He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
*UH OH*
*why uh-oh?*
*BEcause, not only is an Aphrodite (presumably, because a scallop shell is aphrodite's symbol) kid who may or may not be hitting on a hunter of artemis, but also in the books aphrodite kids get claimed with a dove, not a scallop, although maybe it's both a dove and a scallop? I don't remember.*
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"Then lets move!" Regina starts sprinting out the door
Luna follows, lagging a bit behind her
*Whats her speed?*
(30ft per turn, 60 dashing)
Regina seems to be keeping a steady pace, slower than she goes during capture the flag, but faster than Luna's speed
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He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
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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.
"Really? Huh. I guess not a lot changes in seven years..."
She nods "Im not that big into it, so I cant tell you what the new ones are, but I think it takes at least a few years for even one new sensation to pop up, right?"
"Yeah, I guess!"
"Though... I dont think Ive heard of that second one you mentioned?"
"Hm? Oh. Newsies. Y'know, the musical about the Newsboys' Strike of 1899?"
She shakes her head "Dont think Ive heard of that before, though I did learn about the strike.. It was mainly against that Pulitzer guy, right? And uhh... William Randolph Hearst?"
"Yeah. Those people."
"They made that into a musical..? Whos the main character?"
"This newsboy named Jack Kelly."
"Jack Kelly... Jack Kelly..." She seems to think "Huh.. Dont think what I read included that name"
"Yeah. He's a fictional character, I'm pretty sure."
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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 takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
(Seeing as how Artemis kicks out hunters if they do decide to romance, i'd say in this scenario yes)
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"last capture the flag i just sniped from the trees. ill spar with you now though"
"Sure. I'll just go simple though, don't need to bring out the fear inducing stuff right now," he says as he grips his stick.
"id like to see you try" omar backfllips, landing about 40ft away, holding their knife ready to throw
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He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
(Seeing as how Artemis kicks out hunters if they do decide to romance, i'd say in this scenario yes)
He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
(Seeing as how Artemis kicks out hunters if they do decide to romance, i'd say in this scenario yes)
*Yeah? Like, it's a major point in why they folow Artemis in the first place, as Artemis is the goddess of children and is also a virgin goddess, and Hunters will always remain children and not pursue romance.*
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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 takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
(Seeing as how Artemis kicks out hunters if they do decide to romance, i'd say in this scenario yes)
*Kicks out is certainly one way of putting it.*
(If you have a better way of putting it, go right ahead. it's been a hot second since i've read the books)
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“You ever had cause to wear Kevlar?” Sadhbán is a good patient - they don’t flinch at the treatments and move when told to. “Blood stains pretty easily. Are you sure you want me to use some of your clothing to wipe it off? Also, do you mind holding still for a few minutes? I want to test something.”
He pauses. “I- what? And yea. The bandana’s red anyway.” Angelo holds still, head tilted a little with slightly confused expression. He’s not frowning or making the stupid smirk for once.
Sadhbán uses silent image to painstakingly reconstruct an image of the alternate form of Angelo they can see in the Mist. “Worn it like this? Also, blood stains brown, not red. I’ll use a flannel or something later.”
“I..” He trails off, staring. Angelo blinks slowly, his vision unfocusing. “What… I…” His accent returns, a bit thicker, as if he weren’t concentrating on leveling it out. He looks like he’s zoning out, the hazy outline of the apparition flickering. “No. I’m not.. supposed to..” Angelo says absently.
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He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
(Seeing as how Artemis kicks out hunters if they do decide to romance, i'd say in this scenario yes)
*Kicks out is certainly one way of putting it.*
(If you have a better way of putting it, go right ahead. it's been a hot second since i've read the books)
*Yeah, can't hunters can just leave if they want?*
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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.
"last capture the flag i just sniped from the trees. ill spar with you now though"
"Sure. I'll just go simple though, don't need to bring out the fear inducing stuff right now," he says as he grips his stick.
"id like to see you try" omar backfllips, landing about 40ft away, holding their knife ready to throw
INITATIVE: 24
"You sure, I can go all in, but I would want to make sure that is ok." he says in a more serious tone.
Initiative: 13
"I mean... when you touched my hand, I could... I guess sense the fear, but it didn't really affect me. maybe something to do with me also doing anxiety"
omar spins, using their momentum to launch the knife
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(30ft per turn, 60 dashing)
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*BEcause, not only is an Aphrodite (presumably, because a scallop shell is aphrodite's symbol) kid who may or may not be hitting on a hunter of artemis, but also in the books aphrodite kids get claimed with a dove, not a scallop, although maybe it's both a dove and a scallop? I don't remember.*
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!!!
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Regina seems to be keeping a steady pace, slower than she goes during capture the flag, but faster than Luna's speed
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*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
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
"Yeah. He's a fictional character, I'm pretty 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
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
After a little while, she notices Luna stop
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(Seeing as how Artemis kicks out hunters if they do decide to romance, i'd say in this scenario yes)
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"id like to see you try" omar backfllips, landing about 40ft away, holding their knife ready to throw
INITATIVE: 24
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"I think there is one in the mess hall kitchen if I recall..."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Evan is drawing outside the Zeus cabin.
Chase is thinking about people to rob, trying to prove himself as better than his siblings.
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Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
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*Kicks out is certainly one way of putting it.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Yeah? Like, it's a major point in why they folow Artemis in the first place, as Artemis is the goddess of children and is also a virgin goddess, and Hunters will always remain children and not pursue romance.*
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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"You sure, I can go all in, but I would want to make sure that is ok." he says in a more serious tone.
Initiative: 12
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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(If you have a better way of putting it, go right ahead. it's been a hot second since i've read the books)
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"Wanna spar after I get coffee" He walks into the mess hall
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"Generally you. Uh... why?" He looks at him
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“I..” He trails off, staring. Angelo blinks slowly, his vision unfocusing. “What… I…” His accent returns, a bit thicker, as if he weren’t concentrating on leveling it out. He looks like he’s zoning out, the hazy outline of the apparition flickering. “No. I’m not.. supposed to..” Angelo says absently.
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*Yeah, can't hunters can just leave if they want?*
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 mean... when you touched my hand, I could... I guess sense the fear, but it didn't really affect me. maybe something to do with me also doing anxiety"
omar spins, using their momentum to launch the knife
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2nd Attack: 17 Damage: 6
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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