Vicier

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{Katherine Lance}

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Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: Imani Du Bailey (@Metztli).}

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"..you know... one day you're gonna tug so hard that it comes off..."

Her arms reaching foward as she once more closed the gap that had been created between herself and the daughter of Aphrodite; Katherine's hands came to a rest on the woman's hips. Chest pressing flush against Imani's back. It was a lot to think about- they all had a lot that had been thrown on them, and the skeleton Queen seemed to have caught the brunt of it. Oof... had to suck to be her right then. Features still wiped of all amusement as thoughts of the situation swirled about in her mind; she nevertheless angled her head down. Her warm lips pressing a soft kiss against the girls shoulder... neck... jaw... before finally, she nipped playfully at her earlobe. Giving her sides a gentle squeeze, "..I have crops I need to take care of... unless Aspen's done it."

Trapping her lobe between her teeth, she nibbled on it for a few moments before pulling back. First straightening herself up properly beofore stepping away from her completely. Her hands making their way into the pockets of her jeans as she began off down the stands; turning after a moment or two, and not seeming to care in the least just how reckless it might have been to walk backwards down what was pretty much a flight of steps that was double its normal size, "Ima- do me a favor..."

Pausing, though only long enough for her lips to turn up in the corners; a goofy looking smirk plastering itself over her face, she shot the girl a wink, "..use that pretty little mouth of yours to spread the word. Congratulations, and farewell party tonight. My cabin. Starts when music hits the air."

Barely waiting for a response from the gorgeous creature she'd been cozying up to not even ten minutes earlier, Katherine once again turned her back to the girl. Catching just in time to stop herself from taking a tumble, she instead made the small leap down the last couple of steps. Feet landing with a thud on the ground, kicking up a small bout of dust; she kept going. Slipping through the crowd and out of the arena; following the familiar path that was going to lead her to the fields where, no doubt, she had work waiting, vying for her attention.

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_{Octavia Arellano}

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Location: The Infirmary; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: Kalinda Franklins (@MarshiestMallow), Vivian Lucasta (@metanoia), Zane Blacklight (@Theyra).}

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"I can probably deal with any injured bones, and depending on how much you have hurt everything else... well, we shall see what I can do."

Octavia refrained from rolling her eyes; instead turning her head away from the woman that was speaking. Her dark gaze trailing off and through the infirmary, even as she took a seat on one of the open beds; body curling over enough that her elbows were resting over her knees. She was fussing... again. Honestly, she shouldn't have been surprised; it seemed to be in the nature of the Apollo kids to be overly attentive to those who were in need of medical attention. Whether they wanted it or not. It wasn't the first time that she'd had help forced upon her, and she was pretty sure that it wasn't going to be the last time either. And it wasn't as though she could just ignore the dull pain that ached through her back forever... Bloody Talon and his stupid little hissy fit...

Narrowing her eyes, attention caught by the sudden appearance of Apollo children bustling in through the doors, carrying what she knew to be one of their own, Octavia sat herself up a little straighter. A slight wince crossing over her features as she watched them pass her by; making their way to a bed not too far from where she was positioned. The envoy quickly followed by the lone son of Hecate as he no doubt made to see whether the girl was doing okay or not. Seriously... Hecate's kids were nearly as attentive as Apollo's. And while it wasn't exactly a bad thing, not in the least, still she had to wonder just when the name of Zeus they'd managed to get so many medics in the camp.

"I'm sorry,"

"Hey, I saw you get brought in, and I wanted to know if you were okay. I may not be a child of Apollo, but I can heal whatever caused you to be brought here."

Holding up her hand, the good one, in order to stop Kalinda in her tracks, Octavia motioned lightly over to the duo with her chin, "..go. Check that your sister is alright. Family comes first; besides... does it look like I'm goin' anywhere..? The answer is no. You have my word I'll be here when you get back."

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{Brandon Murphy & Ky' vie Morgan}

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Location: Hephaestus Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
^{Interacting With: Each other.}

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Ten minutes indeed. The son of Ares made quick work of his shower and threw some basketball shorts on, taking his towel with him as he sped off out of the Ares cabin, hearing one of his siblings complaining about leaving the door open. He didn't care too much, he was on a mission, of sorts. Brandon used the towel he had lain over his shoulder to dry off his hair as he wrapped his free hand around the door knob, pushing into the cabin hesitantly. The boy peeked in and saw no one was in there, slipping in and shutting the door behind him.

"Hey gorgeous, where you at?"

"..in here."

Head on a light tilt as she used the towel to scrunch at her hair, drying it off as best as she could for the moment, Ky' vie found herself distracted as she stared down at the various blueprints and schematics that she had covering the surface of her desk. Her mind stuck on-... Well, she wasn't exactly sure just what it was stuck on at this point. There was so much fucking going on at once; so much that they all needed to process, that it was more than a little hard to focus on any one thing in particular. She wasn't sure that distracting herself with her work, or her side projects was going to help too much, but hell, it was worth a damn try wasn't it..? At least, it couldn't hurt... worst that could happen was she got a little too into her own thoughts that she fucked something up, and had to make a new part to replace the one she'd screwed.

A light frown crossing over her lips, her body lowering until she was seated in her desk chair; she lowered the towel until it was resting over her lap. A single hand reaching out to brush aside some of the plans she'd been working on the night before; stopping only when she came to the ones that she was currently looking for. Her steely eyes gliding over the design- the tweaks in her calculations; they eventually drew across to the project in question. The perfect replica of the Colt Paterson eighteen thirty-six cap and ball had been a bitch to modify; but then, it didn't help that she wasn't particularly familiar with firearms. Fire... yes. Gun..? Not so much. But she was willing to give it a go, and it wasn't as though she was short on inspiration.

Her gaze flicked away from the revolver and over to one of the shelves housing her pop culture memorabilia- Supernatural being a stable in her showcase.

Returning her attention to the project in front of her, she gave a quick toss of her towel off to the side. Not particularly caring where it landed as she reached into her desk draw. And pulling out a decent sized wooden box, she placed it beside her. Legs crossing under the desk as she opened it up; clearly getting ready to begin her work.

Brandon's head whipped towards the direction of her voice, walking over to find her with his typical stupid grin plastered to his face. It wasn't until Bran noticed the schematics and blueprints spread out over her desk that she was so clearly focused on -- not him -- that he realized this wasn't going to be what he thought, though he remained hopeful even still. Stepping up till he was standing directly behind her, Brandon placed his hands on her shoulders with a firm grip, massaging her shoulder muscles with his thumbs as he spoke.

"So, what exactly are we looking at here?" The young man's lips pressed together in a fine line, his brows furrowing a bit. "And how exactly is it going to be a better offer than our usual? Mm?"

Oh, by the Gods his hands could work wonders...

Closing her eyes as his fingers began working at the muscles in her shoulders, already relaxed by the shower she'd had, Ky' vie's attention was pulled away from her work. Her naturally pouted lips parting at the seam as she let herself be taken by the action- enjoying his touch for a few moments, and not showing any sign that she was going to answer his question, let alone that she'd even heard it, until her hand rose from the desk. Her eyes opening, slowly, she trapped his chin between her fingers for the third time so far that day. Her hold easily broken, though despite that, she turned his head. Happy for him to continue massaging her as she drew his attention to the revolver she had laying on the side of her desk.

He could feel her relax more and more in his grip, chuckling softly. The few moments passing in silence only proved to him that he seemed to have her right where he wanted, leaning around to ask her sarcastically if she was alright when her hand caught his jaw. Something about the gesture itself always caused Brandon to come to a full-stop. He loved it. Bran let her turn him into the direction she wanted, looking over at the revolver on the desk. Had it been sitting there that entire time?

Brandon raised an eyebrow at the thing, continuing to massage her shoulders. "You... brought a gun into Camp Half-Blood?" Bran slowly came to a halt, now leaning over a bit so he could get a better look at Ky' vie's face. "Not planning to shoot up the camp with that thing, are you? Wouldn't be very effective. I'd suggest a rifle with a large mag, sweetheart," he said with a smirk.

"..I made it." Turning her head, gaze flicking up to meet with his, Ky met and held his gaze, "..and the stygian iron bullets to go with it..."

Brandon's attention was brought back to the revolver, both his brows raising as a smile teased at the corners of his lips. "Really? He pulled his hands from their resting position on Ky' vie's shoulders and transferred them to the gun, picking up the revolver to inspect it. The boy was careful to keep his finger clear from the trigger and had the gun pointed off in the opposite direction of the both of them as he handled it.

The finish on the metal was was gorgeous. Bran inspected the top of the barrel a bit closer, being sure that the barrel wasn't out of alignment at all, nodding his head as he looked it over. He popped the cylinder off to the side, seeing there were no bullets loaded into it, he turned the revolver around to inspect the rifling. Brandon flipped it back around and whipped the cylinder closed, checking to be sure there was no extensive gap between the forcing cone and the cylinders.

Cocking the hammer, Brandon placed fingers on either side of the cylinder and attempted to wiggle it a bit but it didn't give. He pulled the trigger and let the hammer back down but kept his finger on the trigger, checking for any movement a second time. The boy knew the more wiggle there was the looser the revolver would be and the more likely it would be that the alignment could be out of time with the barrel. Pulling his attention away from the gun a moment, he gave Ky' vie a huge grin of approval.

"Holy shit, Morgan. Nice work."

"..take a look at these..." His words of praise causing her heart to flutter lightly, Ky reached into the wooden box that she'd pulled out from her desk. Taking a few moments, retrieving a couple of the bullets that she made, she twisted over the seat. Waiting until he was holding his hand up before she dropped them into his palm, "..I cast them this morning. This is straight from the fires of my forge. Pure stygian iron, and engraved accordingly so that they're easier to tell them apart from regular ammo; not that I'd ever cast regular ammo."

Brandon rolled the bullets around in his palm, looking them over before setting the revolver down, still holding the stygian bullets in his hand. "This is what you've been working on, all this time?"

"..I know it's late, but... happy birthday."

Her words caused Bran's eyes to widen, having nearly dropped the bullets in his sudden excitement, he closed his fist around them and looked down at her. "What? No. No, Ky... babe. Why not keep this for yourself? This is... it's gorgeous. My birthday...? You.." Brandon chuckled softly, a smirk spreading across his face. "You already gave me a birthday present, remember?"

"..the 'gift' I gave you... that was just meant to be a fun little bonus." Hand lifting up, Ky reached out towards him. Her touch soft as she ran her fingers over his closed fist and forearm; she lifted herself out of her desk chair and back onto her feet. Gaze meeting with his, "Really, my goal was to have this done by then, but... some of the smaller pieces took longer to make than I first thought; and I had to file down each bit by hand in order to get the perfect balance and modifications I needed..."

Pausing a moment, she reached out with her free hand, and picking up the revolver, she turned it upside down so that he was able to see his name engraved in the butt of the hilt, "..the engraving was the easiest part, surprisingly."

Brandon looked down at the gun, noticing his name was in fact engraved on the butt of the gun, his eyes pulling back up to hers. This time, his grin nearly reaching his eyes, taking up his fake but very real sounding Irish accent that he knew she loved hearing, "Aye, I'm sure it was, Prencess."

Bran reached over and flipped the lid of the wooden box, dumping the bullets back inside of it before his attention came back around to Ky' vie. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a firm, quick kiss. "Thanks, gorgeous."

Fuck..! That accent... He knew what it did to her; and the shithead had absolutely no issues in using it as a weapon to get exactly what he wanted. Hands making it to his chest; Ky' vie slowly let them trail down his toned body. The tips of her fingers tracing his each and every muscle that she could reach until she was able to tease at the waistband of his shorts. Her dark gaze flicking down to his lips for a brief moment before it they lifted back up to meet with his.

"..stay with me a while..? Please, daddy..?"

Daddy? Hah. Accent works every time. She knew the use of the name worked for him as well, she was playing at her own game to get what she wanted.

A chill ran down the length of his spike at her touch. Brandon smirked a bit as he bit down on his lower lip, his hands wrapping around her waist to pull her in against him, looking down into her eyes. Placing a finger under her chin, his smirk turned into a bit of a mischievous grin.

"Mm, doesn't sound like you want me to stay that badly. Maybe I should go?" Bran started to pull away, backing up towards the door.

"N-No-..." Fingers curling, taking a gentle hold of his waistband, she drew herself back in. Her body pressing flush against his as she shook her head lightly from side to side. Gaze locked with his, and a soft, almost pleading tone hitting her voice, "Please, daddy..? Please stay with me..."

Yes. There it was.

The son of Ares sighed heavily, almost sounding like a growl as he looked Ky' vie over before him, meeting her gaze once more with the same grin plastered across his face. Bran chuckled softly, his fingers teased at the strap of the singlet she wore a moment before reaching down to pick her up in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Just for her, he took up the accent again and winked at her. "For you, Prencess, anytheng."

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{Samuel Owen Mercer}

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Location: Obstacle Tower -> The Cabins - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
^{Interacting With: Niesha Stevenson (@MarshiestMallow).}

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"Well... I mean... you could try. Ain't gunna end well for the poor bugger that does though."

A frown crossing over his lips, losing his train of thought to the mere image of someone trying to drag Erin out of camp and through the barrier that kept them safe, Samuel's gaze wandered away from the red-haired beauty that he was currently mid conversation with. Her words mixed with his ADHD causing his mind to send him off on a dusty back road off a shittily maintained side road off the long ass cross-country drive that was this tangent. Seriously, he was pretty sure it a small army could try and force the daughter of Hades to go on this quest for this pigeon; but even then, she'd probably have them running scared. Standing on her porch with the furball in her arms, petting it like some maniacle evil genious. Gods... he really needed to convince Corona to take a day off so they could binge watch Phineus and Ferb together.

Distracted, clearly so, as he nodded his head towards the conclusion he'd somehow managed to come to in such a roundabout way that even he wasn't aware of, it was a few moments later that his attention was drawn back to Neisha standing beside him. Watching him with those gorgeous blue eyes of her. Blinking; once... twice... a third time for good measure, the ball eventually dropped, and his mind snapped back to the current conversation. At least he *hoped* it was the current situation, though he honestly couldn't be sure right now.

"Right..! Time to feed the cat..!"

Arm reaching out, Samuel draped it over Neisha's shoulder. His free hand slipping down and into the pocket of his brown leather jacket as he pulled her just that little bit closer against his body; keeping her shorter - at least when compared to him - stature under consideration as he kept pace at her side. Leading her towards the cabins, and in particular, the one that he was currently sharing with his cousins - both blood, and adopted - while his girlfriend was back home with her family, "To cabin nine..! By the way..."

Pausing, he turned his head. Bringing his bright blues down to meet with hers; shoulders giving a light shrug, "..you know I don't have a cat, right..?"

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

<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.

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@Dark Cloud

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

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Dark Cloud; she's been just a tad pre-occupied o:

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Dark Cloud; Ky's gunna be back at her cabin soon, I'll have her check on the cat then x'3

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{Brandon Murphy & Ky' vie Morgan}

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

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"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."

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{Erin Chase}

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —


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).}

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"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.

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𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

_{⦓ 𝐼𝓉𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃 ⦔}

Non lo sto facendo, cazzo:

I'm not fucking doing this.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{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).}

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"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.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{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.}

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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..."

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𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

_{⦓ 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽 ⦔}

Merde:

Shit.

Oui:

Yes.

S'il vous plaît, pouvons-nous y aller:

Please, can we go.

Tu vas bien, luv:

Are you okay, luv.

Elle est de la famille:

She's family.