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Okay. I'll get a post in as soon as I can. Sorry.
Why the wait?
Sierra
For just a moment, Sierra looked back at Kiran and Troy. Her face changed from unreachable to somewhat unsatisfied. She thought about Kiran and how lucky she was to be so beautiful, to have no limits on what she could or could not do. Sierra frowned for just a second, stopping in her tracks. She almost thought about walking back, and trying to talk to the handsome boy. Then she remembered her vows, her honor, her duty, and her sense of pride. She thought about her Hunters, the ones that Artemis herself had put under Sierra's command, how ashamed they would be if they knew she had turned around and let herself fall loosely into a conversation with a young male. How would Artemis feel? The eternal maiden who had made her vow she would never let herself go like that.
This is what made her remember the bow that was loosely held in her hand. That and her own insecurities made her grip that bow until her knuckles turned white. Deep inside of her, Sierra heard a voice, the one that was still looking forward to turning sixteen. It told her to turn, and to make something happen. The other, stronger part of her, the one that knew sixteen would never come-the one that spoke in a voice more like Artemis' than Sierra's'-told her to turn around and stay away from the threat. To let Kiran have the boy, because boys weren't worth the trouble anyways.
With a decision she wasn't sure was hers, Sierra turned back around, set her shoulders, and walked forward. Her frown became a set jaw, and she forgot about her slip-up.
Rhea
Rhea lifted herself up onto the tips of her toes a couple of times, feeling anxious. She wanted to start moving already. As soon as Dorian said he hadn't had breakfast, she tugged on his arm and smiled, starting to pull him towards the pavilion. "Okay dude. You've been spending too much time with your daddy. You're starting to talk like him! Too calm, too sophisticated. Right Festus?" She said, looking up at the Dragon who stepped behind them and used his long neck to look into their faces with his red glowing eyes. He creaked a response, and Rhea frowned. "Festus you aren't helping! Festus said he liked your lingo, I think it's bit on the dull side. Let me be completely honest, you'll never pick up chicks like that. Unless you're trying to take them to the underworld." Rhea laughed a bit, giving Dorian a noogie. "After a bit of work I think that someday you'll talk like me and you'll make people all happy. For now though we just need to work on the kinks in your software. Maybe install a few new facial features? Because I don't know about you, but I think smiles look good on that pretty face of yours."
Rhea continued to lead Dorian by the arm, though it was kind of awkward to be touching him. She didn't notice though, instead focusing on a bunch of other things. After she finished rambling she rubbed her stomach with her free hand and fidgeted impatiently. She was ready for breakfast. She loved all things sweet and spicy, so she usually just put syrup covered pancakes on one side of her plate and tabasco covered bacon on the other.
For just a moment, Sierra looked back at Kiran and Troy. Her face changed from unreachable to somewhat unsatisfied. She thought about Kiran and how lucky she was to be so beautiful, to have no limits on what she could or could not do. Sierra frowned for just a second, stopping in her tracks. She almost thought about walking back, and trying to talk to the handsome boy. Then she remembered her vows, her honor, her duty, and her sense of pride. She thought about her Hunters, the ones that Artemis herself had put under Sierra's command, how ashamed they would be if they knew she had turned around and let herself fall loosely into a conversation with a young male. How would Artemis feel? The eternal maiden who had made her vow she would never let herself go like that.
This is what made her remember the bow that was loosely held in her hand. That and her own insecurities made her grip that bow until her knuckles turned white. Deep inside of her, Sierra heard a voice, the one that was still looking forward to turning sixteen. It told her to turn, and to make something happen. The other, stronger part of her, the one that knew sixteen would never come-the one that spoke in a voice more like Artemis' than Sierra's'-told her to turn around and stay away from the threat. To let Kiran have the boy, because boys weren't worth the trouble anyways.
With a decision she wasn't sure was hers, Sierra turned back around, set her shoulders, and walked forward. Her frown became a set jaw, and she forgot about her slip-up.
Rhea
Rhea lifted herself up onto the tips of her toes a couple of times, feeling anxious. She wanted to start moving already. As soon as Dorian said he hadn't had breakfast, she tugged on his arm and smiled, starting to pull him towards the pavilion. "Okay dude. You've been spending too much time with your daddy. You're starting to talk like him! Too calm, too sophisticated. Right Festus?" She said, looking up at the Dragon who stepped behind them and used his long neck to look into their faces with his red glowing eyes. He creaked a response, and Rhea frowned. "Festus you aren't helping! Festus said he liked your lingo, I think it's bit on the dull side. Let me be completely honest, you'll never pick up chicks like that. Unless you're trying to take them to the underworld." Rhea laughed a bit, giving Dorian a noogie. "After a bit of work I think that someday you'll talk like me and you'll make people all happy. For now though we just need to work on the kinks in your software. Maybe install a few new facial features? Because I don't know about you, but I think smiles look good on that pretty face of yours."
Rhea continued to lead Dorian by the arm, though it was kind of awkward to be touching him. She didn't notice though, instead focusing on a bunch of other things. After she finished rambling she rubbed her stomach with her free hand and fidgeted impatiently. She was ready for breakfast. She loved all things sweet and spicy, so she usually just put syrup covered pancakes on one side of her plate and tabasco covered bacon on the other.
@Knight of Doom
Knight of Doom, hey knight, I was just wondering if I could adjust the ages of my characters Sierra and Marco? Because with what I'm doing now I'm saying Sierra turned into a Hunter at the age of 13.
Knight of Doom, hey knight, I was just wondering if I could adjust the ages of my characters Sierra and Marco? Because with what I'm doing now I'm saying Sierra turned into a Hunter at the age of 13.
@King Kindred
Sierra
Sierra had been walking around the camp for quite some time, just getting a feel for it again. She passed the best parts of camp, including the pavillion, which is where she stopped. The food smelled interesting, and though it probably wasn't as good as the hot chocolate the Hunters made for trips it was good enough to make her get a plate of pancakes dripping in syrup. She sat at a table with only a few others, that stared at her with interest. A couple of first years asked her about her parents, and she politely told them she was a Hunter. They didn't really understand, and it looked like they wanted to ask more questions, but she ate her pancakes and stuffed her mouth signaling them to walk away.
After she had finished her food, she listened in to other conversations. It was very boring, until a fight broke out. She heard very little of the argument, but as soon as she felt the ground shake, she notched an arrow and lifted herself from the table. She knew that shooting at a camper waa very severe, but so was an earthquake. By the time she started walking to the scene, Chiron had already shown up.
"That is enough, Troy. You've been here long enough to know better than that. Look at the picture and calm down." The centaur said in his booming voice. "What do you think you're doing, picking a fight with the camper? You're a guest here and an adult." Sierra smiled slightly, and lowered her bow. She approached the three people, but the girl who had been a part of the argument walked away. Sierra shrugged, focused directly on Chiron. The centaur turned towards her. "Ah, Sierra I believe? Have you and your Hunters settled down?" He said, smiling. Sierra and nodded and pursed her lips, glancing at the boy who had gotten in trouble. "We've been doing very well Chiron, the Artemis cabin is amazing. I would like to talk to you about the trouble in Olympus though. Maybe during the campfire? Since you seem to be busy right now with a very powerful...nuisance." Sierra said, looking once again at the boy. Chiron nodded, "that sounds quite fine. Maybe you can keep Troy out of trouble while I greet some of the first years? I'll see you at the fire, Sierra." Chiron then turned around, trotting off.
Sierra's eyes widened, and she looked with a steady glare at Troy. "Hmph. Chiron is a fool for letting you off this easy, you're very lucky. But even with my supervision I doubt you'd behave, so I'll leave you to your mischief." Sierra walked off, not bothering to put away her bow.
Rhea
Rhea had been sitting on Festus for a long period of time. She had fed him all the bottles of Tabasco she had in the satchel and was now checking his wires. People came around, asking her if they could pet him as if it was a stranger's dog. Rhea complied of course, and Festus loved the attention. He squeaked and puffs of steam floated from his mouth. He spread his wings and flapped them for effect, making all the first years squeal in awe. This made Rhea's task a lot harder, but as he did this she was able to see if oil dripped from his ears or if he was malfuctioning. He seemed to be doing fine though, so she let him prance around.
There was one time though, Rhea thought he was malfunctioning for sure. Suddenly, as Rhea started to open his control panel, he shot out a few short bursts of fire. He squeaked and started to run forward. Rhea had to grab hold of his neck before she was flung off of him. "Festus stop! Bad! Bad Festus! What's wrong with you?" Rhea screamed, smacking Festus' hide. Soon, Festus came to a stop, right in front of another camper. Festus creaked in greeting, and Rhea shimmied up his neck to see what the fuss was about. She stopped when she saw the first bit of olive green hair. "Dorian! Dude! When did you get here?" Rhea said, sliding off of Festus so she could give inspect Dorian. "How was your summer?" She said, after checking his condition. A bit more oil and maybe he'll smile. She thought with a crooked smile, she laughed at her own silent joke, though it wasn't at all funny. Her eyes wandered, she had already started losing focus. Festus creaked behind her, saying "Hi" repeatedly. "Festus says hi." Rhea said, looking at Dorian again. "Have you had breakfast? I heard they were serving pancakes."
Sierra
Sierra had been walking around the camp for quite some time, just getting a feel for it again. She passed the best parts of camp, including the pavillion, which is where she stopped. The food smelled interesting, and though it probably wasn't as good as the hot chocolate the Hunters made for trips it was good enough to make her get a plate of pancakes dripping in syrup. She sat at a table with only a few others, that stared at her with interest. A couple of first years asked her about her parents, and she politely told them she was a Hunter. They didn't really understand, and it looked like they wanted to ask more questions, but she ate her pancakes and stuffed her mouth signaling them to walk away.
After she had finished her food, she listened in to other conversations. It was very boring, until a fight broke out. She heard very little of the argument, but as soon as she felt the ground shake, she notched an arrow and lifted herself from the table. She knew that shooting at a camper waa very severe, but so was an earthquake. By the time she started walking to the scene, Chiron had already shown up.
"That is enough, Troy. You've been here long enough to know better than that. Look at the picture and calm down." The centaur said in his booming voice. "What do you think you're doing, picking a fight with the camper? You're a guest here and an adult." Sierra smiled slightly, and lowered her bow. She approached the three people, but the girl who had been a part of the argument walked away. Sierra shrugged, focused directly on Chiron. The centaur turned towards her. "Ah, Sierra I believe? Have you and your Hunters settled down?" He said, smiling. Sierra and nodded and pursed her lips, glancing at the boy who had gotten in trouble. "We've been doing very well Chiron, the Artemis cabin is amazing. I would like to talk to you about the trouble in Olympus though. Maybe during the campfire? Since you seem to be busy right now with a very powerful...nuisance." Sierra said, looking once again at the boy. Chiron nodded, "that sounds quite fine. Maybe you can keep Troy out of trouble while I greet some of the first years? I'll see you at the fire, Sierra." Chiron then turned around, trotting off.
Sierra's eyes widened, and she looked with a steady glare at Troy. "Hmph. Chiron is a fool for letting you off this easy, you're very lucky. But even with my supervision I doubt you'd behave, so I'll leave you to your mischief." Sierra walked off, not bothering to put away her bow.
Rhea
Rhea had been sitting on Festus for a long period of time. She had fed him all the bottles of Tabasco she had in the satchel and was now checking his wires. People came around, asking her if they could pet him as if it was a stranger's dog. Rhea complied of course, and Festus loved the attention. He squeaked and puffs of steam floated from his mouth. He spread his wings and flapped them for effect, making all the first years squeal in awe. This made Rhea's task a lot harder, but as he did this she was able to see if oil dripped from his ears or if he was malfuctioning. He seemed to be doing fine though, so she let him prance around.
There was one time though, Rhea thought he was malfunctioning for sure. Suddenly, as Rhea started to open his control panel, he shot out a few short bursts of fire. He squeaked and started to run forward. Rhea had to grab hold of his neck before she was flung off of him. "Festus stop! Bad! Bad Festus! What's wrong with you?" Rhea screamed, smacking Festus' hide. Soon, Festus came to a stop, right in front of another camper. Festus creaked in greeting, and Rhea shimmied up his neck to see what the fuss was about. She stopped when she saw the first bit of olive green hair. "Dorian! Dude! When did you get here?" Rhea said, sliding off of Festus so she could give inspect Dorian. "How was your summer?" She said, after checking his condition. A bit more oil and maybe he'll smile. She thought with a crooked smile, she laughed at her own silent joke, though it wasn't at all funny. Her eyes wandered, she had already started losing focus. Festus creaked behind her, saying "Hi" repeatedly. "Festus says hi." Rhea said, looking at Dorian again. "Have you had breakfast? I heard they were serving pancakes."
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