Fell

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Connor felt something prickle at the back of his neck. Something was wrong, there was a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked down from his new half brother, no longer focused on him or whatever his answer might be. Connor spun in a slow circle surveying the area, this was how it felt during a game of capture the flag when someone was sneaking up on him, or using an ability from their godly parent to try and gain the upper hand, the only difference being that by comparison those were candle flames and this was an inferno. Then he noticed the shadows sliding through the air. "Shit."

He made a lunge for the door, pushing it open and making a dash for his bed. While running he began making a list of who would have the ability to make the shadows. It had to be a god or goddess, he would have recognized the feeling of a fellow camper, and he couldn't imagine this feeling belonging to a monster, so, Hades, of course, Erebus, but he tended not to leave his wall, maybe Persephone, she was queen of the underworld or maybe Hecate with one of her spells, a handful of other gods and goddesses that he was sure his relatives in the Athena cabin would be able to name, but he couldn't, not in a split second while running for his life. He could feel the shadows coming in close, but he had made it to his bed. He tossed the mattress off of the frame and reach for his sword, logos, knowing he would need his fathers gift. He froze when beneath his bed was a piece of paper with a laughing face. "Double shit." He muttered to himself as the shadows swallowed him.

Disoriented Connor shook his head and tried to take his bearings. With a deep breath he went through a calming routine, counting down from ten. By six he was no longer panicky, and he began to look around. Sand beneath his feet, cavernous walls of a well, a cavern surrounding him, and other Demigods in various states of disarray in the sand.

As Erin began talking Connor listened then, when she confirmed his belief that it was either a god or goddess he decided now would be a good time to stretch. He bent his back, forwards, then backwards, then forward again, then lifting his right leg, then left stretching his quads. He crouched down, then stuck out one leg forward, leaning his weight against it, then switched to the other leg, then popped back up and stretched his arms, crossing one after the other over his chest and pulling. Connor himself had never gotten a real quest, but he had heard all the stories about how they tended to go, and he figured a bit of stretching before getting started wouldn't be remiss.

"So what's out next move Erin?" Connor asked as he finished stretching. "After those three wake up of course." He was eager to get a move on.

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That movie made me have all the feels >.>

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Marx said
Auguste does have standards.

You said everyone, ahhh I can see it now,

"The room smelled faintly of turkey fat, and wine dripped from the overturned glass, Auguste had been unsure until that moment, but now he knew. Mr. D was the one."

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Wait... I just realized... Does everyone include... Mr. D?... ... ...

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Alex, is that mixture there supposed to be smoking? Kasai's voice was familiar in Alex's mind by this point, a fact that Alex would never have believed when he first made his contract with the daemon. The Kitsune's voice had originally seemed so strange, an alien presence in his thoughts that seemed to resonate with tones that Alex had no words for, but after a few years of almost constant communication between them, the voice was practically a part of his own mind.

"Is what supposed to be smoking?" Alex responded, absentmindedly turning a page of the book he was rereading, a very worn copy of Plato's work "The Last Days if Socrates". He was focusing mainly on the story of the cave, as he had been enthralled by the concept of the existence of truly perfect forms. It was a subject that he, Kas, and Acentia had been debating for the past month while staying mostly hidden away in his dorm room, which was littered with books of all kinds, save for a small corner which was kept completely clear and tidy, where he kept a tea pot, a chemistry set... which he had liberally borrowed from the chem lab, as well as carefully ordered jars, pots, baggies, and containers with dried leaves and beans of all kinds. On the windowsill grew an assortment of tealeaves and some spices and herbs, though most he had to scrounge around for, seeing as the climate of Aluani academy only allowed for certain plants.

The only time he hadn't been reading Plato or the subsequent philosophical texts, which had at one point lead to an interesting discussion about the philosophy of mind, a separate theory in it's own right, not belonging to Plato, but interesting when looked at through the lens of Plato's theory of forms, especially in relation to the concept of the web of knowledge model that had formed in recent years, was to get food, start making candies, or drinks, using his stockpile of beans, tea leaves, spices, and sugars.
He had been working on making a new blend of coffee and tea, what he like to call cofftea, made from arabica beans, ground with oolong tea leaves, with a touch of mint leaves. He had just started them on a low simmer over a Bunsen burner from the aforementioned liberated chemistry set, when he had sat down for a moment to read while the mix heated. He looked up from the book, and was confident to see that it was only twelve thirty, he had only been sitting for ten minuets.

Alex then looked to the ruined blend of grounds and tealeaves, now not much more than smoking charred matter, they had somehow been completely destroyed in less then ten minuets! Alex rushed to turn off the burner and grabbed a hot pad, quickly smothering the smoldering concoction then sitting back on his haunches staring dejectedly at the mess trying to figure out what had gone wrong.

He turned and noticed that there was still light in the room, even though Alex had started reading in the low light from the burner, sunlight was streaming in through the window. "But I started working at midnight." He spoke slowly, realizing that it must be half passed noon, not half passed midnight as he had first believed. "Well that happened." He said laughing shaking his head.

You should take that to the dumpster, and possibly investigate why the fire alarm didn't go off earlier. Kas sounded amused. He had probably noticed the tea and coffee smoldering hours ago, but had decided to see how long it would take Alex to come out of lala land in order to notice for himself.

"That might be a good plan." Alex said, digging around for a plastic bag in one of his drawers, he found one and scooped the no longer smoldering remains of what had been a promising blend. He tied the bags shut tightly and headed out the door, trying to not look overly suspicious with his bag he headed down the corridor and out into the main entrance way, heading towards the kitchens, where he could hopefully ditch the bag into the dumpster without anyone asking him too many questions about how he had managed to burn the contents in his room.

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This group is amazing lol

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Blox said
Sure does. I tried one time posting from my mobile and it was a hot mess lol

Right? I always end up with weird typos or auto corrects, not to mention how if-y QQCode becomes >.>

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I'm working on my post at work from my mobile. I'll probably end up waiting to post until I can get home an do edits in my computer, cause stuff always seems to get funky when I type it on my phone.

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Connor walked slowly back to Hermes Cabin, enjoying the pleasant stroll through the camp. Now that the party was quieting down the walk was almost relaxing, save for a few rather drunk campers scrambling around. He thought back to when he had first entered this camp, about five years ago now. He had been young and scrawny, and everything was just a bit terrifying. Gods and monsters and demigods, he felt out of place among all the magic, and unlike the kids at camp he had never struggled with fitting in in normal life, sure he was dyslexic and had a touch of ADHD, but those were manageable and he never mind it overly much. So while some people who got here felt uncomfortable for a moment, but then at home in the camp, it took longer for Connor to become comfortable in this camp. He got his butt handed to him by all the older kids, and the Ares and Athena kids in combat, and Artemis and Apollo kids were better at archery. The years came and they went and by his third summer, at age fifteen, he had finally begun to get used to combat and archery, and he even started to look forward to returning to the camp and missing the faces of all his half-brothers and sisters, in spite of the tight quarters in the Hermes cabin.

He shook his head lightly to clear thoughts of the past as he got back to the cabin. He was about to head inside when something odd struck him. He stepped back from the door and did a slow circle, trying to look in all directions, unsure of what he had noticed. Then he looked up, and saw a brand new camper sitting on the roof, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Trying to get your bearings?" He called up to the boy. "You a new Hermes kid?" He couldn't help but already be searching the boys face for the traits so common in the children of the gods. Sharp nose, mischievous eyes, darkish hair, all trade marks of his godly father. He didn't appear to have any traits of being a legacy but sometimes those lines got blurry after a few generations, unlike his own traits. Connor bore a few rather prominent traits of his grandmother Athena, in his bright blond hair and the lighter coloring of his eyes.

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Vicier, I feel bad seeing that you and Marx both actually made new characters, should I make a new one as well and scrap the old one?