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Supers: A Superpower RP

Thanks to everyone that was involved and a special thanks to those that tried to stay involved.

Feel free to contact me as well. Especially if you're in or starting a particularly kick ass RP and think I'd like it.

It was fun getting to play with/get to know some of you guys.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir

The Party - Cabin Four

The girl seemed tense, Tobias noted immediately. Of course she seemed tense. He knew he wasn't the most friendly person on camp. Some would even wager he was the farthest he could be from the that, but it could still bother him to see that. Even in people that had only just met him. "It's not," he said, doing his best to dismiss that this would be trouble. He wasn't quite sure why he had even bothered to care about any of this. He didn't know the girl, he wasn't liked by most people in the camp and didn't like most of them. He had no reason to even pretend to care, bu something inside of him was forcing him to want to help out the new camper. Maybe he just wanted a chance to leave an impression before she got to talk to anyone else.

Or before she passed by or someone pointed out the cabin with the painted black windows and said the child of death lived there. That one was entirely his fault though.

He began to move toward the cabin he assumed she belonged to, almost smiling when she confirmed it. At least he was still decent at making educated guesses. He bit his tongue, fighting the urge to say anything that would give her the wrong (or even worse; right) impression of him. The silence was admittedly awkward. Him leisurely strolling toward her cabin while he could hear her still struggling behind him. 'Should've grabbed more,' he chastised himself.

'Ah', he mouthed when she spilled her name, reminding him that he hadn't bothered to introduce himself in any fashion. He blew a puff of air out of his nose, mulling over her name, particularly her surname. It was an old Scandinavian name before the English got a hold of it. For a moment, he was almost excited to have another person from his homeland. "Tobias Grímsdóttir," he offered out, slowing to a stop before the quiet cabin of Demeter. Omitting his lineage was for the best, he figured. Unless she asked, she didn't need to know who dear old dad was. He stepped to the edge of the porch and brought down her suitcase, planting the wheels down onto the wooden boards. "Call me whatever you please though. I'm not picky." He half smiled, stepping to the side from her suitcase and turning to face her. "Anyway, uh, this is it. Cabin four. I think you're the only living here, so that probably makes you the cabin's counselor. Whatever that means."

He decided that for the moment he'd wait and see if she needed anything else.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir

Outside Cabin Nine

He stared blankly at her, not openly showing how dumbfounded he was at that very moment. Here she was, fresh to camp, a bonafide demigod, and she didn't even know who Hermes was? Huh. "Hermes. Messenger of the gods. Patron of thieves. Trickster. Kind of a prick. Guides people to the underworld. His children share his sticky hands and penchant for thievery." He rolled off in a way that one would read the Sunday paper. Uninspired, flat; he'd seem bored and neutral if it weren't for the furrowed brow and tightly crossed arms.

"I'll help you though," he added, softening his words slightly, his shoulders relaxing and sinking slightly. He looked from her down to the baggage and back to her, suddenly wondering how it is that she managed to get her bags this far. Maybe she didn't need help carrying things, but she didn't exactly look like most of the campers around them. She seemed softer. Weaker in a way. She hadn't been molded by years of being around other demigods which Tobias would've considered more of a blessing than a curse.

"Who's kid are you?" He asked, lowering his arms and dropping down for a moment to lift up one of her suitcases. He gripped the handle and held flung his arm over his shoulder letting the suitcase rest on his back. It'd be easier than trying to drag it along the ground. Though it was heavy. Exceedingly so. He showed up to Half-Blood with a half-empty dufflebag and the clothes on his back. He always had a spartan mindset about traveling. If you were to look around his cabin now, you'd doubt he could have ever been described as Spartan. "I'm gonna take a guess that you're one of the Demeter, Hectate or Iris kids. You're giving off the flowerchild vibe."

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir

Cabin Eighteen - Outside Cabin Nine

The door creaked shut behind her, the rush of air taking the life of the candle with her, leaving the demigod in darkness. Tobias laid there silently, waiting and listening to the steps of the blind girl as she moved out onto his porch and then left for good. He waited, letting nearly half an hour pass to be sure that she was truly, without a doubt, gone. He lifted himself up from his bed and turned, planting his feet onto the floor of the cabin. Unlike some of the other cabins, his only had a single large room. Whoever built it probably knew the type of guy that Thanatos tended to be. One child. Any more and, as they're so wont to do, they'd kill eachother. Perhaps that's why his cabin was the way it was. Sharing it with a sibling would probably drive one of them to madness.

He then pushed off of the bed and stepped into the center of his room, kicking a few half-read and likely forever abandoned books to the side. If he hadn't finished a book in a single sitting, it usually meant it wasn't worth his time to finish it. As he stood there, surveying his room that, despite his eyes best efforts, was still to dark for him to make out much more than silhouettes. From beyond his cabin walls, he could hear the bass of music, no doubt from the party the blind girl had mentioned. The party the blind girl had invited him to. "Maybe I'll see you there," he muttered, repeating the blind girl. "Forget you're bloody blind?"

Tobias shifted around his apartment, from his latest liqour supply, to a pile of cups he was sort of sure he had recently washed, and then back to his bed were he sat on the edge; sipping from a chipped glass, the burn of whiskey helping him feel a bit more alive. The burning in the back of his throat tended to be particularly good at that. He drank and finished his glass, scowling at it before refilling it and returning to the amber liquid with more ferocity than before. He was going to at least need a buzz for where he was going. He hated parties.

Almost as much as he hated leaving camp sober. So he had a third glass.

He turned off his stereo, cutting the static white noise that he hadn't noticed until it was gone. Tobias made his rounds through his cabin, grabbing a change of clothes and slipping into a pair of black boots, blue jeans, a black t-shirt, black leather driving gloves, and a bomber jacket with a fur collar. With a flask in his jacket pocket and a near dead android smartphone with a pair of earbuds coiled around them in the opposite pocket and a recently slimmed down faux-leather wallet in his back pocket, he was ready to leave.

He kept a cautious distance from the party which had spread beyond the Hephaestus cabin and was likely soon to consume all of the neighboring cabins. Tobias couldn't help but be a bit thrilled that his cabin was so far away from hers. He wouldn't have even approached, let alone stop if he hadn't seen something unusual. A face he didn't recognize, and he was familiar with all of the faces in camp even if he wasn't on speaking terms with most of them, had put down a load of baggage at the edge of the crowd and was beginning to wander in while maintaining the appearance of a frightened animal.

He jogged toward her belongings, calling after her as he reached them. "Hey, newbie, don't leave your shit around for the Hermes kids to get into," he said, stopping by her stuff and folding his arms. On his first day several years back he had found a hornets nest in one of his bags, courtesy of a Hermes kid that disappeared a few years back. "You need help or are you just abandoning this?"

Supers: A Superpower RP

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I have now experienced true sadness.
If you come back, you'e welcome to return.
Wish you the best.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Syleste Astrea Nioré & Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir

Cabin Eighteen

Globs of black paint dribbled to the floor as Tobias jerked his head in a half head-bang to the thrashing of guitars and the pounding of drums that ripped out of his speakers with ferocity that would rival Zeus's lightning. The raven-haired demigod of death slapped his paintbrush against the nearest window, slathering a layer of black across it before dragging the brush back. He began singing the words in a harsh, guttural voice as he rolled out the little Finnish that he did know, singing Rauta. The music shook the window and, if it weren't for years of abuse to his ears, would have threatened to deafen him. "Iske," he'd emphasize, dragging the brush along noticeably harder than before.

The gentle feeling of the blades of grass brushing over the souls of her feet caused her soft pink lips to turn up into a warm and sweet smile, seeming to light up the pink haired girls features brightly as she continued to walk through the grassy knoll that was lain out between the cabins as a comfortable place where the demigods could both relax and interact with one another- not that there was anyone there who wanted to speak with her at the moment... the sound of familiar voices and other noises filling her ears and causing her to tilt her head slightly as she tried to make out who was around her; the sound of Colts voice coming from somewhere beside her as he happily spoke with some of the other campers, the sound of the door of Erin's cabin slamming shut could be heard coming from close by as well… the sound of strange and loud music blaring out from somewhere just ahead of her…

Bringing her hands together in front of her body as she took pause in her step for but a moment, Syleste once more began to follow her ears, her brows furrowing slightly underneath the blue material that covered her eyes from sight as the beating of the music grew louder and louder with every step; gently biting down on her lower lip and reaching out as she grew closer, she waited until she could feel the all too familiar roughness of wood under her palm before she took the steps up onto the porch, her hand leaving the railing before moving around and in front of her body so that she could search out for the door that led inside, the young demigoddess hesitating for only a brief moment before gathering up the courage to knock, the soft sound of her rapping against the wood seemingly lost under the sound of the music blaring from within.

Tobias stepped back to admire his handiwork, one of the final windows now slathered in a final layer of black that did a brilliant job at keep the light out, though the now black windows did something that wasn't exactly thrilling. They absorbed enough heat to raise the temperature of the room by a balmy six or seven degrees, leaving Toby to do what he usually did when no one was around. Strip down to a pair of, now paint-splattered, jeans with the waist band of his boxers just barely sticking out. The boxers were optional.

The song rolled to an end and for a moment there was a silence that filed the cabin, amplified by the added layering of the paint over the windows. Tobias had always hated these moments. They were the times when his room was the loudest. Silence was deafening. But there was a sound, one that he had not heard for years. A sound so unfamiliar, he had to give it a moment to recognize it. A knock? "Yah," he said aloud, his thick Scandinavian accent slipping out for a moment, caught off guard by the chance appearance of a guest. When he didn't hear anything and the next song began to play, drowning out a second wave of knocks, he scowled.

Tobias swiftly moved toward his stereo and cut it off before turning and gliding over to the door, dancing around the bucket of paint sitting by it before yanking the chair out from behind the door and ripping it open. Only to be greeted by the girl that he had mentally referred to as 'Cotton Candy'. He would've said something smart, but he had never interacted with the girl before. So he went with a default. "What do you want?" He asked, bluntly letting the words fall out of his mouth.

Jumping slightly on the spot as she heard the sudden whoosh of the door being ripped open in front of her, she pressed both of her hands closer into her stomach, her fingers nervously playing with one another as the sound of a voice she didn’t know too well hit her ears- Tobias… she’d only been able to speak to him in passing, and only a few times at that; he was someone that most of the campers she knew avoided interacting with, though she had never really understood just why that was, that simple fact leading her to making the choice of making a point at getting to know him if she ever managed to get the chance to do just that. Blushing lightly in slight embarrassment at being spoken to so bluntly, she dropped her head down, the action causing her long and wavy bubblegum pink locks to fall down over her shoulders before framing her face sweetly.

“Uh… s-sorry Toby… I heard your music while I was walking back to my cabin…” Hunching her shoulders over slightly as she kept her head lowered and slightly out of sight, she shifted awkwardly over the place she stood on his cabin porch, the girl not having realized earlier that she might have been interrupting him when she had knocked, “..I haven’t heard anything like it before... so I was curious… I’m sorry if I disturbed you; I can go if you want me to…”

He stared her up and down, holding back snarling at her. No one came to visit. When they did, it was because they needed him to do something. So what was it that pinky here wanted? A new seeing eye-dog, the next best carpenter to a Hephaestus kid, alcohol, someone to sew back together something, or something else entirely? She blushed and that truly made him scowl. Women only blushed around him when they wanted something and, unlike the others, she wouldn't be able to give him something in return. He was about to tell her to fuck right off, when she spoke.

He hesitated. A music complaint? He wouldn't turn it down, but he'd recognize the complaint and wear it with some pride. But before he could mouth off, she beat him to the punch, saying she was curious. His brow furrowed and he chewed on his lip, mulling over what to say and whether or not to take her up on the offer to tell her to buzz off. "Having you leave is an option? Then, consider it taken." He said, turning his back to her and moving back into his cabin. He returned to his stereo and turned it back on, nudging the volume down just a tad before returning to his paintbrush, slathering it in some more paint, and moving on to the next window.

"Hurry up and get in and close the door before you let all the hot air out," he said.

Lifting her head back up as the invitation to join him inside finally registered within her mind, she nodded lightly up and down before she made her way forwards, her hand reaching out so that her fingers could lightly glide over the front of the wooden door, making sure that she had passed it completely before she turned and lifted her other hand up, being sure to close it as quietly as she possibly could so as not to disturb him like she had when she first knocked- the last thing she wanted to do was make him angry, especially after he had gone out of his way to kindly invite her into the warmth of his cabin so that she could listen to the music with him as well.

“Sorry… thank you though; for letting me stay and listen to your music. It’s very different to what I’m used to- Arianna doesn’t normally give me tracks like these…” Turning herself around so that her back was now facing the door, she took just a couple of steps forward before coming to a complete stop, her soft pink lips parting slightly as the strong smell of paint began to fill her nostrils, her arms lifting up from her side and around behind her head before she paused, her fingers hovering only just above the bow of the blue material, “Uh… do you mind if I take my blindfold off..? Or would you rather I leave it on… I know my eyes make some people uncomfortable…”

Tobias didn't attempt to sing along with this song, not knowing a lick of gaulish and not bothering to pretend he did. He hummed along to the now much quieter music, smearing more paint across the window as he did. "You can say if you don't like it, Cotton Candy. You don't have t'pretend," He said, glancing back and noticing the face she was starting to make as she moved her hands to take off the blindfold."You look ridiculous, you know that? Take it off." He said bluntly, returning to his paint bucket and drenching the brush in more paint before moving on to the next window.

"I know you can't see, but if you're really afraid of people seeing your slights, you're coming to the wrong person. I'm not going to pity you because you're blinder than a bat." He paused for a moment and looked toward the bag near his foot. He set the brush down and squatted by the bag, digging through it until he pulled up two cans. He got up and walked over to her slowly, before putting it into her left hand. "I'll only pity you if you sit there with that dumb look on your face and don't enjoy yourself," He said, cracking his own hard cider open and taking a long swig before returning to his little 'art' project.

“Huh..? Oh, no… sorry, it’s just the smell of paint is really strong in here. I haven’t painted mine in a few years; I can feel the paint chipping away from the wall in my room whenever I get up. So… are you redecorating your cabin..?” Not bothering to hesitate any longer in her actions as she took a hold of the bow, her fingers lightly pulled at the knot in the material until the makeshift blindfold came loose before falling down from around her face, her head stooping down only just as she blinked a couple of times, doing her best to get used to no longer having the restriction of the material strapped around her eyes; her smile seeming to grow in brightness at no longer having to hide the most distinct part of her life, her hand slipping it down into the back pocket of her pink denim shorts.

“I usually only wear it when I meet new campers, so that they don’t get freaked out when they see me; or whenever I know that others can’t handle the strange way they look… I’m not stupid; I know that they make people feel uncomfortable…” Lifting her head up so that she was looking up in the direction that she could hear his voice, she let her fingers curl around the can that was offered to her, her opposite hand coming up to rest just underneath it as she held it up against her stomach, her head shaking lightly from side to side, “I’m not afraid to let people see who I really am. I’m not asking for your pity, Toby; you are one of the only ones who doesn’t treat me as though I’m a child. You don’t babysit me, or consider me a burden like the others seem to do…”

Dropping her head down slightly as she paused in her words, she took but a few moments before finally opening up the can that she was holding close to her, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly as she smiled at him once more before lifting it up to take a few sips of the cider, the strong alcoholic beverage causing her cheeks to blush a gentle shade of red.

"Redecorating, sure. Yeah." He said, giving the window a final stroke before dropping the brush into the paint can and turning to survey his now nearly pitch black room. Perfect. He stalked past Syl, his own drink still in hand, and dug around piles of books before pulling out a candle and a match, spending a moment to light the candle before placing in on the nearest table. It added a gentle orange glow over the room and satisfied him enough for the moment. It would make reading a bit harder, but that's what the overhead lights were for anyway. He just wanted to skulk around in his cabin for the time being.

"Don't bother wearing it. It makes you look like you want people to know you for your disability and not for you." He said, sitting down on his bed and taking another swig of the crisp cider that sent a faint tingle down the back of his throat. "Why would I babysit you? If you're that incompetent, you wouldn't have made it here in the first place. You can take care of yourself. I'm not interested in walking you through life."

He chewed his bottom lip, looking her over and taking another swig from his now empty drink. "Though you might want to get someone else to do your makeup. You look like a raccoon fell into a cotton candy machine." He got up and went to find another drink.

Trying not to choke on the mouthful of cider that she had as the mental image of what she believed to be what a raccoon to look like with a large puff of colorful cloud covering its head flashed through her mind, she slowly lowered the can down so that it was once more held in front of her stomach, her cheeks still retaining that soft red glow to them as she tilted her head ever so slightly to the side, her rather dreamy but slightly cloudy gaze dropping away and to the side as she let her mind wander over what it was that he had said about her appearance, her smile faltering ever so slightly the more she lingered on it, “..do I really look that bad..? When Ky’ vie isn’t at camp, Erin usually does my makeup for me- she had a meeting this morning with Mr. D before she had to meet with Logan on the hill; I didn’t want to bother her with little things like my makeup, so I just tried to do it myself…”

Tightening her grip over the can for only a few moments before relaxing once more, she chuckled lightly to herself before she lifted it up to take another drink, though this time noticeably smaller than the last time, “I know that I can’t do everything on my own; makeup is something that I need to learn- the lips are easy, and following the line of my cheekbones for blush is easy too… but blending foundation, doing eye-liner, and putting on eye-shadow is something I’m still working on learning. I can do a lot, but my makeup isn’t a strong suit, that’s for sure…”

"You lost me half-way through that list of makeup," he said over his shoulder before crouching down and riffling through the bag until he found another can of the good stuff and cracked it open, taking a sip before even bothering to stand. He licked his lips and stifled a yawn as he returned to his bed and dropped down onto it, scowling as he felt a few drops of liquid splash out of the can and soak into his pants.

"You," he started, stopping immediately after and pursing his lips together in an 'Ohhhhhh' sort of way. "You don't know what a raccoon looks like. They're little fuzzy critters that have black fur around their eyes like a little mask. But, yeah. Chill out on the makeup." He leaned back into his bed, tilting his head up long enough to take another sip before setting the drink down beside him and taking to staring at the ceiling. A new song began to play, already separating itself from the other tracks. It started soft and slow. Tobias sung along, his voice low, almost a whisper, sometimes trailing behind the song, sometimes coming a bit early.

“..fuzzy little creatures with masks..? Huh…” Biting down on her lower lip softly, she let her unseeing gaze wander over the room around her for a while before she slowly nodded her head in response to the suggestion he was making, her lips turning up into a small though still ever sweet smile as she shifted slightly over the place in which she stood, though never seeming to give any sign that she was going to be moving any time soon- she had always thought that they were small… but the fact that they were furry and wearing masks was something that she hadn’t considered before. It was one of the many animals that she hadn’t had the chance to ‘see’ before; she’d held kittens… puppies… rabbits… she’d been able to pet and be around the horses and pegasi; even managed to get close to a couple of deer thanks to the Nymphs that lived in the forests… but she knew there were still so many out there that she’d never held or touched… that she’d never been able to get a picture of…

Lifting one of her hands up from where it had been resting against the outside of the can, she slipped her fingers back and through her long pink locks, ruffling them slightly before she once more returned her hand back to where it had been resting only moments before, “I’ll do my best to keep that in mind. See if Erin and Ky can teach me some things so that I don’t go around looking like one of the raccoon's with the masks that you mentioned.”

"You do that, girlie." He said, finishing his drink and dropping the can onto the floor by his bed, laying out and closing his eyes. "Just try not to run around telling them I said you look like a raccoon. They don't need any more of a reason to dislike me." He returned to singing along with the song, never raising his voice beyond the whisper, even as the vocals blared.

“I don’t understand why everyone in the camp tries to avoid being around or talking to you, Toby; I mean, it’s not like you’re not a bad guy or anything… and you’re really easy to talk to as well.” Shaking her head lightly from side to side in an attempt to show him just how much she didn’t understand why the others in camp acted that way, a gentle sigh falling out through her soft pink lips as she slid her foot back, hesitating for a few moments until she leant back and pressed her back up against the closest wall, relaxing once again before finally sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the ground, her hand lifting her can up so that she could take another mouthful of the cider.

“Why do people insist on judging others on what they see..? I don’t see anything like they can; and I honestly think that you’re a pretty decent guy... I just-… I just don’t understand…”

"Give it time. You'll figure it out." He sighed out between lines, drumming his fingers on his bed to the song. Despite being the middle of the day, his room was as dark as it would have been during the night and he was beginning to doze off, in spite of the blaring music and the time of day.

"Get out of here," He said, moving his hands up and putting them behind his head and using them as a pillow. "You've been here long enough."

“O-Oh… yes, of course…” Dropping her head down as though she were looking about her person with a slightly flustered look about her, she shifted her body slightly over the ground before she placed the palm of one of her hands down on the ground beside her, pressing into it and lifting herself up from where she had been resting over the floor and against the wall that was stood tall behind her- she had gone and long overstayed her welcome within his cabin, that much was obvious… and now it was time for her to take her leave.

Tightening the grip she had over the almost still full can of cider that she had been sipping on since he had given it to her to have, she lightly brushed down the back of her shorts before she nodded her head lightly to let him know that she had heard and understood that it was time for her to leave; doing her best to follow the same path that she taken to get to where it was that she ended up, she let her feet slowly though confidently lead her back through the cabin and over to the door, her hand pausing on the handle for a moment before she turned her head to glance back over and in the direction that his voice had been coming from.

“Hey Toby..? Ky is throwing a party tonight; you know, to welcome the new camper and all that… if you’re not doing anything later, you should drop by, it’s going to be a really good time. Maybe I’ll see you there.” Smiling brightly towards him once again before she turned herself back to the door, she slowly pulled it open only enough to slip herself through before she disappeared out into the fresh air of the camp, being careful not to spill any of her drink as she quietly and carefully closed the door behind her.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Death rode a pale horse. Tobias rode shotgun in a Toyota Tacoma.

He had been to town earlier that day, taking care of some business he had. He unconciously rubbed his sore legs as he watched the scenery from beyond the passenger's side window slowly become less and less civilised. Tobias offered no words to his driver and his driver didn't expect them. Tobias had already slipped him a twenty and asked him to bring him out of town and that was the only conversation they needed to have. He had told the driver, 'I'll tell you when to stop and that'll be the end of it.'

And Tobias said "Stop," when they were far enough away from town, only near woods and and dirt roads, and the driver stopped. He took his backpack and the two paper bags that he picked up from town and hopped out, closing the door with a jerk of his shoulder. The driver popped it into reverse, turned around and left. "Toodles," Tobi said, not bothering to wave when each hand had a bag in it. He marched into the woods, only pausing for a moment to adjust his hoodie, namely, to pull his hood over his head and then slide his earbuds in and start blasting whatever he was last listeningto. He adjusted his shoulders, trying to get the sweatjacket to fall on him in the right way, feeling a chill from the breeze. He was shirtless after today's little adventure, the shirt he was wearing in tatters back in the town he left. On lower half he wore blue jeans and a pair of scuffed and faded dress shoes, a look that he generally determined to be 'good enough'.

The shirt thing wasn't a particularly big deal to him anyway. He tended to not wear a shirt when he was in his cabin or doing work. Why not show off his tattoos, even if he wasn't nearly as ripped as some of the Ares brats. Around his neck was a sling that extended to a sleeve that was still on his right arm, the sleeve extending down to his wrist, where it ended and the glove that was stitched to it began. He wore the little contraption as a way to make it that much more difficult to accidentally kill someone in a drive by handshake.

Being Edward Scissor Hands without the gigantic blade fingers made life a bit more difficult. People weren't as aware that they should avoid touching his right hand, even if it looked like it just spent the past week in a fire and was now charcoal.

He kept his head low as he walked, watching the ground beneath his feet. He preferred not having to make eye contact with anyone that may try to initiate conversation and it was harder to trip on any roots if he watched his step closely enough. Last thing he needed was to break any of the bottles he was carrying. Every few steps the bottles in the two bags would clank against eachother and, when the wind died down, one could hear the sloshing liquid in his backpack that bounced with every stride. He walked a bit fasted as Thalia came into view, the walk being almost over giving him a touch more pep in his step.

"Hey, girl." he said as he passed by the pine tree, feeling the slight change in the air around him that was half-blood hill. There was always something so noticeable about going into a place mortals and monsters weren't allowed, though he'd be hard pressed to say what it was. Perhaps it was the air that tasted fresher. Perhaps it was a placebo effect.

Tobias made his way first to the big house where Dionysus was probably loafing about and only spent enough time there to put down his bags and fish out two bottles of 3 dollar wine, which he left at the big house's door for the good god. Dio tended to ignore Tobi's unannounced comings and goings as long as he left a little gift, even if it wasn't a particularly good gift.

He moved quickly to cabin eighteen, only pausing for a moment when the cabin came into view to admire his handywork. The windows were almost entirely blacked out now and only really needed a final coat of paint, which was exactly what Tobi had sitting in his backpack. Tobi never moved faster than a brisk walk when there was no need to run and as little as he wanted to even be seen by the other demigods, he had no reason to run.

He walked, keeping his head low, trying not to jostle the bags too much as he walked. Demi-gods tended to love alcohol and he had a lot of it. He reached his cabin with minimal contact with the outside world and kneed open the door, putting his bags down inside before shutting the door and sliding a chair over to block the door.

Tobias leaned down into his bag, pulled out a bottle of cheap wine and removed the bucket of black paint from his backpack. He had work to do.

Supers: A Superpower RP

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[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

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