Something's cloaked within the shadows, breathing heavily, and with fear. The shadows move with the rise and fall of it's chest, and two red eyes dart around frantically
*Oh dear.*
Lemon is curled in their sleeping bag, on the forest floor.
"Gods, here again?.." the voice sounds feminine. A figure tears itself out of the shadows, looking quite like it belongs there. They're rather short, covered with baggy, black clothes, facial features undeterminable, looking like they're made of darkness.
Lemon shifts in their sleeping bag, little droplets of milky white fluid seeping out of it, making the vegetation wilt.
"Okay, that is just gross.." they pull a mask over their nose, which wrinkles in disgust
As they sleep, a buzzing sound fills her ears.
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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.
Something's cloaked within the shadows, breathing heavily, and with fear. The shadows move with the rise and fall of it's chest, and two red eyes dart around frantically
Murphy is sitting in the forest, crying.
"Gods, here again?.." the voice sounds feminine. A figure tears itself out of the shadows, looking quite like it belongs there. They're rather short, covered with baggy, black clothes, facial features undeterminable, looking like they're made of darkness.
“Uh… hi! Are you a monster?”
"No, but people think I look like one.." They quickly cover their face with a mask, putting their hood up
“Oh! You’re an odd demigod.”
"Thanks" they seem annoyed, and a bit hurt. "Do you know Noctis?..."
"Yes, YES! Him! Great, so I didn't need to... anyways. Where is he?"
"Looks like he's... [insert location here], he's [insert state of health here (injured, dead, whatever)]"
As you peer into where he is, or where he should be, or what his state of health currently is... you can't actually figure anything out. He seems... blocked, as if even the gods of the winds are scared to try and tread where he is kept...
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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.
Something's cloaked within the shadows, breathing heavily, and with fear. The shadows move with the rise and fall of it's chest, and two red eyes dart around frantically
Murphy is sitting in the forest, crying.
"Gods, here again?.." the voice sounds feminine. A figure tears itself out of the shadows, looking quite like it belongs there. They're rather short, covered with baggy, black clothes, facial features undeterminable, looking like they're made of darkness.
“Uh… hi! Are you a monster?”
"No, but people think I look like one.." They quickly cover their face with a mask, putting their hood up
“Oh! You’re an odd demigod.”
"Thanks" they seem annoyed, and a bit hurt. "Do you know Noctis?..."
“No.”
"okay, sorry.." they extend out a shaky, clawed, shadowy hand. "I'm B-, S-.. C-Cherry.. Yeah, Cherry.."
"Yes, YES! Him! Great, so I didn't need to... anyways. Where is he?"
"Looks like he's... [insert location here], he's [insert state of health here (injured, dead, whatever)]"
As you peer into where he is, or where he should be, or what his state of health currently is... you can't actually figure anything out. He seems... blocked, as if even the gods of the winds are scared to try and tread where he is kept...
"Damn... I have no idea where he is, actually."
"That's... odd. Your power of seeing would extend wherever there's air or wind, right?"
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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.
"Yes, YES! Him! Great, so I didn't need to... anyways. Where is he?"
"Looks like he's... [insert location here], he's [insert state of health here (injured, dead, whatever)]"
As you peer into where he is, or where he should be, or what his state of health currently is... you can't actually figure anything out. He seems... blocked, as if even the gods of the winds are scared to try and tread where he is kept...
"Damn... I have no idea where he is, actually."
"That's... odd. Your power of seeing would extend wherever there's air or wind, right?"
Something's cloaked within the shadows, breathing heavily, and with fear. The shadows move with the rise and fall of it's chest, and two red eyes dart around frantically
*Oh dear.*
Lemon is curled in their sleeping bag, on the forest floor.
"Gods, here again?.." the voice sounds feminine. A figure tears itself out of the shadows, looking quite like it belongs there. They're rather short, covered with baggy, black clothes, facial features undeterminable, looking like they're made of darkness.
Lemon shifts in their sleeping bag, little droplets of milky white fluid seeping out of it, making the vegetation wilt.
"Okay, that is just gross.." they pull a mask over their nose, which wrinkles in disgust
As they sleep, a buzzing sound fills her ears.
"Hey, bug person. Are you awake?" THEY ask the person in the sleeping bag
*ACK SORRY*
The buzzing grows louder, and the droplets of fluid condense to transform into pale insectile legs, sticking out of the now smooth and hard sleeping bag, like an insects carapice, and propping the sleeping bag up. Lemon's eyes are closed, encapsulated in a state of bliss.
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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.
"Yes, YES! Him! Great, so I didn't need to... anyways. Where is he?"
"Looks like he's... [insert location here], he's [insert state of health here (injured, dead, whatever)]"
As you peer into where he is, or where he should be, or what his state of health currently is... you can't actually figure anything out. He seems... blocked, as if even the gods of the winds are scared to try and tread where he is kept...
"Damn... I have no idea where he is, actually."
"That's... odd. Your power of seeing would extend wherever there's air or wind, right?"
“He has to be under the ocean!”
"No, that wouldn't make sence... how would he be captured? Children of the ocean are extremley powerful underwater... very few beings could defeat him..."
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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.
"That's... odd. Your power of seeing would extend wherever there's air or wind, right?"
"It should. something doesn't want me to find him, though."
"... Wait... WAIT... Oh (GP). WE are so (GP)ed. Oh no no no."
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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.
As they sleep, a buzzing sound fills her ears.
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
“No.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
As you peer into where he is, or where he should be, or what his state of health currently is... you can't actually figure anything out. He seems... blocked, as if even the gods of the winds are scared to try and tread where he is kept...
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
“I’m Murphy. Sorry for being rude…”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"That's... odd. Your power of seeing would extend wherever there's air or wind, right?"
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
“He has to be under the ocean!”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*ACK SORRY*
The buzzing grows louder, and the droplets of fluid condense to transform into pale insectile legs, sticking out of the now smooth and hard sleeping bag, like an insects carapice, and propping the sleeping bag up. Lemon's eyes are closed, encapsulated in a state of bliss.
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
“No, you shouldn’t be. I’m sorry.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"No, that wouldn't make sence... how would he be captured? Children of the ocean are extremley powerful underwater... very few beings could defeat him..."
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
"... Wait... WAIT... Oh (GP). WE are so (GP)ed. Oh no no no."
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
“What?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Wonder where Arch went? :(*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!