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Ophelia looked down, not meeting Seth's eye, "It sounds... nice... Not a lot of Demi Gods here get the chance to... retire..." She pulled her blanket around herself, there was always a good amount of people reach year that they lost one way or another. She sighed, "Kids of minor gods tend to be okay... They don't smell as much as the rest of us... but... It doesn't always work out to well..."

She bit her lip again, "There was a guy a few years ago... His girlfriend died in a big battle and... Well... I don't think he really value his life after that..." She finally met Seth's gaze again, "I never really thought that people got the chance to go to college... let alone have kids."

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What time are we doing it around? Like would Ophelia and Seth met Percy and Jason and all them?

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Haha.... You know... Google is a thing.

You could have just looked up Percy Jackson SPQR ;P

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Ophelia lay there watching him as he spoke, explaining things. She nodded, "Some don't..."

She played a little with the hem of the blanket and smiled softly. It was a light blanket, with it being summer, and it was beyond soft. She was slightly curious if there were any magical properties to it, since was curled up under it and not boiling. She looked back at Seth, "Do you really have... like... Houses there? For Demi Gods starting families?" She felt silly, she hardly knew anything about Camp Jupiter. She bit her lip a little, "People getting married and growing old?"

That didn't happen a lot with the Greeks. Growing old... She never thought that was a luxury Demi Gods could have.

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Ophelia felt Seth wrap her arm around his neck and helped her to her feet. She was going to say something about her guitar but decided against it. There were more pressing things at hand. A nymph would probably see it and know to bring it to the Apollo Cabin. She staggered a little as Seth walked quickly back to the camp. She listened to him as he ordered the Incredible Hulk, what did he call him? Kyle, to get back to Camp Jupiter soon. She was slightly curious how they were going to manage that, with it being across the country. Not to mention, she had heard stories about the Roman Camp. It wasn't just kids there. The place held, like demi demi gods. It had to be huge.

She felt herself being placed on a bed and looked around a little, she was in a tent. She shook her head and started to sit up, "No... I'll be fine," However, as she did, she looked at Seth and he did not seem to approve. She sighed and flopped back on the bed. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to her shoulders and rolled over to face him. She glanced at his arm, "So what does SPQR stand for?"

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Ophelia looked down at his arm, placing her guitar in the grass in front of her, she walked over to him. She sat next to him and, tentatively, took his arm into her hand. She held it gently, her fingertips just barely touching them. She studied the marking on his arm. She had never met a Roman, so she had never seen their markings. They seemed a bit... harsher? than the beads that Camp Half-Blood gave everyone.... She was starting to feel like Camp Half-Blood was just a summer camp while these guys were in military camp. She ran her thumb over the lettering, "SPQR... I assume that stands for something."

She was about to ask when her eyes glazed over the water gold colour returning to them. Her hands clenched around Seth's arm. She watched the destruction in horror. It was common that those among the Apollo kids 'gifted' with seeing the future, often did not live long. It was hard, seeing all the horrid things happen and sometimes not have the ability to stop them. It was depressing. It was something that she managed to hide well from her half siblings, luckily none of them had this ability.

She stared off into space as she spoke to Seth, "Camp Jupiter.... Get everyone out... now."

When her eyes returned to normal, she slumped against Seth. Unlike when she forced a vision, she didn't pass out. She was merely exhausted. She looked up at him, "Titans are going there.... The Romans don't stand a chance...."

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Ophelia rested her guitar in her lap as she looked at Seth, who took a seat on a rock. Absently, her hand moved to the beaded necklace that every camper wore, signifying how many summers they had been there, each with a special design of something big that had happened that summer. Like most kids, Ophelia stayed at the camp year round. She didn't even know where her mom was out there in the world. She could still see her at the top of the hill smiling and waving at her before she left. Ophelia didn't know if she even made it home alive. She cleared her throat, realizing she had zoned out, "Six years... I got here when I was nine."

She looked at Seth, "How about you? When did you get to... Camp Jupiter?"

We should be pirates.

Drinking was something she dabbled in. She didn't do it often and she rarely got black out drunk. She always had to keep in mind that she was a woman and while drunk, it was very easy for a man to take advantage of her. That was part of the reason she didn't intend on letting them drink too much. Men drunk weren't as easy to get the word no into their head the same as sober. Although, she didn't know of any incidents with these men, she didn't feel like taking her chances. After all, she'd be the only woman on the ship, that could be dangerous.

She didn't feel like she would have too many problems though. She slowly started to eat while the men were joyous, drinking their cup of rum. She smiled, already they were all becoming pirates.

We should be pirates.

Molly nodded and followed Archie. She stifled a laugh as he walked with his nose guiding his body. It made him look a bit like a rat, or a dog sniffling around. She held her hands behind her back as she walked into what appeared to be a kind of dining area. She counted the men and grabbed a few glasses before she disappeared. She came back later and placed the cups, now filled with rum, on the table. She smirked at them all, "One glass in celebration of the ship. I don't feel like being stuck on a ship with a bunch of drunks."

She laughed and took a gulp from her own glass before she grabbed a plate.

We should be pirates.

Molly took a deep breath when he asked what else they would be needing, "Sails... But I think it is best that we wait to get black sail when we come across some docked pirates. We don't have the money or the skills to take them out at sea..." She bit her bottom lip, still thinking, "Swords... A proper swordsman to teach us.... a doctor... some people who can fix a boat if we get into any scuffles... which we will."

She laughed a little, "Maybe we'll be lucky and we'll get some of those at our first stop," She hopped off her barrel and looked at him, "And it seems to me like you are rather lucky guy," She started to walk down the steps and smiled, "Come on. Let's go get something to eat."