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<Snipped quote by Dark Cloud>

So I hate doing this but I need to focus on doing my best for the roleplays I take part in or run, so I'm dropping out for now. I need to lessen the amount of balancing I do for my mental health so I can enjoy posting.

You all are great and I hope the best for you, if I ever free up my schedule in the future I'll keep an eye out for your respective interest checks or take a look back here.

:D


It's okay, honey. You don't have to apologise for choosing the right path for you. We wish you luck in all your roleplay endevours; and may your characters always have the best of adventures..!

It's sad to see you go, but you know that we're always here :'3
@Dark Cloud; she's been just a tad pre-occupied o:
@Dark Cloud; Ky's gunna be back at her cabin soon, I'll have her check on the cat then x'3



Brandon Murphy & Ky' vie Morgan

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Location: Obstacle Tower -> The Cabins - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Each other.





"The Queen of Darkness is at it again," Brandon smirked, shaking his head. Even if she hadn't done the deed, girl deserved it. Especially for sending her hounds after him all the damn time.

With everyone huddled up in their little groups chatting about the news the gods had delivered, it was a bit too crowded for the son of Ares, pushing his way through the crowd till he was clear of the small mob of campers. For fucks sake, who actually cared about the goth girl this much? And why? Brandon rolled his eyes, stopping a little ways away from the stands to look down at his shirt. It was caked with dirt and a bit of blood. As much as the son of Ares loved showing off just how dirty he could get in training, he really didn't care to go from one activity to another looking as he did now. A shower was most definitely in order before he moved over to the arena where he'd planned to train with his throwing knives some more. The dark-haired boy set off towards the Ares cabin to first handle his current priority.

The whole situation was just... fucked.

A heavy sigh passing out through her lips, watching the retreating figures that belonged to both Octavia and Kalinda as they headed off toward the infirmary for a brief spell longer; Ky' vie lifted her hand up from down at her side. The pads of her fingers pressing firmly into her skin as she took the moment to simply rub at her face. Ignoring the blood, that wasn't her own, as it smudged across her strong features. First real day of summer, and already it was a complete and utter shit show. Like you couldn't get any worse of a sign- a foreshadowing of what the rest of the summer, and for the majority that were full-timers, the remainder of the year, had in store. Already she had regrets about getting out of bed that morning.

Movement catching in the corner of her eye, causing her to turn her head and glance over in that general direction, her steely gaze fell on the familiar figure she'd been giving such a hard time to earlier; though, they both knew it wasn't malicious. At least... it hadn't been at that moment, anyway. The back and forth between that played between them from the very moment they'd met was just natural. That spark of rivalry; animosity. Though it was rarely ever without a hint of affection and, not that it was a secret, but... flirtation. Fuck; he did her head in at times.

Rolling her eyes first, a light shake of her head causing her lips to spawn even the smallest of smirks, Ky lightly placed her hand on Isaura's shoulder. Giving the girl a quick nod before they both went their separate ways. The ice Queen heading away and towards her cabin, while she instead, picked her pace up to a light jog. Her hand reaching out to grab hold of Brandon's shoulder as she caught up to him, "Oi, shithead. Wait up."

As the young man walked he grabbed the ends of his shirt and tugged the raggedy thing up over his head, slinging it over his shoulder. Off ahead of him some distance he could see the Athena girl with her dog, rolling his eyes at the back of her head. Little shit, he thought to himself. Talon should have given it to her. Octavia always had to ruin all the fun when it came to her brothers. Speaking of whom, he could see his favorite sister walking off towards the infirmary with Kalinda. Seemed pretty banged up. He wouldn't make a big deal of it, but he made a mental note to check in on his sis later on in the day.

A gentle hand on his shoulder followed by a familiar voice pulled Bran's attention from his sister, turning to catch the daughter of Hephaestus joining him. He smirked and looked down upon her, "What's the matter, Princess.. having trouble keeping up, mm?" He chuckled softly, a charming grin plastered to his face.

"What happened back there, you were at the top. Just can't help yourself.. too busy watching the real action," he winked at her, turning his attention to where he was walking as he moved out of the way of a tree he nearly ran into, smirking at his own actions. 'Karma,' he thought to himself.

"Well, ya know... when your sister decides she'd rather base jump than destroy the competition; I get kinda curious."

Hand slipping from where she'd had it resting over his shoulder; she fell rather quickly into step at his side. Arms swinging- swaying gently and in time with the back and forth motion of her hips. Her smirk only growing further as she watched him dodge the tree he'd been heading towards, "And don't even think for one minute that I can't keep up with your ass. On the field, the obstacle course, in the forge, quest numbers, mind games; hell, even in Call of Duty. How many times do I have to school you before it finally sinks into that thick head of yours..? I'm just better than you. In every way."

Turning her head, even slightly, Ky shot a wink in his direction.

Brandon raised his hands up, shrugging his shoulders, ”Hey hey, I wasn’t saying anything about not being good. Was just making a jab at your lower altitude, sweetheart. No need to go for the kill shot every time.” Bran shot a look at her, chuckling and shaking his head slightly.

”Besides, you’re definitely not better than me at CoD. I’m the King, baby!”

"Oh, you're the King alright. A stubborn, angry little man who gets nothing of importance done." Stepping ahead of him, body turning to face his as she took to walking backwards in front of him, Ky's arms swung back. Hands clasping behind her as she leant forward. Her tongue slipping out from between her bright red lips; another wink was shared between them before she twisted back around. Now choosing to openly walk ahead of him instead, "Queens are the real power behind a Kingdom."

Brandon had to momentarily stop to allow her ahead, his smirk growing wider. He couldn’t help but giving the girl a once... no, a twice over, now that she was straight in front of him, his eyes lingering in different areas of Ky’ vie’s body.

”Mm.. not a huge fan of speed bumps in my path, Princess.” Ky’ vie sticking her tongue out at him made him laugh, shaking his head as he spoke in a low voice, only loud enough for her to hear. ”Best keep that tongue in your mouth.. next time I see it, I’ll bite it.” His eyes fell down to her butt as she walked in front of him, rolling his eyes at her words before he took some extended steps to walk right beside her again. The volume of his voice had returned to normal as he continued to go back and forth with Hephaestus’ daughter.

”Mm, I don’t think so. Women didn’t even have any real power till the 20’s, sweetheart. Men held the power, as they should.”

"Oh, please..." Rolling her eyes, her head shaking, Ky' vie turned her head. Once more bringing her attention back to him, "Men only believe they're in charge. Take the words of Margaret Thatcher... 'In politics, if you want anything said, ask a man. If you want anything done, ask a woman.'. Men throughout history have just proven to be complete idiots. Over and over again. And, as usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot."

Chuckling softly, her eyes trained on his, she gave a light shrug of her shoulders, "Helen of Troy... Cleopatra... Susan B. Anthony... Marie Curie... Elizabeth I... Joan of Arc... Florence Nightingale... Jane Austin- all great women of history. Women who's power changed the world. And all before men thought they came up with the idea to 'give' women power. Seriously... we've always had it. We just let you believe you do; just to keep the peace..."

Brandon rolled his eyes and shook his head, listening to her go on about women of power. Of course he knew who they were, it was just funny to get Ky' vie Morgan going on a tangent. The boy stretched an arm above his head, the other covering a fake yawn. Dropping one arm, the other held up with his hand clapping his fingers together, the pads of his fingers giving her the encore she so clearly needed. Blah blah blah.

The son of Ares gave a bit of a smirk, scrunching his nose at her. "ANYWAYS.. where are you headed, beautiful?"

Her features scrunching up, there was no hesitation as she brought her fist around. Connecting it with some force against his shoulder.

"You're such an ass." Shaking her head, looking away from him, and for the first time, casting a glance around to see just where they were in relation to their respective cabins, Ky' vie allowed her arms to fall once more to her sides. Motioning lazily with one in the direction they were currently walking, "This way, currently. But then, ultimately, still tryin' to decide. Depends, really..."

Bran laughed when she socked him, shoving her arm away as it retreated away from his own. He wouldn't let on to just how much force she had behind her blows. Not that the hit she just made on him had hurt at all, it was more of an annoyance than anything.. but he knew she could really pack a punch if she truly wanted to. He flashed her a cheeky grin.

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

Ky' vie pointed off ahead of them, and for whatever reason Bran followed it and rolled his eyes as she mentioned she was heading where he was. Corner eyeing her, "Well I'm heading back to my place to take a shower. Gonna head to the Arena to train a little bit after... can't go lookin all gruff in front of the ladies on the first day of summer, you know?" Bran stuck his tongue out, biting it as he winked at her playfully.

Sticking her neck out slightly, she nipped playfully in his direction, chuckling as she threw his words right back at him, "Best keep that tongue in your mouth.. next time I see it, I’ll bite it."

Once more breaking ahead of him, stepping in front of him, this time however, Ky' vie came to a complete stop. Her hands reaching out and touch gentle despite the normal rough-housing that two got into every now and then, she took hold of his wrists. Her gaze flicking up to meet with his own, "What if I told you... I had something better to offer..?" Biting down on her lower lip, head drawing to a tilt, she stepped closer to him. Her chest brushing up against his as she entwined their fingers; locking them together, "Something... fun... and that I know you're just going to love..."

The use of his own words against him had him grinning wide, shaking his head at her. His brow furrowed slightly when she stepped in front of him, nearly about to step around her to continue on his path until he felt her grab hold of his wrists. He was trapped there. She was cute and all, and they had fun together, but seriously. He already had his day planned out. What did this girl want from him?

Her words caught his attention, raising an eyebrow with a bit of a head tilt. As she pushed closer, their chests brushing against one another, Bran took a glance down before returning his gaze to hers. Then the hand holding. Ugh. He pushed through it, smirking at her. "What could possibly be more fun than showing off in front of a bunch of girls.. hmm? Unless you mean fun, I highly doubt anything's gonna beat it, sweetheart." While talking, Bran very casually pulled his hands away from hers, putting them instead on her upper arms, still holding her gaze.

His hands leaving hers; Ky didn't let it bother her as she instead brought her touch to his bare chest. Fingers curling teasingly over his skin, "I've been workin' on somethin'... very special... just for you..." She wasn't stupid. She knew how to play his little game... which buttons to press in order to get out of him exactly what she wanted. It was a hidden talent that not many in the camp had manage to obtain, let alone perfect. Gaze flicking down from his, it lingered a moment on his lips before she once more lifted her eyes to meet with his own, "..if you're man enough... why don't you stop by my cabin an' see what I'm really capable of, baby..? I'm not holding back..."

Her hands on his chest excited him just a little, paired with her words. Something special.. just for him, huh? Okay, she definitely had his full attention. He noticed her subtle glance at his lips, smiling a bit as he took a quick look at her own, watching her talk.

"Hoh hoh hoh. 'Man enough', huh? I see how it is." His eyes flickered back up to her own, narrowing them at her playfully as he leaned in, brushing her hair back behind her ear so he could whisper into it, "Better watch that tone of yours.. it's gonna get you into trouble, Princess," he spoke in almost a growl, nipping at her earlobe teasingly as he stepped around her, heading towards his cabin once more to go shower as he'd intended before.

The warmth of his breath flowing over her skin- his teeth grazing her earlobe... it sent a shiver down her spine, and she bit her lip. Her head turning, following his movement from over her shoulder as he brushed past her.

"See you in ten... trouble."



Erin Chase

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Location: The Big House; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Greyson Davies (@Moro), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), Adeline Vos (Vicier), and Spencer McNight (@Zenritch).





"Erin."

Her boots pounding over the ground; Erin couldn't breathe... It felt as though someone was choking her. A feeling she had all too much experience with, and her hand involuntarily lifted to her throat, almost desperate to make sure there was nothing restricting the flow of air. Her heart was racing- pounding hard, over and over again against her rib cage, and all she wanted to do was hide. To curl up in a ball... to just wait for someone who was going to save her; but that wasn't an option for her. It never had been. She was alone; always alone. There was no one really, even now, that she could rely on-...

No.

That was a lie.

There were people she could rely on- people who had, and fuck knew how, managed to weasel their way into her life. Each creating cracks in her hard exterior only to then stake claim in her stone-cold heart. People who put up with her bad attitude- her bullshit. People who were able to look past all her downsides, and who were still willing to accept her in all her broken and fractured glory. It was fucking annoying; and yet, it still managed to astound her. She didn't want friends. She didn't think she needed them- and yet there they were. But that was just it... the root of the problem. They were there. Despite everything. And damn them all to the depths of Tartarus - one for the second time in his lifespan - it was because of that fact that she couldn't bring herself to do it. That she would never ask them for help... She'd rather die than put them in harms way.

Hell... truth was... she'd rather die than leave the camp...

Body coming into contact with something that was both hard and soft at the same time, Erin lifted her head. Her dark, damp gaze lifting to meet the eyes of the figure that she'd ran directly into without meaning it. Dorian. A choked sob forced its way up her throat, and once again she felt the tears she'd been shedding in Dionysus' office running down her cheeks. He was here. He was really here- she could touch him.

Hands pressed against his chest, her fingers curled lightly over his top; Erin's lower lip trembled as she made to speak. The sound of anothers voice beating her to the preverbial punch, however, causing her to jump. Her eyes shutting for a moment; though rather quickly the realization of who the voice actually belonged to began to settle in her mind, and she turned her head to look up at the second figure to appear at her side in only mere seconds. Spencer... he was here too..?

"So, what did the Oracle tell you, Erin? Whatever it is, I'm in. No buts."

"..S-Spence-..."

"You have us."

Flinching at the feeling of a hand laying, even as gently as it was, over her shoulder, Erin shirked away from it. From the three of them. Her dark gaze flicking back and forth between the (now) three figures. Kyrin... and over his shoulder-... Greyson..? Adeline..? Legs twitching, she fought the impulse to run. To whip herself around and once again begin the sprint back to the safety and comfort of her cabin. Back to the peace that came with that isolation. But she had a feeling, she wasn't going to get that anytime soon. Not now... and not for a while to come. Not until she either managed to get over her fears and prove her innocence, or until Ares showed her a small bit of mercy and let her die.

Either option was unappealing.

"Do you want to go back to the cabin?"

"..I'm not doing this..."

The words soft, tumbling from her lips before she could even really think on them, not that she was thinking along any other lines right now, Erin shook her head lightly. Her feet, unsteady underneath her, carrying her back step by step; the shaking of her head gradually became bigger. Her fingers curling over at her sides; the tips of her well-maintained and pointed nails digging lightly into her palms, "..I-I'm not-..."

Turning away from the group that had accumilated around her, Erin turned her attention back to the Big House. Her dark gaze trained on the window that looked into the attic space, "Non lo sto facendo, cazzo..!? He can have me..!?"

Breathing rapid, the oxygen flooding in and out of her lungs causing her chest to rise and fall heavily, she brought her attention back to those around her. The almost paralyzing fear behind her eyes more than evident; she lifted her hands up in defeat. Her steps growing in pace, carrying her further back from the lot of them as she made to continue her path towards her cabin, "..I'm done... I want no part in any of this... when time is up; Ares knows where he can find me. I'm not going anywhere..."

Turning away from them completely, stumbling slightly as she did so, Erin's pace was slightly rushed as she made to head back to her cabin.








Octavia Arellano

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Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Kalinda Franklins (@MarshiestMallow), Elias Schneider (@Metztli), Browyn Rae Knowles (@Moro).





"Octavia, let Kalinda heal you."

Furious- having allowed her anger to consume her worse than she had in the longest of times, her older brother's voice cut through the chaos and straight to her ears. And it was a few moments later that she was ripping her figure out from hold of the two girls trying their best to keep her under control. Causing both of them to take a step back; their hands lifting in clear sign that they were backing up and that neither particularly wanted anymore trouble to be caused. The clashing coolness and heat radiating from their palms hitting her front and back, and only served to force a shiver to go crawling out over the surface of her skin. She wanted to yell- but she bit her tongue. Between her brothers, the girls interferance, and the sudden announcement of her father accusing someone she knew personally of something she was far from capable of doing; it was just all to much.

Fingers curling, hand balling into a fist down at her side, Octavia swept her opposite arm out and around at her side. Using it to push the daughter of Apollo back and out of the striking zone before she herself turned. The crunch that sounded, filling the air, almost sickening as her knuckles collided hard with the inanimate object that was currently closest to her. The stone stands. The smallest of cracks appearing at the point of impact; it was tainted. The deep crimson slowly trickling down over her fingers and the stone, eventually dribbling into droplets which fell to the ground at her feet. It was blind rage- stupid. She knew that. But as the pain of what she assumed were at least bruised, and at worst, fractured and broken knuckles filtered through her mind, drowning out the pure rage she'd been in, she was pretty sure that even Elias would understand why she'd done it; that he might even agree with her method. They both knew it could have ended far worse than it had.

"..fine."

Arm falling, resting once more at her side, her gaze lingering on the stone a moment or two longer; she flicked it across first towards her brother, meeting his stare before she turned completely. Standing herself tall as she brought herself face to face with Kalinda. Her dark eyes hard- strong as they bore down into the other womans, "..infirmary then... correct..?"

Stepping back, once... twice- much like she had done when she'd been on top of the tower, Octavia turned her back to the both of them. Her dirty, though non-bloodied hand reaching out to clasp Browyn's shoulder; she gave it a light squeeze as she passed the girl by. People moving back to give her a bit of a wide birth in the moment as she made her way out of the arena. Following the all too familiar path through the camp that led towards the infirmary where she'd be sat down and lectured about her recklessness - again - by the children of Apollo, all the while being treated for injuries she'd managed to sustaine.

Such a perfect fucking day this was turning out to be.



Adeline Vos & Greyson Davies

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Location: Obstacle Tower -> The Big House - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), Spencer McNight (@Zenritch), Erin Chase (Vicier), and each other.





Greyson listened as the outpour of arguments were shouted out amongst the crowd, nodding in agreement with each and every one of them. The son of Poseidon had all the respect in the world for Chiron, and even Mr. D at times even though he could never remember anyone's names right, even more so now with how downtrodden they looked at having to deal such news to the campers knowing full-well how angry they'd all be. The worry and stress on Chiron's face made Greyson feel a bit guilty, not personally but for the camp as a whole. He didn't deserve everyone being angry with him. Can't shoot the messenger.

Leaning down to get close to Addie, he whispered gently, "Addie, luv, would you like to get out of here and maybe try to find Erin..? I've heard enough of this. I'd like to go check up on her. I can't imagine she's gonna be happy about having to leave."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing... it was just-... just-...

"..merde..."

The word slipping out, softly, from between her lips without even so much as a thought to it; Adeline was barely aware that she'd spoken her thoughts aloud, let alone that anyone could have possibly heard the swear that fell into the air. It just-... It was just too hard to believe that Erin would do such a thing; that she was capable of stealing a Goddess' symbol. Sure she could be a big meanie at times, but she... she had a good heart. Most people in the camp knew it; even if everyone pretended that wasn't the case. Double taking, torn from the commotion and outrage that was going on around them, Adeline's attention was drawn away at the sound of Greyson's voice by her ear; and she lifted her gaze up towards it. Nodding her head lightly in response, "..oui... s'il vous plaît, pouvons-nous y aller..?"

Greyson's eyebrow shot up at Addie's curse, chuckling to himself as he twined his fingers between hers and held firmly as he slowly got up and led the way off the stands, making his way through the small crowd. He made a quick glance over the other campers at his friend Brynn who happened to catch his eye before they disappeared back behind the stands and made their way towards the Big House where Erin no doubt still was.

Once they were a distance away from the noise, Greyson gently squeezed her hand and asked softly as they walked, "Tu vas bien, luv?" He took a look back behind them to see if Brynn had decided to follow, not seeing her running after them, he turned his attention back to their front. His eyes focused on the Big House as they approached, wracking his brain for what he could possibly say to Erin that would even remotely help. He already knew there wasn't anything he could say, but he wished he had. Greyson sighed heavily and turned his eyes onto Addie for the moment.

"..just-... she would never do this, Grey- she could never do this... even I know that..."

Her opposite arm once more crossing over the front of her body, Adeline's hand curled gently around his forearm. Hugging it closer against her as the two of them walked side by side. Each of her steps only the slightest of delays behind his own as once again, she allowed him to take the lead in where they were going; more than happy to just follow on, as long as it meant they were able to spend time together. Even is the situation and topic at hand wasn't the most cheerful they'd ever had the pleasure of discussing, "..sure Erin can be a big meanie, but... she isn't a thief..!"

"She can be somewhat difficult, at times, but I agree. She didn't do this."

Greyson barely noticed they had passed by the cabins, reaching over to press a button on his wristwatch that sent a signal to Sheba. Once it reached her, she would come find him. Like a homing beacon, of sorts. It was pretty rare to see Greyson around camp without his mechanical feline companion, only having left it at the cabin on the chance that he may or may not have partaken in the obstacle tower this morning. He didn't want to have to explain why his mech cat was trying to climb the tower, too. Sheba seemed to have a mind of her own, at times, much like an actual cat.

As they neared the Big House, Greyson could just see Erin out in front. It seemed as though she wasn't alone and they had been beaten to the punch. Greyson's steps slowed till they came to a stop, taking in a deep breath before letting it out in a big huff of a sigh. "Looks like we're not the only ones with the idea of seekin' 'er out."

Greyson's words hitting her ears only helped to confirm what Adeline could already hear. Some of the familiar voices that she usually heard around the camp, though now full of concern and some with anger, had beat them to their target; though with who each one belonged to, she wasn't exactly surprised in the least. It had been made perfectly clear from the outrage today that, despite her cold-hearted disposition toward the camp and the people in it that called the place their home, Erin was more loved and cared for than even she realized.

"..elle est de la famille..."





@Vicier New character. ^^ I'm at your mercy :3



Love him..! Ty is definitely going to make an interesting addition to the camp, that's for sure. You can pop him across with your other characters, love ♡



Erin Chase & Rachel Dare

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Location: The Big House; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), and each other.





She didn't want to do this...

Arms folded, rather nervously, over the front of her body, hands holding onto her elbows; Erin stared up at the ladder that led up and into the attic of the Big House. Clearly not looking forward to... whatever the hell it was that happened whenever someone was sent to see the Oracle. She'd been to the Big House a thousand times over- it was where they held their councillor meetings; where she was forced to go whenever she set her hellhounds loose on an unsuspecting camper, or when she opened up a fissure that would send someone who was pissing her off straight into the pits of Tartarus. Things her father considered to be 'childs play'. But to come here for a quest-..?

Steeling herself for what was about to happen, the side of her pointer finger dashing across the skin under her eyes to quickly rid herself of any tears she had managed to shed during her meeting with Dionysus, she drew in a deep breath. Letting it out, slowly, through her darkly painted lips before she stepped forward, and a little awkwardly began climbing the ladder. Her arm lifting up to push open the door before letting herself through. Hands immediately brushing one another and the front of her skin-tight jeans as she hit solid ground once more. Dark eyes casting a glance around the room; not at all perturbed by the dark atmosphere that currently surrounded her on all sides. On the contrary; it felt comforting.

Hesitating- weary, despite the sense of home the darkness brought to her, Erin's voice was soft as she spoke out, "..hello..?"

"..hello, Erin."

The voice that responded to her through the darkness was soft, though clear enough as it floated through the attic. Leaving a rather cheerful ring in the air as she spoke out, greeting the young demigod into what was, for all intents and purposes, one of her many work spaces and places to relax; Rachel smiled warmly. It wasn't as though she didn't normally get visitors; hell, she had her regulars - Ky' vie Morgan... Greyson Davies... Brandon Murphy... Imogen Parsons... Elias Schneider... the list went on.

"Oh, don't be shy... I don't bite. Well; not unless you want me to..." Her soft chuckle filling the peaked room, head shaking lightly from side to side, Rachel's long orangey-red locks brushed back and forth over the ground beneath her. Her dark eyes opening slowly so that she was able to get her first look at Erin from where she was sat, upside down, over the large cushiony armchair that she'd purchased herself in order to spruce up the place once she'd made the choice to move in full-time, "Please; make yourself at home. Tell Rachel all about what's bothering you."

"..I'm fine here..." What the hell was with this chick..? She was like an overly friendly harpy; though one that was ready to sign you up for a cult if you weren't careful enough to watch what you said around her. Was she like this around everyone..? Or was she being extra creepy just for her..? Erin wasn't sure she wanted to stick around long enough to find out, "..I was sent to see the Oracle..."

"You're looking at her."

Not sure she'd heard right, Erin stared at the woman in front of her- really, she didn't look much older than her half-brother; vastly different to the rumors she'd heard fly about the Oracle being some decrepid mummified corpse, "..you're the Oracle..?" She paused, her dark gaze flicking over the woman for a moment, "..you..?"

Chuckling once more, Rachel twisted her body around in the chair. Straightening herself up first before she folded her legs underneath her, making herself just that little bit more comfortablt for the conversation, "Expecting someone else..?"

"..a corpse..?"

"You're a few years too late for that host body. Sorry to disappoint."

"..you wouldn't be the first to do that..." Shrugging her shoulders lightly, dissmissively, Erin let her gaze trail away from the Oracle and instead, out across the attic; though she wasn't really focussing on anything she saw. There were, however, a hell of a lot of candles... She had to wonder for a moment whether or not Rachel made them herself, or just bulk ordered them in. Shoving the stupid ADHD induced thought aside once it floated through her mind, Erin brought her attention back to the woman in question, "..so you're the one who's supposed to give me this stupid prophecy..?"

"Correct. Are you ready..?"

"..do I really have a choice..?"

The words had barely left her lips before the room around her burst into light. Flames flickering to life over the candles that, now lit, Erin could see seemed to occupy nearly every spare inch of the surfaces in the attic. Rachel's once dark eyes clouded over- the very iris' turning to smoke as a gentle green mist began to filter in from the corners of the room; soon covering the ground so thickly that it was near impossible for Erin to see her own feet anymore.

"W-What the fuc-..?" Not expecting... well, any of what happened. Erin's thoughts had barely any time to form on her lips before she felt herself freeze up. The gentle, though very much unwelcomed, touch of the Oracle's fingers against her cheek causing her attention to draw back around until she was staring into the abyss that was the womans eyes. The voice greeting her coming across as far off- distant... and mixed with what sounded like another as she spoke.

"Six figures, tall, stand strong in the East.
A land of Pisa, pasta, and much art none the least.
While two might find love, one soul shall be taken.
The Ladies dove shall be found, but what vengance will it awaken..?"


A cold shiver ran up the length of her spine, and Erin stumbled to put space between her and the Oracle. What the hell had that been..? Fuck, she loved horror movies more than most; but that didn't mean she wanted to be apart of one..! Screw this shit. Ares could have her; she wanted no part in any of this crap. Nothing was worth this.

Staring at the woman a few brief moments longer, Erin turned her back. Not bothering to say a word, either of thanks or otherwise, as she hurriedly descended down the ladder and back to the second floor of the Big House. The sound of the attic door closing barely registering in her mind as she was already on the move. Feet carrying her quickly across the landing and down the stairs in an effort to put as much space between her and the freak upstairs as she could; she didn't even seem to notice that she'd brushed past a familiar figure waiting for her as she rushed out of the house and into the fresh air of the camp.
@Vicier @MarshiestMallow @Moro Here is my first character! :)



She's so fucking adorable; I love her..! x'D
Vivie is accepted - pop her across into the character tab, and feel free to post when you're ready, hun :'3
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