“I assumed you wouldn’t be referencing the future, you must be strong if you killed something that did this much damage, stronger than me. I’ll talk to whoever I can about this.”
“Thank you, kind sir. It’s, uh, my specialty. I’m a whaler, for the most part. Artemis calls upon me when a sea beast must be caught, and I am blessed by Britomartis, lady of nets. I’m a bit rusty when it comes to land combat…”
“You are still very powerful, daughter of a god and blessed by two others, I bet you’d put up a solid fight against anyone we’ve got at camp, on land or sea.” He says, laughing a little, “Is that all you do? Do you have hobbies outside of whaling?”
“I assumed you wouldn’t be referencing the future, you must be strong if you killed something that did this much damage, stronger than me. I’ll talk to whoever I can about this.”
“Thank you, kind sir. It’s, uh, my specialty. I’m a whaler, for the most part. Artemis calls upon me when a sea beast must be caught, and I am blessed by Britomartis, lady of nets. I’m a bit rusty when it comes to land combat…”
“You are still very powerful, daughter of a god and blessed by two others, I bet you’d put up a solid fight against anyone we’ve got at camp, on land or sea.” He says, laughing a little, “Is that all you do? Do you have hobbies outside of whaling?”
She leans against the railings of the ship. “Unfortunately, not usually. Being a hunter is often a full-time job.”
“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
“Well you don’t seem to be working now, how about we do something? I love dancing, maybe you and I could enjoy a little bit of dancing before I go get the fixers over here.” He suggests with a flourish, and a dancing stance.
“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
“Well you don’t seem to be working now, how about we do something? I love dancing, maybe you and I could enjoy a little bit of dancing before I go get the fixers over here.” He suggests with a flourish, and a dancing stance.
“I don’t… dance. And if this is an attempt at flirting, stop.”
Mykailo is sat near the edge of the central campground, where the woodlands meet the clearing. Without the heavy layering of their typical clothes, they appear slimmer, with toned arms covered in a few scattered scars of indeterminate origin. Brown and black beads hand from their wrists, where their hands work to sharpen a few rather wickedly curved arrows - made to not only kill, but to ensnare their target and maim. Their hair is fully down, curly and a deep coffee brown, layered against their more caramel toned skin. They work silently, quickly, and with a soft frown as if displeased, their brow creased slightly. Mykailo’s bow lies within arms reach, the silver glinting off of it.
Mykailo hears someone approaching, from the direction of the beach. A twig snaps, and the footsteps stop getting closer. Mykailo sees Elizabeth Cromwell, a rather well known hunter of Artemis, specializing in hunting sea beasts. (I don’t have the energy to describe her but she’s pirate-ey)
They set their arrow down, head tilted up to see her fully. “Elizabeth?” Mykailo questions, their thicker accent carrying despite the quietness of their voice.
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“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
“Well you don’t seem to be working now, how about we do something? I love dancing, maybe you and I could enjoy a little bit of dancing before I go get the fixers over here.” He suggests with a flourish, and a dancing stance.
“I don’t… dance. And if this is an attempt at flirting, stop.”
“Not an attempt at flirting, I know hunters don’t do that sort of thing, made that mistake five years ago, and why not? It’s an expression of one’s self in one of the truest forms.”
Mykailo is sat near the edge of the central campground, where the woodlands meet the clearing. Without the heavy layering of their typical clothes, they appear slimmer, with toned arms covered in a few scattered scars of indeterminate origin. Brown and black beads hand from their wrists, where their hands work to sharpen a few rather wickedly curved arrows - made to not only kill, but to ensnare their target and maim. Their hair is fully down, curly and a deep coffee brown, layered against their more caramel toned skin. They work silently, quickly, and with a soft frown as if displeased, their brow creased slightly. Mykailo’s bow lies within arms reach, the silver glinting off of it.
Mykailo hears someone approaching, from the direction of the beach. A twig snaps, and the footsteps stop getting closer. Mykailo sees Elizabeth Cromwell, a rather well known hunter of Artemis, specializing in hunting sea beasts. (I don’t have the energy to describe her but she’s pirate-ey)
They set their arrow down, head tilted up to see her fully. “Elizabeth?” Mykailo questions, their thicker accent carrying despite the quietness of their voice.
She waves, leaning on her harpoon.
”Indeed! It has been a while since I’ve been at camp half-blood…” she says, walking towards Mykailo.
“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
“Well you don’t seem to be working now, how about we do something? I love dancing, maybe you and I could enjoy a little bit of dancing before I go get the fixers over here.” He suggests with a flourish, and a dancing stance.
“I don’t… dance. And if this is an attempt at flirting, stop.”
“Not an attempt at flirting, I know hunters don’t do that sort of thing, made that mistake five years ago, and why not? It’s an expression of one’s self in one of the truest forms.”
“Bah, I can’t dance. I’m terrible at it, and i haven’t really tried to since before I was a hunter…” she replies, walking over to one of the masts and surveying the damage up close.
”Indeed! It has been a while since I’ve been at camp half-blood…” she says, walking towards Mykailo.
They pick up their nearby headscarf, wrapping it loosely around their head so that only their bangs are visible. “Yes.. it has been quite some time for me as well. Our Lady has granted me a time of leisure, since the completion of my last hunt.” Mykailo says quietly, turning back to their sharpened arrowheads. “Though I will be summoned again soon for new prey.”
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“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
“Yeah, that’s what i’m sayin-… oh. Oh, did you-…”
“Y-yeah.”
“Oh… uh, what does everyone else think about it?”
“Most of them don’t know. I was more doing something like a desk job. Recruiting occasionally or a small mission.”
“Well you don’t seem to be working now, how about we do something? I love dancing, maybe you and I could enjoy a little bit of dancing before I go get the fixers over here.” He suggests with a flourish, and a dancing stance.
“I don’t… dance. And if this is an attempt at flirting, stop.”
“Not an attempt at flirting, I know hunters don’t do that sort of thing, made that mistake five years ago, and why not? It’s an expression of one’s self in one of the truest forms.”
“Bah, I can’t dance. I’m terrible at it, and i haven’t really tried to since before I was a hunter…” she replies, walking over to one of the masts and surveying the damage up close.
He sighs, muttering to himself “Why does no one at this camp ever want to try dancing with me, am I the problem?” He shakes his head, “I’ll go get those fixers for you then.” He almost hops off the boat, before remembering how far they are from camp.
Could I get anyone somewhat near the hearth to make a perception check?
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”Indeed! It has been a while since I’ve been at camp half-blood…” she says, walking towards Mykailo.
They pick up their nearby headscarf, wrapping it loosely around their head so that only their bangs are visible. “Yes.. it has been quite some time for me as well. Our Lady has granted me a time of leisure, since the completion of my last hunt.” Mykailo says quietly, turning back to their sharpened arrowheads. “Though I will be summoned again soon for new prey.”
“I see… I had been pursuing a rather bothersome creature at sea, and it had damaged my vessel… I decided camp would be the best place to stay while I make repairs.”
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She leans against the railings of the ship. “Unfortunately, not usually. Being a hunter is often a full-time job.”
“I… I don’t need to practice as much… why?” He asks, letting himself be held, enjoying the feeling.
*Cut with Arch.*
“Oh. Um. Yeah. That’s not bad at all. You could’ve sided with the psycho who was trying to destroy western civilization.” He looks down, seemingly angry at himself.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Cut for Arch.*
“Well you don’t seem to be working now, how about we do something? I love dancing, maybe you and I could enjoy a little bit of dancing before I go get the fixers over here.” He suggests with a flourish, and a dancing stance.
“Yeah, that’s what i’m sayin-… oh. Oh, did you-…”
“I don’t… dance. And if this is an attempt at flirting, stop.”
They set their arrow down, head tilted up to see her fully. “Elizabeth?” Mykailo questions, their thicker accent carrying despite the quietness of their voice.
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Y-yeah.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Not an attempt at flirting, I know hunters don’t do that sort of thing, made that mistake five years ago, and why not? It’s an expression of one’s self in one of the truest forms.”
She waves, leaning on her harpoon.
”Indeed! It has been a while since I’ve been at camp half-blood…” she says, walking towards Mykailo.
“Oh… uh, what does everyone else think about it?”
“Bah, I can’t dance. I’m terrible at it, and i haven’t really tried to since before I was a hunter…” she replies, walking over to one of the masts and surveying the damage up close.
They pick up their nearby headscarf, wrapping it loosely around their head so that only their bangs are visible. “Yes.. it has been quite some time for me as well. Our Lady has granted me a time of leisure, since the completion of my last hunt.” Mykailo says quietly, turning back to their sharpened arrowheads. “Though I will be summoned again soon for new prey.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Sure" She smiles to him "did I banter well?"
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“Most of them don’t know. I was more doing something like a desk job. Recruiting occasionally or a small mission.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
He sighs, muttering to himself “Why does no one at this camp ever want to try dancing with me, am I the problem?” He shakes his head, “I’ll go get those fixers for you then.” He almost hops off the boat, before remembering how far they are from camp.
Could I get anyone somewhat near the hearth to make a perception check?
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
Evan is wandering near it. 1
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“I see… I had been pursuing a rather bothersome creature at sea, and it had damaged my vessel… I decided camp would be the best place to stay while I make repairs.”