MarshiestMallow

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Blackmist16 You're okay, I just realised I hadn't responded and I'd put up a response ages ago on my phone.

then got distracted.

I'll see what I can do after dinner

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Blackmist16Sorry Mate, just not feeling very up to things at the moment.

I just can't seem to focus

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_Talon

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Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: Elias @Metztli}

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Coward.

A locked door. A darkened room- no light, the globe taken long ago, the windows tinted so dark it was virtually impossible to see out of. A small boy, curled up in the corner, shaking, hands over his ears. Yelling. Screaming. Hatred. A small boy, trying to ignore the shadows in the dark. He was cold, hungry... he hurt from the blows... Talon wrenched himself away from the memory, shaking violently as if he were scrawny, cold and scared once more. The man who had, supposedly, been his father yelling at him as he struggled to withstand the blows- telling him to be a man, to fight back, to not be a... a...

Coward.

His heart beat fast as if he were that terrified little kid again. Never. Never again. There was Elais, wanting them to talk things out ,as if that would fucking help. As if that would fucking change everything. He shook his head, not caring about anything, not caring about whatever the fuck crusty old Mr D was talking about. It didn't matter to him. Nothing did. He tore his gaze away from Elias's once more- why the fuck the older boy wanted to fucking force him into spilling his guts, he didn't know.

"You don't care. You just don't want to lose the stupid counsellor position." He was tired. He turned away, not entirely sure if he was injured or not. Not really caring. He'd had worse. "NO one fucking cares- it's all about fucking power. That's all everyone fucking cares about." He shook his head, clenching his hands. He didn't want to be there- but he knew Elias would just follow him. There wasn't anywhere else to go.

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_Kalinda

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Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With:}

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Kalinda barely spared a glance for Dioynsus or Chiron. Their announcement wouldn't help Octavia- or Talon, but she doubted the latter would let her do anything for some time. And the former might not either. There was blood- she knew there would have been. Scooping up Chaos, she plopped the ferret into a pocket so she couldn't get up to any mischief- the damn ferret would be red for ages if she played around in the blood. Shifting, Kalinda let her gaze roam over Octavia. Everything else could wait- she needed to make sure the girl hadn't done serious damage to her back. It was a pretty decent fall, and add Talon's weight to it... Kalinda sighed, her gaze flicking over to Chiron and Dionysus. That stupid dove. And Erin? That was laughable. The girl rarely left her cabin.

Sighing once more, Kalinda turned her attention back to the injured girl. "You really think Aphrodite gives a shit about a little thing as a camper not leaving the camp? They've chosen their victim. Erin has seven days, there isn't any fucking point arguing about it with Mr D and Chiron. They know it's bullshit. Let me do my job, so we can get this shit sorted."

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_Pierre

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Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: Byrnn, briefly@Moro}

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He hadn't given it a thought. He'd just snatched the ring, taken the chance when it had been given to him. Was it a smart decision? Pierre wasn't so sure. He didn't mind being underestimated- didn't mind being seen as a bit of an underdog. Perhaps the best thing to be in the camp, and indeed around the Gods was incompetent. Oh, he liked showing what he could do, but... keeping a little bit back... He sighed. Too late to change anything. And he wasn't sure if he would if it were possible. Either way... His gaze drifted to Brynn as she spoke to him. A smile drifted across his features, and he shrugged- until his attention was torn to Dionysus and Chiron. Frowning slightly, he climbed down the tower, leaping down to the next platform, and the next until he could climb down the rope ladder to the bottom.

Idly, he glanced around, his gaze moving through the crowd, unable to help but feel a sense of foreboding. Whatever was happening... he doubted things would be the same.

At the uproar, Pierre's gaze moved to those that were more vocal then the others. He shifted, not entirely sure what they were meant to do. But there was no point being angry at Chiron or Dioynsus. Neither were responsible- they were the messengers. That was all. He had no doubt that they had fought for Erin's innocence. "What are the stipulations of the quest?" He asked, shifting towards Chiron and Dionysus. "Or... does she not know yet? How... how can we help her?" Questions. Questions were important- they'd get more out of questions then anger, then outbursts.

Quests always had requirements. Restrictions on who could help and who couldn't. That was what they needed to know. And just because some couldn't go on the quests, didn't mean they couldn't do anything. If they had answers... they could do something.

"Who accused her?" Pierre's gaze flickered to Niesha as the daughter of Athena spoke. The question could be dangerous, and they might not get an answer to it, but it was a good question. Perhaps if they knew that, they could figure out who might want to undermine Hades power.

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_Imogen

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Location:Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With:Jake @Avanhelsing}

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Imogen couldn't help but smile and give a soft laugh- not at Jake, just at the whole situation. Sometimes the way campers came here was just downright uncanny. And yet, she was sure that they had all, at one point or another, thought they were crazy before coming here, before finding answers- and perhaps even after finding them. Knowing what you were... knowing you had a godly parent... it didn't come with all the answers, sadly.

"No, you aren't crazy. You're as sane as the rest of us." She said softly, "I don't mind questions. I like being able to help people." She said quite truthfully, before smiling once more."The ocean is, perhaps, the most interesting place on earth. To me, at least. I don't think that's just because of my father... it's just who I am." She said, before frowning as he spoke of the sword,"I.. perhaps Mr D or Chiron will have answers to that. But... " Her voice trailed off, and she stopped walking, staring at him.

"A lightening bolt." Imogen paused a moment, processing. "I'd say that means your father has claimed you. Congratulations, Son of Zeus." Her attention was drawn towards the tower, to the commotion going on there, and for a moment she grew stiff, listening intensely . "That is the shit hitting the fan." She said softly, starting to walk again. "You'll have to speak with Mister Dionysus, and Chiron about things... but perhaps after this meeting is dealt with... "

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Michael

"That's bullshit." Michael didn't realise that he had spoken until the words were out of his mouth. He'd taken to his feet, and Moe leaned lightly against his side, his weight a soft comfort to him. He shifted, realising what he had done and he looked away, hands curling slightly against his sides, gripping the edge of his shirt. He had just drawn attention to himself- not something he really liked doing... why, why had he spoken out? Because it was bullshit. The gods just seemed to get bored, wanted to play with them, but this... Michael sighed, "I.... I... I ap-puh-puh-p-" He couldn't get the words out, his stutter returning in full force. He closed his eyes, swallowing around a suddenly dry throat.

"S-s-sorry." His voice was a whisper, but he managed to get that one word out.

Could he just sink down into his chair once more, hide behind the rest of the crowd? No, it was too late for that. Michael cleared his throat- or tried to, and turned from his chair, glancing around at the others and tugged lightly on Moe's leash. His gaze moved to Niesha's, just at the bottom of the tower- he was certain for one moment she had a smile on her features before it was gone. Was she... did she approve of the words he'd shouted out, so hastily, without thought? Part of him thought she did. Moe kept his weight against him, and Michael dropped a hand to lay it on the dogs head as if that would give him strength.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Talon

Location: Base of the tower
^{Interacting With: Elias @Metztli and Octavia @Vicier}

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As he found himself falling, Talon growled. "Bitch!" It came out as a growl, but he didn't care. The force of the impact caused his breath to come out in a powerful 'oof', but he didn't let that stop him, gathering his strength once more and shoving his sister away from him. They all thought they knew, thought that it was just their fathers wrath. They were wrong. He knew that with every fibre of his being. It isn't. Oh, his mother might like to think that it was just that, just something he could have, potentially, grown out of. And his siblings evidently thought so to. And his brother, his fucking brother who thought that all he had to do was fucking talk.

the tower doesn't exist Of course it fucking existed. That was the whole fucking point. Used to "elevate" other campers above the other, as if it fucking mattered who climbed a tower faster. And they used it, they fucking used it to keep everyone in their place. Fucking bitch, prancing around as if winning the tower was meaningful. They didn't fucking know. He snarled, and for a brief moment a thrill went through him as he realized Elias was afraid- afraid there would be a fight. Afraid of him.

And then a sick feeling settled in his stomach as that thought took hold. He yanked himself away from Elias, even now, even fucking now, his brother treated it all like it was a game- like talking was actually going to fucking do anything. And doing it in front of everyone? It was already fucking humiliating being knocked down by Octavia. "You don't fucking get it." He snarled, hands curling into fists- not caring if he was injured or not, not caring much about anything. His nails, torn and raggered, still dug into the palms of his hands, but it didn't matter. None of it did. It didn't matter. It didn't matter, they were here because they couldn't work in the more mundane world. Nobody wanted them there. "There is no point fucking talking."

Kalinda

Location: Stands and Base of the tower
^{Interacting With: Mainly Octavia @Vicier}

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Kalinda shifted awkwardly as her gaze moved towards katherine and Imani- the others weren't really of much importance for her. She looked away, hunkering down in her seat, forcing her gaze back towards the tower. She shouldn't feel like this- shouldn't feel hurt. She'd been the one to break things with Katherine. And Imani wasn't made for serious... neither was she...it was fucking pointless even thinking about it. So best to just ignore. Oh, she had to deal with Katherine daily- she wouldn't go back on her word there. She would figure out a way to not have to shove pills down her throat. One day.

She sighed, but her thoughts weren't troubled for long. As Octavia threw herself off the tower, to tackle her brother to the ground, Kalinda could practically feel the thump, what she could imagine were the aches, the injuries... she rose, looping Chao's leash around her hand, and began to move through the stands, rather conveniently using the path Elias carved himself. At least she wouldn't have to force her way through. Ignoring the boys, her gaze when to Octavia- she had no doubt the girl had taken the brunt of the fall, and that that would mean she had hurt herself.

"You're not going back on that tower, Octavia."

Pierre

Location: Obstacle Tower
^{Interacting With: Those on the tower}

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Pierre didn't try to keep up with the banter of the others- he didn't even think one could call in banter. Was there any point to it, other than to try and make another camper fail? He didn't think so. He kept his attention on what he was doing, where he was going. Things in the tower could change at a moments notice- seconds. One second, a bar was there, the next it was gone. he climbed steadily, certain of his holds. As his body warmed, adjusted to the constant motion, Pierre leaped to grab a rope ladder, scurried up it with ease. Oh, Pierre well knew that he was seen as more thought, less action. But looks were deceiving. The obstacle tower was a challenge, but a satisfying one.

And with the commotion above... Pierre didn't let himself get distracted by it, but it seemed like things were getting a little out of control. He pressed himself against the tower as the building shook slightly, but didn't let that slow him down. Pulling himself onto the platform everyone else seemed to be on- or a majority of them- he didn't hesitate to continue to climb. Whatever was happening, he could do nothing about it.

Moving faster now, Pierre grabbed bar after bar just before it disappeared- and then suddenly he didn't have any issues with the bars. He shifted, glancing down- he wasn't afraid of falling. He watched as Octavia and Talon flew through the air- or rather, fell through the air. He watched a moment, making sure that they weren't seriously hurt- they didn't seem to be- before he continued up, pulling himself onto the last top. No one seemed to realise that he had passed them. That he was up the top. Had they forgotten he was there? Or were they just too distracted?

Either way, with barely a seconds thought, Pierre reached out and grabbed the ring.

Imogen

Location: Half-Blood Hill; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound, New York; USA.
^{Interacting With: Jake @Avanhelsing}

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Relieved that he wasn't crying out crazy, Imogen smiled once more. Oh, he had a lot to learn, she had no doubt about that- they all did. She glanced back to Aethusa, amused. "It's alright. You don't know much about this stuff, or really what you can do. Don't worry." she said, looking back to Jake. She wasn't sure where to begin- or even if she shouldn't just take him to Chiron. She didn't think he would do well with being introduced to Dionysus- Dionysus... could be for later. Chiron was patient. Still, she chouldn't just force him through the camp without answering his questions.

"Well, yeah. There are their Roman counterparts too, this is Camp-Half blood, the Romans have Camp Jupiter... nevermind, bringing them in just gets confusing to start with. The Greek gods often have halfling children. Like us. Posedion is my father." she said ,giving a small shrug, "For now, lets go to the camp proper."

She bit her lip, thoughtful before she continued. "The... the gods usually have to claim you. Generally there's a sign of some kind. Here, claiming is considered a great honor. Most of the time, we're claimed, but sometimes... well, some of the gods decided not to claim their kids, to keep them safe... things are different then what they were." She turned towards the camp, starting to walk. "Have you seen anything unusual, or a sign of some kind? A symbol? Have you shown any powers? I'm good with the horses- and the Pegasi, as you have seen. I've got other abilities, mainly with water. Have you done anything?"

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Talon

Fucking bitches. They thought they were so much better then the guys- fuck, the rest of the camp. They weren't- and that was the thing, they weren't better then the rest of the camp. Talon gritted his teeth, and once more gathered his strength, muscles in his legs tensing for one moment before he launched himself, further in the air then he had before. They weren't going to fucking win. He didn't care if he didn't, he was determined to make sure they weren't going to win. Fuck them. Fuck them all. "You aren't worth freezing over." he snarled as he caught the edge of a bar, used his momentum to swing himself further up into the air. Deliberately twisting, he caught another bar, this time flinging himself further around the tower and catching himself on the platform the girls were on.

Pulling himself up, he didn't pause. He grabbed a bar, pulled it as hard as he could, until he could push himself up and over, climbing further up the tower. He pulled bars out, using anything he could to force them to eat up precious seconds. "I haven't even begun to try." His voice came out once more as a snarl. His muscles were warm, hot, straining, but he didn't care. He continued to yank bars out of holes, twisted rope ladders. He found himself not caring what might happen.

He was just so damn tired of being teased, demeaned, and shit on by those fucking bitches. They tore him, other guys apart- oh but Gods above forbid if they did it to them. Fucking. Bitches. "Getting a little slow there, aren't we?" He wanted to fight. He wanted to hit something- and right then, it didn't matter what. It was just... He was just so fucking angry. It wasn't fucking fair. His body was shaking, violent need, violent energy, violent... just violence wracked his whole body as his mind kept throwing around their words, their actions, every little dig they managed to get it.

His breathing raggered, he pressed himself against the tower, feet pressed hard against a bar, watching it as he yanked another bar towards him, violently- he was almost surprised it didn't just come flying out, to fall to the ground. But it didn't and snarling- loud, frustrated angry. He well knew that he shouldn't let his anger get the better of him, but he just couldn't find a reason why to care. It was always like that. He might care later, but right then he just really didn't fucking care. The rage boiled steadily in the pit of his belly, his heart pumped, both with adrenaline and that deliciously frightening rage. It was boiling, boiling, boiling- wanting to rise over and just take everything away.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" the savage scream tore through his throat, rage streaming out as he slammed a fist against the tower, shaking hard, his eyes slammed shut tight as he slammed his fist against the wall again. As the bar began to quiver beneath him, he snarled once more and opened his eyes, reaching out for another bar and pulling himself further up the tower, knuckles- hand- scrapped, but he didn't care- didn't care about the throbbing pain that just fueled his rage further.

Niesha

Niesha sighed softly as she pulled herself up onto the platform everyone seemed to be converging on. What was the point of all their talk? It seemed counter productive to her. Shifting, she took a moment to let herself breath, reaching up to move hair that had escaped it's pony tail out of her eyes. She shifted her body, and glancing around. She winched, wondering if she ought to just give up- it didn't seem worth it... things were looking pretty heated. A little uneasy, Niesha watched Talon's destructive path. Would any of them stop before someone got hurt badly?

It seemed odd to be on the outsides, apart of neither group... Niesha sighed again. She shifted, looking further up the tower, frowning slightly. She could see a path up- a good one, she was sure of it. A path that wasn't suffering too much destruction. "That way." She said softly, her gaze following it up, not sure why she was even speaking. "He's going to hurt someone... " She felt out of place- she always did. She wasn't like Ky' vie, or Bronwyn, nor Octavia. Or at least she just didn't know how to be. Her body shifted slightly, biting her lip as she glanced away from them, looking towards the ground, reaching up to tie her hair back again and turned back towards the tower.

mentions

@Vicier@Moro

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Imogen

@Avanhelsing

Imogen looked back to Aethusa, and then to the new- she had to assume- camper. She smiled, bright, cheerful and welcoming as she gave a soft laugh. "Yeah, that's a Pegasus. Her name is Aethusa" She said, hoping to put the boy at ease, although she could understand how the sudden appearance of a mythical creature- a creature from legend no less- might be a bit daunting, especially if you hadn't seen the camp before. The guy seemed confused, and perhaps a little self-conscious saying why he had just sort of suddenly appeared in the grounds.

There really wasn't any easy way of explaining what the camp was, of essentially telling this Jake that he was a child of a mythical being. Of course, they weren't mythical... but if you'd spent your whole life not knowing that there were actual gods, actual flying creatures of legend, then it could be hard to wrap your mind around the new reality. "And my name is Imogen. Immy works too." She paused a moment, thoughtful.

"As for what this place is... and to answer your other questions... well, that's a little more complicated." She tried to think of a way to explain everything without seeming crazy. "The wind telling you to come here... it's for a reason. This is a camp- no, it's a home. It's a safe place to be for... for us. It's Camp Half-blood." She felt like she was rambling and tried to draw it in. "Um. We... We are children of Gods, Jake. The Greek Gods, to be exact. Or the Roman. Sometimes we have campers from Camp Jupiter here too. Gods, she really wasn't good at this sort of thing. "The camp can't be seen by those aren't kids of gods, or their mortal parents. And it's safe from beings that might harm us."

She bit her lip, waiting for Jake to say something, waiting for him to claim she was crazy or that she was pulling his leg. She couldn't really blame him, to be honest. It was crazy.

Talon

@Moro

"She isn't Medusa, Bran." Talon shouted back, "And unlike you, I don't freeze when I meet girls eyes!" He teased, as he reached up for one of the moving bars, and gathering his strength- his muscle tensing as he did so- he pulled himself up. His muscles had warmed up pleasantly and he yanked himself up, resting a foot against the wall, the other seeking purchase on another bar, just as he imagined someone yanked on it to give themselves purchase. Cursing he pushed off before he lost all footing and leaped for a ledge.

His fingers grazed the edge of it and he dug his finger nails- for one brief moment he was hanging just by the tips of his fingers. Letting out a growl he slowly grabbed for more purchase and after a minute he was able to pull himself up- one hand was slowly becoming slick with blood from torn nails, but he didn't care. He shifted, getting his feet under him. Drawing in deep breaths he gathered his strength, and crouching slightly he waited. His heart beat, once, twice, three times and he launched himself up, grabbing a moving arm and straddling it. Shifting his weight, balancing, he launched himself up, climbing once more.

"Come on, Bran." He said as he reached up to grab a rung, and yank himself up yet again. "Getting a little slow, aren't we? Too much? Or just distracted by girls asses?"

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Penny

@Silver Fox@Dezuel@Zarkun@Landaus Five-One

For a moment, Penny was certain that her brain was going to catch on fire. Between Karn, Edarn, and the talking sword, things were chaotic in not much time at all. Still, the simple pure innocence of Karn was always a joy, and she would do anything to insure he remained that way. It was perhaps just as well that Edarn had a sense of danger, a sense of how the world was, for Karn definitely needed someone to watch over him. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on though- everything seemed to happen all at once, and then Karn was hiding behind her, clutching at her clothes. She turned just enough so she could put an arm around him, "Hey... it's okay... " She said softly, voice calm and full of warmth as she tried to calm him.

It didn't take much effort to realise what had happened, the strong watery scent in the air... Karn would always be afraid of water, she doubted that would ever change, but being angry over it would just make things worse. She gently tightened her hold, content to just make him feel secure. The young mage- it was always hard to think of Karn as anything but young- needed to know that it was okay. And even if it wasn't, she was there to help fight his demons. "It's just their magic. Like anyone- they aren't going to use water on you. And if they do, I'll stop it."

Mild annoyance at the voice still in her head, Penny kept most of her attention on Karn. "As we haven't even spoken with my sister about that... " she sighed, closing her eyes a moment, and drew in a deep breath. "I apologise." She apologised to the new comer- not entirely sure if he was a new member or perhaps looking to join. "Welcome to the Phoenix Wing Guild Hall. I'm Penny, one of the S-class mages. Is there anything we can help you with?" She flicked a glance around the guild, certain that there would be quite a loud response to the potential reserection of the festival, as well as a battle.

Michael

@BlackMaiden@Landaus Five-One@Silver Fox

Glancing out the window from his desk, Michael sighed. The communication lacrima sat where it had been for the last few days, waiting work from his brother. Either Gabriel was knee deep in something sinister, or he just hadn't had a chance to keep in contact. His gaze moved from the window back to the journal he was helping Gabriel keep- a second copy of Gabriel's research on the Celestial spirits. It wasn't much, just yet, but they were making progress.

Waiting another moment, as if that would give Gabriel enough time to either send a message or appear, Michael eventually pushed away from the desk and moved through the room, and opened the door. He hesitated before he went back, snatched the communication Lacrima off the table, and made his way to the main hall. He shoved the lacrima in a pocket, and paused at the top of the stairs, tilting his head and frowning slightly as he took in the sounds- it seemed there was a little bit of commotion. He had thought that Master Jack had already left... Starting down the stairs, he once more stopped at the bottom, pausing as he felt the vibration of the lacrima. His heart beating fast, he hurried dug the lacrima out, relieved.

"Coming home." That was it, just two words, but it was his brothers voice and that meant he was okay. Slightly troubled, he put the Lacrima back in his pocket, and let his gaze move over the guild hall. It was alive with activity- he doubted it was every quiet, and that was just how he liked it.

"W-well, w-we have g-good f-food h-here." He said. One time Michael might not have spoken out, things had changed, although he was still quite self conscious of his stuttering. Still, he had to interact with other guild members- and he wanted to.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Niesha

Having taken the tower several times before, Niesha still eyed it with a critical eye. Living here all year round for a few good years, her brother Michael and herself had had plenty of time to study the damn thing- work out how it was constructed, work out just how they could beat it. She often thought that even if their mother hadn't been Athena, they'd still be like this. Either way, it didn't matter. Things were easier here, everything written in Ancient Greek- perhaps the only language their dyslexic brains didn't seem to play with. It had been hell- rather difficult to grow up smart, but unable to read as fast as she would have liked- she had scrapped good grades through hard work- long hours working through words. Here... it was different. Their father had helped them, patient and willing, to help them figure out ways to study. Remembering that, Niesha couldn't help but smile- and remembering that, she could see how Athena had been drawn to his patient, kind understanding, his constant ability to find ways to do things... Shaking her head slightly, she thought back on the days before coming to the camp, with both sadness and happiness.

She could take solace in her small white owlet, Snow. Was it foolish to think that maybe it was a sign from their mother? Owls were often depicted with Athena in mind. Whether it was foolish or not, she loved that Owl.

Niesha had been fascinated with how things worked, how they were built, how she could get them to function, since she was a little kid. She had very precious memories of Michael and herself working through "buildings" with their blocks... working in perfect harmony. Sometimes they still worked through designs for a city they wanted to build- but Michael was better at the design stuff then herself. Turning her attention back to the obstacle tower, she watchef the contestants. Michael seemed more interested in keeping Moe, his gigantic dog, under control. She sighed softly. While they had both had a go at the course- she doubted anyone hadn't- her brother preferred not to go out of his way to try it. "You could do it, you know that."

Michael merely looked up at her and shrugged, Just because you can do something, doesn't mean you have to, Nes." It was always interesting how he never seemed to stutter with her- yet put him face to face with someone else, and he sounded like a CD that jumped about. "Besides, why show off? I prefer to let the other campers underestimate me." There were times when Niesha just didn't understand Michael. Sometimes he could be outgoing, and Niesha at times wished he was more so. And then there were times like this, when he could almost seem to be cunning.

She gave another sigh, turning her attention back to the tower for a moment. "But you are brilliant, Michky. Sometimes I wish you'd see that, and let others see it too." Michael shrugged and fell silent, returning his attention back to Moe. He wasn't fooling her, though. She knew that he was actively paying attention to everything around them. Giving another sigh, she let her gaze move over the others, gaze seeking out their other siblings. She wasn't sure if any of them would compete either. Bronwyn might compete, too.

Oh, what the hell. Perhaps she ought to just go ahead and try. Rising, Niesha slipped through the others, and towards the grounds, throwing herself towards the tower and starting her assent. Keeping her attention on what she was doing, Niesha began to pull herself up, muscles tightening as she did so.

Pierre

Despite the excitement, Pierre found himself almost dozing. The warm sun was just so... so... so... inviting. It might have helped if he had actually slept then night before- but he hadn't, distracted from the enticing lure of sleep by books and a new- well old- scroll he had borrowed from the Athena cabin. Stretching, Pierre leaned forward, unconcerned about Prince- having left the pup on his bed, he wouldn't be surprised to see him Adeline. Whe had had found the pup, it had just seemed perfect. A dog that would forever be puppy sized, Prince was easy to carry around if the need arose. And Adeline was always happy to lure the dog away, if she had to, she could carry him easy enough.

Turning his wandering attention back to the course, Pierre sighed heavily as he studied it. He couldn't seem to get up the energy to tackle it. The obstacle tower was indeed a challenge, yet there was always a way to conquer something. He lazily ran his gaze over everyone that seemed to be readying themselves to tackle it. If you could figure out what they were doing, and how they did it, you could figure out how to beat them. Eventually. Still, it had been a while since he had tried the tower- he'd let himself just settled into the rhyme and rhythm of the camp... let himself just... rest. Sleep was always welcome, but recently Pierre had been indulging a little too much.

He ought to take a go at it again. He sighed heavily, and rose slowly, stretching- a long satisfying stretch, and one that nearly sent him back to resting, back to a stupor... instead, He started down from the stands, not actually sure what he was going to do- and perhaps that was the point. Everytime he tried to plan this course, he failed. Rather spectacularly.

Perhaps some things couldn't be planned.

Kalinda

Kalinda leaned back, closing her eyes as she titled her head towards the sun, a small smile dancing around her features as she did so. There was nothing quite like the feel of the sun on ones skin. Warm, and welcoming. The sun was where things could grow- just about everything needed sun. And perhaps Kalinda had been listening to way too many speeches about Apollo. The internet was a wild thing. Sighing, she opened her eyes and looked back towards the obstacle tower. The only child of Apollo at the camp right then, Kalinda was merely there to ensure that people didn't kill themselves, and to treat any injuries. She had no desire to show off on the tower, at least not today. If it was archery... that might be a different story.

Besides, the white fuzzy tube sock demanded her attention. The ferret crawled out of a pocket and danced about in her lap, chattering. And then there was the war cry. Chuckling, Kalinda scooped the ball of fluff into her palms, petting her. After a moment, when she was sure Chaos wouldn't dance away, she snapped on her leash, so that she wouldn't get lost. The last time that had happened, Kalinda had had to search high and low to find the damn beast, only to find her nestled happily on a sleeping daughter of Aphrodite's chest. That had been fun, trying to get the ferret without waking lover girl- only to have to explain why she was essentially feeling the girl up.
She wasn't keen to have such an experience again.

The ferret certainly lived up to her name- Chaos. Perhaps it was a good thing that Kalinda lived alone in the cabin- Chaos just got into trouble. It didn't matter even if she as sleeping, she always seemed to knock something off, or mess about. Kalinda liked to joke that she just had too much energy, even sleep didn't turn it off. Watching Chaos as she scampered about, uncerncerned about her bothering any of the campers. She hadn't had any issues with it yet, and even if she did, it was too fucking bad for the other campers. They'd just have to put up with Chaos. Chaos was too cute anyhow, and the ferret knew it, used it to her advantage.

Leaning back in the stands once more, she let her head move to the sun again, closing her eyes and breathing deeply, letting the sun warm her.

Imogen

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Leaning low over the neck of the beautiful, graceful Pegasus. The white winged horse flew gracefully through the air- giving Imogen a perfect view of the camp. A bubble of laughter leapt out her throat and she sat up slightly, gently gripping Aethusa with her knees- completely trusting her to keep her safe and to catch her if she fell as she lifted her hands and gave a whoop of excitement. She could practically feel Aethusa's excitement, but they both knew that it couldn't last much longer. She had to get back to the camp proper. "Just a few more moments... "

Imogen let herself enjoy the feel of the air through her hair- unbound, it streamed behind her, almost like Aethusa's mane itself. As the Pegasus leaned down, she lowered herself once more, trusting in Aethusa to land safely. As they landed in the field, Imogen waited a few heart beats before she swung herself off, sliding down with as much grace as she could muster. Which is to say, she landed on her ass laughing breathlessly. Aethusa nuzzled at her gently, and Imogen consented to rise, laying a hand on the white side of Aethusa. "Thank you for the ride." She murmured softly, her gaze moving about them- certain that she had seen someone walking from the out skirts of the camp.

"There... " Stroking Aethusa another moment or two, she started towards the figure that was steadily getting closer. Were any campers meant to arrive today? She wasn't certain, but it didn't really matter. If one of the kids had found their way here, it meant it was probably the right time for them to come. Lifting a hand in greeting, Imogen closed the distance enough to shout, "Hiya!" cheerfully to them.

Talon

Talon barely spared a glance for the others around him- it didn't really matter who he was competing against, he'd kick all their asses anyway. His gaze lifted up and over the tower, examining it without much care. He'd find a way up- and he'd do it before anyone else could. There weren't many that could hope to compete with him, in any case. Shifting, he stretched his legs and with deliberate slow motions he cracked his nails crack... crack... crack... crack... . The rather satisfying crack and relief in his joints pleased him, and he rolled his weight onto the balls of his feet.

He would win. There was no doubt about that.

Oh, Ky' vie was certainly a strong contender, but she wouldn't win this time- he was going to make sure of it. Moving with as much strength as he could put into a run, he slipped between two poles and leaped to grab a rung, pulling himself up with sheer strength as he decided to tackle was in front of him- glancing up to make sure that he wasn't going to run into a dead end, or any trouble. He used his strength- he had no doubt that he could beat anyone strength wise- to throw himself up the tower, twisting here and there to ensure he wasn't going to get knocked by anything.

Shifting, he hung for a moment, drawing in a few deep breaths before he continued up. "You're the one that's going to need luck!" He shouted back, refusing to let himself lose as he continued.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Blackmist16I get distracted by my marshmellow all the time