[centre][h1][color=2e3192]Imogen[/color][/h1]
[@Avanhelsing][/centre]

Imogen looked back to Aethusa, and then to the new- she had to assume- camper. She smiled, bright, cheerful and welcoming as she gave a soft laugh. [color=2e3192]"Yeah, that's a Pegasus. Her name is Aethusa"[/color] She said, hoping to put the boy at ease, although she could understand how the sudden appearance of a mythical creature- a creature from legend no less- might be a bit daunting, especially if you hadn't seen the camp before. The guy seemed confused, and perhaps a little self-conscious saying why he had just sort of suddenly appeared in the grounds. 

There really wasn't any easy way of explaining what the camp was, of essentially telling this Jake that he was a child of a mythical being. Of course, they weren't mythical... but if you'd spent your whole life not knowing that there were actual gods, actual flying creatures of legend, then it could be hard to wrap your mind around the new reality. [color=2e3192]"And my name is Imogen. Immy works too."[/color] She paused a moment, thoughtful. 

[color=2e3192]"As for what this place is... and to answer your other questions... well, that's a little more complicated."[/color] She tried to think of a way to explain everything without seeming crazy. [color=2e3192]"The wind telling you to come here... it's for a reason. This is a camp- no, it's a home. It's a safe place to be for... for us. It's Camp Half-blood."[/color] She felt like she was rambling and tried to draw it in. [color=2e3192]"Um. We... We are children of Gods, Jake. The Greek Gods, to be exact. Or the Roman. Sometimes we have campers from Camp Jupiter here too.[/color] Gods, she really wasn't good at this sort of thing. [color=2e3191]"The camp can't be seen by those aren't kids of gods, or their mortal parents. And it's safe from beings that might harm us."[/color] 

She bit her lip, waiting for Jake to say something, waiting for him to claim she was crazy or that she was pulling his leg. She couldn't really blame him, to be honest. It [i]was[/i] crazy.

[centre][h1][color=Red]Talon[/color][/h1]
[@Moro][/centre]

[color=red]"She isn't Medusa, Bran."[/color] Talon shouted back, [color=red]"And unlike you, I don't freeze when I meet girls eyes!"[/color] He teased, as he reached up for one of the moving bars, and gathering his strength- his muscle tensing as he did so- he pulled himself up. His muscles had warmed up pleasantly and he yanked himself up, resting a foot against the wall, the other seeking purchase on another bar, just as he imagined someone yanked on it to give themselves purchase. Cursing he pushed off before he lost all footing and leaped for a ledge. 

His fingers grazed the edge of it and he dug his finger nails- for one brief moment he was hanging just by the tips of his fingers. Letting out a growl he slowly grabbed for more purchase and after a minute he was able to pull himself up- one hand was slowly becoming slick with blood  from torn nails, but he didn't care. He shifted, getting his feet under him. Drawing in deep breaths he gathered his strength, and crouching slightly he waited. His heart beat, once, twice, three times and he launched himself up, grabbing a moving arm and straddling it. Shifting his weight, balancing, he launched himself up, climbing once more. 

[color=red]"Come on, Bran."[/color] He said as he reached up to grab a rung, and yank himself up yet again. [color=red]"Getting a little slow, aren't we? Too much? Or just distracted by girls asses?"[/color]