer this time, pass out through her lips, she lifted her head. Letting her gaze meet with his, "..on top of that... remember the guy I was dating in New Rome..? Aurelius..? Well, he showed up at my cabin door today... and I don't know what to think..."
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