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King Kindred
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I always miss the fun stuff and references. Now I'll be wondering what 2011 was referring to.
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What kind of powers do the donuts have?
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That'll be Gatorade's slogan once Data Centers drink up all the water.
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Wont be able to post for a few weeks, computer sucks and finally gave out. So ya, sorry guys. I don't have time to do a final post either, using the last of the battery to sort out a bunch of things.
Thanks for letting us know. Hope everything gets sorted out soon.
Man is Rufus gonna be offended that just about everyone with a S on their chest is faster than him. It's gonna be incredible.
He's going to need fries to go with that salt.
I'll pick the top right.
The Rebellious One
The summer smell hit him as soon as he left his cabin. His nose was filled with the scent of fresh breakfast from the pavilion, the distinct smell of the ocean off the coast, the scent of campers already sweating it out in the arena, and the almost humid summer air. He honestly loved it and it made his mornings rather peaceful. He typically immediately went to the Dining Pavilion after waking up, but something made him choose otherwise this morning. He had a call to the ocean. He hated his father, but he still loved the water. That part of him wasn't going to die just because of his daddy issues.
He made his way to the Long Island Sound and stared out at the water. He breathed in heavily and lifted his shirt above his Camp Necklace. This was his favorite accessory and he has never been seen without it on. He even goes into battle wearing it. After placing his shirt on the ground he removed his shoes and then his pants. He placed them in a pile on the sand and walked into the water only wearing his boxer shorts. His boxers had small pegasi all over them. It's a long story. He didn't need to remove his clothes to go into the water since he didn't have to get wet, but he felt no fun in that. It also took a lot away from the sensation. He continued to walk until he couldn't feel the sand beneath his feet. He hovered slightly leaving his head above water while looking around. After about thirty seconds of doing so he dove under the water and looked around. The beads on his necklace seemingly danced under the water as he swam.
He never worried about his father trying to kill him under water or sending a serpent to do so. He was known for that kind of thing after all. Despite it being his jurisdiction this was one of the places where he felt the safest.
He thought about heading to the arena after finally eating. He a lot of time there and it was still a wonder how he wasn't a child of Ares. He definitely had similarities with the kids. He tended to be angry a lot and he was an excellent fighter and considered one of the best at the camp. He wasn't the bragging type though and never underestimated an opponent. He might play around with them a bit, but he still recognized their abilities.
Death's Kid
Dorian walked through camp looking at others as they passed him by or ran in front of him. He felt sorry for them. A lot of them didn't know what was coming. He was sure that some of the ones that had stronger connections to their parents knew about the upcoming war. He was sure Chiron knew as well. He wondered what he'd try to do to prevent the war from entering the camp. The first thing that came to his mind since entering camp was breakfast. He forgot to eat the night before and he knew better than to try and eat anything in the Underworld.
He continued to walk making sure not to bump into anyone or get in their way. That wouldn't be too hard. When he finally reached the pavilion he sat at his table. He got what he usually got in the morning. Apple juice and pancakes with maple syrup. He had bacon on the side as well as some hash browns. He considered this to be a really good breakfast. He started eating while living in his own little world while others talked to their friends at the tables around him.
The summer smell hit him as soon as he left his cabin. His nose was filled with the scent of fresh breakfast from the pavilion, the distinct smell of the ocean off the coast, the scent of campers already sweating it out in the arena, and the almost humid summer air. He honestly loved it and it made his mornings rather peaceful. He typically immediately went to the Dining Pavilion after waking up, but something made him choose otherwise this morning. He had a call to the ocean. He hated his father, but he still loved the water. That part of him wasn't going to die just because of his daddy issues.
He made his way to the Long Island Sound and stared out at the water. He breathed in heavily and lifted his shirt above his Camp Necklace. This was his favorite accessory and he has never been seen without it on. He even goes into battle wearing it. After placing his shirt on the ground he removed his shoes and then his pants. He placed them in a pile on the sand and walked into the water only wearing his boxer shorts. His boxers had small pegasi all over them. It's a long story. He didn't need to remove his clothes to go into the water since he didn't have to get wet, but he felt no fun in that. It also took a lot away from the sensation. He continued to walk until he couldn't feel the sand beneath his feet. He hovered slightly leaving his head above water while looking around. After about thirty seconds of doing so he dove under the water and looked around. The beads on his necklace seemingly danced under the water as he swam.
He never worried about his father trying to kill him under water or sending a serpent to do so. He was known for that kind of thing after all. Despite it being his jurisdiction this was one of the places where he felt the safest.
He thought about heading to the arena after finally eating. He a lot of time there and it was still a wonder how he wasn't a child of Ares. He definitely had similarities with the kids. He tended to be angry a lot and he was an excellent fighter and considered one of the best at the camp. He wasn't the bragging type though and never underestimated an opponent. He might play around with them a bit, but he still recognized their abilities.
Death's Kid
Dorian walked through camp looking at others as they passed him by or ran in front of him. He felt sorry for them. A lot of them didn't know what was coming. He was sure that some of the ones that had stronger connections to their parents knew about the upcoming war. He was sure Chiron knew as well. He wondered what he'd try to do to prevent the war from entering the camp. The first thing that came to his mind since entering camp was breakfast. He forgot to eat the night before and he knew better than to try and eat anything in the Underworld.
He continued to walk making sure not to bump into anyone or get in their way. That wouldn't be too hard. When he finally reached the pavilion he sat at his table. He got what he usually got in the morning. Apple juice and pancakes with maple syrup. He had bacon on the side as well as some hash browns. He considered this to be a really good breakfast. He started eating while living in his own little world while others talked to their friends at the tables around him.
I'm planning to post soon.
@King Kindred:
I didn't disappear, I am actually waiting for more people to respond; especially the ones I tagged. I mean, we're not that much people, and suddenly someone said they're out after only one reply. People are back now, and still no post of them.
But if you guys want me to play exclusively with 2-3 people, even though about 5-6 had originally shown interest and made a character, fine.
Just a little pissed at that. Nothing more.
I'll write a reply now.
But you did disappear. At least visibly. You weren't on for at least 6 days according to the site. What else were we supposed to think? Maybe the others decided not to post because the site showed that you weren't on for several days.
JC wondered why the others were so relaxed in the Chinese Restaurant. They couldn't possibly think that the Main Man would be stopped by mud clay, did they? What surprised him the most was the fact that even Rose thought this was all over with. She came back and instantly started with the congratulations. What good was field experience if she didn't even use it? He kept his eyes on the new Lobo statue and noticed the cracks appearing. He knew that this fight wasn't over yet. Soon the action continued as Lobo tried to shoot everyone with his energy shotgun. JC tried to get out of the way while trying to find a good shot, but soon the others got in the way.
The battle soon got out of most of their hands as Sentinel decided to play a little game of "Mine" with the enemy by taking the fight elsewhere. He wanted to go after the two, but he realized that he wouldn't be able to catch up without using his ice to glide. He sighed and looked at the rest of the team in the restaurant wondering what they were going to do. Then the Cavalry arrived to answer that question. They weren't going to do anything except for head home. It was about time that they showed up. They should have been there much sooner. Given the speed of Superman, the Flash, Wonder Woman, and the Green Lantern coming here and stopping Lobo would have been done before the Titans would have arrived. Especially considering how quickly they finished things just now.
He followed the others to the T-Wing, but stopped at the entrance ramp while looking back at Batman and Rose. He sighed and finally headed inside to get a seat. The ride over was in silence. Everyone seemed to be upset or disappointed in some way. JC? He had his feelings about the situation, but he didn't think about them. Not here at least. He sat in his seat with his eyes closed. When they arrived back at the hangar the others were pretty much in a rush to get off.
When they all met what could be considered a debrief he immediately took notice of the cycle of disappointment. Batman was disappointed in Rose. Rose was disappointed in the team as a whole, but part of that disappointment was focused on the Krypto-Psycho. Part of the team's disappointment was aimed at Sentinel and Sentinel was disappointed in himself. It went well with the whole angst thing he had going on. After Rose finished chewing them out she left to go to the War Room leaving them to be normal teenagers. He hated the fact that she said that they couldn't train.
Everyone was doing their own little thing now. Sentinel and Rhea left. Sentinel was going to his room to "heal", but it was clearly a cover up for him brooding. Rhea took some tea and left, presumably to her room. The others went to drink and get down with their bad selves. If this was what teens did in their free time he really didn't want to be one any longer. A heavy sigh escaped JC's lips before he stood up and walked out of the room. He didn't bother saying where he was going or what he was doing. They were likely preoccupied with their small party to even notice he was gone.
Rose told them to hit the showers and that was exactly what he was going to do. He made his way to the showers and walked right up to the mirror and looked at his reflection. He didn't see himself when he looked in the mirror. He saw the dark path that was placed before him. The path that his shit stain of a father put him on. He saw a spitting image of his father. He lifted his hand to his scarred face and pressed gently against it. A permanent scar for a permanent failure. Like father, like son. "Look at you. You wallow in self-pity. Now you're talking to yourself. How pitiful and weak can you get? You let a small alien get away. You destroyed a mech suit. Big whoop. You're lucky Wonder Woman fixed your mistake. All it would have taken was one simple blast of ice and you would have froze that thing solid."
Jeremiah dropped his arm and stepped back from the mirror. The reflection changed now. He saw himself as appeared. Part of the reason as to why he didn't get much sleep was also because whenever he did he had nightmares. His nightmares were filled with him being what his father wanted him to be. A monster to fit his monstrous appearance. It didn't change. He never once had a peaceful dream.
He left the room and made his way to the War Room. He knew that Rose only wanted to be interrupted for emergencies, but he needed to talk to her. If he was going to do this he had to make sure that it was all done right. When he reached the entrance to the room he didn't attempt to knock. He just went inside. "We need to talk."
He stepped further inside not caring what she thought of his intrusion. "The team and its members weren't the only ones who failed today. You did as well. As our leader with the most field experience you have to realize the mistakes that you made here as well instead of putting all of the pressure and fault on the team. You may not have been there during the fight, but you came at the most important part. When the team had this ill-conceived notion of victory. We faced a guy who fought against the League and you didn't suspect that there'd be a round two." He forgot what his main point was half-way through this. This was the longest he's talked to anyone here and it didn't make him feel good. He could feel his own personal temperature in a constant flux. It didn't know whether or not JC wanted to be hot, cold, chilled, or warm. He wanted her to say something now so that he didn't have to continue with this speech.
The battle soon got out of most of their hands as Sentinel decided to play a little game of "Mine" with the enemy by taking the fight elsewhere. He wanted to go after the two, but he realized that he wouldn't be able to catch up without using his ice to glide. He sighed and looked at the rest of the team in the restaurant wondering what they were going to do. Then the Cavalry arrived to answer that question. They weren't going to do anything except for head home. It was about time that they showed up. They should have been there much sooner. Given the speed of Superman, the Flash, Wonder Woman, and the Green Lantern coming here and stopping Lobo would have been done before the Titans would have arrived. Especially considering how quickly they finished things just now.
He followed the others to the T-Wing, but stopped at the entrance ramp while looking back at Batman and Rose. He sighed and finally headed inside to get a seat. The ride over was in silence. Everyone seemed to be upset or disappointed in some way. JC? He had his feelings about the situation, but he didn't think about them. Not here at least. He sat in his seat with his eyes closed. When they arrived back at the hangar the others were pretty much in a rush to get off.
When they all met what could be considered a debrief he immediately took notice of the cycle of disappointment. Batman was disappointed in Rose. Rose was disappointed in the team as a whole, but part of that disappointment was focused on the Krypto-Psycho. Part of the team's disappointment was aimed at Sentinel and Sentinel was disappointed in himself. It went well with the whole angst thing he had going on. After Rose finished chewing them out she left to go to the War Room leaving them to be normal teenagers. He hated the fact that she said that they couldn't train.
Everyone was doing their own little thing now. Sentinel and Rhea left. Sentinel was going to his room to "heal", but it was clearly a cover up for him brooding. Rhea took some tea and left, presumably to her room. The others went to drink and get down with their bad selves. If this was what teens did in their free time he really didn't want to be one any longer. A heavy sigh escaped JC's lips before he stood up and walked out of the room. He didn't bother saying where he was going or what he was doing. They were likely preoccupied with their small party to even notice he was gone.
Rose told them to hit the showers and that was exactly what he was going to do. He made his way to the showers and walked right up to the mirror and looked at his reflection. He didn't see himself when he looked in the mirror. He saw the dark path that was placed before him. The path that his shit stain of a father put him on. He saw a spitting image of his father. He lifted his hand to his scarred face and pressed gently against it. A permanent scar for a permanent failure. Like father, like son. "Look at you. You wallow in self-pity. Now you're talking to yourself. How pitiful and weak can you get? You let a small alien get away. You destroyed a mech suit. Big whoop. You're lucky Wonder Woman fixed your mistake. All it would have taken was one simple blast of ice and you would have froze that thing solid."
Jeremiah dropped his arm and stepped back from the mirror. The reflection changed now. He saw himself as appeared. Part of the reason as to why he didn't get much sleep was also because whenever he did he had nightmares. His nightmares were filled with him being what his father wanted him to be. A monster to fit his monstrous appearance. It didn't change. He never once had a peaceful dream.
He left the room and made his way to the War Room. He knew that Rose only wanted to be interrupted for emergencies, but he needed to talk to her. If he was going to do this he had to make sure that it was all done right. When he reached the entrance to the room he didn't attempt to knock. He just went inside. "We need to talk."
He stepped further inside not caring what she thought of his intrusion. "The team and its members weren't the only ones who failed today. You did as well. As our leader with the most field experience you have to realize the mistakes that you made here as well instead of putting all of the pressure and fault on the team. You may not have been there during the fight, but you came at the most important part. When the team had this ill-conceived notion of victory. We faced a guy who fought against the League and you didn't suspect that there'd be a round two." He forgot what his main point was half-way through this. This was the longest he's talked to anyone here and it didn't make him feel good. He could feel his own personal temperature in a constant flux. It didn't know whether or not JC wanted to be hot, cold, chilled, or warm. He wanted her to say something now so that he didn't have to continue with this speech.
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This. This is not going to fly.
Right. What is JC expected to do? Hold conversations?
Unless anyone has any objections, I think I'll post again and wrap this up before it gets too dragged out. I don't see the team having much of an effect on stopping a fully enraged Sentinel.
That's fine with me too. I was going to have Thermo pursue, but I don't think he'd get there fast enough.
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