If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I need to prepare. Sorry man, I forgot your name. What was it again?”
"My name's Andrew."
Deception: 33
“Ahhhhhhh. Gotcha, man. I’m Peter. How long you been here?”
"Dude. You see the necklace, right? Two years."
Deception: 26
Peter's roll has 3 subtracted to it. (Cutting words)
“Sorry, sorry. I’m not so good at noticing stuff and all that.”
"Nah, it's alright, man..."
“Yeah. Uhhh what cabin you in?”
"Cabin seven."
He pulls out a Lyre and starts playing a tune.
Performance: 15
“Ah. Apollo cabin. That’s cool. I’m unclaimed. Been here six years. Hey, did you fight in the war?”
"Yeha, I did..."
“Oh. Yeah…”
“… Anyways…”
“What?”
"...Nothing, nothing... So. About this idiot. How soon can we go and try to get him?"
“Only if he resists. In a week.”
"Alright... alright. See you then, Peter."
“Where can I find you when the time comes?”
"Just ask around. You never know where I'll be..."
He suddenly dissapears into the air, vanishing, as if part of some magic act.
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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.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I need to prepare. Sorry man, I forgot your name. What was it again?”
"My name's Andrew."
Deception: 33
“Ahhhhhhh. Gotcha, man. I’m Peter. How long you been here?”
"Dude. You see the necklace, right? Two years."
Deception: 26
Peter's roll has 3 subtracted to it. (Cutting words)
“Sorry, sorry. I’m not so good at noticing stuff and all that.”
"Nah, it's alright, man..."
“Yeah. Uhhh what cabin you in?”
"Cabin seven."
He pulls out a Lyre and starts playing a tune.
Performance: 15
“Ah. Apollo cabin. That’s cool. I’m unclaimed. Been here six years. Hey, did you fight in the war?”
"Yeha, I did..."
“Oh. Yeah…”
“… Anyways…”
“What?”
"...Nothing, nothing... So. About this idiot. How soon can we go and try to get him?"
“Only if he resists. In a week.”
"Alright... alright. See you then, Peter."
“Where can I find you when the time comes?”
"Just ask around. You never know where I'll be..."
He suddenly dissapears into the air, vanishing, as if part of some magic act.
“What the-I thought you were an Apollo kid!”
He rematerializes.
"You're too trusting, Peter."
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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.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I need to prepare. Sorry man, I forgot your name. What was it again?”
"My name's Andrew."
Deception: 33
“Ahhhhhhh. Gotcha, man. I’m Peter. How long you been here?”
"Dude. You see the necklace, right? Two years."
Deception: 26
Peter's roll has 3 subtracted to it. (Cutting words)
“Sorry, sorry. I’m not so good at noticing stuff and all that.”
"Nah, it's alright, man..."
“Yeah. Uhhh what cabin you in?”
"Cabin seven."
He pulls out a Lyre and starts playing a tune.
Performance: 15
“Ah. Apollo cabin. That’s cool. I’m unclaimed. Been here six years. Hey, did you fight in the war?”
"Yeha, I did..."
“Oh. Yeah…”
“… Anyways…”
“What?”
"...Nothing, nothing... So. About this idiot. How soon can we go and try to get him?"
“Only if he resists. In a week.”
"Alright... alright. See you then, Peter."
“Where can I find you when the time comes?”
"Just ask around. You never know where I'll be..."
He suddenly dissapears into the air, vanishing, as if part of some magic act.
“What the-I thought you were an Apollo kid!”
He rematerializes.
"You're too trusting, Peter."
“Who the (GP) are you?”
"Come on, Peter. Don't you remember me?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I need to prepare. Sorry man, I forgot your name. What was it again?”
"My name's Andrew."
Deception: 33
“Ahhhhhhh. Gotcha, man. I’m Peter. How long you been here?”
"Dude. You see the necklace, right? Two years."
Deception: 26
Peter's roll has 3 subtracted to it. (Cutting words)
“Sorry, sorry. I’m not so good at noticing stuff and all that.”
"Nah, it's alright, man..."
“Yeah. Uhhh what cabin you in?”
"Cabin seven."
He pulls out a Lyre and starts playing a tune.
Performance: 15
“Ah. Apollo cabin. That’s cool. I’m unclaimed. Been here six years. Hey, did you fight in the war?”
"Yeha, I did..."
“Oh. Yeah…”
“… Anyways…”
“What?”
"...Nothing, nothing... So. About this idiot. How soon can we go and try to get him?"
“Only if he resists. In a week.”
"Alright... alright. See you then, Peter."
“Where can I find you when the time comes?”
"Just ask around. You never know where I'll be..."
He suddenly dissapears into the air, vanishing, as if part of some magic act.
“What the-I thought you were an Apollo kid!”
He rematerializes.
"You're too trusting, Peter."
“Who the (GP) are you?”
"Come on, Peter. Don't you remember me?"
“Wait. Wait. Your voice is familiar. You did fight in the Titan war.”
"Ah! You're learning, aren't you? Let me help you out a bit, Peter."
He takes off his hat, and Peter simultaneously feels the cold steel of a dagger pressed against his neck, and the mist peels away, showing- none other than Jasper C. Torrington, Son of Magic, Magician Extrordinare...
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 need to prepare. Sorry man, I forgot your name. What was it again?”
"My name's Andrew."
Deception: 33
“Ahhhhhhh. Gotcha, man. I’m Peter. How long you been here?”
"Dude. You see the necklace, right? Two years."
Deception: 26
Peter's roll has 3 subtracted to it. (Cutting words)
“Sorry, sorry. I’m not so good at noticing stuff and all that.”
"Nah, it's alright, man..."
“Yeah. Uhhh what cabin you in?”
"Cabin seven."
He pulls out a Lyre and starts playing a tune.
Performance: 15
“Ah. Apollo cabin. That’s cool. I’m unclaimed. Been here six years. Hey, did you fight in the war?”
"Yeha, I did..."
“Oh. Yeah…”
“… Anyways…”
“What?”
"...Nothing, nothing... So. About this idiot. How soon can we go and try to get him?"
“Only if he resists. In a week.”
"Alright... alright. See you then, Peter."
“Where can I find you when the time comes?”
"Just ask around. You never know where I'll be..."
He suddenly dissapears into the air, vanishing, as if part of some magic act.
“What the-I thought you were an Apollo kid!”
He rematerializes.
"You're too trusting, Peter."
“Who the (GP) are you?”
"Come on, Peter. Don't you remember me?"
“Wait. Wait. Your voice is familiar. You did fight in the Titan war.”
"Ah! You're learning, aren't you? Let me help you out a bit, Peter."
He takes off his hat, and Peter simultaneously feels the cold steel of a dagger pressed against his neck, and the mist peels away, showing- none other than Jasper C. Torrington, Son of Magic, Magician Extrordinare...
“Jasper.” He gasps. “The last time we fought, you won. But I’ve been training. This time, I will win.”
“I need to prepare. Sorry man, I forgot your name. What was it again?”
"My name's Andrew."
Deception: 33
“Ahhhhhhh. Gotcha, man. I’m Peter. How long you been here?”
"Dude. You see the necklace, right? Two years."
Deception: 26
Peter's roll has 3 subtracted to it. (Cutting words)
“Sorry, sorry. I’m not so good at noticing stuff and all that.”
"Nah, it's alright, man..."
“Yeah. Uhhh what cabin you in?”
"Cabin seven."
He pulls out a Lyre and starts playing a tune.
Performance: 15
“Ah. Apollo cabin. That’s cool. I’m unclaimed. Been here six years. Hey, did you fight in the war?”
"Yeha, I did..."
“Oh. Yeah…”
“… Anyways…”
“What?”
"...Nothing, nothing... So. About this idiot. How soon can we go and try to get him?"
“Only if he resists. In a week.”
"Alright... alright. See you then, Peter."
“Where can I find you when the time comes?”
"Just ask around. You never know where I'll be..."
He suddenly dissapears into the air, vanishing, as if part of some magic act.
“What the-I thought you were an Apollo kid!”
He rematerializes.
"You're too trusting, Peter."
“Who the (GP) are you?”
"Come on, Peter. Don't you remember me?"
“Wait. Wait. Your voice is familiar. You did fight in the Titan war.”
"Ah! You're learning, aren't you? Let me help you out a bit, Peter."
He takes off his hat, and Peter simultaneously feels the cold steel of a dagger pressed against his neck, and the mist peels away, showing- none other than Jasper C. Torrington, Son of Magic, Magician Extrordinare...
“Jasper.” He gasps. “The last time we fought, you won. But I’ve been training. This time, I will win.”
"Ah-ah-ah, Peter... Last time we fought, I couldn't understand how Alabaster did what he did. I was weak, stupid, powerless. But now I can appreciate my brother's genius. And I won't stop until I have my revenge. Now leave. Before I have to kill you."
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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.
He doesn’t notice Kota.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Where can I find you when the time comes?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
Kota nods to Zentis, bringing the baby mouse over to him. The mouse has an ear torn off, and Kota has wrapped a bandage around it.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Just ask around. You never know where I'll be..."
He suddenly dissapears into the air, vanishing, as if part of some magic act.
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
“Hi.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“What the-I thought you were an Apollo kid!”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Hey.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
He rematerializes.
"You're too trusting, Peter."
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
“Have I met you?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Who the (GP) are you?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Nope. I’m Kota.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“I’m Zentis.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Come on, Peter. Don't you remember 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
“Wait. Wait. Your voice is familiar. You did fight in the Titan war.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Are you new?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Yeah.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Oh cool. Unclaimed?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Ah! You're learning, aren't you? Let me help you out a bit, Peter."
He takes off his hat, and Peter simultaneously feels the cold steel of a dagger pressed against his neck, and the mist peels away, showing- none other than Jasper C. Torrington, Son of Magic, Magician Extrordinare...
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
“Jasper.” He gasps. “The last time we fought, you won. But I’ve been training. This time, I will win.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Ah-ah-ah, Peter... Last time we fought, I couldn't understand how Alabaster did what he did. I was weak, stupid, powerless. But now I can appreciate my brother's genius. And I won't stop until I have my revenge. Now leave. Before I have to kill you."
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