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Another camp half blood rp(spoilers)

Aster rolls her eyes. "Sure, sure, fine. But not here. We'd likely destroy the place. Let's spar with the Grecians and shabti, first."
Set writhes around, excited. Oh? I'm in. I haven't fought with Sobek in a while.
Stop squirming, little god. Can you not feel that headache? Dumbass, you live here, too.
Don't call me that!

Another camp half blood rp(spoilers)

Aster raises a brow. "With me or the shabti? Remember, a fight with me won't last long enough for you to get anything out of it. You'd be better off getting pointers from me fighting someone else. 'Sides, you can't use your powers so recklessly here. We need to keep the two worlds separate, and these magicians don't take to lightly to god-hosts." She hesitates.
What am I forgetting?
Leonid.
"Except for Leonid. He's chill."

Another camp half blood rp(spoilers)

"Anyone up for a spar? It doesn't have to be against me if I scare you. There are shabti that can be animated to fight." She nods to Jacob. "We have some at the Brooklyn House, but I don't know if you were around long enough to use them."
Set clatters around dramatically, worsening her headache. Shouldn't have given them that option. I know you love to fight.
I can fight the shabti. Besides, I like to win. I can put my pride aside long enough to admit that much.

The twins decide the war Victor

Gonna have to admit, the amount of times I typed and retyped "chickles" trying to say "chuckles" is honestly kind of humbling

The twins decide the war Victor

Elias chuckles and winks, teasing. "I won't tell a soul. Honestly, for as well of as you live, I prefer just killing them. I suppose you could just banish them and live in solace. Live your life as Dracula did, I mean."

The twins decide the war Victor

@Jasper19 He might not >:D

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Norlanann looks down at her horse's ears, as they've been pointed backwards for some time now. She focuses her own ears, and hears whistling. It's too far away to tell who, but whoever it is seems to be in no rush, and they clearly aren't worried of being seen. She relaxes and slows the pace.

The twins decide the war Victor

Elias' face brightens, and he snaps his fingers. "Yes, I remember! A Morrowson, I think." He looks dubious for a moment, and glances off to the side. "That, or an Ahearn. But probably a Morrow. Almighty, you'd think I'd know this -- my profession practically revolves around knowing which rich guy is which."

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He lives!!

The twins decide the war Victor

Elias smiles, shoulders settling. "Just a joke, my lord. Mostly." He shuffles his boots. "Who was that little wolf in the dungeon? Was he related to that last border skirmish in any way? I recognize that marking."

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Faustine walks past the librarian, who tries valiantly to stop her. She settles for trying to quickly memorize the names on the spines, and records those, instead. They're tactic and history books.
The princess locks her door behind her, setting up a drawing board with the basic kingdom borders. She sits down near it to read through the tomes.