Caleb gives Cordon a literally icy glare as the match is suddenly snuffed out. “Give me that back-“ he says, trying to snatch the matches from Cordon’s hands.
*slight of hand against cordons? Or just des saving throw?*
Sleight of hand, I don’t think Caleb could win though, so you decide what happens.u
*how tall is Caleb?*
*about 5’4-5’5*
Cordon just stands up and hOlds the matches above Calebs reach.
“Not fair!” He grumbles, turning back to look for another matchbox.
“Hah! Do you want it bac?”
“Why… why do you do this? I am trying to make this perfect. Give it back!”
“Alright, fine. Geez.” Cordon tosses the matches back.
“Thank you.” He puts it in a pocket in the backpack, zipping it up.
“So do you want the matches back?”
he holds up an empty matchbox.
Deception: 32 (if less than a 24, it’s a 24)
“I-uh-(confusion noises) how… how did you do that?”
“I’m j cool like that, Elsa.”
“Oh my gods- not you too-… Its not that damn funny!”
“… I mean. If there’s anything Angelo got right, it’s nicknames.”
He sighs, flicking the air in front of his face. A miniature torrent of wind and snow hits him right in the head. He walks back to his bag, double checking he has everything.
“Do you want me to… my parents didn’t love me, no one was there when I needed them to be… I lost a leg because I thought my friends were the only thing with a life as bad as mine, monsters. I am sad, I’m sorry.”
"I'd prefer you open up then be closed off. I told you I want to die most of the time for gods' sake and you're staring at my cabin." she sighs, laying her head on his chest. "but it sounds like just that little bit was hard enough to say, so i'm sorry.."
*Another secret?*
He runs his hand through their hair, thinking for a long while before looking down at them, “I’m trying… I just don’t know… I’ve been this way since I lost my leg… and old habits die hard.”
*I'm still on my meeeds*
"Well, just like you don't want me to be suicidal, I don't want you to stuff your feelings away while around me... it makes me feel like you don't even wanna be here." At first, her hair zaps him a bit, but it stops.
*I think I can tell.*
He looks over to them, pulling them close, not even notices that his hair and seriously begun to frizz. He kisses them on the forehead, “I do want to be here, I want to be with you, that’s practically all I want right now…”
*oh, hush*
"I believe you, but... It's fine." she holds him close, her electricity calming.
He continues rubbing them, “It isn’t… I can’t just be alone forever… I’m sorry.” He puts his forehead to hers, pulling them close, faces inches apart.
Caleb gives Cordon a literally icy glare as the match is suddenly snuffed out. “Give me that back-“ he says, trying to snatch the matches from Cordon’s hands.
*slight of hand against cordons? Or just des saving throw?*
Sleight of hand, I don’t think Caleb could win though, so you decide what happens.u
*how tall is Caleb?*
*about 5’4-5’5*
Cordon just stands up and hOlds the matches above Calebs reach.
“Not fair!” He grumbles, turning back to look for another matchbox.
“Hah! Do you want it bac?”
“Why… why do you do this? I am trying to make this perfect. Give it back!”
“Alright, fine. Geez.” Cordon tosses the matches back.
“Thank you.” He puts it in a pocket in the backpack, zipping it up.
“So do you want the matches back?”
he holds up an empty matchbox.
Deception: 32 (if less than a 24, it’s a 24)
“I-uh-(confusion noises) how… how did you do that?”
“I’m j cool like that, Elsa.”
“Oh my gods- not you too-… Its not that damn funny!”
“… I mean. If there’s anything Angelo got right, it’s nicknames.”
He sighs, flicking the air in front of his face. A miniature torrent of wind and snow hits him right in the head. He walks back to his bag, double checking he has everything.
“Have fun on your date, snowflake!” Caleb walks off
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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.
Caleb gives Cordon a literally icy glare as the match is suddenly snuffed out. “Give me that back-“ he says, trying to snatch the matches from Cordon’s hands.
*slight of hand against cordons? Or just des saving throw?*
Sleight of hand, I don’t think Caleb could win though, so you decide what happens.u
*how tall is Caleb?*
*about 5’4-5’5*
Cordon just stands up and hOlds the matches above Calebs reach.
“Not fair!” He grumbles, turning back to look for another matchbox.
“Hah! Do you want it bac?”
“Why… why do you do this? I am trying to make this perfect. Give it back!”
“Alright, fine. Geez.” Cordon tosses the matches back.
“Thank you.” He puts it in a pocket in the backpack, zipping it up.
“So do you want the matches back?”
he holds up an empty matchbox.
Deception: 32 (if less than a 24, it’s a 24)
“I-uh-(confusion noises) how… how did you do that?”
“I’m j cool like that, Elsa.”
“Oh my gods- not you too-… Its not that damn funny!”
“… I mean. If there’s anything Angelo got right, it’s nicknames.”
He sighs, flicking the air in front of his face. A miniature torrent of wind and snow hits him right in the head. He walks back to his bag, double checking he has everything.
“Have fun on your date, snowflake!” Caleb walks off
Caleb gives Cordon a literally icy glare as the match is suddenly snuffed out. “Give me that back-“ he says, trying to snatch the matches from Cordon’s hands.
*slight of hand against cordons? Or just des saving throw?*
Sleight of hand, I don’t think Caleb could win though, so you decide what happens.u
*how tall is Caleb?*
*about 5’4-5’5*
Cordon just stands up and hOlds the matches above Calebs reach.
“Not fair!” He grumbles, turning back to look for another matchbox.
“Hah! Do you want it bac?”
“Why… why do you do this? I am trying to make this perfect. Give it back!”
“Alright, fine. Geez.” Cordon tosses the matches back.
“Thank you.” He puts it in a pocket in the backpack, zipping it up.
“So do you want the matches back?”
he holds up an empty matchbox.
Deception: 32 (if less than a 24, it’s a 24)
“I-uh-(confusion noises) how… how did you do that?”
“I’m j cool like that, Elsa.”
“Oh my gods- not you too-… Its not that damn funny!”
“… I mean. If there’s anything Angelo got right, it’s nicknames.”
He sighs, flicking the air in front of his face. A miniature torrent of wind and snow hits him right in the head. He walks back to his bag, double checking he has everything.
“Have fun on your date, snowflake!” Caleb walks off
He throws a snowball at him as he leaves.
“Hey!”*gtg*
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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.
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Sounds like an awful idea, yea. I donn't plan to meet Thanatos 'til I die, an even then we'lll see. This is just so I'm useful. I can put, yawn, someone to sleep, sure, but zat also applies to mee."
"I'm gonna pretend I understand what you mean."
"I guess I get slow when I'm tired. I just need to do it once so I, yawn, know how to. Than I'll have me coffee."
"Well, alright."
“G’day mate” she giggles a little before resting her head on the table again.
<Anyone want to rp?>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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He sighs, flicking the air in front of his face. A miniature torrent of wind and snow hits him right in the head. He walks back to his bag, double checking he has everything.
*sure!*
Caleb is in the Hermes cabin, packing a bag with snacks and other camping supplies.
“No problem. It’s the least I can do.”
He continues rubbing them, “It isn’t… I can’t just be alone forever… I’m sorry.” He puts his forehead to hers, pulling them close, faces inches apart.
"what do you mean?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
“I mean- you’re going on a dangerous quest, I want to help you in any way I can-“
“Have fun on your date, snowflake!” Caleb walks off
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
*Alright I'm back. I'm going to shelf Asada for a bit unless any of the character's going on the quest want to interact with him*
Havoc is helping with the unclaimed cabin, using the exhausting labor to distract himself a bit.
Andrew is sitting on the tallest central building in the camp so he can silently people watch.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
He throws a snowball at him as he leaves.
“Hey!”*gtg*
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
Ace walks over to him, not smiling or anything. But that's okay, right? Ace is okay, right? He waves to Andrew "Hello"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
While people-watching, he sees Caleb around, gathering supplies and snacks, packing a bag and getting ready for something.
*anyone wanna rp?*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"right now, I just want to get my mind off of it"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
“Yeah-… sorry.”
“G’day mate” she giggles a little before resting her head on the table again.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Hello there!"
A masked figure is sitting in the corner, blending in naturally with her brown cloak.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)