She breaks down in tears again, clutching the limp body of her child as her family huddles around her.
".. Again.. I am so, so sorry about what happened to her.. I... Im sorry.." She goes back to focusing on helping those still escaping the currents
Eventually the refugee familly swims away.
"... Well, that went absolutely great!"
"... I... The sarcasm isnt needed.." She glances away, holding back tears
"... Makana, are you okay...?"
"... I will be. I have to be. Im... Im as okay as I need to be to keep you all safe.. And to end this all...."
"... Yeah..."
Something is clearly on her mind.
"... What are you thinking about..?"
"Oh... Uh... just..."
"... Feel free to speak your mind.... Whatever it needs to say.."
"... She had a point. What did you ever help us with...?"
"I... I hadn't before. Neither of us had helped each other before... But now we can. I... I never thought anything like this could ever happen... But... But I want to make sure it can never happen again.."
"... Hm."
"... What..?"
"... Just thinking about what would've happened if we helped each other to begin with."
"... Things likely wouldve gona a lot better for both of us, huh..? Im.... Sorry I was such a recluse "
"... Yeah..."
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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.
omar is taking a walk in the woods, humming to themself
He encounters Caleb, talking on the phone with someone. He doesn’t notice Omar.
Omar stays hidden
Make a stealth check.
”still nothing? No clue what it is?…” Caleb says, on the phone. He seems frustrated.
STEKLTH: 7
Caleb whips around, putting the phone in his pocket as Omar steps on a twig and snaps it.
”who’s there?”
"hey there! I was just taking a walk, and I heard you!"
“Oh-… heh… how are ya doing?”
"I'm doing just fine! how 'bout you?"
“…could be better. I did find a magic item, though.”
"really? what's it do?"
He takes an hourglass out of his pocket. It has blue sand, and it’s flipped upside down, though the sand stays in place. “Lets me see people’s memories! It’s pretty cool.”
*omar: PANIK*
"really? any idea where it came from?"
“Found it in the woods, buried. It’s really neat, not sure who made it…”
"hunh. hephestus cabin could probably tell you. what was it doing in the woods?"
“Again, not sure… it also had a note with it, explaining what it did! I’ve used it a bit, and I think I know how it works pretty well…”
"that's really strange. how does it work?"
“I just say someone’s name, then a day, or an event, or some other word related to whatever memory I want to see, and then I get a vision of the memory!”
"neat. can you try it on me?"
“Uh, sure! Any specific memory you want me to see?”
"maybe.... maybe when my dad died?"
“Alright… if you’re sure?…”
he holds up the hourglass, whispering, ‘Omar, father’s death,’ assuming no magic shenanigans stop him, he gets a vision of Omar’s most important memory relating to those words.
“Yeah. And there are a lot of ghosts around here. Lost spirits that died before they could accomplish their dreams and consider themselves guardians of this place. Even though they can’t actually do anything, it’s nice to think about.”
"Um...I just had someone confess to liking me...so..."
"Sounds noble, though I bet they also get a kick out of the stupid antics of the other campers too. So at least its not boring to them."
“Who?”
“The other campers seem kind of stupid. I talked to a ghost named Tyler earlier who just died. He ate his own mother.”
"Atticus..."
".....what." Havoc says like he is taking a bit to process what Marcus just said.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Said sad boy is beating down on the border wall, bloodying his knuckles unflinchingly
Cordon is strolling around camp, trying to keep his mind off his misery, when he notices Atticus, and runs over, putting himself inbetween him and the barrier.
"Whoah whoah whoah!"
He stops, heavily considering breaking off Cordon's jaw. "WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?!"
"For you to not get hurt!"
"A [GP]ing lovely job you've done of that so far, haven't you?! God, why are you so wishy-washy?!"
"I... I'm sorry, okay?! I've just been... overwhelmed. Y'know, with my (GP)ing job of making sure no hermes kids die! And of course, the Hermes cabn burned down! And of (GP)ing course, the fact that Khaos is in the camp!"
"Yeah, thoughts that plague us all, Cordon! It still doesn't make up for the fact that you've treated me as worse than dirt! I sat there, and I told you I [GP]ing loved you; do you have any idea how hard that was?!?!" He grabs their shirt, breathing heavily through his nose. "YOU ACTED LIKE YOU DIDNT EVEN CARE! I GAVE YOU THE ONE THING I NEVER COULD TO HENRY, AND YOU [GP] ON IT!"
"... Then why don't you just kill me right here and now?! IF you hate me so much, why don't you just bash me skull against the barrier and be done with it."
"No, Cordon. This" he holds out the silver card. "Bears more weight than you think it does. Yes, I am royally [GP]ed at you, but I cant just.. ignore how I feel about you. Now. What do you know about an Omar?"
"... I... ..."
"No more silence, no more avoiding the question. Tell. Me." he shakes them a bit, a glint in his eyes. "I'll put you in the infirmary just to keep you in one spot, and you'll tell me eventually."
"Fine, Atticus. Omar... He... He's this new kid. He can... bring up memories of trauma, of loved ones who've died. He... Luke... Oh gods..."
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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.
“Yeah. And there are a lot of ghosts around here. Lost spirits that died before they could accomplish their dreams and consider themselves guardians of this place. Even though they can’t actually do anything, it’s nice to think about.”
"Um...I just had someone confess to liking me...so..."
"Sounds noble, though I bet they also get a kick out of the stupid antics of the other campers too. So at least its not boring to them."
“Who?”
“The other campers seem kind of stupid. I talked to a ghost named Tyler earlier who just died. He ate his own mother.”
"Atticus..."
".....what." Havoc says like he is taking a bit to process what Marcus just said.
“I think I met him earlier. He seemed really sad. We bonded over hating the world.”
“Apparently someone named Seneca killed him.”
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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
"... Would you maybe want to... Hang out tomorrow? Once everyone is safe.."
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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)
omar is taking a walk in the woods, humming to themself
He encounters Caleb, talking on the phone with someone. He doesn’t notice Omar.
Omar stays hidden
Make a stealth check.
”still nothing? No clue what it is?…” Caleb says, on the phone. He seems frustrated.
STEKLTH: 7
Caleb whips around, putting the phone in his pocket as Omar steps on a twig and snaps it.
”who’s there?”
"hey there! I was just taking a walk, and I heard you!"
“Oh-… heh… how are ya doing?”
"I'm doing just fine! how 'bout you?"
“…could be better. I did find a magic item, though.”
"really? what's it do?"
He takes an hourglass out of his pocket. It has blue sand, and it’s flipped upside down, though the sand stays in place. “Lets me see people’s memories! It’s pretty cool.”
*omar: PANIK*
"really? any idea where it came from?"
“Found it in the woods, buried. It’s really neat, not sure who made it…”
"hunh. hephestus cabin could probably tell you. what was it doing in the woods?"
“Again, not sure… it also had a note with it, explaining what it did! I’ve used it a bit, and I think I know how it works pretty well…”
"that's really strange. how does it work?"
“I just say someone’s name, then a day, or an event, or some other word related to whatever memory I want to see, and then I get a vision of the memory!”
"neat. can you try it on me?"
“Uh, sure! Any specific memory you want me to see?”
"maybe.... maybe when my dad died?"
“Alright… if you’re sure?…”
he holds up the hourglass, whispering, ‘Omar, father’s death,’ assuming no magic shenanigans stop him, he gets a vision of Omar’s most important memory relating to those words.
you see an incongruously modern house in the woods. the largest trees you've ever seen. there is a man in a slate grey suit there. he has kind eyes. he looks a lot like Omar. Omar walks in.
"hey dad?"
"yep?"
"can- can you tell me about mom?"
Dr. Templeton sighs, and sits down in his armchair.
"your mom" he begins, in a somber tone "was a very special woman. she came to me one day, asked for my help. I helped her. she came back next week. I helped her again. we talked a lot, shared stories. her family wasn't the best. and one day, she came to me for help, and we ended up with you. I thought she would stay, but she didn't. she went back to her family, and left you with me"
Omar has heard this story a thousand times, but never gets tired of it
"why don't you have any pictures?"
"because" he stands up, moving to the window "it hurts too much. now lets do something about these noisy birds"
there is a flash of bronze in the trees, and a bronze feather appears buried in Dr. templeton's throat, blood pouring down his suit. he falls, and Omar sobs, and draws their knife
*FACT CHECK! where the [GP] did Omar get that knife, if not at camp?*
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...!
"I've.. only ever had two, so I'm not too far ahead of you. I.. thank you."
Unsure of what else to say, he gives Atticus another hug, before sitting back down and sipping his hot coco a bit bashfully.
He hugs back comfortingly, getting up to make another mug. He returns and sits back where he was, still unsure of how to break the silence.
"...wanna watch a movie...? I have a laptop with some movies downloaded..." Noctis asks.
"Actually, yeah. Sounds great!"
Noctis would pull out a small wooden figure of a chest and open his mouth to let out a beautiful high C note. After a moment, from Noctis's shadow rises a metal chest similar in design to the wooden figure. He would open it and rummage through the chest before pulling out a laptop. He then closes the chest and lets out a deep, bass tone low C note as the chest sinks back into his shadow and disappears. He then turns to Atticus. "Are you in the mood for anything in particular?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*Capatin, It's joever. Atticus knows what Omar can do.*
*not everything. and that certainly doesn't prepare them for the real thing*
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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...!
Noctis would pull out a small wooden figure of a chest and open his mouth to let out a beautiful high C note. After a moment, from Noctis's shadow rises a metal chest similar in design to the wooden figure. He would open it and rummage through the chest before pulling out a laptop. He then closes the chest and lets out a deep, bass tone low C note as the chest sinks back into his shadow and disappears. He then turns to Atticus. "Are you in the mood for anything in particular?"
Atticus watches with interest, slightly curious. He shakes his head as he stands up and moves to sit beside Noctis. "Just whatever you would like."
Noctis decides to play "Wild Robot", setting the laptop on one of the tables in the mess hall and gets comfortable in his seat.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“I think I met him earlier. He seemed really sad. We bonded over hating the world.”
“Apparently someone named Seneca killed him.”
"He's been very nice...I wasn't expecting him to say he liked me...he mentioned that Cordon left him...I guess they were an item for a bit...?"
"What is it with all the violence lately..." Havoc says rubbing his temples.
“Cordon. The robber. Well, if you like him, all’s good. Uh… could I have some healing? These burns are killing me.”
He shrugs. “I dunno. I’ve been trying to keep out of it. I’ve already made a few massive mistakes since getting here.”
"Yes, of course." he says as he touches one of Evan's arms and lets out a soft, warm melody as the shadows around him rise up and wrap around Evan's wounds. Cure Wounds, 6th level. 24
"Can't be any more massive then people trying to kill each other."
"... Yeah..."
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.
“Alright… if you’re sure?…”
he holds up the hourglass, whispering, ‘Omar, father’s death,’ assuming no magic shenanigans stop him, he gets a vision of Omar’s most important memory relating to those words.
"Atticus..."
".....what." Havoc says like he is taking a bit to process what Marcus just said.
"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
"Fine, Atticus. Omar... He... He's this new kid. He can... bring up memories of trauma, of loved ones who've died. He... Luke... Oh gods..."
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 think I met him earlier. He seemed really sad. We bonded over hating the world.”
“Apparently someone named Seneca killed him.”
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!
"... Would you maybe want to... Hang out tomorrow? Once everyone is safe.."
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)
you see an incongruously modern house in the woods. the largest trees you've ever seen. there is a man in a slate grey suit there. he has kind eyes. he looks a lot like Omar. Omar walks in.
"hey dad?"
"yep?"
"can- can you tell me about mom?"
Dr. Templeton sighs, and sits down in his armchair.
"your mom" he begins, in a somber tone "was a very special woman. she came to me one day, asked for my help. I helped her. she came back next week. I helped her again. we talked a lot, shared stories. her family wasn't the best. and one day, she came to me for help, and we ended up with you. I thought she would stay, but she didn't. she went back to her family, and left you with me"
Omar has heard this story a thousand times, but never gets tired of it
"why don't you have any pictures?"
"because" he stands up, moving to the window "it hurts too much. now lets do something about these noisy birds"
there is a flash of bronze in the trees, and a bronze feather appears buried in Dr. templeton's throat, blood pouring down his suit. he falls, and Omar sobs, and draws their knife
*FACT CHECK! where the [GP] did Omar get that knife, if not at camp?*
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
Noctis would pull out a small wooden figure of a chest and open his mouth to let out a beautiful high C note. After a moment, from Noctis's shadow rises a metal chest similar in design to the wooden figure. He would open it and rummage through the chest before pulling out a laptop. He then closes the chest and lets out a deep, bass tone low C note as the chest sinks back into his shadow and disappears. He then turns to Atticus. "Are you in the mood for anything in particular?"
"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
"He's been very nice...I wasn't expecting him to say he liked me...he mentioned that Cordon left him...I guess they were an item for a bit...?"
"What is it with all the violence lately..." Havoc says rubbing his temples.
"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
“Cordon. The robber. Well, if you like him, all’s good. Uh… could I have some healing? These burns are killing me.”
He shrugs. “I dunno. I’ve been trying to keep out of it. I’ve already made a few massive mistakes since getting here.”
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!
*not everything. and that certainly doesn't prepare them for the real thing*
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
*Evan would back up Omar in a fight and trust his word over Atticus’s.*
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!
Noctis decides to play "Wild Robot", setting the laptop on one of the tables in the mess hall and gets comfortable in his seat.
"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
"Yes, of course." he says as he touches one of Evan's arms and lets out a soft, warm melody as the shadows around him rise up and wrap around Evan's wounds. Cure Wounds, 6th level. 24
"Can't be any more massive then people trying to kill each other."
"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