*Uuuhhh... I forgot his name, I think it started with an M? Let Khaos into camp.*
Marcus has finally left the infirmary. He has killed a ton of NPC Ashley’s in video games.
A voice echoes in his head... the voice of Khaos.
"Hmmm... managed to slither your way out of that, hm? Well... You won't be able to break your oath so easily next time..."
“I’m not listening to you any more. I no longer give you permission to enter camp. Get out.”
Khaos laughs.
"Sadly, that's not how it works. You aren't my only puppet in this camp... You are just the weakest, and the one that was new enough to be able for me to sneak into camp using."
“Get out of me! I am a child of Melinöe! I am not weak!”
"Oh, child... When I first arived, I ws weak enough for you to resist my presence if you were folish enough to... but now? Wit hall the terror and suspicion... all the wonderful chaos for me to feed on..."
“I have the power. You cannot control me.”
"You insolent child... What do you have the power over? Me?"
“Me. I have the power over me.” He tries to remain calm and orderly.
"Mmm. Well, sory to say, I am not you."
“I still have power over myself.”
*I could've sworn I replied to this.*
"Hm. And maybe you do..."
*weird. Glitch?*
“Now get out of me!”
"... Fine. I've no use for you anyways..."
The circle with eight arrows seems to fade into a thick black mist, dispersing into the wind.
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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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
"if its got a faulty part, maybe you could take it to hephestus cabin?"
"It doesn't have a faulty part, per se. It uses a lot of magic to function. Ergo, sometimes it disables certain functions to save magic power. If it uses too much power, well... it overheats and collapses."
"Ah. Seeing through illusions is always useful, even if you can't use it all the time"
"Indeed. It is particularly useful for a detective such as myself."
"Oh... You're a detective?"
*PANIK!!!!!!!*
"Have you not figured that out yet? Jeremiah Inquisition, detective extraordinaire, at your service."
"No, sorry, I'm usually more observant. Just putting your powers to good use?"
<Ah, took me a second to respond to Gonzo. I've gotta stop doing this though.>
"Yes. I love questioning stuff, so... here I am. I was christened the detective of the camp only a couple months ago, so that would explain why you haven't seen/heard of me."
"neat. you wanna get going?"
"Sure. Where's the entrance to the labyrinth?"
"just this way."
omar walks off into the woods
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Harvey is being taught swordfighting. He’s decent at it, but not exceptional or anything.
Evan is flying around in the woods. He notices Caleb.
Chase is in the arena, watching him.
Caleb notices Evan, and quickly pockets the phone. He waves, a nervous smile on his face.
the person he’s dueling against disarms him, and he jumps back. He grumbles, picking up his sword. He notices Chase is watching him and waves awkwardly, pausing.
“What’s up, ice man? Did I see something glowing? Do you have glow powers too?”
“Nice!” Chase says. “Keep moving. Don’t get caught standing still. A still man is a dead man.”
“Heh, what?… nope, you must’ve been imagining things.”
he smiles. “Thanks.” Harvey and the other kid begin sparring again. Harvey still loses, but he does a bit better this time.
“True. I have a good imagination. Caleb, right?”
“Better. Most of this business just takes practice. And a weapon best attuned to you.”
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Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Fitte is also wandering through the woods. He sees Caleb, and yells over to him.
"Yo! Dude! I remember you! You welcomed me to camp!"
He pockets the phone immediately.
”oh, hi!… how-uh… how have you been?”
"Pretty good. I'm apparently the son of Athena. My half-siblings don't really like me, though... I feel more at home with the Hephaestus cabin anyways, I suppose. Hey, what's your number?"
“I-uh… well… we aren’t really supposed to have phones…”
*Yup!!* "But do you want one? If you do, then itd be well worth it"
"I've got a spare, just... no one can surf with me without a spare. If you want to get me one, I wont tell you not to, I guess."
She smiles, still a bit nervously, though "What kind of designs do you like?"
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A young woman sat by Thalia's tree, flipping through a worn leather book silently. Her long silver hair drooped over her shoulders as she absentmindedly flipped through the stiff, wrinkled pages. This wouldn't have been an odd sight at camp half-blood, except for the fact that this particular half-blood was blind. A silky black blindfold covered her eyes as she stared ahead, tracing the wordings on the crinkled pages, slowly "reading" the pages of the book. Apathy was born without sight, something she was often made fun of for, but somehow she could still see. Her eyes were faded, yes, but she could sense those around her, somehow. It wasn't until she was claimed, however, that she learned that it was a gift from her father Apollo, the god of the sun, healing, and prophecies. Then she was brought to this place. This peaceful place where all of her worries faded away...
She begins to sence a presence nearby, walking closer. But... something's off. This presence is... more than one. Like... theres another mind inhabiting the body of one person, one that was not always there.
Apathy looked up from her book. "Is somebody there?"
"Hm? Oh. Yeah. Did I startle you..?"
"Yes, but... it's quite alright... um... may I have your names?"
"... What do you mean, 'names'...?"
Her voice is tight and panicked.
"I sense something about you... like... your soul..." Apathy slowly reaches out towards the other person, curiosity in written on her face "...It's not like other souls... it's almost..." She hesitates for a second, then says "...split."
"... Oh no."
*HEHE ALL MY CHARACTERS ARE GETTING THEIR REVEAL*
Seeing as nobody's stopping her, Apathy places a hand on the other person's chest. "...It's strange... I've never felt anything like this..."
She pushes you away.
"Don't do that!"
For the split second she's in contact, a torrent of thoughts enters her mind. A chaotic flow of thoughts, panic, incomprehensible madness.
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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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
*Uuuhhh... I forgot his name, I think it started with an M? Let Khaos into camp.*
Marcus has finally left the infirmary. He has killed a ton of NPC Ashley’s in video games.
A voice echoes in his head... the voice of Khaos.
"Hmmm... managed to slither your way out of that, hm? Well... You won't be able to break your oath so easily next time..."
“I’m not listening to you any more. I no longer give you permission to enter camp. Get out.”
Khaos laughs.
"Sadly, that's not how it works. You aren't my only puppet in this camp... You are just the weakest, and the one that was new enough to be able for me to sneak into camp using."
“Get out of me! I am a child of Melinöe! I am not weak!”
"Oh, child... When I first arived, I ws weak enough for you to resist my presence if you were folish enough to... but now? Wit hall the terror and suspicion... all the wonderful chaos for me to feed on..."
“I have the power. You cannot control me.”
"You insolent child... What do you have the power over? Me?"
“Me. I have the power over me.” He tries to remain calm and orderly.
"Mmm. Well, sory to say, I am not you."
“I still have power over myself.”
*I could've sworn I replied to this.*
"Hm. And maybe you do..."
*weird. Glitch?*
“Now get out of me!”
"... Fine. I've no use for you anyways..."
The circle with eight arrows seems to fade into a thick black mist, dispersing into the wind.
“Oh thank gods.” Marcus says.
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Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Fitte is also wandering through the woods. He sees Caleb, and yells over to him.
"Yo! Dude! I remember you! You welcomed me to camp!"
He pockets the phone immediately.
”oh, hi!… how-uh… how have you been?”
"Pretty good. I'm apparently the son of Athena. My half-siblings don't really like me, though... I feel more at home with the Hephaestus cabin anyways, I suppose. Hey, what's your number?"
“I-uh… well… we aren’t really supposed to have phones…”
"Wait, we're not? But you just had a phone, yo!" He points to the bulge in Caleb's pocket. "What about walkie-talkies?"
"Oh? Well, the Fates would beg to differ. And who said my dad was allied with Khaos?"
"I suppose you have a point. You never explicitly said that." He pauses, going into a fighting stance.
"If you by chance have any unfinished business, please do what you must. I wish not to destroy one that has not completed what they wish to do."
"Oh. Like you'll destroy me?"
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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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Harvey is being taught swordfighting. He’s decent at it, but not exceptional or anything.
Evan is flying around in the woods. He notices Caleb.
Chase is in the arena, watching him.
Caleb notices Evan, and quickly pockets the phone. He waves, a nervous smile on his face.
the person he’s dueling against disarms him, and he jumps back. He grumbles, picking up his sword. He notices Chase is watching him and waves awkwardly, pausing.
“What’s up, ice man? Did I see something glowing? Do you have glow powers too?”
“Nice!” Chase says. “Keep moving. Don’t get caught standing still. A still man is a dead man.”
“Heh, what?… nope, you must’ve been imagining things.”
he smiles. “Thanks.” Harvey and the other kid begin sparring again. Harvey still loses, but he does a bit better this time.
“True. I have a good imagination. Caleb, right?”
“Better. Most of this business just takes practice. And a weapon best attuned to you.”
“Yeah, Caleb. You’re, uh… Evan?”
he chuckles lightly. “I think I’m better with my fists.”
*Yup!!* "But do you want one? If you do, then itd be well worth it"
"I've got a spare, just... no one can surf with me without a spare. If you want to get me one, I wont tell you not to, I guess."
She smiles, still a bit nervously, though "What kind of designs do you like?"
"Doesn't matter, I'd love it either way, you should smile more confidently, your smile is pretty." He feels his scar, sighing.
"Thats.. Very kind of you to say.. Even if I think youre just being flattering to a friend.. Thank you. Ill try to get something I think youll like. And... Hopefully the scar should heal in a few days"
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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! Characters (Outdated)
Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Harvey is being taught swordfighting. He’s decent at it, but not exceptional or anything.
Evan is flying around in the woods. He notices Caleb.
Chase is in the arena, watching him.
Caleb notices Evan, and quickly pockets the phone. He waves, a nervous smile on his face.
the person he’s dueling against disarms him, and he jumps back. He grumbles, picking up his sword. He notices Chase is watching him and waves awkwardly, pausing.
“What’s up, ice man? Did I see something glowing? Do you have glow powers too?”
“Nice!” Chase says. “Keep moving. Don’t get caught standing still. A still man is a dead man.”
“Heh, what?… nope, you must’ve been imagining things.”
he smiles. “Thanks.” Harvey and the other kid begin sparring again. Harvey still loses, but he does a bit better this time.
“True. I have a good imagination. Caleb, right?”
“Better. Most of this business just takes practice. And a weapon best attuned to you.”
“Yeah, Caleb. You’re, uh… Evan?”
he chuckles lightly. “I think I’m better with my fists.”
“Yeah!”
“Well then, what’s stopping you? Try it with your fists. Maybe you can ask the Hephaestus cabin to get you some gloves with spikes or something to do more damage.”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Caleb is in the woods. He seems to be talking on the phone. A phone he shouldn’t have.
Fitte is also wandering through the woods. He sees Caleb, and yells over to him.
"Yo! Dude! I remember you! You welcomed me to camp!"
He pockets the phone immediately.
”oh, hi!… how-uh… how have you been?”
"Pretty good. I'm apparently the son of Athena. My half-siblings don't really like me, though... I feel more at home with the Hephaestus cabin anyways, I suppose. Hey, what's your number?"
“I-uh… well… we aren’t really supposed to have phones…”
"Wait, we're not? But you just had a phone, yo!" He points to the bulge in Caleb's pocket. "What about walkie-talkies?"
“Mm… don’t tell anyone that. About my phone. And I don’t think we can have those either…”
Harvey is being taught swordfighting. He’s decent at it, but not exceptional or anything.
Makana watches from hiding for now 22, waiting
That’d beat his passive perception.
the person he’s dueling against disarms him, and he jumps back. He grumbles, picking up his sword and starting again.
She tries to get a good look at the other person, more worried about them than him
It’s someone she doesn’t know. A Hermes kid, probably.
She will just wait for now, watching quietly the whole time
After a bit more practice, the Hermes kid takes a break and leaves the arena, leaving Harvey alone, taking a break and drinking some water.
She waits until the Hermes kid is out of sight before walking over carefully "E-Evening.."
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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! Characters (Outdated)
*Yup!!* "But do you want one? If you do, then itd be well worth it"
"I've got a spare, just... no one can surf with me without a spare. If you want to get me one, I wont tell you not to, I guess."
She smiles, still a bit nervously, though "What kind of designs do you like?"
"Doesn't matter, I'd love it either way, you should smile more confidently, your smile is pretty." He feels his scar, sighing.
"Thats.. Very kind of you to say.. Even if I think youre just being flattering to a friend.. Thank you. Ill try to get something I think youll like. And... Hopefully the scar should heal in a few days"
He takes the ring of regeneration off of his finger, "I don't want the scar to heal, and I want you to know I'm being honest." He hands them the ring back, "You should take this back, I don't need it anymore."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"... Fine. I've no use for you anyways..."
The circle with eight arrows seems to fade into a thick black mist, dispersing into the wind.
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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
"just this way."
omar walks off into the woods
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“True. I have a good imagination. Caleb, right?”
“Better. Most of this business just takes practice. And a weapon best attuned to you.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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“I-uh… well… we aren’t really supposed to have phones…”
She smiles, still a bit nervously, though "What kind of designs do you like?"
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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She pushes you away.
"Don't do that!"
For the split second she's in contact, a torrent of thoughts enters her mind. A chaotic flow of thoughts, panic, incomprehensible madness.
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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
"I suppose you have a point. You never explicitly said that." He pauses, going into a fighting stance.
"If you by chance have any unfinished business, please do what you must. I wish not to destroy one that has not completed what they wish to do."
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
“Oh thank gods.” Marcus says.
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"Doesn't matter, I'd love it either way, you should smile more confidently, your smile is pretty." He feels his scar, sighing.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Jeremiah follows, with Truth Seeker close behind.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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After a bit more practice, the Hermes kid takes a break and leaves the arena, leaving Harvey alone, taking a break and drinking some water.
"Wait, we're not? But you just had a phone, yo!" He points to the bulge in Caleb's pocket. "What about walkie-talkies?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
"Oh. Like you'll destroy me?"
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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
Omar reaches a large boulder
"Here we are!"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“Yeah, Caleb. You’re, uh… Evan?”
he chuckles lightly. “I think I’m better with my fists.”
"Thats.. Very kind of you to say.. Even if I think youre just being flattering to a friend.. Thank you. Ill try to get something I think youll like. And... Hopefully the scar should heal in a few days"
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!
Characters (Outdated)
“Yeah!”
“Well then, what’s stopping you? Try it with your fists. Maybe you can ask the Hephaestus cabin to get you some gloves with spikes or something to do more damage.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“Mm… don’t tell anyone that. About my phone. And I don’t think we can have those either…”
She waits until the Hermes kid is out of sight before walking over carefully "E-Evening.."
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!
Characters (Outdated)
He takes the ring of regeneration off of his finger, "I don't want the scar to heal, and I want you to know I'm being honest." He hands them the ring back, "You should take this back, I don't need it anymore."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)