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Hey, my character hasn’t been approved yet, but can I get a recap?
Anka sat under the pine tree marking the border of the camp. A vast array of cabins and training areas spread out before her-including what appeared to be a real-life lava pit.
I’m going to fall in that at least once, she thought.
She considered getting up and exploring, but decided against it. Maybe later.
Layana narrowed her eyes against the sun and watched the top of the hill, certain she had seen something. Warily, she walked up the hill, relaxing when she saw Anka. “Hello there!” She said cheerfully, waving.
“Hey,” Anka said. “Who are you?”
“I’m Layana! Are you here to join Camp Half-blood?” She asked curiously.
“Yes, actually. Would you mind giving me some tips?”
“Sure!” Layana grinned, pleased to be helping someone. “If you follow me, we can take the tour and then dinner should be ready.”
“cool!”
Layana looked at the strawberry fields and smiled softly. “This is half-blood hill, pretty much the best view in the whole camp. But we have lots other things to see, so let’s go!” She forced a smile and led Anka down the hill. “Oh! I completely forgot…” She chuckled embarrassed and glanced at Anka. “I didn’t catch your name.”
Anka started. She’d completely forgotten to introduce herself. “Oops, my bad,” she said. “It’s Anka.”
“Nice to meet you, Anka.” She glanced at the cabins before leading Anka toward them. “These are cabins. Once you’re claimed, you can stay in whichever one is for your parent, but until then you’ll stay in the Hermes cabin, with me.” She grinned. “Well, me and Rain, Tanner, Skye, and a couple others.” She added, furrowing her brow. “Speaking of Rain, where is she?” She glanced around, trying to spot the blonde haired girl. She stopped when she remembered Anka and chuckled in embarrassment. “Hehe, sorry about that… ADHD, you know?”
(Unrelated but Rustflame would you mind accepting my roleplay character Michael Wren? Thanks! :] )
(oh crap! Sorry, I’ll get right to that!)
(Edit: ok, he’s accepted now!)
Skyra gentle placed her hand on Sophie’s shoulder.
Braedon walked back into the cabin, hesitating for just a moment before sitting in front of Sophie. “How’s she doing?” She asked Skyra, not taking her eyes off of Sophie.
“Exact same as before,” Skyra responded, not looking up.
Braedon ran her fingers through her hair anxiously. “We should get her to her cabin. She needs rest.” She finally said, standing.
“Okay,” Skyra said, helping Sophie up.
Braedon carefully helped Skyra, tensely walking to Sophie’s cabin.
“Thanks,” Skyra said.
(Who is in Ellie’s cabin? does she have anyone in there with her? or abigail’s?)
Braedon didn’t speak until Sophie was resting on a bed, taking a step back to let Skyra pull a blanket over Sophie. “Make sure she isn’t alone anymore. And keep water on hand. She should be fine in a bit.” She wrung her hands, then turned to walk out of the cabin.
(I don’t think Ellie ((I legit spelled that wrong three times even though it’s my own name 🤣)) has anyone in her cabin, but I’m not sure about Abigail. What’s her cabin again?)
(I dont even know theyre cabins lol)
Skyra nodded.
“Thanks.”
(lol, you would not believe how many times I have to check just to remember my characters cabins 😅)
Braedon nodded back, taking a deep breath once she was outside. Well, you go outside once and suddenly become so social butterfly? she questioned herself angrily. She walked to the Athena cabin, keeping her head down and her hoodie pulled up in hopes of no one seeing her.
Zena looked at everyone. “So, I have a question for you people.”
“What?” Abigail snapped.
~Alex~
“Hey!” She glared at Abigail “Don’t yell at my Gf” She glanced at Zena and smiled “Go on then”
Abigail rolled her eyes.
Zena started rubbing the back of her neck. “Could you guys, um, help me find my mom?”
Elise froze and stared in shock at Zena. “You mean… Like a quest?” She practically whispered the last part, excitement and a little fear in her eyes.
“Um, more like a help. . . quest? I never knew my mom. . . ” She looked at Alex. “Please?”
“I don’t know mine.. either,” Abigail admitted.
Zena smiled. “Well, family reunion Quest?”
Elise jumped up excitedly. “That’d be so fun! Ill help, for sure! But,” her face fell, “How will we get approval? I’m not even allowed to leave during the school year, thanks to my father’s amazing parenting techniques.” She huffed and didn’t meet anyone’s gaze, not wanting to see pity in their eyes.
Nikki walked past some of the cabins, This is pretty nice, she thought,
I might like it here
“GAH!” She said as she tripped over a rock, “rocks EVERYWHERE” she groaned, lying on the ground, “Ima just stay here for a little bit,” she murmured to herself.
Brooklyn looked down at Nikki and tilted her head, grinning. “What’re you doin’?” She asked curiously.
“Oh you know chillin’ me and the ground are good friends,”
Nikki laughed, “I’m Nicole or Nikki is what my brother calls me, and u r?”
Brooklyn smiled. “I’m Brooklyn, but you can call me Brook.” She said, moving to a sitting position beside Nicole. “So, who’s your parent?” She asked.
(So if Michael’s godly parent isn’t one of the Olympians he would be mashed into the Hermes cabin right since that’s how it worked in the books right?)
Michael walked out of the Hermes cabin with an irritable expression on his face, a notebook under one arm, and a pencil lacking an eraser tucked behind his ear. Glancing up at the pine tree overlooking the camp, he scowled as he realized there were people over there. Well, he could find a different tree to sit under, even if the pine tree hurt his brain the least to look at. People were more annoying to look at than trees. Walking as far away from the Hermes cabin as they could get, Michael set himself down under a moderately not annoying tree and flipped open his notebook to a new page, tuning out everything else going on in the camp as he rewrote a poem they’d been working on for quite some time now. In fact, on every page of the notebook he’d written on was a slightly better version of the original poem at the beginning of the book.
Braedon walked past, her hood pulled over her head as she tried to essentially disappear. She stiffened when she saw Michael and pulled on the hoodie to further cover her face as she continued walking, her pace a bit quicker.
Michael glanced up as Braedon walked past, scowling. Another person who, A: Pretended not to notice him, or B: Didn’t want him to notice them. He let out a weary sigh, returning to his poem before his mind could wander to a world where Momus wasn’t their father. All that would do was depress him. He had these useless powers and he had to live with them. If that meant sitting by himself writing unreasonably good poetry, that was just the way it was.
Braedon stopped in her tracks when she heard him sigh and glanced at them. Should I talk to him? she silently wondered, looking them over. It can’t hurt… Right? Before she could change her mind, Braedon shyly waved at Michael, testing to see what his reaction would be.
Michael saw Braedon waving at him out of the corner of his eye and looked up from their poetry.
“Um, hi,” He said awkwardly, waving back and feeling a small spark of hope of having a normal conversation with someone without pointing out all their flaws.
Braedon couldn’t decide whether she wanted to run or talk to him, but the hopeful look in their eyes made the decision for her. “Hey,” she greeted quietly, unsurely shuffling over to him. “I’m Braedon.” She wrung her hands nervously.
Michael noted with relief that this was probably just as painfully awkward for Braedon as it was for him.
“I’m Michael. Nice to meet you.” He paused, unsure what to say next. He had very little practice talking to people.
Braedon nodded once. “That’s a nice name,” she commented softly, biting her bottom lip anxiously.
“Um, thanks.” Michael paused. “Yours is nice too.”
Gods, is a notebook the only thing I know how to talk to? He thought in annoyance.
Braedon stared at her hands, hidden by her long sleeves, and chose to ignore his compliment. “What’re you working on?” She asked curiously.
(Reply to Braedon, the comments have become very thin and painful to read)
“Oh, just some poetry,” Michael replied casually. Just a ridiculously good poem I’ve rewritten around twenty times now trying to make it absolutely perfect, he added silently to himself.
Braedon’s mood instantly relaxed. “You write poetry?” She asked in surprise, glancing at his notebook. “I love to write!” She exclaimed. She grinned and took a few steps closer to him before sitting down sort of beside him, but also kind of in front of him(hopefully this makes sense, I can’t think of anything else to say lol). “Do you mind if I look?” She asked hesitantly.
Michael cracked a smile. He could almost feel the topic change like a physical change in the air, as if Zeus had decided to send them a pleasant breeze, although thankfully he hadn’t because that might have messed up his perfect hair.
“Yeah, you can look,” They said, handing Braedon the notebook. “It’s not done yet though,” He added on instinct, even though to anyone besides him it would probably appear entirely finished.
Braedon carefully read it, her eyes bright with excitement. “This is amazing!” She cried when she was done, her eyes wide. “How long do you think it’ll be until you finish?” She asked curiously, reading over it again.
Michael gave a sad smile. “I’m never going to finish it,” He told Braedon with absolute certainty. They flipped through the previous 23 pages of the notebook by way of demonstration. “It’s always going to have flaws, no matter how many dictionaries and thesauruses I read through. It will never be perfect, and hence it will never be ‘finished’ as you call it.” I sound like such a weirdo, He thought humorlessly. “I’m the son of Momus, god of mockery, satire, and poets. And from him, I inherited the incredibly annoying power to see the flaws in everything and play a wicked practical joke.” He said it like it was some sort of joke, leaving out the part that because of this he had no friends except for notebooks.
Braedon thought about it for a moment, then slowly started nodding as the words sank in. “Huh, I never thought of it like that. Though, if you never learn to look past the flaws, won’t everything be worthless in the end?” She wondered curiously, then stiffened. “I-I don’t mean you should stop trying, I swear, it’s just…” She trailed off with a sigh and rested her forehead on her palms. “Sorry, I’m not used to talking to people.” She drew her knees up to her chest and pulled on the sleeves of her loose sweatshirt. “I haven’t hardly left my cabin in years. And people normally… Avoid me.” She quietly told him, looking down at the bare patch of dirt and tracing a circle in it.
Michael was silent for a moment.
“…No apologies needed,” He said carefully. “People usually avoid me too. And you’re right, probably. Trying to make everything perfect is probably not healthy.” He sighed. “It’s just that I can’t stop seeing the flaws. They jump out at me before I can notice the good things. Which I guess is why prior to this conversation I was sitting around by myself rewriting a poem for the 24th time.” He reached into Braedon’s circle and absentmindedly added a smiley face.
Braedon chuckled sadly at the smiley face. “24 times, huh?” She asked softly after a moment of silence. “Maybe… Maybe you could help me with my writing… And I could help with your poem?” She suggested tentivly, still staring down at the drawing in the dirt.
(The comments have become very thin and painful to read again 😛 )
“Sure,” Michael agreed. “I’ll try not to be too terribly negative.” He suddenly stiffened but disguised it by shooing away a nonexistent mosquito on his shoulder, realizing how terrified he was of messing this up. Having a conversation with a person was hard enough, and he suspected that looking at another person’s probably good but inevitably flawed work would be a whole other level of difficult. When he was looking at his own work, he didn’t have to notice the good things about it, but looking at another person’s he would have to try and provide some sort of positive feedback. I can do this, he told themself. It’s just like… um… They could not think of a good analogy.
(oh, sorry, I’m on a phone so I can’t tell when they do that)
Braedon grinned, tucking a strand of her short hair behind her ear. “Well, we might balance each other out. I could be the positive, you can be the negative.” She glanced at him, nervous about how they’d respond. “But, I mean, unless, you know, you’re busy with someone else, or writing or… Something.” She mumbled the last part, biting her lip out of nervous habit. Way to make it awkward, Braedon, she silently scolded herself.
Michael chuckled. “I’m not busy,” He assured her. “I could use some help convincing myself not to use all 70 pages of this notebook on one poem anyways. Dryads probably hate me.”
Except that’s a logical fallacy because I don’t think there are any dryads who know I exist, They thought immediately. IT’S A JOKE, He reminded himself silently.
Braedon laughed and stood. “Don’t worry, when they come at you for revenge, you can hide in my cabin.” She joked with a grin. “And anyway, they’d come after me before they did you. You wouldn’t believe how many notebooks I keep.” She sheepishly chuckled and dug the toe of her shoe into the dirt.
Michael got to his feet, smiling playfully.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” He challenged. “I use a 70 page notebook for every poem and I usually have nothing better to do besides write all day.”
Braedon narrowed her eyes jokingly. “Oh really? Well I’ve been stuck with writers block for the past months and have at least ten notebooks filled with complete gibberish and junk.” She nudged him and smirked. “So it doesn’t really matter how many poems you have, because at least they make sense or mean something. Mine are all practically trash.”
Michael chuckled. “Nothing you write on paper is trash. It’s recyclable.”
For once noticing logical fallacies is useful, he thought with a smirk. “And I guess,” They continued carefully. “By an extension of that logic, anything written on paper can be recycled into a better idea no matter how ‘trash’ it is.” He paused. Did I say that right? He wondered.
Braedon rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t go ruining my logic with common sense,” she pretended to pout, but broke into a wide grin.
(0of sorry I took so long to reply to this been busy with school final projects but now I have no more work)
Michael grinned. “There’s plenty more where that came from. Well, that is, ruining logic. I don’t have a whole lot of inspirational loopholes up my sleeve.”
Braedon rubbed her arm self-consciously, unsure on what to say.
–Previously–
“Nice to meet you, Anka.” She glanced at the cabins before leading Anka toward them. “These are cabins. Once you’re claimed, you can stay in whichever one is for your parent, but until then you’ll stay in the Hermes cabin, with me.” She grinned. “Well, me and Rain, Tanner, Skye, and a couple others.” She added, furrowing her brow. “Speaking of Rain, where is she?” She glanced around, trying to spot the blonde haired girl. She stopped when she remembered Anka and chuckled in embarrassment. “Hehe, sorry about that… ADHD, you know?
-Anka-
“Okay,” she said. Hermes cabin, Hermes cabin. There was something-something important…
She sighed. She got hunches like that sometimes, but they always played out on their own time. She’d long tired of trying to guess what her intuition or whatever was telling her.
“Where’s Hermes cabin?” she asked.
“Right over here,” Layana led Anka to a large cabin and smiled a little. “Come inside and I’ll give you the grand tour,” her voice was laced with bitter sarcasm as she walked up the steps to the door.
Anka blinked. “Um, okay,” she said, following Layana. “Sounds great.”
“Would you rather settle in your cabin first? Or do you want to explore before?” She asked curiously.
“Can we go to the cabin first?” Anka asked. “I mean, if you don’t mind.”
Layana grinned. “Of course I don’t mind!” She adjusted her course and led Anka to a large building. “Here it is!” She walked up the steps, skipping every other one. “I’ll let you pick your bed, just make sure it’s not already taken by someone else.” She glanced at one of the beds, then at a clock hanging on the wall. “Crap, uh, I’m sorry, but I need to go check on another camper. Do you mind me leaving you just for about thirty minutes?” She asked nervously.
“Yeah, no problem,” Anka said.
Layana nodded tensly before darting out of the cabin, heading toward the healing center.
(Reply to Flamepaw/Annie)
“That’s fantastic,” Terragon exclaimed, clapping their hands. Olivia would have been so thrilled to see this. “Athena gave me planning skills and the ability to learn things quickly, which is very practical but not nearly as fun,” they added wryly.
Zena thought about it for a second. “That’s very simple. We sneak out of the camp in the middle of the night. Everyone meet here tonight 1:30!”
“Sure,” Abigail muttered.
“Ok!” Elise said happily. “I should probably go, I’ll see you tonight!” She dashed away, running toward her cabin.
Zena watched at everyone dispearsed.
~At 1:30~
Zena walked back out with a pack on her shoulder waiting for everyone.
Abigail followed.
Elise frantically ran over, panting heavily. “stupid furies,” she muttered, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “Are we all here?”
Zena looked at all of them. “Yeah. . so where are we going to start first?”
Elise glanced at both of them. “What about wherever you lived before here?” She suggested.
Abigail thought for a while
“An.. orphanage,” she muttered to herself. “Are our powers related to our parent’s powers? Because we could try that..”
“Actually… yeah. I came from Ohios Orphanange… But I can hardly remember anything from when I was little.” She looked at the small group. “I guess we’re going to Ohio.”
(Respond to Elise Sorry for the wait Blogclan wasn’t working also I could be yer adoptive sibling if ya want)
~Leo~
Leo waves bye and sits down at the table with the other two. (Hephaestus child Interact)
Layana ran into the healing center, biting her lip nervously. “Rain?” She anxiously went to the unconscious girl’s cot and sighed. “Are you getting any better?” She asked, knowing she probably wouldn’t get an answer.
“There’s someone new, her name is Anka. She’ll be staying in our cabin until she’s claimed.” She stared at her friend sadly as she continued her rambling. “I think you might like her, and I can’t wait for you to meet her when you wake up…” She paused as an overwhelming thought voiced itself in her mind: if you wake up… A tear slipped down her cheek and she sighed, not bothering to wipe it away.
“Listen, Rain, I’m not the only one who needs you awake right now,” she said quietly but confidently. “Sophie had a breakdown, she’s blaming herself. We both need you up. So if you can hear me, get your lazy butt out of this place ASAP, got it?” She brushed the tears away and laughed softly at herself as she realized how ridiculous she probably seemed, talking to a person in a coma.
[Open for interaction]
Rain slowly squeezed her hand, although she wasn’t “awake”.
Layana stilled, stunned, before squeezing Rain’s hand back. “I’ll be right back,” she said quickly. “I promise.” She gently let go of Rain’s hand and sprinted to Sophie’s cabin. She burst in, panting heavily. “She’s getting better!” She exclaimed happily. “She’s getting better!”
Sophie immediately shot up.
“What? How do you know?” she squeaked frantically.
“I-I was talking to her, she-she squeezed my hand like she could hear me, or something.” She took a deep breath to slow her heart rate and gripped Sophie’s hands. “Sophie, she’s gonna be ok! She’s gonna be ok!” She exclaimed joyusly, grinning. “Come on, I’ll take you to her-” she froze when she remembered Anka. “Dang it,” she muttered under her breath. “I have to go… There’s a new half blood who I said I’d give a tour to…” She scowled and let go of Sophie’s hands. “Ok, you go see Rain for yourself and I’ll join you as soon as I can. Will that work?”
Sophie nodded, heading to the healing center with a grin on her face.
She started to walk down the hill. When she reached the road she nerously looked around. “Soo uhh what are we gonna drive?”
Abigail looked around, “I’m not sure.”
Sophie, who was overjoyed that Rain was waking, headed to the healing center. Rain was asleep, but not unconscious.
She placed her hand on Rain, healing whatever was left, and Rain gently woke.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m Sophie,” she said quietly, not quiet knowing what to say.
“Did… you heal me?” Rain asked.
“Uhh.. yeah… that’s my power,” Sophie said, smiling. “Thanks.”
Ellie, was a little sad, but overall didn’t feel that bad for Rain. After all, she had deserved it after all what had been done to her, right?
Skyra, after hearing the news from Sophie, decided to go to Ellie’s cabin to tell her rain was alright.
(do we wait to be accepted?)
(no, you don’t have too anymore 😁)
(thanks)
Evellyn watched the daughter of Pistis pad over to Ellie’s cabin. She wondered if she should go over to Skyra and talk. But her gaze shifted to a newer member of the Half-Blood Camp. ‘That girl, Ebony.’
Ebony felt that someone was staring after her, but she tried to ignore it. She was new. Of course she’d be stared at. She shut down her own what-if-? thoughts and padded over to the cabin of Hermes (she’s new. She doesn’t know her mother [Athena] yet).
Evellyn realized the girl was umcomfortable and shifted her gaze away from her. ‘I’ve made her nervous.’ She searched the camp with her eyes. Sakura Hirawa was on the front of her cabin, the Morpheus cabin, her pale, rosed hair fluffed by her shoulders. The daughter of Morpheus wore her usual expression of curiosity and excitment, looking for someone to talk to. ‘Do I talk to her?’ Evellyn wondered. ‘No. She’s friendly. She makes new friends everyday.’ Evellyn loooked around for someone who didn’t seem to have made many friends. But everyone seemed relaxed. ‘Ehr…’
Sakura smiled, looking for someone to talk to. She found Skyra walking to Ellie’s cabin. “Skyra! Hi!” She padded over to the camper, the girl wanting or not. “Are you looking for Ellie?”
“Yeah, is she in here?” she asked with a smile.
“I’m not sure”, Sakura exitated, still wearing a bright (and sincere) smile. “I haven’t been SO tunned in the news later”, she admitted, remembering of having heard that Sophie had healed a girl named Rain…”I heard a few things…But wanted to hear them from you. Let’s do it that way: I’ll go with you and you tell me on the way to Ellie’s cabin so we don’t lose time.” (I’m not so sure what’s going on on the Roleplay, so that’s my try xD)