Camp Half-Blood- a Percy Jackson Tavern

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*also speaking of cutscenes Chris, I need help figuring out what Elijah’s dad is mad at Elijah for, because I can’t think of something right now and I need ideas. If you have any, I would love to hear them.*

 *Oohhhh.... How mad we talkin, how long ago, and how evil?*

 *when Elijah was about 7-9 though I can change the age if needed, and for mad, on a scale of 1-10, like maybe a 6. Pretty evil, but not ungodly evil because that’s for Elijah later in the timeline*

 *Alrighty :)) Ill brainstorm for a bit then :)*

 *thanksies, you’re the best, Chris!*

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  “If we hurry, that shouldn’t be a problem…” she says, looking to the Apollo kid firing an arrow.

 Makana smiles "Exactly!" Before following her gaze "Those demigods over there... Are they.. Friends of yours?"

 “Not exactly-… one of them, an Apollo kid, saw me practicing alone and challenged me to a contest. Then a couple of others joined in. I’m in first place.”

 She giggles a bit "They do know what level of experience you have, right? The years of training and the skill you have?"

 She grins. “I may have… ‘forgotten,’ to inform them of that…”

 "Such a sly huntress! Though I suppose that must be quite a useful skill out there! Well, Ill be sure to try to find each of the unfortunate challengers a 'consolation prize' of some sort soon! Though I suppose Ill have to find you a main one first!!"

 “You are much too kind. One of the kids apparently thinks I am a, ‘very dedicated… pirates of the Caribbean cosplayer.’ I have not a clue what a cosplayer is, but I was a heavily feared captain during the age of piracy in the Caribbean.”

 "Oh! Thats one thing I actually do know about modern terms! The idea of a 'cosplay' is one creates or finds clothing in order to look like a character either fictional or real! Thats where the 'cos' part comes from! Costume! I believe they think youre dressing up as a fake pirate..?"

 “Oh-… oh. I see… I’m… I’m not even a pirate. Why does everyone keep saying that?”

 "I... Think they just associate most sailor clothing other than specific military uniforms with pirates nowadays? It is rather odd, isnt it?"

 “Peculiar… I will need to ask about that later- people these days confound me.”

 "Many of the things they say puzzle me as well!! Tell me have you heard of a 'movie' before..? Or a poe-key-mon?'

 “I have not… I haven’t stepped on the mainland before now in nearly forty years, and I have only heard tales of what strange things humans have been up to. Have you heard of… ‘Dis-nee?’l

 "I have in passing, but never much about it! Though I have seen shirts with the word on it and a castle, so I believe it is an up and coming kingdom of sorts on this continent? Ive heard Florida, but also California is near it... So where that actually puts it is anyone's guess!"

 *these two- these two are the funniest together*

”oh, I see… perhaps it spans across the entirety of southern North America? How curious.”

 "Perhaps!! Part of Mexico may have split off to form this Dis-Nee kingdom! Humans and their nations are so odd, arent they?"

*Perfect! I'll start, then.*

Standing at the entrance to camp Half-Blood, stood a tall teenage girl, maybe 15 or 16. She had long bright red hair, with green tips, and she was dressed in a grey shirt, full of rips that looked suspiciously like claw marks. She had a black leather jacket, and ripped jeans, not ones that were store-bought ripped, but really ripped, like she had been through something horrible. Her shoes, black platform boots, were muddied and covered in what looked like blood. On her right hand, there was a long scar, one that looked years old. She had on a backpack full of her only belongings, which included her personal journal and her phone. She looked nervous and tired.

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  “If we hurry, that shouldn’t be a problem…” she says, looking to the Apollo kid firing an arrow.

 Makana smiles "Exactly!" Before following her gaze "Those demigods over there... Are they.. Friends of yours?"

 “Not exactly-… one of them, an Apollo kid, saw me practicing alone and challenged me to a contest. Then a couple of others joined in. I’m in first place.”

 She giggles a bit "They do know what level of experience you have, right? The years of training and the skill you have?"

 She grins. “I may have… ‘forgotten,’ to inform them of that…”

 "Such a sly huntress! Though I suppose that must be quite a useful skill out there! Well, Ill be sure to try to find each of the unfortunate challengers a 'consolation prize' of some sort soon! Though I suppose Ill have to find you a main one first!!"

 “You are much too kind. One of the kids apparently thinks I am a, ‘very dedicated… pirates of the Caribbean cosplayer.’ I have not a clue what a cosplayer is, but I was a heavily feared captain during the age of piracy in the Caribbean.”

 "Oh! Thats one thing I actually do know about modern terms! The idea of a 'cosplay' is one creates or finds clothing in order to look like a character either fictional or real! Thats where the 'cos' part comes from! Costume! I believe they think youre dressing up as a fake pirate..?"

 “Oh-… oh. I see… I’m… I’m not even a pirate. Why does everyone keep saying that?”

 "I... Think they just associate most sailor clothing other than specific military uniforms with pirates nowadays? It is rather odd, isnt it?"

 “Peculiar… I will need to ask about that later- people these days confound me.”

 "Many of the things they say puzzle me as well!! Tell me have you heard of a 'movie' before..? Or a poe-key-mon?'

 “I have not… I haven’t stepped on the mainland before now in nearly forty years, and I have only heard tales of what strange things humans have been up to. Have you heard of… ‘Dis-nee?’l

 "I have in passing, but never much about it! Though I have seen shirts with the word on it and a castle, so I believe it is an up and coming kingdom of sorts on this continent? Ive heard Florida, but also California is near it... So where that actually puts it is anyone's guess!"

 *these two- these two are the funniest together*

”oh, I see… perhaps it spans across the entirety of southern North America? How curious.”

 "Perhaps!! Part of Mexico may have split off to form this Dis-Nee kingdom! Humans and their nations are so odd, arent they?"

 “They truly are… Britain owned practically half of everything at one point… oh, perhaps this Dis-Nee is a movement orchestrated by Britain to retake the United States… King George the third has been playing the long game.”

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*Perfect! I'll start, then.*

Standing at the entrance to camp Half-Blood, stood a tall teenage girl, maybe 15 or 16. She had long bright red hair, with green tips, and she was dressed in a grey shirt, full of rips that looked suspiciously like claw marks. She had a black leather jacket, and ripped jeans, not ones that were store-bought ripped, but really ripped, like she had been through something horrible. Her shoes, black platform boots, were muddied and covered in what looked like blood. On her right hand, there was a long scar, one that looked years old. She had on a backpack full of her only belongings, which included her personal journal and her phone. She looked nervous and tired.

 an enormous girl wearing a jacket with some burn marks is leaning against a tree nearby, a large hammer rests beside her. she waves

"hey"

 The girl looks over, surprised. 

"W-who are you?! Is... Is this Camp Half-Blood? And... Is it really safe?"

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 “They truly are… Britain owned practically half of everything at one point… oh, perhaps this Dis-Nee is a movement orchestrated by Britain to retake the United States… King George the third has been playing the long game.”

 "Oh! I believe the United States and Britain consider themselves allies now, actually! And theres currently a Queen there! Elizabeth the Second! Ive heard shes been around a very long while!" *She doesn't know she died yet LOL*

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*I'm back, finally. who's all here?*

 *hi! I’m here!*

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*Perfect! I'll start, then.*

Standing at the entrance to camp Half-Blood, stood a tall teenage girl, maybe 15 or 16. She had long bright red hair, with green tips, and she was dressed in a grey shirt, full of rips that looked suspiciously like claw marks. She had a black leather jacket, and ripped jeans, not ones that were store-bought ripped, but really ripped, like she had been through something horrible. Her shoes, black platform boots, were muddied and covered in what looked like blood. On her right hand, there was a long scar, one that looked years old. She had on a backpack full of her only belongings, which included her personal journal and her phone. She looked nervous and tired.

 an enormous girl wearing a jacket with some burn marks is leaning against a tree nearby, a large hammer rests beside her. she waves

"hey"

 The girl looks over, surprised. 

"W-who are you?! Is... Is this Camp Half-Blood? And... Is it really safe?"

 "I'm Samantha, this is camp half-blood, and its safe as far as I know. who're you?"

 "Oh!" (The girl regains her composure) "I... I'm Aria. But most people call me Blade.... Because... Because..." (The girl looks away, seeming... Almost ashamed of something.) "Anyway ... I heard this is a safe place for people who are like me."

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 “They truly are… Britain owned practically half of everything at one point… oh, perhaps this Dis-Nee is a movement orchestrated by Britain to retake the United States… King George the third has been playing the long game.”

 "Oh! I believe the United States and Britain consider themselves allies now, actually! And theres currently a Queen there! Elizabeth the Second! Ive heard shes been around a very long while!" *She doesn't know she died yet LOL*

 “How bizarre… and another Queen? My, my, I’ve seen what Victoria did, How many foreign nations has this one tried to take over yet?”

*i mean, if Nero can survive 2,000 years, who knows what’s going on with the Queen-*

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*I'm back, finally. who's all here?*

 *hi! I’m here!*

 *greetings! I finally made a camper who's been here for many years, instead of a new-comer!*

 *ooh, fun! I have no characters like that, besides Caleb kinda, but he’s new-ish. Elizabeth hasn’t really stayed at camp, but she is by far the most experienced, she’s like 350 years old*

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 “They truly are… Britain owned practically half of everything at one point… oh, perhaps this Dis-Nee is a movement orchestrated by Britain to retake the United States… King George the third has been playing the long game.”

 "Oh! I believe the United States and Britain consider themselves allies now, actually! And theres currently a Queen there! Elizabeth the Second! Ive heard shes been around a very long while!" *She doesn't know she died yet LOL*

 “How bizarre… and another Queen? My, my, I’ve seen what Victoria did, How many foreign nations has this one tried to take over yet?”

*i mean, if Nero can survive 2,000 years, who knows what’s going on with the Queen-*

 "Im... Unsure. Im not exactly the best at keeping up with human politics. I haven't heard of any, though, so if she has invaded any, it hasn't concerned people in Hawaii too much. Thats... About the only olace I fully know the history of how its ruling passed"

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*Perfect! I'll start, then.*

Standing at the entrance to camp Half-Blood, stood a tall teenage girl, maybe 15 or 16. She had long bright red hair, with green tips, and she was dressed in a grey shirt, full of rips that looked suspiciously like claw marks. She had a black leather jacket, and ripped jeans, not ones that were store-bought ripped, but really ripped, like she had been through something horrible. Her shoes, black platform boots, were muddied and covered in what looked like blood. On her right hand, there was a long scar, one that looked years old. She had on a backpack full of her only belongings, which included her personal journal and her phone. She looked nervous and tired.

 an enormous girl wearing a jacket with some burn marks is leaning against a tree nearby, a large hammer rests beside her. she waves

"hey"

 The girl looks over, surprised. 

"W-who are you?! Is... Is this Camp Half-Blood? And... Is it really safe?"

 "I'm Samantha, this is camp half-blood, and its safe as far as I know. who're you?"

 "Oh!" (The girl regains her composure) "I... I'm Aria. But most people call me Blade.... Because... Because..." (The girl looks away, seeming... Almost ashamed of something.) "Anyway ... I heard this is a safe place for people who are like me."

 "blade hunh?" she raises her eyebrows "well, if you're a demigod, its mostly safe. monsters cant get in anyways"

 The girl sighs in relief, and walks closer to Samantha.

"Can... Is there somewhere I can sleep? I... I'm very tired."