“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.”
“Oh… uh, did you know about… what you were doing, at the time?”
“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.
“I’ll take you back…” she climbs back down the rope ladder to the canoe.
“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.”
“Oh… uh, did you know about… what you were doing, at the time?”
“I didn’t know he wanted to destroy western civilization. My mom was mad at the gods and that made me mad at the gods. So I guess I only payed attention to the mad part, and not the logic part.”
”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.”
“I can lend my assistance, if you require?” Mykailo offers. “Though my stay here has been rather enjoyable.. a little delay will not harm you. You are an accomplished huntress.” They bow their head a little, in respect. She would know of Mykailo’s tendency to treat every other hunter - new or old - as a superior.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“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.
“I’ll take you back…” she climbs back down the rope ladder to the canoe.
He hops down after them, helping them row back to land with his usual enthusiasm slightly hampered.
”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.”
“I can lend my assistance, if you require?” Mykailo offers. “Though my stay here has been rather enjoyable.. a little delay will not harm you. You are an accomplished huntress.” They bow their head a little, in respect. She would know of Mykailo’s tendency to treat every other hunter - new or old - as a superior.
“That would not be necessary, though I appreciate the offer…” she smiles, sitting down a bit away from Mykailo, absentmindedly studying her celestial bronze harpoon.
“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.”
“Oh… uh, did you know about… what you were doing, at the time?”
“I didn’t know he wanted to destroy western civilization. My mom was mad at the gods and that made me mad at the gods. So I guess I only payed attention to the mad part, and not the logic part.”
“Ah… I don’t know all the details about the war, I only got here a bit after it ended.”
“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.
“I’ll take you back…” she climbs back down the rope ladder to the canoe.
He hops down after them, helping them row back to land with his usual enthusiasm slightly hampered.
Soon, they make it back to the beach, and Elizabeth bids them farewell.
“That would not be necessary, though I appreciate the offer…” she smiles, sitting down a bit away from Mykailo, absentmindedly studying her celestial bronze harpoon.
They continue taking a whetstone to their hunting knife, resuming the contemplative look. Mykailo sits in silence, beads clinking together softly as they work.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Hey Cyno, you know how you mentioned how my hunter could possibly be involved in your quest? Could I have more info, out of curiosity?*
*Yes absolutely, give me a minute to PM*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Hey Cyno, you know how you mentioned how my hunter could possibly be involved in your quest? Could I have more info, out of curiosity?*
*Yes absolutely, give me a minute to PM*
*This is also open to any other hunters of Artemis at camp*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“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.”
“Oh… uh, did you know about… what you were doing, at the time?”
“I didn’t know he wanted to destroy western civilization. My mom was mad at the gods and that made me mad at the gods. So I guess I only payed attention to the mad part, and not the logic part.”
“Ah… I don’t know all the details about the war, I only got here a bit after it ended.”
“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.
“I’ll take you back…” she climbs back down the rope ladder to the canoe.
He hops down after them, helping them row back to land with his usual enthusiasm slightly hampered.
Soon, they make it back to the beach, and Elizabeth bids them farewell.
He waves them goodbye as he walks off with a smile, running off to go get who they need.
“That would not be necessary, though I appreciate the offer…” she smiles, sitting down a bit away from Mykailo, absentmindedly studying her celestial bronze harpoon.
They continue taking a whetstone to their hunting knife, resuming the contemplative look. Mykailo sits in silence, beads clinking together softly as they work.
She sits in silence as well for a bit. “I don’t believe we have ever really conversed, if we’ve interacted at all… I am usually away from most other hunters… when did you join the hunters?”
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He s******s. “No. Horribly. But it was a good try.” He places his hand on her shoulder.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Oh… uh, did you know about… what you were doing, at the time?”
“I’ll take you back…” she climbs back down the rope ladder to the canoe.
“I didn’t know he wanted to destroy western civilization. My mom was mad at the gods and that made me mad at the gods. So I guess I only payed attention to the mad part, and not the logic part.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“I can lend my assistance, if you require?” Mykailo offers. “Though my stay here has been rather enjoyable.. a little delay will not harm you. You are an accomplished huntress.” They bow their head a little, in respect. She would know of Mykailo’s tendency to treat every other hunter - new or old - as a superior.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She chuckles "No, you're wrong; I did it perfect"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He hops down after them, helping them row back to land with his usual enthusiasm slightly hampered.
“That would not be necessary, though I appreciate the offer…” she smiles, sitting down a bit away from Mykailo, absentmindedly studying her celestial bronze harpoon.
“No, you did it horribly. You can try to convince me. But I know better.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Ah… I don’t know all the details about the war, I only got here a bit after it ended.”
Soon, they make it back to the beach, and Elizabeth bids them farewell.
They continue taking a whetstone to their hunting knife, resuming the contemplative look. Mykailo sits in silence, beads clinking together softly as they work.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Than why is your hand on my shoulder?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Hey Cyno, you know how you mentioned how my hunter could possibly be involved in your quest? Could I have more info, out of curiosity?*
*Yes absolutely, give me a minute to PM*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*This is also open to any other hunters of Artemis at camp*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“It was horrible.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Just because you did it badly, doesn’t mean it wasn’t cute.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
He waves them goodbye as he walks off with a smile, running off to go get who they need.
She sits in silence as well for a bit. “I don’t believe we have ever really conversed, if we’ve interacted at all… I am usually away from most other hunters… when did you join the hunters?”