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 "the most obscure creatures, the ones no one remembers anymore are regenerating from tarturus less and less"

 "Really..? Which kinds?"

 "lemme see if I can remember...... I think there's a subspecies of hydra, cloud centaurs, a bunch of creatures from the beggining...."

 "... Is there a way to help them?"

 "that's the worst part. not really. unless you have a way to make people remember them, eventually, they'll just.... fade away"

 "... Then lets fin a way to make more people remember them. Quickly."

 "good idea"

 "First we need to get together a list of all the disappearing creatures we can.."

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 Maho ponders over this before an idea seems to form in his head. "Okay, maybe you are telling the truth. Do you mind if I do something to confirm it?" He lifts his right hand which has an orb of mist floating on the palm.

 "... Depends what the frick you plan on doing with that weird magic ball crap..."

 "I promise the most it will do is tickle. I think. It is just a spell that finds sources and traces of magic in the immediate location."

 "You think?! And Im just supposed to trust you on something that you aren't even sure of?"

 "Don't worry. I've cast it near other half-bloods. I sensed their magic, and they made no comment. I am certain you won't feel anything."

 "... Fine. But if anything goes wrong..."

 "You'll sick your skellies on me? I've heard every threat from every type of half-blood by now. Stay still." The orb unravels as strands grow to encircle Maho and brush against every surface nearby. Many touch you, but you hardly notice from its faint, near invisible touch. Others brush the skeletons as well.

 The skeletons are absolutely COVERED in necromancy magic. While Vin has no active spells or anything, he clearly has ambient magic from a divine origin- More specifically something chthonic 

 He clenches his fist, forcing all the strands to seep back through the cracks in his fingers, disappearing once more. He frowns to Vin.

 "What?? Why are you looking at me like that??"

 "The skeletons are covered with necromantic magic. You are covered with the same, but divine. I am sorry I was the one to tell you."

 "... Youre wrong. If theres magic on me? Its from someone like you putting it there. Not some crazy greek god parent."

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 "the most obscure creatures, the ones no one remembers anymore are regenerating from tarturus less and less"

 "Really..? Which kinds?"

 "lemme see if I can remember...... I think there's a subspecies of hydra, cloud centaurs, a bunch of creatures from the beggining...."

 "... Is there a way to help them?"

 "that's the worst part. not really. unless you have a way to make people remember them, eventually, they'll just.... fade away"

 "... Then lets fin a way to make more people remember them. Quickly."

 "good idea"

 "First we need to get together a list of all the disappearing creatures we can.."

 "head to the library?"

 She nods "Ill... Ill stay outside. Me in a library would..."

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 Maho ponders over this before an idea seems to form in his head. "Okay, maybe you are telling the truth. Do you mind if I do something to confirm it?" He lifts his right hand which has an orb of mist floating on the palm.

 "... Depends what the frick you plan on doing with that weird magic ball crap..."

 "I promise the most it will do is tickle. I think. It is just a spell that finds sources and traces of magic in the immediate location."

 "You think?! And Im just supposed to trust you on something that you aren't even sure of?"

 "Don't worry. I've cast it near other half-bloods. I sensed their magic, and they made no comment. I am certain you won't feel anything."

 "... Fine. But if anything goes wrong..."

 "You'll sick your skellies on me? I've heard every threat from every type of half-blood by now. Stay still." The orb unravels as strands grow to encircle Maho and brush against every surface nearby. Many touch you, but you hardly notice from its faint, near invisible touch. Others brush the skeletons as well.

 The skeletons are absolutely COVERED in necromancy magic. While Vin has no active spells or anything, he clearly has ambient magic from a divine origin- More specifically something chthonic 

 He clenches his fist, forcing all the strands to seep back through the cracks in his fingers, disappearing once more. He frowns to Vin.

 "What?? Why are you looking at me like that??"

 "The skeletons are covered with necromantic magic. You are covered with the same, but divine. I am sorry I was the one to tell you."

 "... Youre wrong. If theres magic on me? Its from someone like you putting it there. Not some crazy greek god parent."

 "My magic is not like yours, nor is it like anyone else I have touched with this spell. These skeletons follow you because you summon them subconsciously."

*Just made some art in PIcrew for Maho and Neru (Shown in that order). The bee shirt is supposed to the camp shirt.*

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 Maho ponders over this before an idea seems to form in his head. "Okay, maybe you are telling the truth. Do you mind if I do something to confirm it?" He lifts his right hand which has an orb of mist floating on the palm.

 "... Depends what the frick you plan on doing with that weird magic ball crap..."

 "I promise the most it will do is tickle. I think. It is just a spell that finds sources and traces of magic in the immediate location."

 "You think?! And Im just supposed to trust you on something that you aren't even sure of?"

 "Don't worry. I've cast it near other half-bloods. I sensed their magic, and they made no comment. I am certain you won't feel anything."

 "... Fine. But if anything goes wrong..."

 "You'll sick your skellies on me? I've heard every threat from every type of half-blood by now. Stay still." The orb unravels as strands grow to encircle Maho and brush against every surface nearby. Many touch you, but you hardly notice from its faint, near invisible touch. Others brush the skeletons as well.

 The skeletons are absolutely COVERED in necromancy magic. While Vin has no active spells or anything, he clearly has ambient magic from a divine origin- More specifically something chthonic 

 He clenches his fist, forcing all the strands to seep back through the cracks in his fingers, disappearing once more. He frowns to Vin.

 "What?? Why are you looking at me like that??"

 "The skeletons are covered with necromantic magic. You are covered with the same, but divine. I am sorry I was the one to tell you."

 "... Youre wrong. If theres magic on me? Its from someone like you putting it there. Not some crazy greek god parent."

 "My magic is not like yours, nor is it like anyone else I have touched with this spell. These skeletons follow you because you summon them subconsciously."

 "Ugh... Its not me summoning them... I can tell you that much.."

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 Maho ponders over this before an idea seems to form in his head. "Okay, maybe you are telling the truth. Do you mind if I do something to confirm it?" He lifts his right hand which has an orb of mist floating on the palm.

 "... Depends what the frick you plan on doing with that weird magic ball crap..."

 "I promise the most it will do is tickle. I think. It is just a spell that finds sources and traces of magic in the immediate location."

 "You think?! And Im just supposed to trust you on something that you aren't even sure of?"

 "Don't worry. I've cast it near other half-bloods. I sensed their magic, and they made no comment. I am certain you won't feel anything."

 "... Fine. But if anything goes wrong..."

 "You'll sick your skellies on me? I've heard every threat from every type of half-blood by now. Stay still." The orb unravels as strands grow to encircle Maho and brush against every surface nearby. Many touch you, but you hardly notice from its faint, near invisible touch. Others brush the skeletons as well.

 The skeletons are absolutely COVERED in necromancy magic. While Vin has no active spells or anything, he clearly has ambient magic from a divine origin- More specifically something chthonic 

 He clenches his fist, forcing all the strands to seep back through the cracks in his fingers, disappearing once more. He frowns to Vin.

 "What?? Why are you looking at me like that??"

 "The skeletons are covered with necromantic magic. You are covered with the same, but divine. I am sorry I was the one to tell you."

 "... Youre wrong. If theres magic on me? Its from someone like you putting it there. Not some crazy greek god parent."

 "My magic is not like yours, nor is it like anyone else I have touched with this spell. These skeletons follow you because you summon them subconsciously."

 "Ugh... Its not me summoning them... I can tell you that much.."

 "Then they who gave you divine blood sent them. I refuse to swear upon the river Styx, but you are a half-blood with two mortal parents and one godly one."

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 "the most obscure creatures, the ones no one remembers anymore are regenerating from tarturus less and less"

 "Really..? Which kinds?"

 "lemme see if I can remember...... I think there's a subspecies of hydra, cloud centaurs, a bunch of creatures from the beggining...."

 "... Is there a way to help them?"

 "that's the worst part. not really. unless you have a way to make people remember them, eventually, they'll just.... fade away"

 "... Then lets fin a way to make more people remember them. Quickly."

 "good idea"

 "First we need to get together a list of all the disappearing creatures we can.."

 "head to the library?"

 She nods "Ill... Ill stay outside. Me in a library would..."

 "oh! right! sure. lets go"

 She nods, standing up

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 Maho ponders over this before an idea seems to form in his head. "Okay, maybe you are telling the truth. Do you mind if I do something to confirm it?" He lifts his right hand which has an orb of mist floating on the palm.

 "... Depends what the frick you plan on doing with that weird magic ball crap..."

 "I promise the most it will do is tickle. I think. It is just a spell that finds sources and traces of magic in the immediate location."

 "You think?! And Im just supposed to trust you on something that you aren't even sure of?"

 "Don't worry. I've cast it near other half-bloods. I sensed their magic, and they made no comment. I am certain you won't feel anything."

 "... Fine. But if anything goes wrong..."

 "You'll sick your skellies on me? I've heard every threat from every type of half-blood by now. Stay still." The orb unravels as strands grow to encircle Maho and brush against every surface nearby. Many touch you, but you hardly notice from its faint, near invisible touch. Others brush the skeletons as well.

 The skeletons are absolutely COVERED in necromancy magic. While Vin has no active spells or anything, he clearly has ambient magic from a divine origin- More specifically something chthonic 

 He clenches his fist, forcing all the strands to seep back through the cracks in his fingers, disappearing once more. He frowns to Vin.

 "What?? Why are you looking at me like that??"

 "The skeletons are covered with necromantic magic. You are covered with the same, but divine. I am sorry I was the one to tell you."

 "... Youre wrong. If theres magic on me? Its from someone like you putting it there. Not some crazy greek god parent."

 "My magic is not like yours, nor is it like anyone else I have touched with this spell. These skeletons follow you because you summon them subconsciously."

 "Ugh... Its not me summoning them... I can tell you that much.."

 "Then they who gave you divine blood sent them. I refuse to swear upon the river Styx, but you are a half-blood with two mortal parents and one godly one."

 "Thats... Not how parents OR fractions work.."

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Late at night, a teenage boy, 15 years or so of age, is seen, making his way to the camp as far as he can. Based on the way he runs, it’s clear he has an injured leg. He looks scared, panicked even, checking over his shoulder to see if anything is following him. He’s exhausted, it seems, but he’s still running.  He stands at 6’2, with warm, reddish brown eyes, flecked with bright crimson. His hair is wild, unkempt, curly and a deep brown, going down to his shoulders. He wears a white shirt under an unbuttoned, dark red flannel jacket with rolled up sleeves, and ripped black jeans.  there is a large burn scar stretching across his forearm. He has golden stud earrings and he’s holding a pocket knife in one hand.

 Makana is conflicted for a moment, hiding in the water, before running over to offer hwr shoulder in support "Lean on me... Itll take the weight off your leg, and get you inside faster.."

 He glances to Makana, at first with fear, then with an expression of relief. “Thank you-…” he whispers, leaning on Makana.

 "Dont thank me until we're inside... Cmon" she starts moving at whatever the fastest he can go seems to be

 Despite being injured, he hobbles along fairly fast. Makana hears something rustle in the trees behind them, and he picks up the pace.

 "... Whats following you? In those trees?"

 *sorry for the delay, was eating dinner*

”I-I don’t know what it is-… goat-lion-snake… thing…” he stutters.

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Late at night, a teenage boy, 15 years or so of age, is seen, making his way to the camp as far as he can. Based on the way he runs, it’s clear he has an injured leg. He looks scared, panicked even, checking over his shoulder to see if anything is following him. He’s exhausted, it seems, but he’s still running.  He stands at 6’2, with warm, reddish brown eyes, flecked with bright crimson. His hair is wild, unkempt, curly and a deep brown, going down to his shoulders. He wears a white shirt under an unbuttoned, dark red flannel jacket with rolled up sleeves, and ripped black jeans.  there is a large burn scar stretching across his forearm. He has golden stud earrings and he’s holding a pocket knife in one hand.

 Makana is conflicted for a moment, hiding in the water, before running over to offer hwr shoulder in support "Lean on me... Itll take the weight off your leg, and get you inside faster.."

 He glances to Makana, at first with fear, then with an expression of relief. “Thank you-…” he whispers, leaning on Makana.

 "Dont thank me until we're inside... Cmon" she starts moving at whatever the fastest he can go seems to be

 Despite being injured, he hobbles along fairly fast. Makana hears something rustle in the trees behind them, and he picks up the pace.

 "... Whats following you? In those trees?"

 *sorry for the delay, was eating dinner*

”I-I don’t know what it is-… goat-lion-snake… thing…” he stutters.

 *No worries!!* "... Chimera. How long has it been following?"

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Late at night, a teenage boy, 15 years or so of age, is seen, making his way to the camp as far as he can. Based on the way he runs, it’s clear he has an injured leg. He looks scared, panicked even, checking over his shoulder to see if anything is following him. He’s exhausted, it seems, but he’s still running.  He stands at 6’2, with warm, reddish brown eyes, flecked with bright crimson. His hair is wild, unkempt, curly and a deep brown, going down to his shoulders. He wears a white shirt under an unbuttoned, dark red flannel jacket with rolled up sleeves, and ripped black jeans.  there is a large burn scar stretching across his forearm. He has golden stud earrings and he’s holding a pocket knife in one hand.

 Makana is conflicted for a moment, hiding in the water, before running over to offer hwr shoulder in support "Lean on me... Itll take the weight off your leg, and get you inside faster.."

 He glances to Makana, at first with fear, then with an expression of relief. “Thank you-…” he whispers, leaning on Makana.

 "Dont thank me until we're inside... Cmon" she starts moving at whatever the fastest he can go seems to be

 Despite being injured, he hobbles along fairly fast. Makana hears something rustle in the trees behind them, and he picks up the pace.

 "... Whats following you? In those trees?"

 *sorry for the delay, was eating dinner*

”I-I don’t know what it is-… goat-lion-snake… thing…” he stutters.

 *No worries!!* "... Chimera. How long has it been following?"

 “On and off…. For eight months. It found me again four days ago…”

Makana hears a roar coming from the woods.

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 Maho ponders over this before an idea seems to form in his head. "Okay, maybe you are telling the truth. Do you mind if I do something to confirm it?" He lifts his right hand which has an orb of mist floating on the palm.

 "... Depends what the frick you plan on doing with that weird magic ball crap..."

 "I promise the most it will do is tickle. I think. It is just a spell that finds sources and traces of magic in the immediate location."

 "You think?! And Im just supposed to trust you on something that you aren't even sure of?"

 "Don't worry. I've cast it near other half-bloods. I sensed their magic, and they made no comment. I am certain you won't feel anything."

 "... Fine. But if anything goes wrong..."

 "You'll sick your skellies on me? I've heard every threat from every type of half-blood by now. Stay still." The orb unravels as strands grow to encircle Maho and brush against every surface nearby. Many touch you, but you hardly notice from its faint, near invisible touch. Others brush the skeletons as well.

 The skeletons are absolutely COVERED in necromancy magic. While Vin has no active spells or anything, he clearly has ambient magic from a divine origin- More specifically something chthonic 

 He clenches his fist, forcing all the strands to seep back through the cracks in his fingers, disappearing once more. He frowns to Vin.

 "What?? Why are you looking at me like that??"

 "The skeletons are covered with necromantic magic. You are covered with the same, but divine. I am sorry I was the one to tell you."

 "... Youre wrong. If theres magic on me? Its from someone like you putting it there. Not some crazy greek god parent."

 "My magic is not like yours, nor is it like anyone else I have touched with this spell. These skeletons follow you because you summon them subconsciously."

 "Ugh... Its not me summoning them... I can tell you that much.."

 "Then they who gave you divine blood sent them. I refuse to swear upon the river Styx, but you are a half-blood with two mortal parents and one godly one."

 "Thats... Not how parents OR fractions work.."

 "I meant you have two biological, or whatever it is that we are born of, parents, but you also have two parents who were actually present for your life. That makes three."

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 "the most obscure creatures, the ones no one remembers anymore are regenerating from tarturus less and less"

 "Really..? Which kinds?"

 "lemme see if I can remember...... I think there's a subspecies of hydra, cloud centaurs, a bunch of creatures from the beggining...."

 "... Is there a way to help them?"

 "that's the worst part. not really. unless you have a way to make people remember them, eventually, they'll just.... fade away"

 "... Then lets fin a way to make more people remember them. Quickly."

 "good idea"

 "First we need to get together a list of all the disappearing creatures we can.."

 "head to the library?"

 She nods "Ill... Ill stay outside. Me in a library would..."

 "oh! right! sure. lets go"

 She nods, standing up

 omar stands up as well, and walks toward the library. "did you hear about the missing page?"

 "Missing page..?"

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Late at night, a teenage boy, 15 years or so of age, is seen, making his way to the camp as far as he can. Based on the way he runs, it’s clear he has an injured leg. He looks scared, panicked even, checking over his shoulder to see if anything is following him. He’s exhausted, it seems, but he’s still running.  He stands at 6’2, with warm, reddish brown eyes, flecked with bright crimson. His hair is wild, unkempt, curly and a deep brown, going down to his shoulders. He wears a white shirt under an unbuttoned, dark red flannel jacket with rolled up sleeves, and ripped black jeans.  there is a large burn scar stretching across his forearm. He has golden stud earrings and he’s holding a pocket knife in one hand.

 Makana is conflicted for a moment, hiding in the water, before running over to offer hwr shoulder in support "Lean on me... Itll take the weight off your leg, and get you inside faster.."

 He glances to Makana, at first with fear, then with an expression of relief. “Thank you-…” he whispers, leaning on Makana.

 "Dont thank me until we're inside... Cmon" she starts moving at whatever the fastest he can go seems to be

 Despite being injured, he hobbles along fairly fast. Makana hears something rustle in the trees behind them, and he picks up the pace.

 "... Whats following you? In those trees?"

 *sorry for the delay, was eating dinner*

”I-I don’t know what it is-… goat-lion-snake… thing…” he stutters.

 *No worries!!* "... Chimera. How long has it been following?"

 “On and off…. For eight months. It found me again four days ago…”

Makana hears a roar coming from the woods.

 "... Can I pick you up? We have to move."

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 "I meant you have two biological, or whatever it is that we are born of, parents, but you also have two parents who were actually present for your life. That makes three."

 "My normal parents ARE my biological parents!! What do you not understand about this??'