Regina is at the edge of camp, staring at the barrier silently
Someone runs through the border, obviously new. They’re around seventeen, pretty old for a lone demigod, and their long pink hair conceals their face, but tears stream down their cheeks.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down a bit! You just made it through. Youre safe now." She draws her sword, pointing it to behind the person "Something chasing?"
“G-get away from me! I’m dangerous!”
"Youre... Huh? Dangerous as in a demigod, or is there something else you need to explain?"
“G-go away! Please! I’m to dangerous!”
"Listen, kid, I was here first anyways, and if you haven't been here before youre gonna need help. So explain the danger, and Ill risk manage"
“C-calm down… I need to calm down… I’m safe… oh gods what is happening.”
"Yeah, you do... Whats your name?"
“I’m… I’m Ashley.”
"I'm Regina. Based on how you said gods... Im guessing you already know where you are?"
“Yeah…”
She nods "Perfect, then I dont need to explain... What were you saying about being dangerous?"
*whoopsies*
”…don’t want to talk about it.”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*I would love to, I’ve got Rex, Atlas, Liam, and Cody.*
*hmmmmmmm… I don’t know most of them. Who would you want to use?*
*Probably Rex or Cody, but I like all of them so it doesn’t matter.*
*alright, how about Rex then?*
Caleb walks out of Hermes cabin and starts making his way to the mess hall. Parts of his arms and legs are bandaged, but nothing serious, like broken bones.
*Of course.*
Rex is always in the mess hall, eating and singing and being merry, but when he sees Caleb he stops, getting up from his chair and coming over to them, he doesn’t know them, but he stills checks on them, his accent heavy, South American, “Hey, what happened to you?”
Caleb, a bit surprised, seems confused for a few seconds before speaking.
”I-uh… someone impersonated my-… er… Alex, uh and then tried to kill me.”
“Dude, you can have a relationship without me judging, I’m Rex by the way.” He checks up on them, seeing that they are mostly good, wiping up any blood, “Good you didn’t die.”
“Y-yeah.. Sorry, it’s a new thing and I’m not sure if Alex wants to like, tell everyone right away…” I’m Caleb.” He says, shifting uncomfortably as he wipes away a bit of blood from a particularly nasty wound on his arm.
“If you haven’t talked about that I won’t tell, you need to bandage this wound better.” He takes off a bit of his shirt, beginning to wrap it gingerly around the wound, smiling brightly up at them, “Nice to meet you Caleb, you claimed or not?”
He winces as he bandages the wound. “uh, well, no… but we’re like 90% sure I’m a child of Khione. She’s the goddess of snow.”
(forgot to mention this, Rex notices that Caleb’s skin is unnaturally cold)
*Ah, Good to know.*
“That’s close enough to being claimed, and more than I’ve ever gotten.” He chuckles, “Don’t know what god would want me, I’m just some kid after all.” He continues wrapping it for them.
“Well, we are all kinda just, ‘some kids,’ I think. Doesn’t mean you won’t do awesome things in the future.”
“Maybe you’re right, are you hungry? I can make you something, I’m not a great cook, but I’ve learned what I can.”
“Yeah… I haven’t had much actual food recently…”
“Then I’m going to make you a meal.” He walks into the kitchen, putting an apron on and beginning to make them something.
"... Alright, then. Welcome to camp. Anything coming behind you? Or anything else you want to declare about the circumstances if your arrival?"
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*I would love to, I’ve got Rex, Atlas, Liam, and Cody.*
*hmmmmmmm… I don’t know most of them. Who would you want to use?*
*Probably Rex or Cody, but I like all of them so it doesn’t matter.*
*alright, how about Rex then?*
Caleb walks out of Hermes cabin and starts making his way to the mess hall. Parts of his arms and legs are bandaged, but nothing serious, like broken bones.
*Of course.*
Rex is always in the mess hall, eating and singing and being merry, but when he sees Caleb he stops, getting up from his chair and coming over to them, he doesn’t know them, but he stills checks on them, his accent heavy, South American, “Hey, what happened to you?”
Caleb, a bit surprised, seems confused for a few seconds before speaking.
”I-uh… someone impersonated my-… er… Alex, uh and then tried to kill me.”
“Dude, you can have a relationship without me judging, I’m Rex by the way.” He checks up on them, seeing that they are mostly good, wiping up any blood, “Good you didn’t die.”
“Y-yeah.. Sorry, it’s a new thing and I’m not sure if Alex wants to like, tell everyone right away…” I’m Caleb.” He says, shifting uncomfortably as he wipes away a bit of blood from a particularly nasty wound on his arm.
“If you haven’t talked about that I won’t tell, you need to bandage this wound better.” He takes off a bit of his shirt, beginning to wrap it gingerly around the wound, smiling brightly up at them, “Nice to meet you Caleb, you claimed or not?”
He winces as he bandages the wound. “uh, well, no… but we’re like 90% sure I’m a child of Khione. She’s the goddess of snow.”
(forgot to mention this, Rex notices that Caleb’s skin is unnaturally cold)
*Ah, Good to know.*
“That’s close enough to being claimed, and more than I’ve ever gotten.” He chuckles, “Don’t know what god would want me, I’m just some kid after all.” He continues wrapping it for them.
“Well, we are all kinda just, ‘some kids,’ I think. Doesn’t mean you won’t do awesome things in the future.”
“Maybe you’re right, are you hungry? I can make you something, I’m not a great cook, but I’ve learned what I can.”
“Yeah… I haven’t had much actual food recently…”
“Then I’m going to make you a meal.” He walks into the kitchen, putting an apron on and beginning to make them something.
The mist coalesces around him and he takes the form of Atticus.
He grabs the chin of his own mirror image, chuckling. "What a handsome face. We gonna kiss or somethin'?"
“… what have I walked into. Anyways. Why did I do this again? I don’t know. This is weird. I will stop.”
the mist peels away, and cordon is once again just standing there.
He sighs and lets go of Cordon's face, fixing his hair as he is himself again "See? We both have done things we regret. See ya round, fellow shapesmith" With only the intent of being mischeivious, teasing, and a bit evil, he gives Cordon's cheek a peck and walks out of the cabin to gods know where.
Cordon is standing there like, ‘What the (gp) just happened. Is that (gp) gay? He’s hot. What the (gp) just happened’.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
"... Alright, then. Welcome to camp. Anything coming behind you? Or anything else you want to declare about the circumstances if your arrival?"
“… keep flammable things away?including people?”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“… so we gonna talk about me confessing my love to you or…?”
“Oh-yeah-… about that-… Uh, Leslie-… you’re… uh, really nice and-…”
*i can make precisely two decisions here and they are both evil. Well, evil for different people and for different reasons.*
“A-and?”
*just know that this choice quite literally affects all of camp in drastic ways for reasons I can’t disclose!*
*well isn’t that lovely*
”and-… uhm… cute-…”
*Elijah is deciding to take possibly the more evil option: pretending to have feelings*
*well, depending on whatever the (gp) happened to Leslie, this is actually the best option! Who hoo! Disaster averted.*
”W-wait what?”
“Huh? What?…”
*it is definitely not the best option for Elijah’s emotional state*
“You… you like me!”
leslie quickly kisses Elijah, then quickly pulls away.
“U-um, was that too soon? Oh gods I’m horrible at this…”
*Elijah just died a little bit inside*
”I-Uh-I-Uh-I-Uh-…” he seems a little confused, and shocked. But he quickly hides it behind a (fake) smile.
“Can… can I kiss you again? Did that sound weird? That sounded weird. This is weird.”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
He takes a moment, smiling “Have you ever been painted before?”
“It’s cause you’ve got something wrong in the head, that’s why. Go the therapy dude, being alone with your thoughts doesn’t make them better, I would know.”
"Like, painted on?" she flushes a bit, having thoughts. "I cannot say I have."
"It's not the assault I have an issue with, it's the repercussions... I picked a bad target."
He laughs, shaking his head, “No no, I mean someone paint you, not someone paint on you, though I can do both if you’d like.”
“You shouldn’t pick any target, honestly, you should just not fight people at all.” He yawns.
"Uh, I don't see why not... I might have to ask Atlas what he thinks about it all.." she kinda mumbles a bit.
"Is that not why we're here?!" he stands up, pulling at his hair a bit. "These so called gods have fought since the beginning of time, but NO! I'm the [GP]HOLE when I do!"
“Oh? Really? Don’t feel obligated to oblige me, if you don’t see why not, than you shouldn’t see why either, feel no need.” He smiles.
“Nobodies trying to kill each other except for you, you are the [gp]hole because you’re fighting people who don’t want to fight.” He shakes his head, looking down at his arm and beginning to work on it.
"You know what? I don't mind, lets do it. Face and arms only if you're gonna paint on me, though."
"Good point, i'll probably try and fight those who want to. Or maybe hunt." Something inside of him seems to snap, and he's gone cold.
He cracks his neck, “Come on, I’ll get my paint at the Hermes cabin, and you can tell me what you’d like.” He gets back up.
He gets up from his bench, “Well that’s not good.” He begins walking back to his cabin, worrying for his friends.
She follows, humming a sailor's tune
It lasts briefly, and he begins to head to the forest to sit in the stream and be alone.
“Tell me more about yourself, so I know who I’m painting on, if that’s okay.”
The mist coalesces around him and he takes the form of Atticus.
He grabs the chin of his own mirror image, chuckling. "What a handsome face. We gonna kiss or somethin'?"
“… what have I walked into. Anyways. Why did I do this again? I don’t know. This is weird. I will stop.”
the mist peels away, and cordon is once again just standing there.
He sighs and lets go of Cordon's face, fixing his hair as he is himself again "See? We both have done things we regret. See ya round, fellow shapesmith" With only the intent of being mischeivious, teasing, and a bit evil, he gives Cordon's cheek a peck and walks out of the cabin to gods know where.
Cordon is standing there like, ‘What the (gp) just happened. Is that (gp) gay? He’s hot. What the (gp) just happened’.
If he's quick enough, Cordon can follow the bisexual shape shifter.
Cordon snaps out of it, and follows him.
”Uh. Attic guy. What the (gp) was that.”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“… so we gonna talk about me confessing my love to you or…?”
“Oh-yeah-… about that-… Uh, Leslie-… you’re… uh, really nice and-…”
*i can make precisely two decisions here and they are both evil. Well, evil for different people and for different reasons.*
“A-and?”
*just know that this choice quite literally affects all of camp in drastic ways for reasons I can’t disclose!*
*well isn’t that lovely*
”and-… uhm… cute-…”
*Elijah is deciding to take possibly the more evil option: pretending to have feelings*
*well, depending on whatever the (gp) happened to Leslie, this is actually the best option! Who hoo! Disaster averted.*
”W-wait what?”
“Huh? What?…”
*it is definitely not the best option for Elijah’s emotional state*
“You… you like me!”
leslie quickly kisses Elijah, then quickly pulls away.
“U-um, was that too soon? Oh gods I’m horrible at this…”
*Elijah just died a little bit inside*
”I-Uh-I-Uh-I-Uh-…” he seems a little confused, and shocked. But he quickly hides it behind a (fake) smile.
“Can… can I kiss you again? Did that sound weird? That sounded weird. This is weird.”
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“… so we gonna talk about me confessing my love to you or…?”
“Oh-yeah-… about that-… Uh, Leslie-… you’re… uh, really nice and-…”
*i can make precisely two decisions here and they are both evil. Well, evil for different people and for different reasons.*
“A-and?”
*just know that this choice quite literally affects all of camp in drastic ways for reasons I can’t disclose!*
*well isn’t that lovely*
”and-… uhm… cute-…”
*Elijah is deciding to take possibly the more evil option: pretending to have feelings*
*well, depending on whatever the (gp) happened to Leslie, this is actually the best option! Who hoo! Disaster averted.*
”W-wait what?”
“Huh? What?…”
*it is definitely not the best option for Elijah’s emotional state*
“You… you like me!”
leslie quickly kisses Elijah, then quickly pulls away.
“U-um, was that too soon? Oh gods I’m horrible at this…”
*Elijah just died a little bit inside*
”I-Uh-I-Uh-I-Uh-…” he seems a little confused, and shocked. But he quickly hides it behind a (fake) smile.
“Can… can I kiss you again? Did that sound weird? That sounded weird. This is weird.”
“I-er… I’ve never really been kissed by a girl before- before now-… I don’t know-…” he stutters, trying his very hardest to maintain that, ‘confused but happy,’ expression.
*whoopsies*
”…don’t want to talk about it.”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Elijah just died a little bit inside*
”I-Uh-I-Uh-I-Uh-…” he seems a little confused, and shocked. But he quickly hides it behind a (fake) smile.
"... Alright, then. Welcome to camp. Anything coming behind you? Or anything else you want to declare about the circumstances if your arrival?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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Cordon is standing there like, ‘What the (gp) just happened. Is that (gp) gay? He’s hot. What the (gp) just happened’.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*its official y’all, Elijah is somehow in even more denial!*
“… keep flammable things away?including people?”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“Can… can I kiss you again? Did that sound weird? That sounded weird. This is weird.”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*Whoops sorry Arch, also cut.*
He begins humming and dancing as he makes their food, “Tell me more about yourself, friend.”
*Congratulations. XD*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*yep!*
“Tell me more about yourself, so I know who I’m painting on, if that’s okay.”
(Good place to end?)
Cordon snaps out of it, and follows him.
”Uh. Attic guy. What the (gp) was that.”
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“I-er… I’ve never really been kissed by a girl before- before now-… I don’t know-…” he stutters, trying his very hardest to maintain that, ‘confused but happy,’ expression.