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The Griffin Insurrection

@Affili@Avanhelsing@Nevix@Obscene Symphony@Experiment 249@MonkeyBusiness@AtlasRedfox First IC post is up. Everyone can just be going about their daily camp lives for now, once everyone has posted they'll get called in to meet with the council.

The Griffin Insurrection

Location: Decorum

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"On this glorious night, we celebrate! Another year free from the oppression that we sorcerers endured for centuries! Free from under the thumb of those without magic! Another year of freedom!" Cheers echoed throughout the banquet hall of the palace as the Empress stepped down from her podium and retook her place at her table, red gown trailing behind her.

As she took her seat the compliments flooded in. Her guests came up to her and spoke of how beautiful her speech was, how lovely her gown was, how nicely her hair was done. She just smiled and waved them away. One couldn't fault them for trying to keep their lives. It was once these compliments had ceased, when everyone was eating their dinner, that a man, facial features hidden by a hood, approached and whispered in her ear.

Her smile fell to a scowl and she excused herself from the table. Lucille followed the man, the head of the palace guard, out of the banquet hall and to one of the many rooms in the palace. She sighed as her eyes fell upon a man, dirty looking and angry, kneeling on the floor. His eyes were gazing at the floor and his face was twisted into a scowl. When she stepped in front of him, he looked up and spit. The saliva was deflected, but the insult still hung in the air. "So, were you sent here to kill me as well? Because if so, spit won't do the trick." She grinned as she circled the man on the floor, like a shark. "Leave us," she commanded of the guards who'd been left with her and the prisoner, waving her hand towards the door.

The minute they were gone, their magic stopped holding the rebel to the ground, and he leapt forward at her, snarling but he was caught in midair. Lucille grinned. "I do love it when they fight back." With a wave of her hand the man, now terrified, was sent careening across the room and into a wall. He groaned, as she walked up to him and kicked him in the chest with the toe of her stilettos. His teeth clenched, but he refused to grant her the satisfaction of hearing him scream. "So, Jackson, why are you here? From what I can tell via your oh so tiny mind, you've been in contact with the Griffin's for a year or so, but never met them. What do you owe them?" she asked, head cocked to the side. He shook is head in rebellion and the Empress shrugged. "Suit yourself, she said, walking out of the room, but not before waving her hand and casting a spell. "You're probably going to hear some screaming, ignore it. In about ten minutes, it should st-" Lucille's instructions to the guards were cut off by the screams of the man inside the room, guttural and animal like. "Oh there they are. Once they've stopped, you can go in there and clean up. Until then, kindly make sure no one comes down here. Now I have a party to get back to. With that, Lucille sauntered off. You'll have to do much better than that Jessica.

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Location: Griffin's Keep ~ Council Chambers

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"He was your spy Alison! How did you not know that this was his plan!" Jessica Lancaster screamed across the council table, her face twisted into a scowl. On the other side of the table, Alison Stoneworth sat quietly, eyes closed and hands folded on her lap. "Are you done Jessica? the woman asked. When her friend gave no reply, Alison continued. "Yes, Jackson was my spy, but what he did was of his own volition. He gave no indication of his plans to try and assassinate Lucille." Jessica glared at her friend, stalking back and forth across the room. "What did he know Alison? What was in his fucking head?

Alison looked down at the table. She shook her head before replying. "He knew the other spies in Decorum, as well as most of their locations. I've already told them to get out of the city, but I haven't heard back." Jessica clenched her fists at the news, before sighing and taking a seat at the table. "We need to rearrange our plans. We can't rely on getting our intel directly from Decorum any more."What are you suggesting Jessica? Alison asked, drumming her fingers on the table. "One of Lucille's advisers will be in New Seattle this week, speaking at some sort of conference. I propose that we send a team in to get him. He'll know Lucille's plans, at least some of them. Alison sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "We'll need to get a message to Alexander and Lucas, but I'm sure they'll agree with it. You already have a team in mind I'm sure? Jessica grinned. "Of course I do."

The Griffin Insurrection

Sorry guys, didn't get anything done yesterday. I'm gonna try really hard to get the IC up today :)

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - The Demigods of Camp Half-Blood

Obstacle Tower ~ Camp Half-Blood

_{Interacting With: Arianna Louise Watson(@Vicier) Peter Hasselbaink(@Gowia)}

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Charlie looked around the Obstacle Tower, and noticed that most people were heading off. He spotted Arianna leading a seemingly new kid off, most likely to give him a tour, and figured he should probably go help. Besides, watching Syleste and Gabe interact reminded him of the new Roman girl, who he was currently trying to forget. He didn't much enjoy the numbness she instilled in his mind.

He jogged over to Arianna and the new kid, smiling. He looked the boy up and down. His blonde, curly hair, and the slight air of arrogance gave him away. He was a Son of Apollo. "So you're the new Son of Apollo. I'm Charlie, Son of Athena," he said, extending his hand and grinning wide. "Hopefully Arianna here hasn't given you too much trouble. So where were you guys off to?" He asked quickly.

Anyone who knew Charlie well enough could tell that he was acting somewhat strange. Talking so fast, smiling so much, it didn't quite seem like him. He was normally calm and collected, but this was a new Charlie, one who was trying much too hard to mask what he thought of the girl on the horse. One might find Charlie's infatuation and his desire to hid it sort of strange, but at Camp privacy wasn't exactly easy to come by, and Charlie's crushes or lack there of had always been a prime time topic in Aphrodite Cabin. He really didn't need everyone finding out about his first real crush before he even knew if he really even had a real crush.

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Obstacle Tower ~ Camp Half-Blood

_{Interacting With: Aella Lorraine Stedford(@Vicier)}

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At Elena's vote of confidence, Jess smiled at her friend. "If we have any chance of saving that bird, we're gonna need to get packed. So, I'll meet up with you all when it's time to leave," the blonde said, before jogging off. On her way she passed by the girl on the horse, the Roman. Shaking her head as she went up to her, in an uncharacteristic bout of niceness, she asked, "Hey, you want to follow me and we can get your girl here some food and rest? I've got a little bit of time, and besides, I'm in charge of the stables." Jess looked up at the girl, hand shielding her eyes from the sun.

She hadn't taken much of a liking to the Roman, put off slightly by her arrogance. In Jess' opinion, narcissism only looked good on her, but Jess was also of the opinion that double denim looked good on her, which simply isn't true. But the horse girl's arrogance didn't mean she couldn't have a shred of caring for her horse. The horse had done nothing offensive to Jess, and plus, it was a very pretty horse. Jess had a soft spot for pretty animals, a side effect of her connection to nature via her mother.

Secrets - Closed

Finally got Charlie's intro post up, and he's probably just pissed off the mafia big time.

Secrets - Closed

Charlie Clarke

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Charlie's hair was whipped back by the wind that was blowing through the rolled down window of his car. He smiled, his car whizzing down the highway towards Millington. He was a mixture of excited and scared to be moving to a new place, but he figured, the pros outweighed the cons, and he really didn't have much else to do back home. So, he'd gotten what money he had saved up, and packed everything he owned into two old suitcases, and driven off. He couldn't wait to see the look on Claire's face when he pulled up in front of her house.

The song that had been playing on the radio was soon finished, and replaced by the news for the day. There wasn't much to report on though. A murder farther up state, and a wealthy politician who'd recently resigned after some scandalous photos were leaked. Charlie switched the station, a bored look on his face. In the distance, he could see the small town of Millington, and flipped on his blinker to begin exiting the highway.

Charlie's car slowed down to match the speed limit as he passed a sign that read, "Welcome To Millington!" in bold white letters. "So this is home now I guess," he said to himself. He'd visited the small town a few times with his parents, but he was much younger back then. Most of these sights weren't familiar in the slightest. The Fierce Five Gym, The Hummingbird Creations, a coffee shop that seemed to be a hub of activity. He stared a little closer at the shop and slammed on the brakes of his car. What the hell was going on?

In front of the coffee shop there was a parked limousine, and on the other side, a guy was aiming his gun into the open door. That wasn't what had really caught his attention. On the seat closest to the street sat a girl, and while her face was hard to see through the tinted windows, he knew her. It was his cousin, Claire. He hastily parked his car, taking up two spaces in the process, and ran over to the scene. It was at that point that he realized, he really didn't have much of a plan.

Luckily for Charlie, plans weren't much his thing, and as he made a way to the other side of the limo, to get a better view inside, his suspicions were confirmed. Claire was in the limo with some sleazeball with the word "douche" written all over his forehead. From he could gather from the man who he assumed was a cop, Claire was not there by choice. In an act of desperation, the normally calm young man, whipped out his car keys and dragged them across the back of the limo, letting out a screech as the keys dug into the seemingly nice paint job. This might have been a bad idea he thought as a hush fell over the scene.

The Griffin Insurrection

@Trevor1001 So far so good :) The healing factor just so you know is alright, as long as it's pretty minor. Like flesh wounds will scab over pretty fast but they won't just disappear.

The Griffin Insurrection

I'm thinking I'll have the IC up sometime tomorrow or possibly Monday. I think tonight if I'm not busy I'm just gonna pump out the rest of the NPC's and Charlie's relationship sheet.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - The Rise Of Camelot

The Castle ~ Camelot

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Clarke finally made his way back up to the library, having taken longer than usual due to a slight detour to check out all the new Roman things that we're being brought in. He had always been curious about exotic things, and so the Romans were like a godsend to him. Lying on the table at the entrance to the library were a pile of books. He recognized them as books on Roman culture and history. Next to them was a note, seemingly written by Geoff. "Clarke, bring these books to Prince Arthur. Uther wants him educated on our Roman guests." Sighing, Clarke picked up the books, four in all, and began his trek through the castle.

He arrived at Arthur's room just as Uther made his way in and he decided to wait. Uther terrified him if he was being honest, and he didn't much like being in his presence. He listened as Uther spoke to Arthur, and left him the news that Arthur and some girl named Seppia were to be wed. That must have been the girl in that carriage I saw. Well I don't really know why Arthur is so reluctant. She was beautiful. Like scary beautiful. Finally, Uther left, not even noticing the young librarian and so Clarke walked up to Arthur's open door.

He knocked on the wooden door lightly before walking on in. "Prince Arthur, I've got some books on the Romans that your father wanted me to deliver. Where should I set them," he said, holding the books out in front of him and giving a slight wave to Merlin.

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Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

Yeah I have RP's where we go longer than this in between posts so I think we're good.