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RumikoOhara
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Goddess & Benevolent Dictator
STATUS: Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference 5 yrs ago
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- Old Guild Username: Rumiko Goddess of Chaos
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Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
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They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes
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Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
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They were and interesting group but one of them was carrying one of those things normally associated with the Grim Reaper; a scythe.
She didn't know exactly what was going on but she did know that she was in the company of others like herself so tagging along even weighted down by her Gossamer Gear Mariposa 60 liter pack which she'd carried through the Bitterroot Mountains last year.
She heard some of them talking among themselves saying such things as; "Yeah! How much do we need?, Wait, American or other?, I don’t see why not. Not like anyone’s policing the group. Come on!, Suit yourself. Don’t blame everyone else for not trusting you when you act like a tetchy dickhead, though. It’s not on them to cater to y-," and the guy with the scythe said; "This is a huge group for a quest, don't you think?"
It seemed a bit strange that she felt this was the time to follow these people whom she'd never met before but as she did she remembered the myths and legends of the Argonauts and all the Demigods; Achilles, Aeneas, Asclepius, Heracles, Minos, Phlegyas, Perseus, Ino, Atalanta, and Helen as well as so many others. Some had formed groups like the Argonauts or some other heroic group and those that went it alone like any loner fought odds with little or no help; she was betting on the idea that a group always stood a better chance; plus she had hoped this wasn't going to be one of those camps for fragile pampered kids.
She didn't know exactly what was going on but she did know that she was in the company of others like herself so tagging along even weighted down by her Gossamer Gear Mariposa 60 liter pack which she'd carried through the Bitterroot Mountains last year.
She heard some of them talking among themselves saying such things as; "Yeah! How much do we need?, Wait, American or other?, I don’t see why not. Not like anyone’s policing the group. Come on!, Suit yourself. Don’t blame everyone else for not trusting you when you act like a tetchy dickhead, though. It’s not on them to cater to y-," and the guy with the scythe said; "This is a huge group for a quest, don't you think?"
It seemed a bit strange that she felt this was the time to follow these people whom she'd never met before but as she did she remembered the myths and legends of the Argonauts and all the Demigods; Achilles, Aeneas, Asclepius, Heracles, Minos, Phlegyas, Perseus, Ino, Atalanta, and Helen as well as so many others. Some had formed groups like the Argonauts or some other heroic group and those that went it alone like any loner fought odds with little or no help; she was betting on the idea that a group always stood a better chance; plus she had hoped this wasn't going to be one of those camps for fragile pampered kids.
Well I placed myself near
Wow I got another post in
As Lily walked the wooded trail she recalled how her dad had tried to delay bringing her here to this place called Camp Halfblood and how she was sure that it was her gran who caused his toilet to become a geyser and she giggled remembering how he’d come out of his room sputtering and demanded she get ready to go. He looked like a survivor of drowning his long blond hair a mess and dripping along with his clothing. Then there was the trip here with him sulking because he couldn’t get his way, something he was so used to receiving. Lucky for her that he calmed and made peace with things so they could have a touching father daughter chat. He was repetitive but he always was when he was emotional; she thought it was because he so often had used her as his anchor when he thought the world was against him and now he couldn’t.
He had played her a song he’d written just for her using the Martin D-41 he’d bought her for her birthday which while a lovely instrument she thought he’d been extravagant as usual when it came to her like her eventing mount Summer’s Dream who’d cost 175,000 and she’d had to spend 5 weeks training so she wouldn’t be riding a jumpy purebreed. The song she had made him promise to put on his next album and as an acoustic saying she knew he’d written it for her and that the song was therefore her’s and she wanted to share it with his fans; it was tough being the only family of a self absorbed rockstar but she knew how to manipulate him so well.
Pausing on her hike Lily looked around herself wondering just how far she’d have to walk before she found the Camp then she saw she was already there or at least near because she saw a group walking near her so she ran to catch up her nearly 50 pound pack and guitar bouncing on her back.
He had played her a song he’d written just for her using the Martin D-41 he’d bought her for her birthday which while a lovely instrument she thought he’d been extravagant as usual when it came to her like her eventing mount Summer’s Dream who’d cost 175,000 and she’d had to spend 5 weeks training so she wouldn’t be riding a jumpy purebreed. The song she had made him promise to put on his next album and as an acoustic saying she knew he’d written it for her and that the song was therefore her’s and she wanted to share it with his fans; it was tough being the only family of a self absorbed rockstar but she knew how to manipulate him so well.
Pausing on her hike Lily looked around herself wondering just how far she’d have to walk before she found the Camp then she saw she was already there or at least near because she saw a group walking near her so she ran to catch up her nearly 50 pound pack and guitar bouncing on her back.
Depending on whether you make your character follow Tony though depends on whether you will follow the camp schedule though if you do then your character will kinda miss the whole rp
Dear me I suppose I'll have to time shuttle to her being nearby when Tony takes the others on a trip otherwise she'll miss it because she's a late arrival
Just me wandering the Wiki and fiddling about
My OCD demanded I fix that link and thank you that isn't the schedule but I will miss the Strawberry picking
Okay I think I fixed the link to the schedule
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