"It woulda been fun, though." She laughs and stops to take a breather
He grins. “What’s your name?”
"Tessa" she throws a hand out to shake.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"... Whoops... Um..." Onyx shadow travels down and picks him up from the lava, splashing Necter onto him.
He looks surprisingly fine, considering the circumstances. He only appears mildly... crispy. The Nectar washes away any remains of injury.
"WHat was thAT FOR? Why'd you flip me off? *hurt*"
"Well, I flipped you off becuase your name was flip, and it was funny. I also flipped you off the climbing wall for the same reason. You said you could take 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.
Liam is sitting outside for the Artemis cabin, making a small harp out of string and scavenged wood, whittling the holes slowly and carefully. He’s sitting alone, an unopened pack of nonalcoholic beer sitting next to him.
The new arrival is the mess hall, eating alone with his eyes closed, humming to himself as he bites into the mundane but enjoyable food. His skin seems to glow with a little radiance, but that might just be skin lotion.
*Anybody?*
(Sure)
Luna sits down next to the new person “you just get here?”
He looks up to them, opening his eyes, his voice soft and charismatic “Yeah, totally, why?”
“Because I haven’t seen you around here before” she shrugs
“And I’d be right to assume you’ve been here longer than me? Nice to meet you, have a seat if you’ve got nothing better to do.”
Liam catches them by the collar of their shirt with a hand, his voice less meek than usual, a little angry, “Learn to ask, Angelo.”
Angelo slips out of the grip with relative ease, smirking. “Will do. I was hoping the god of hit and runs would claim me.” He pops the can open with one hand and takes a sip.
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"... Whoops... Um..." Onyx shadow travels down and picks him up from the lava, splashing Necter onto him.
He looks surprisingly fine, considering the circumstances. He only appears mildly... crispy. The Nectar washes away any remains of injury.
"WHat was thAT FOR? Why'd you flip me off? *hurt*"
"Well, I flipped you off becuase your name was flip, and it was funny. I also flipped you off the climbing wall for the same reason. You said you could take it!"
"Wow. Is my name that much of a joke to you? Also, I didn't know you were gonna TOSS ME INTO A RHYOLITIC FLOW!"
*tessa's unoficcial job is to help other demigods get claimed.*
(How’s she doing that?)
*she does her best. Sorta taking them around and trying things. She likes to help them any way she can, really.*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
“Yea. The weapons are all… feudal crap though. You’re not going to find anything more useful there. But a lot of people are willing to fight you here which is fun.”
"Well I don't need a weapon, got good old reliable here with me," he says motioning to the large gnarled stick he has leaning against the table beside him. "But thanks, I'll look for that place next and see what I can knock around over there."
Asada silently enjoys his food while the two of them talk. He notices his drink isn't cold, so he touches the glass and mutters something, causing the surface of the cup to chill before taking a sip.
“Stick is an odd choice. Not even a staff? Good hornet wacker though.”
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Liam catches them by the collar of their shirt with a hand, his voice less meek than usual, a little angry, “Learn to ask, Angelo.”
Angelo slips out of the grip with relative ease, smirking. “Will do. I was hoping the god of hit and runs would claim me.” He pops the can open with one hand and takes a sip.
He sighs, putting his hand back down to working on the harp, “You’re unclaimed? Looks like a lot of the new arrivals are.” He says, putting down the held finished harp.
“Well, for the first one I just summon this armor from the ether,” she says, as some traditional Greek armor coalesces around her, “and the second one, well it’s a lot easier if I just show you.”
“You did just show me the first one. You called them spells? Do you need a special phrase or gesture to make it happen?” Sadbhbán leans forward, curious.
“For this second one yeah. Not so much the first. You ready?”
“I hope so. Don’t destroy anything. Or try to avoid it, I suppose.” Sadbhbán leans back again.
She raises her arms dramatically and whispers a single Greek word under her breath, too soft to hear. A spell comes over Sadbhbán, trying to paralyze their muscles. DC 14 Wis save
WIS: 25
“Dosen’t look like it worked, but I think you get the gist.”
“I felt it, for a moment. Paralysis is nasty stuff, though. Did you learn how to do it, or did it just.. happen? Fear response?”
“You’d be surprised. One morning, found it written on a slip of paper lying on my chest when I woke up. Both the word and the choreography. My mom, at least I think it was.”
*redpelt?*
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I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
"... Whoops... Um..." Onyx shadow travels down and picks him up from the lava, splashing Necter onto him.
He looks surprisingly fine, considering the circumstances. He only appears mildly... crispy. The Nectar washes away any remains of injury.
"WHat was thAT FOR? Why'd you flip me off? *hurt*"
"Well, I flipped you off becuase your name was flip, and it was funny. I also flipped you off the climbing wall for the same reason. You said you could take it!"
"Wow. Is my name that much of a joke to you? Also, I didn't know you were gonna TOSS ME INTO A RHYOLITIC FLOW!"
"How was I supposed to see the lava?! It was fifty fifty five feet below us!"
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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.
*They, not he. Unsure about your second question at the moment, but I know quite a bit of the lore so potentially a veteran - 4 or 5 years?*
*Oh okay.*
A female camper, named Onyx, who has bee nhere for 5 years, walks up the hill behind them in a custom CHB t-shirt.
"Hey! Sadbhbán! You're late. Summer's already started. How are ya?"
*Sadbhán is pronounced like Si-ven, by the way. Don’t worry about the he thing.*
“I am late! It’s good to see you, Onyx.” They make a show of checking an imaginary watch. “What have I missed? Nothing drastic, I hope?”
"Well, first of all, there are a lot of newbies. The Hermes Cabin is... very full. I can't waid until they finish the Nyx cabin for me... So annoying! But, also, theres like, a lot of drama. All those kids trapped in one building... there's been a few fights."
*Doot*
*Thanks.*
“Not too many fights, I hope. You’re not going to mind being in a cabin all by yourself? I kind of like the Hermes bustle, myself. When I’m not being robbed and elbowed. Why are the newbies fighting?”
"Yeah. There's only been one so far. Hah! I hate it. So much noise. It's ironic, being the grandchild of Chaos, but I don't like Chaos. AS for why they were fighting? I have no idea."
“They probably had no idea, to be fair. It’s easy to forget we’re all still young and stupid. Except us, of course.” Sadbhbán pauses and considers. “Nyx is night, right? The night is peaceful. Kind of an absence of Chaos.”
"Eh. I guess. Um... there was something else I was gonna say... Oh! Yeah. There's this new kid, Angelo. He's kinda rude, but... somethigs off about him."
“What do you mean, off? He tries hard to be unlikeable, sure, but I wouldn’t go that far.”
"Well... you being a child of Hecate, *they are, right? If not, ignore this and put whatever their godly parent would be* I thought you might know something about this... Angelo can't see through the mist."
*Yes, they are*. “Not at all? That’s odd. And dangerous. He’s never actually seen a monster, then. He just thinks cops and homeless people want him dead on a regular basis. It also means he probably thinks we’re all crazy. Far as I know, that would need to be deliberate by somebody. The Mist isn’t alive, it doesn’t just decide to screw with people. But gods can decide to screw with people. I’ll keep an eye on him. It’s possible he’s being punished for something, or some god just thought it’d be funny.”
"Thanks... I almost killed myself last night from trying to do increasingly powerful cthonic magic, and it was just... like nothing. He started contradicting himself, doing weird stuff... It was strange. And, apparently, theres more to him. Leslie apparently knows more about him, but she refused to tell me... He's strange. I would try and see if magic weapons would work on him, but I doubt that'd go well..."
*Doot*
*Thanks again.*
”Onyx, for the love of the gods, do not try and just do magic to people. Especially not people that are predisposed to not be able to dodge. It’s dangerous. And he probably has a lot of resentment about it, even if he can’t remember what actually happened. We are not trying to hit him with magic weapons. And.. take a rest for a few days. Lots of magic in a short space really takes it out of you, and you said yourself you almost died. I do not want another funeral. OK?”
"First of all, I was like, 'Hey! Imma show you something neat!' and I shadow traveled behind him! He was confused, so then I shadow traveld with him to a spot behind the campfire! Then, I did my whole scary thing, it didn't work, then I made a spear of darkness, he was like, 'Oh! That's always been there!' and I made it disapear, and he was like, 'What spear? You've never had a spear!' and it was so fricken confusing and I think I might've passed out! I never actually hit him! But... you're right... I guess it was pretty dangerous..."
“If the Mist works in him completely, he’ll rationalise everything he’s seen. Teleportation becomes dragging someone quickly. A spear has always been there. If you’re going to break it you need to build up to it, by creating small things he can’t rationalise. Like… an illusion of a childhood possession, or something that had been destroyed. And you’d need to do that with him for a while. Like exposure therapy. It’s not something I’ve ever had to do. We all make mistakes. Just.. try not to overwhelm newbies with chthonic darkness, alright?”
"It woulda been fun, though." She laughs and stops to take a breather
He grins. “What’s your name?”
"Tessa" she throws a hand out to shake.
“Why is everyone here so damn obsessed with shaking hands? Is this an American thing?” Angelo sighs and shakes her hand. “Angelo. Byrne. I hate it here.”
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Liam is sitting outside for the Artemis cabin, making a small harp out of string and scavenged wood, whittling the holes slowly and carefully. He’s sitting alone, an unopened pack of nonalcoholic beer sitting next to him.
The new arrival is the mess hall, eating alone with his eyes closed, humming to himself as he bites into the mundane but enjoyable food. His skin seems to glow with a little radiance, but that might just be skin lotion.
*Anybody?*
(Sure)
Luna sits down next to the new person “you just get here?”
He looks up to them, opening his eyes, his voice soft and charismatic “Yeah, totally, why?”
“Because I haven’t seen you around here before” she shrugs
“And I’d be right to assume you’ve been here longer than me? Nice to meet you, have a seat if you’ve got nothing better to do.”
She sits down “been here a couple years now”
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“Yea. The weapons are all… feudal crap though. You’re not going to find anything more useful there. But a lot of people are willing to fight you here which is fun.”
"Well I don't need a weapon, got good old reliable here with me," he says motioning to the large gnarled stick he has leaning against the table beside him. "But thanks, I'll look for that place next and see what I can knock around over there."
Asada silently enjoys his food while the two of them talk. He notices his drink isn't cold, so he touches the glass and mutters something, causing the surface of the cup to chill before taking a sip.
“Stick is an odd choice. Not even a staff? Good hornet wacker though.”
"It hasn't let me down before, so I see no reason to change that now. Besides, there is something...beautifully unsettling about a man deciding to forgo giving you a quick end by a blade and instead deciding to bludgeon you slowly to death with a blunt piece of wood, ya know?" He says nonchalantly before going back to his food.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*They, not he. Unsure about your second question at the moment, but I know quite a bit of the lore so potentially a veteran - 4 or 5 years?*
*Oh okay.*
A female camper, named Onyx, who has bee nhere for 5 years, walks up the hill behind them in a custom CHB t-shirt.
"Hey! Sadbhbán! You're late. Summer's already started. How are ya?"
*Sadbhán is pronounced like Si-ven, by the way. Don’t worry about the he thing.*
“I am late! It’s good to see you, Onyx.” They make a show of checking an imaginary watch. “What have I missed? Nothing drastic, I hope?”
"Well, first of all, there are a lot of newbies. The Hermes Cabin is... very full. I can't waid until they finish the Nyx cabin for me... So annoying! But, also, theres like, a lot of drama. All those kids trapped in one building... there's been a few fights."
*Doot*
*Thanks.*
“Not too many fights, I hope. You’re not going to mind being in a cabin all by yourself? I kind of like the Hermes bustle, myself. When I’m not being robbed and elbowed. Why are the newbies fighting?”
"Yeah. There's only been one so far. Hah! I hate it. So much noise. It's ironic, being the grandchild of Chaos, but I don't like Chaos. AS for why they were fighting? I have no idea."
“They probably had no idea, to be fair. It’s easy to forget we’re all still young and stupid. Except us, of course.” Sadbhbán pauses and considers. “Nyx is night, right? The night is peaceful. Kind of an absence of Chaos.”
"Eh. I guess. Um... there was something else I was gonna say... Oh! Yeah. There's this new kid, Angelo. He's kinda rude, but... somethigs off about him."
“What do you mean, off? He tries hard to be unlikeable, sure, but I wouldn’t go that far.”
"Well... you being a child of Hecate, *they are, right? If not, ignore this and put whatever their godly parent would be* I thought you might know something about this... Angelo can't see through the mist."
*Yes, they are*. “Not at all? That’s odd. And dangerous. He’s never actually seen a monster, then. He just thinks cops and homeless people want him dead on a regular basis. It also means he probably thinks we’re all crazy. Far as I know, that would need to be deliberate by somebody. The Mist isn’t alive, it doesn’t just decide to screw with people. But gods can decide to screw with people. I’ll keep an eye on him. It’s possible he’s being punished for something, or some god just thought it’d be funny.”
"Thanks... I almost killed myself last night from trying to do increasingly powerful cthonic magic, and it was just... like nothing. He started contradicting himself, doing weird stuff... It was strange. And, apparently, theres more to him. Leslie apparently knows more about him, but she refused to tell me... He's strange. I would try and see if magic weapons would work on him, but I doubt that'd go well..."
*Doot*
*Thanks again.*
”Onyx, for the love of the gods, do not try and just do magic to people. Especially not people that are predisposed to not be able to dodge. It’s dangerous. And he probably has a lot of resentment about it, even if he can’t remember what actually happened. We are not trying to hit him with magic weapons. And.. take a rest for a few days. Lots of magic in a short space really takes it out of you, and you said yourself you almost died. I do not want another funeral. OK?”
"First of all, I was like, 'Hey! Imma show you something neat!' and I shadow traveled behind him! He was confused, so then I shadow traveld with him to a spot behind the campfire! Then, I did my whole scary thing, it didn't work, then I made a spear of darkness, he was like, 'Oh! That's always been there!' and I made it disapear, and he was like, 'What spear? You've never had a spear!' and it was so fricken confusing and I think I might've passed out! I never actually hit him! But... you're right... I guess it was pretty dangerous..."
“If the Mist works in him completely, he’ll rationalise everything he’s seen. Teleportation becomes dragging someone quickly. A spear has always been there. If you’re going to break it you need to build up to it, by creating small things he can’t rationalise. Like… an illusion of a childhood possession, or something that had been destroyed. And you’d need to do that with him for a while. Like exposure therapy. It’s not something I’ve ever had to do. We all make mistakes. Just.. try not to overwhelm newbies with chthonic darkness, alright?”
"... Fine. But... it's weird. I mean... has this ever happened before? I wasn't aware that you could lose the ability to see through the mist..."
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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.
Liam catches them by the collar of their shirt with a hand, his voice less meek than usual, a little angry, “Learn to ask, Angelo.”
Angelo slips out of the grip with relative ease, smirking. “Will do. I was hoping the god of hit and runs would claim me.” He pops the can open with one hand and takes a sip.
He sighs, putting his hand back down to working on the harp, “You’re unclaimed? Looks like a lot of the new arrivals are.” He says, putting down the held finished harp.
“Maybe my secret parent is the god of throwing things at people and then running away. I should try that sometime.” He pushes some of his hair back. “That harp for decoration or are you a disney princess?”
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Liam is sitting outside for the Artemis cabin, making a small harp out of string and scavenged wood, whittling the holes slowly and carefully. He’s sitting alone, an unopened pack of nonalcoholic beer sitting next to him.
The new arrival is the mess hall, eating alone with his eyes closed, humming to himself as he bites into the mundane but enjoyable food. His skin seems to glow with a little radiance, but that might just be skin lotion.
*Anybody?*
(Sure)
Luna sits down next to the new person “you just get here?”
He looks up to them, opening his eyes, his voice soft and charismatic “Yeah, totally, why?”
“Because I haven’t seen you around here before” she shrugs
“And I’d be right to assume you’ve been here longer than me? Nice to meet you, have a seat if you’ve got nothing better to do.”
She sits down “been here a couple years now”
“Really? I only learned about this place a little ago. Do you have a god parent?”
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"Tessa" she throws a hand out to shake.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"Well, I flipped you off becuase your name was flip, and it was funny. I also flipped you off the climbing wall for the same reason. You said you could take 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
<Sorry Gonzo, Bananer. I've gtg, I'll finish these later.>
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Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
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“And I’d be right to assume you’ve been here longer than me? Nice to meet you, have a seat if you’ve got nothing better to do.”
(How’s she doing that?)
Backup account for when I can’t login to my main. Probably won’t see much use
Angelo slips out of the grip with relative ease, smirking. “Will do. I was hoping the god of hit and runs would claim me.” He pops the can open with one hand and takes a sip.
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"Wow. Is my name that much of a joke to you? Also, I didn't know you were gonna TOSS ME INTO A RHYOLITIC FLOW!"
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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)
*she does her best. Sorta taking them around and trying things. She likes to help them any way she can, really.*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
“Stick is an odd choice. Not even a staff? Good hornet wacker though.”
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He sighs, putting his hand back down to working on the harp, “You’re unclaimed? Looks like a lot of the new arrivals are.” He says, putting down the held finished harp.
*redpelt?*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"How was I supposed to see the lava?! It was fifty fifty five feet below us!"
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
“If the Mist works in him completely, he’ll rationalise everything he’s seen. Teleportation becomes dragging someone quickly. A spear has always been there. If you’re going to break it you need to build up to it, by creating small things he can’t rationalise. Like… an illusion of a childhood possession, or something that had been destroyed. And you’d need to do that with him for a while. Like exposure therapy. It’s not something I’ve ever had to do. We all make mistakes. Just.. try not to overwhelm newbies with chthonic darkness, alright?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
(You want to rp)
Backup account for when I can’t login to my main. Probably won’t see much use
“Why is everyone here so damn obsessed with shaking hands? Is this an American thing?” Angelo sighs and shakes her hand. “Angelo. Byrne. I hate it here.”
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She sits down “been here a couple years now”
Backup account for when I can’t login to my main. Probably won’t see much use
"It hasn't let me down before, so I see no reason to change that now. Besides, there is something...beautifully unsettling about a man deciding to forgo giving you a quick end by a blade and instead deciding to bludgeon you slowly to death with a blunt piece of wood, ya know?" He says nonchalantly before going back to his food.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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"... Fine. But... it's weird. I mean... has this ever happened before? I wasn't aware that you could lose the ability to see through the mist..."
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
“Maybe my secret parent is the god of throwing things at people and then running away. I should try that sometime.” He pushes some of his hair back. “That harp for decoration or are you a disney princess?”
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“Really? I only learned about this place a little ago. Do you have a god parent?”