An old man walks into the clearing you found yourself in. Roll perception?
*omar's been in hermes cabin for a bit. they know about cordon*
Percept: 16
"hey there!"
*darn*
omar notices the mist snake around the old man, and the old man sits down on the bank of a river this Omar could’ve sworn wasn’t there a second ago.
“Hello, young’in. What’s yer name…?”
Something about the voice is familiar…
"im omar. you?"
omar cant quite place it. its on the tip of their tounge
“Harold. Harold Jenkins.”
"hi....... harold....... how are you?"
“Quite nice, quite nice…”
*could Omar do anything to a 25 slight of hand to steal stuff?*
"nice. hey, have we met? you seem famillier..."
*no, but angelo also robbed them recently. they dont have mutch*
“Nah. Not really.”
He pats you on the back.
"you really do seem famillier........."
you hear the voice of someone you love(d)
"are you sure?"
His disguise me,ts away and he slams his fist int Omar’s neck, choking them. “Never do that again. NEVER!,,”
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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.
"Alicia. Nice to meet you in person, Caleb! Need any help packing?"
“No, I’m fine-… uh, so, when’d you get here? At camp?”
"Oh, just a few weeks ago! What about you?"
“I’ve been here a couple of months.”
"Cool! What about your, uh, parent? I know that's a touchy topic, so you don't have to answer, but I'm curious."
“Ah, well, A lot of people think it’s Khione. She’s the goddess of snow! A few thought it’d be Boreas, god of the north wind and winter, but I knew my mortal dad.”
"Um, well, gods are weird, and... uh... that's happened before. But anyway, you've got snow powers, right? It'd make sense for either. You could maybe be the son of Acheron, cause that river's freezing, but who knows. Gods, this is fun to theorize!"
An old man walks into the clearing you found yourself in. Roll perception?
*omar's been in hermes cabin for a bit. they know about cordon*
Percept: 16
"hey there!"
*darn*
omar notices the mist snake around the old man, and the old man sits down on the bank of a river this Omar could’ve sworn wasn’t there a second ago.
“Hello, young’in. What’s yer name…?”
Something about the voice is familiar…
"im omar. you?"
omar cant quite place it. its on the tip of their tounge
“Harold. Harold Jenkins.”
"hi....... harold....... how are you?"
“Quite nice, quite nice…”
*could Omar do anything to a 25 slight of hand to steal stuff?*
"nice. hey, have we met? you seem famillier..."
*no, but angelo also robbed them recently. they dont have mutch*
“Nah. Not really.”
He pats you on the back.
"you really do seem famillier........."
you hear the voice of someone you love(d)
"are you sure?"
His disguise me,ts away and he slams his fist int Omar’s neck, choking them. “Never do that again. NEVER!,,”
"do" cough "what?"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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He shakes his head, his eyes shining with the purest joy he’s ever had, pulling them back in and continuing the kiss fest, blushing redder than the flames bursting around them.
The intensity of the flames match the sparks. She grabs his back and reciprocates the passion
This time, he keeps going until she wants to break, making sure not to die from not breathing, breathing through his nose.
Rex is working on the arena, he’s taken off his shirt, glistening with sweat and looking phenomenal as he takes a break to drink some water.
"Alicia. Nice to meet you in person, Caleb! Need any help packing?"
“No, I’m fine-… uh, so, when’d you get here? At camp?”
"Oh, just a few weeks ago! What about you?"
“I’ve been here a couple of months.”
"Cool! What about your, uh, parent? I know that's a touchy topic, so you don't have to answer, but I'm curious."
“Ah, well, A lot of people think it’s Khione. She’s the goddess of snow! A few thought it’d be Boreas, god of the north wind and winter, but I knew my mortal dad.”
"Um, well, gods are weird, and... uh... that's happened before. But anyway, you've got snow powers, right? It'd make sense for either. You could maybe be the son of Acheron, cause that river's freezing, but who knows. Gods, this is fun to theorize!"
An old man walks into the clearing you found yourself in. Roll perception?
*omar's been in hermes cabin for a bit. they know about cordon*
Percept: 16
"hey there!"
*darn*
omar notices the mist snake around the old man, and the old man sits down on the bank of a river this Omar could’ve sworn wasn’t there a second ago.
“Hello, young’in. What’s yer name…?”
Something about the voice is familiar…
"im omar. you?"
omar cant quite place it. its on the tip of their tounge
“Harold. Harold Jenkins.”
"hi....... harold....... how are you?"
“Quite nice, quite nice…”
*could Omar do anything to a 25 slight of hand to steal stuff?*
"nice. hey, have we met? you seem famillier..."
*no, but angelo also robbed them recently. they dont have mutch*
“Nah. Not really.”
He pats you on the back.
"you really do seem famillier........."
you hear the voice of someone you love(d)
"are you sure?"
His disguise me,ts away and he slams his fist int Omar’s neck, choking them. “Never do that again. NEVER!,,”
"do" cough "what?"
“That- that voice 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.
"Well, it's a freezing cold river of sorrow. It just saps all the heat out of everything it touches. That might not be it, because he's also all about pain, but still. What are your abilities, exactly?"
"Well, it's a freezing cold river of sorrow. It just saps all the heat out of everything it touches. That might not be it, because he's also all about pain, but still. What are your abilities, exactly?"
“Well, it is almost always cold around me, it gets worse when I’m like, angry or sad. I can summon snow, freeze water- basically, I have the powers of Elsa. Also, I can see and walk just fine in cold weather, and I… don’t feel cold. I can also summon small blizzards… Khione fit that power set the best.”
He shakes his head, his eyes shining with the purest joy he’s ever had, pulling them back in and continuing the kiss fest, blushing redder than the flames bursting around them.
The intensity of the flames match the sparks. She grabs his back and reciprocates the passion
This time, he keeps going until she wants to break, making sure not to die from not breathing, breathing through his nose.
Rex is working on the arena, he’s taken off his shirt, glistening with sweat and looking phenomenal as he takes a break to drink some water.
It goes on for a long time.. possibly hours.
Atticus in his own form is destroying the wooden dummies, it's getting easier and easier for him.
Atlas couldn’t think of anything better to do in that time, so he continues to make out with Aeris.
He walks over to them, holding his shirt over his shoulders, “You are doing good, my friend, strong.” He says with the brightest smile.
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His disguise me,ts away and he slams his fist int Omar’s neck, choking them.
“Never do that again. NEVER!,,”
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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"Um, well, gods are weird, and... uh... that's happened before. But anyway, you've got snow powers, right? It'd make sense for either. You could maybe be the son of Acheron, cause that river's freezing, but who knows. Gods, this is fun to theorize!"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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Caleb, who has been wandering around camp gathering camping supplies, gives him a kind of weird look as he passes by.
"do" cough "what?"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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This time, he keeps going until she wants to break, making sure not to die from not breathing, breathing through his nose.
Rex is working on the arena, he’s taken off his shirt, glistening with sweat and looking phenomenal as he takes a break to drink some water.
“Huh, maybe… what’s Acheron’s whole deal?”
"Yeah, some other camper fell into the lava and hurt herself badly. You seem good at that. How long you been doing it?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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“That- that voice 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.
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Camp Half-Blood Archives
“I dunno.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
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“Who? Are they okay? And not that long, but I’m on it every chance I get.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
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He stops, just… staring for a second. He’s very confused.
"Well, it's a freezing cold river of sorrow. It just saps all the heat out of everything it touches. That might not be it, because he's also all about pain, but still. What are your abilities, exactly?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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"Um, well... she went blind, mute, and deaf and then turned into a social recluse. That's nice! How long you been here?"
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“Well, it is almost always cold around me, it gets worse when I’m like, angry or sad. I can summon snow, freeze water- basically, I have the powers of Elsa. Also, I can see and walk just fine in cold weather, and I… don’t feel cold. I can also summon small blizzards… Khione fit that power set the best.”
Atlas couldn’t think of anything better to do in that time, so he continues to make out with Aeris.
He walks over to them, holding his shirt over his shoulders, “You are doing good, my friend, strong.” He says with the brightest smile.