Neru is hunched over in the library, her head resting on a book in Latin and her signature coffee cup next to it. Meanwhile, her astral projected form is by the fireplace talking to Hestia.
Maho is trying to declare war on a Hephaestus kid but his half-siblings are holding him back.
Luna walks in and starts to browse the history section, not seeing Neru's astral form
*Neru’s sleeping body is in there, the astral form is by the fireplace*
A lot of the books in that section is unorganized, as if someone spent the last few hours pulling them out and haphazardly returning them.
(where in the library is her body?)
She lets out a sigh "so much for looking for that author by alphabet"
*I don’t know about the libraries you’ve been to, but ones I’ve been to a lot have like a long row of tables in the middle of the building separating sections. She’s sitting at one of those.*
(ah okay)
Luna sits across from her "excuse me?"
*sorry I disappeared*
She mumbles at the sudden sound but fails to awaken.
(is fine. I'm gonna be on and off as well since I'm multitasking atm)
She gets up and lightly nudges Neru's shoulder
*Thanks for the warning* This jolts her awake. She raises a hand to her head, obviously having a pretty big headache. “Is someone dying?”
"no, you had just fallen asleep while reading. figured i'd wake you since the seat doesn't look that comfortable"
She looks down at the chair, just realizing she’s sitting. “I don’t exactly… feel things when asleep, so an uncomfortable chairs isn’t a problem. But thanks for the concern Luna.”
"oh... apologies for waking you up then"
“No no. It’s fine. Hestia and I’s conversation was almost over.”
“You were having a conversation?” She tilts her head
She makes a face as if unsure of how to explain it. “Ehh. Kind of? You know how some people are able to see things outside of their dreams? I can do something similar, but more I become a ghost. I think the common term is astral projection.”
“Oh that’s cool. I’m assuming that’s why you were asleep?”
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Neru is hunched over in the library, her head resting on a book in Latin and her signature coffee cup next to it. Meanwhile, her astral projected form is by the fireplace talking to Hestia.
Maho is trying to declare war on a Hephaestus kid but his half-siblings are holding him back.
Luna walks in and starts to browse the history section, not seeing Neru's astral form
*Neru’s sleeping body is in there, the astral form is by the fireplace*
A lot of the books in that section is unorganized, as if someone spent the last few hours pulling them out and haphazardly returning them.
(where in the library is her body?)
She lets out a sigh "so much for looking for that author by alphabet"
*I don’t know about the libraries you’ve been to, but ones I’ve been to a lot have like a long row of tables in the middle of the building separating sections. She’s sitting at one of those.*
(ah okay)
Luna sits across from her "excuse me?"
*sorry I disappeared*
She mumbles at the sudden sound but fails to awaken.
(is fine. I'm gonna be on and off as well since I'm multitasking atm)
She gets up and lightly nudges Neru's shoulder
*Thanks for the warning* This jolts her awake. She raises a hand to her head, obviously having a pretty big headache. “Is someone dying?”
"no, you had just fallen asleep while reading. figured i'd wake you since the seat doesn't look that comfortable"
She looks down at the chair, just realizing she’s sitting. “I don’t exactly… feel things when asleep, so an uncomfortable chairs isn’t a problem. But thanks for the concern Luna.”
"oh... apologies for waking you up then"
“No no. It’s fine. Hestia and I’s conversation was almost over.”
“You were having a conversation?” She tilts her head
She makes a face as if unsure of how to explain it. “Ehh. Kind of? You know how some people are able to see things outside of their dreams? I can do something similar, but more I become a ghost. I think the common term is astral projection.”
“Oh that’s cool. I’m assuming that’s why you were asleep?”
“Uh, yeah. That and the fact I’ve spent the last 10 hours learning how to read Latin.”
Neru is hunched over in the library, her head resting on a book in Latin and her signature coffee cup next to it. Meanwhile, her astral projected form is by the fireplace talking to Hestia.
Maho is trying to declare war on a Hephaestus kid but his half-siblings are holding him back.
Luna walks in and starts to browse the history section, not seeing Neru's astral form
*Neru’s sleeping body is in there, the astral form is by the fireplace*
A lot of the books in that section is unorganized, as if someone spent the last few hours pulling them out and haphazardly returning them.
(where in the library is her body?)
She lets out a sigh "so much for looking for that author by alphabet"
*I don’t know about the libraries you’ve been to, but ones I’ve been to a lot have like a long row of tables in the middle of the building separating sections. She’s sitting at one of those.*
(ah okay)
Luna sits across from her "excuse me?"
*sorry I disappeared*
She mumbles at the sudden sound but fails to awaken.
(is fine. I'm gonna be on and off as well since I'm multitasking atm)
She gets up and lightly nudges Neru's shoulder
*Thanks for the warning* This jolts her awake. She raises a hand to her head, obviously having a pretty big headache. “Is someone dying?”
"no, you had just fallen asleep while reading. figured i'd wake you since the seat doesn't look that comfortable"
She looks down at the chair, just realizing she’s sitting. “I don’t exactly… feel things when asleep, so an uncomfortable chairs isn’t a problem. But thanks for the concern Luna.”
"oh... apologies for waking you up then"
“No no. It’s fine. Hestia and I’s conversation was almost over.”
“You were having a conversation?” She tilts her head
She makes a face as if unsure of how to explain it. “Ehh. Kind of? You know how some people are able to see things outside of their dreams? I can do something similar, but more I become a ghost. I think the common term is astral projection.”
“Oh that’s cool. I’m assuming that’s why you were asleep?”
“Uh, yeah. That and the fact I’ve spent the last 10 hours learning how to read Latin.”
She winces “that doesn’t sound like a fun time”
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Neru is hunched over in the library, her head resting on a book in Latin and her signature coffee cup next to it. Meanwhile, her astral projected form is by the fireplace talking to Hestia.
Maho is trying to declare war on a Hephaestus kid but his half-siblings are holding him back.
Luna walks in and starts to browse the history section, not seeing Neru's astral form
*Neru’s sleeping body is in there, the astral form is by the fireplace*
A lot of the books in that section is unorganized, as if someone spent the last few hours pulling them out and haphazardly returning them.
(where in the library is her body?)
She lets out a sigh "so much for looking for that author by alphabet"
*I don’t know about the libraries you’ve been to, but ones I’ve been to a lot have like a long row of tables in the middle of the building separating sections. She’s sitting at one of those.*
(ah okay)
Luna sits across from her "excuse me?"
*sorry I disappeared*
She mumbles at the sudden sound but fails to awaken.
(is fine. I'm gonna be on and off as well since I'm multitasking atm)
She gets up and lightly nudges Neru's shoulder
*Thanks for the warning* This jolts her awake. She raises a hand to her head, obviously having a pretty big headache. “Is someone dying?”
"no, you had just fallen asleep while reading. figured i'd wake you since the seat doesn't look that comfortable"
She looks down at the chair, just realizing she’s sitting. “I don’t exactly… feel things when asleep, so an uncomfortable chairs isn’t a problem. But thanks for the concern Luna.”
"oh... apologies for waking you up then"
“No no. It’s fine. Hestia and I’s conversation was almost over.”
“You were having a conversation?” She tilts her head
She makes a face as if unsure of how to explain it. “Ehh. Kind of? You know how some people are able to see things outside of their dreams? I can do something similar, but more I become a ghost. I think the common term is astral projection.”
“Oh that’s cool. I’m assuming that’s why you were asleep?”
“Uh, yeah. That and the fact I’ve spent the last 10 hours learning how to read Latin.”
She winces “that doesn’t sound like a fun time”
“Hehe. It has not been.” She looks down at the book her head was previously in. It seems to be opened only a quarter way through.
Neru is hunched over in the library, her head resting on a book in Latin and her signature coffee cup next to it. Meanwhile, her astral projected form is by the fireplace talking to Hestia.
Maho is trying to declare war on a Hephaestus kid but his half-siblings are holding him back.
Luna walks in and starts to browse the history section, not seeing Neru's astral form
*Neru’s sleeping body is in there, the astral form is by the fireplace*
A lot of the books in that section is unorganized, as if someone spent the last few hours pulling them out and haphazardly returning them.
(where in the library is her body?)
She lets out a sigh "so much for looking for that author by alphabet"
*I don’t know about the libraries you’ve been to, but ones I’ve been to a lot have like a long row of tables in the middle of the building separating sections. She’s sitting at one of those.*
(ah okay)
Luna sits across from her "excuse me?"
*sorry I disappeared*
She mumbles at the sudden sound but fails to awaken.
(is fine. I'm gonna be on and off as well since I'm multitasking atm)
She gets up and lightly nudges Neru's shoulder
*Thanks for the warning* This jolts her awake. She raises a hand to her head, obviously having a pretty big headache. “Is someone dying?”
"no, you had just fallen asleep while reading. figured i'd wake you since the seat doesn't look that comfortable"
She looks down at the chair, just realizing she’s sitting. “I don’t exactly… feel things when asleep, so an uncomfortable chairs isn’t a problem. But thanks for the concern Luna.”
"oh... apologies for waking you up then"
“No no. It’s fine. Hestia and I’s conversation was almost over.”
“You were having a conversation?” She tilts her head
She makes a face as if unsure of how to explain it. “Ehh. Kind of? You know how some people are able to see things outside of their dreams? I can do something similar, but more I become a ghost. I think the common term is astral projection.”
“Oh that’s cool. I’m assuming that’s why you were asleep?”
“Uh, yeah. That and the fact I’ve spent the last 10 hours learning how to read Latin.”
She winces “that doesn’t sound like a fun time”
“Hehe. It has not been.” She looks down at the book her head was previously in. It seems to be opened only a quarter way through.
"seems like you're making decent progress at least"
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"This may not be worth the effort. I'm just trying to translate my sisters old notes. She used to take Latin in school and wrote a lot of things in it."
It is not wise to be out at night. Even at Camp, creatures lurk in the dark. Forgotten monsters, reduced to whispered names around a dying campfire, live once more under the cover of darkness. These monsters do not feed on flesh and blood, but on the panic of the mind, the putrid stench of fear, the expression of hopelessness as one dies. These monsters are the ghosts of Camp, the forgotten horrors, yearning to be free.
As the clock strikes twelve, the shadows lengthen.
As the clock strikes twelve, the Son of Magic calls out to his brethren. His followers. His inheritance.
As the clock strikes twelve, the shadows lengthen.
As the clock strikes twelve, the children of Ghosts call out to their army. Their siblings. Their dead.
And the Fields of Punishment are ablaze in the laughter of the damned, of the forgotten, of those fighting for a better future.
As the clock strikes twelve, the shadows choose a champion, clawing free from the underworld.
As the clock strikes twelve, the Witch is free, and the world shall burn.
*Okay. So, I'm abandoning quite a few of my characters, just went through a big ol' cleaning of all my numerous characters because I need to be more focussed, but then I realized I don't have enough, so I added a new one.*
It is not wise to be out at night. Even at Camp, creatures lurk in the dark. Forgotten monsters, reduced to whispered names around a dying campfire, live once more under the cover of darkness. These monsters do not feed on flesh and blood, but on the panic of the mind, the putrid stench of fear, the expression of hopelessness as one dies. These monsters are the ghosts of Camp, the forgotten horrors, yearning to be free.
As the clock strikes twelve, the shadows lengthen.
As the clock strikes twelve, the Son of Magic calls out to his brethren. His followers. His inheritance.
As the clock strikes twelve, the shadows lengthen.
As the clock strikes twelve, the children of Ghosts call out to their army. Their siblings. Their dead.
And the Fields of Punishment are ablaze in the laughter of the damned, of the forgotten, of those fighting for a better future.
As the clock strikes twelve, the shadows choose a champion, clawing free from the underworld.
As the clock strikes twelve, the Witch is free, and the world shall burn.
*Okay. So, I'm abandoning quite a few of my characters, just went through a big ol' cleaning of all my numerous characters because I need to be more focussed, but then I realized I don't have enough, so I added a new one.*
*K. Also is this intro or cutscene?*
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“Oh that’s cool. I’m assuming that’s why you were asleep?”
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Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
“Uh, yeah. That and the fact I’ve spent the last 10 hours learning how to read Latin.”
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She winces “that doesn’t sound like a fun time”
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Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
“Hehe. It has not been.” She looks down at the book her head was previously in. It seems to be opened only a quarter way through.
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"seems like you're making decent progress at least"
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Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
*cut*
“Hopefully. Hoc fortasse non operae pretium est.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"what does that translate to?"
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Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
"This may not be worth the effort. I'm just trying to translate my sisters old notes. She used to take Latin in school and wrote a lot of things in it."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
[good night]
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
It is not wise to be out at night. Even at Camp, creatures lurk in the dark. Forgotten monsters, reduced to whispered names around a dying campfire, live once more under the cover of darkness. These monsters do not feed on flesh and blood, but on the panic of the mind, the putrid stench of fear, the expression of hopelessness as one dies. These monsters are the ghosts of Camp, the forgotten horrors, yearning to be free.
As the clock strikes twelve, the shadows lengthen.
As the clock strikes twelve, the Son of Magic calls out to his brethren. His followers. His inheritance.
As the clock strikes twelve, the shadows lengthen.
As the clock strikes twelve, the children of Ghosts call out to their army. Their siblings. Their dead.
And the Fields of Punishment are ablaze in the laughter of the damned, of the forgotten, of those fighting for a better future.
As the clock strikes twelve, the shadows choose a champion, clawing free from the underworld.
As the clock strikes twelve, the Witch is free, and the world shall burn.
*Okay. So, I'm abandoning quite a few of my characters, just went through a big ol' cleaning of all my numerous characters because I need to be more focussed, but then I realized I don't have enough, so I added a new one.*
*K. Also is this intro or cutscene?*
Artise🖌️🎨
Totally not part Asian🍜
Has cars (cats) 🐱🐈🐈⬛😸😹😺😻😼😽😾😿🙀