“Where do you get these? I didn’t think we could leave.”
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"Sounds fun, have you tried making scary sounds or rushling any bushes and branches to unnerve them before ambushing them. Their reaction is much greater when they are in a panic." He says with a chuckle.
“I try not to give away my position, but it’s fun to take a knife and start sprinting after people. I should do that more often, actually.”
"Fair enough. So, what are the other campers here like?"
“Depends. The Nike kids are more fun, the Apollo kids are boring, the Ares kids are irritating, the Hermes ones are also annoying, and the unclaimed ones are the most entertaining.”
"Sounds like this place isn't dull then. I guess I should take a look for myself though, huh?" Andrew says standing up, having finished his food.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Asada would grab his jeweled cat pendant and gently take to off, holding the charm between his left thumb and pointer finger. Focusing on the gem, he recites the incantation in the tome. The mist around him swirls and surround the charm with shimmers with many colors, before settling on an icy blue. A ball of swirling, volatile energy shoots out.
Chromatic Orb: Attack: 15 Damage: 9
The ball of swirling energy strikes at the side of a tree, leaving behind a layer of ice. Asada falls to his knees, winded from the casting. "Woah...yeah, that does take much more out of you...." he says catching his breath.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Where do you get these? I didn’t think we could leave.”
"You can, it's just usually not a good idea. And I can do this reflection-travel thing"
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“Rather be friends than not. What did my nose do to you? And nobody has a hard time shutting up. Some people just have a hard time accepting when they need to shut up.” Sadbhbán flinches away from his poke.
Angelo honks their nose while they talk. “I know when I need to shut up. The need just hasn’t come up yet. Why are you dressed like a hippie fortune teller?”
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“Where do you get these? I didn’t think we could leave.”
"You can, it's just usually not a good idea. And I can do this reflection-travel thing"
“Right. Every time I’ve tried, I get dragged back my the wheelchair guy.”
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“Rather be friends than not. What did my nose do to you? And nobody has a hard time shutting up. Some people just have a hard time accepting when they need to shut up.” Sadbhbán flinches away from his poke.
Angelo honks their nose while they talk. “I know when I need to shut up. The need just hasn’t come up yet. Why are you dressed like a hippie fortune teller?”
“Because I am a hippie fortune teller and it pays to advertise. Stop touching my nose.” Sadbhbán pointedly moves a few feet away.
"Hmm... You do realize that if anyone would be able to do it, it'd either be an Olympian, or Hecate? Not many monsters or 'minor' gods have that much control of the mist. And if it is one of the Olympians... they probably won't be willing to lift their curse."
“We can hope they don’t notice, I suppose. Leaving Angelo blind to monsters is not something I’m inclined to do. What could he possibly have done to make that the response? Stolen something? Killed something?”
"... I'm not sure. But, whatever it is... It would probably have something to do with whatever Regina knows..."
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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.
“I don’t talk to people because they rob me, like you for example, I couldn’t know why I think you’re different.” He leans back against the deck, “Did you win?”
“Some of them. But I usually get back at them.” Angelo hums. “And I am different. I’m funnier.”
“It would be rude for me to disagree, so sure, you’re funny.” He says with a chuckle, opening another can.
“Rather be friends than not. What did my nose do to you? And nobody has a hard time shutting up. Some people just have a hard time accepting when they need to shut up.” Sadbhbán flinches away from his poke.
Angelo honks their nose while they talk. “I know when I need to shut up. The need just hasn’t come up yet. Why are you dressed like a hippie fortune teller?”
“Because I am a hippie fortune teller and it pays to advertise. Stop touching my nose.” Sadbhbán pointedly moves a few feet away.
Angelo just follows, very much purposefully with a stupid grin. “Yea? You want to read my fortune, Baba Yaga? I’m curious.“
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"Hmm... You do realize that if anyone would be able to do it, it'd either be an Olympian, or Hecate? Not many monsters or 'minor' gods have that much control of the mist. And if it is one of the Olympians... they probably won't be willing to lift their curse."
“We can hope they don’t notice, I suppose. Leaving Angelo blind to monsters is not something I’m inclined to do. What could he possibly have done to make that the response? Stolen something? Killed something?”
"... I'm not sure. But, whatever it is... It would probably have something to do with whatever Regina knows..."
*Argh. I’m out of practice.*
”What does Regina know? Why is camp turning into a fetch quest? So many people to ask questions. How many other people know something about this guy?” Sadbhbán smiles to let Onyx know they’re joking.
*Apologies again - I have a few interactions going and it’s easy to miss things.*
“You think? Your divine parent, you assume? I never got anything like that. My set of things I can do has a little overlap with yours.. I’m a child of Hecate, though by no means are Hecate’s children the only ones able to pull off magic. That’s very interesting. Sending you a message but not claiming you is odd, though.. if it was your divine parent. Maybe you have some other kind of helper.”
“Could be. Is this it? Waiting in camp all summer, praying that you’ll be noticed?”
“What? No! We do other things. Campfires, capture the flag, sports, training, even singalongs if you’re up for it, plus whatever you want to spend your free time doing. We don’t just sit around and pray, that sounds dreadful. I’d never come back.”
“I meant in regards to our parents. One might think the least you could do is let your kids know they’re your kids.”
“I’ve learned not to expect much of the gods. They do whatever they’re doing and we do whatever we’re doing, with the not-so-occasional sacrifice. A lot them have so many kids that it doesn’t mean that much to them anymore, unless they have a particularly exceptional one. The kids are just a side effect of them dallying with mortals. They don’t care about us.”
“Now that is something I can agree with you on.” She takes out a small seashell shaped mirror and some black lipstick and starts redoing some of her makeup.
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“Rather be friends than not. What did my nose do to you? And nobody has a hard time shutting up. Some people just have a hard time accepting when they need to shut up.” Sadbhbán flinches away from his poke.
Angelo honks their nose while they talk. “I know when I need to shut up. The need just hasn’t come up yet. Why are you dressed like a hippie fortune teller?”
“Because I am a hippie fortune teller and it pays to advertise. Stop touching my nose.” Sadbhbán pointedly moves a few feet away.
Angelo just follows, very much purposefully with a stupid grin. “Yea? You want to read my fortune, Baba Yaga? I’m curious.“
“I foresee if you touch me again you’ll regret it.” Sadbhbán moves another few feet and levels a stare at him.
“I don’t talk to people because they rob me, like you for example, I couldn’t know why I think you’re different.” He leans back against the deck, “Did you win?”
“Some of them. But I usually get back at them.” Angelo hums. “And I am different. I’m funnier.”
“It would be rude for me to disagree, so sure, you’re funny.” He says with a chuckle, opening another can.
Angelo takes his knife and stabs it into one of his unopened cans. He holds it up to his mouth to shotgun it, before tossing the can aside. “Maybe that’s my parent. The greek god of humor.”
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"Hmm... You do realize that if anyone would be able to do it, it'd either be an Olympian, or Hecate? Not many monsters or 'minor' gods have that much control of the mist. And if it is one of the Olympians... they probably won't be willing to lift their curse."
“We can hope they don’t notice, I suppose. Leaving Angelo blind to monsters is not something I’m inclined to do. What could he possibly have done to make that the response? Stolen something? Killed something?”
"... I'm not sure. But, whatever it is... It would probably have something to do with whatever Regina knows..."
*Argh. I’m out of practice.*
”What does Regina know? Why is camp turning into a fetch quest? So many people to ask questions. How many other people know something about this guy?” Sadbhbán smiles to let Onyx know they’re joking.
"Hah. I'm not exactly sure what Regina knows. Whe said she was trying to forget 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.
*Apologies again - I have a few interactions going and it’s easy to miss things.*
“You think? Your divine parent, you assume? I never got anything like that. My set of things I can do has a little overlap with yours.. I’m a child of Hecate, though by no means are Hecate’s children the only ones able to pull off magic. That’s very interesting. Sending you a message but not claiming you is odd, though.. if it was your divine parent. Maybe you have some other kind of helper.”
“Could be. Is this it? Waiting in camp all summer, praying that you’ll be noticed?”
“What? No! We do other things. Campfires, capture the flag, sports, training, even singalongs if you’re up for it, plus whatever you want to spend your free time doing. We don’t just sit around and pray, that sounds dreadful. I’d never come back.”
“I meant in regards to our parents. One might think the least you could do is let your kids know they’re your kids.”
“I’ve learned not to expect much of the gods. They do whatever they’re doing and we do whatever we’re doing, with the not-so-occasional sacrifice. A lot them have so many kids that it doesn’t mean that much to them anymore, unless they have a particularly exceptional one. The kids are just a side effect of them dallying with mortals. They don’t care about us.”
“Now that is something I can agree with you on.” She takes out a small seashell shaped mirror and some black lipstick and starts redoing some of her makeup.
“You weren’t agreeing with me before? I’m shocked, appalled, and insulted, all in one. Nice mirror. Where’d you get it?”
“Rather be friends than not. What did my nose do to you? And nobody has a hard time shutting up. Some people just have a hard time accepting when they need to shut up.” Sadbhbán flinches away from his poke.
Angelo honks their nose while they talk. “I know when I need to shut up. The need just hasn’t come up yet. Why are you dressed like a hippie fortune teller?”
“Because I am a hippie fortune teller and it pays to advertise. Stop touching my nose.” Sadbhbán pointedly moves a few feet away.
Angelo just follows, very much purposefully with a stupid grin. “Yea? You want to read my fortune, Baba Yaga? I’m curious.“
“I foresee if you touch me again you’ll regret it.” Sadbhbán moves another few feet and levels a stare at him.
Angelo follows, hands in his pockets. “I will? You sure about that? Because I’m having a lot of fun.”
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“Son of Apollo by the way, if you couldn’t tell.” He says, going back to eating.
“Where do you get these? I didn’t think we could leave.”
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"Sounds like this place isn't dull then. I guess I should take a look for myself though, huh?" Andrew says standing up, having finished his food.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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The ball of swirling energy strikes at the side of a tree, leaving behind a layer of ice. Asada falls to his knees, winded from the casting. "Woah...yeah, that does take much more out of you...." he says catching his breath.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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“I dunno who-“ she goes into a fit of coughing, putting a rag up to her mouth
Backup account for when I can’t login to my main. Probably won’t see much use
"You can, it's just usually not a good idea. And I can do this reflection-travel thing"
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
Angelo honks their nose while they talk. “I know when I need to shut up. The need just hasn’t come up yet. Why are you dressed like a hippie fortune teller?”
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“Right. Every time I’ve tried, I get dragged back my the wheelchair guy.”
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“Because I am a hippie fortune teller and it pays to advertise. Stop touching my nose.” Sadbhbán pointedly moves a few feet away.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
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.
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“It would be rude for me to disagree, so sure, you’re funny.” He says with a chuckle, opening another can.
He shoots up from the chair, going around them and beginning to do the Hymnic maneuver.
Angelo just follows, very much purposefully with a stupid grin. “Yea? You want to read my fortune, Baba Yaga? I’m curious.“
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*Argh. I’m out of practice.*
”What does Regina know? Why is camp turning into a fetch quest? So many people to ask questions. How many other people know something about this guy?” Sadbhbán smiles to let Onyx know they’re joking.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“Now that is something I can agree with you on.” She takes out a small seashell shaped mirror and some black lipstick and starts redoing some of her makeup.
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
“I foresee if you touch me again you’ll regret it.” Sadbhbán moves another few feet and levels a stare at him.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Angelo takes his knife and stabs it into one of his unopened cans. He holds it up to his mouth to shotgun it, before tossing the can aside. “Maybe that’s my parent. The greek god of humor.”
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"Hah. I'm not exactly sure what Regina knows. Whe said she was trying to forget 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
“You weren’t agreeing with me before? I’m shocked, appalled, and insulted, all in one. Nice mirror. Where’d you get it?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Angelo follows, hands in his pockets. “I will? You sure about that? Because I’m having a lot of fun.”
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