*I'm so [GP]ing mad. I probably missed Olive's death because of my stupid mom.*
*Noooo... Yeah, Olive's dead, but it was on Mount Olympus anyways, so yeah, but people are back.*
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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.
The mist slides away, revealing an empousai, much like Hagar, but with lighter skin, wearing the same green robes with an ensignia of two torches over her heart.
"Where is she."
“An Empusa… Hagar. Dead.”
"... No. You lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
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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'm so [GP]ing mad. I probably missed Olive's death because of my stupid mom.*
*Oh no…*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The mist slides away, revealing an empousai, much like Hagar, but with lighter skin, wearing the same green robes with an ensignia of two torches over her heart.
"Where is she."
“An Empusa… Hagar. Dead.”
"... No. You lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
“We’re her friends.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The mist slides away, revealing an empousai, much like Hagar, but with lighter skin, wearing the same green robes with an ensignia of two torches over her heart.
"Where is she."
“An Empusa… Hagar. Dead.”
"... No. You lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
“We’re her friends.”
"And? I sence her presence inside this camp. And you will tell me where she is."
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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.
The mist slides away, revealing an empousai, much like Hagar, but with lighter skin, wearing the same green robes with an ensignia of two torches over her heart.
"Where is she."
“An Empusa… Hagar. Dead.”
"... No. You lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
“We’re her friends.”
"And? I sence her presence inside this camp. And you will tell me where she is."
“Beats me.” He shrugs.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The mist slides away, revealing an empousai, much like Hagar, but with lighter skin, wearing the same green robes with an ensignia of two torches over her heart.
"Where is she."
“An Empusa… Hagar. Dead.”
"... No. You lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
“We’re her friends.”
"And? I sence her presence inside this camp. And you will tell me where she is."
“Beats me.” He shrugs.
Wicked claws extend from her nail.
"... Tell me."
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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.
The mist slides away, revealing an empousai, much like Hagar, but with lighter skin, wearing the same green robes with an ensignia of two torches over her heart.
"Where is she."
“An Empusa… Hagar. Dead.”
"... No. You lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
“We’re her friends.”
"And? I sence her presence inside this camp. And you will tell me where she is."
“Beats me.” He shrugs.
Wicked claws extend from her nail.
"... Tell me."
“No idea.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The mist slides away, revealing an empousai, much like Hagar, but with lighter skin, wearing the same green robes with an ensignia of two torches over her heart.
"Where is she."
“An Empusa… Hagar. Dead.”
"... No. You lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
“We’re her friends.”
"And? I sence her presence inside this camp. And you will tell me where she is."
“Beats me.” He shrugs.
Wicked claws extend from her nail.
"... Tell me."
“No idea.”
"Yes you do. You know where she is!"
The Empousai lunges forth, claws outstretched, before a flash of light eminates, and a different Empousai blocks her way.
"Sister Elizabeth! Your folly has grown with your rage! Do not attack such innocent campers as thus!"
"Bah. Clementh. Stand down, sister. STAND DOWN!"
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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.
The mist slides away, revealing an empousai, much like Hagar, but with lighter skin, wearing the same green robes with an ensignia of two torches over her heart.
"Where is she."
“An Empusa… Hagar. Dead.”
"... No. You lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
“We’re her friends.”
"And? I sence her presence inside this camp. And you will tell me where she is."
“Beats me.” He shrugs.
Wicked claws extend from her nail.
"... Tell me."
“No idea.”
"Yes you do. You know where she is!"
The Empousai lunges forth, claws outstretched, before a flash of light eminates, and a different Empousai blocks her way.
"Sister Elizabeth! Your folly has grown with your rage! Do not attack such innocent campers as thus!"
"Bah. Clementh. Stand down, sister. STAND DOWN!"
“Nope. I think she’s dead.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The mist slides away, revealing an empousai, much like Hagar, but with lighter skin, wearing the same green robes with an ensignia of two torches over her heart.
"Where is she."
“An Empusa… Hagar. Dead.”
"... No. You lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
“We’re her friends.”
"And? I sence her presence inside this camp. And you will tell me where she is."
“Beats me.” He shrugs.
Wicked claws extend from her nail.
"... Tell me."
“No idea.”
"Yes you do. You know where she is!"
The Empousai lunges forth, claws outstretched, before a flash of light eminates, and a different Empousai blocks her way.
"Sister Elizabeth! Your folly has grown with your rage! Do not attack such innocent campers as thus!"
"Bah. Clementh. Stand down, sister. STAND DOWN!"
“Nope. I think she’s dead.”
Elizabeth growls. "Lies! I sence her presence... YOU LIE!"
Clementh pushes Elizabeth back, her claws unsheathed as well. "Foolish hero! My sister is overthrown in the terrors of madness! Do not spur her rage with your silver tounged lies!"
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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.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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.
The mist slides away, revealing an empousai, much like Hagar, but with lighter skin, wearing the same green robes with an ensignia of two torches over her heart.
"Where is she."
“An Empusa… Hagar. Dead.”
"... No. You lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
“We’re her friends.”
"And? I sence her presence inside this camp. And you will tell me where she is."
“Beats me.” He shrugs.
Wicked claws extend from her nail.
"... Tell me."
“No idea.”
"Yes you do. You know where she is!"
The Empousai lunges forth, claws outstretched, before a flash of light eminates, and a different Empousai blocks her way.
"Sister Elizabeth! Your folly has grown with your rage! Do not attack such innocent campers as thus!"
"Bah. Clementh. Stand down, sister. STAND DOWN!"
“Nope. I think she’s dead.”
Elizabeth growls. "Lies! I sence her presence... YOU LIE!"
Clementh pushes Elizabeth back, her claws unsheathed as well. "Foolish hero! My sister is overthrown in the terrors of madness! Do not spur her rage with your silver tounged lies!"
“Hagar. Is. Dead.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*Noooo... Yeah, Olive's dead, but it was on Mount Olympus anyways, so yeah, but people are back.*
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 lie. Hagar is not dead. I sence her still, her signature on the breeze... Clouded by all this hero scent, but distinct."
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
*Oh no…*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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“We’re her friends.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"And? I sence her presence inside this camp. And you will tell me where she is."
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
“Beats me.” He shrugs.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*Sure!*
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
*Sher.*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
Wicked claws extend from her nail.
"... Tell me."
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 idea.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"Yes you do. You know where she is!"
The Empousai lunges forth, claws outstretched, before a flash of light eminates, and a different Empousai blocks her way.
"Sister Elizabeth! Your folly has grown with your rage! Do not attack such innocent campers as thus!"
"Bah. Clementh. Stand down, sister. STAND DOWN!"
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
“Nope. I think she’s dead.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
Elizabeth growls. "Lies! I sence her presence... YOU LIE!"
Clementh pushes Elizabeth back, her claws unsheathed as well. "Foolish hero! My sister is overthrown in the terrors of madness! Do not spur her rage with your silver tounged lies!"
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 shalt choose.*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*I dost thou crave Nenna.*
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
“Hagar. Is. Dead.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!