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In ♆ đ™Ŋ𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hi! Is this still open? If so, do you guys have any posting schedule or deadlines in place?


Haii..! Welcome..!

Half-Blood is always accepting new campers to join in..! The more the merrier, hun.
As for posting schedules and deadlines... unless it's really out of control, like haven't posted in weeks or something like that- something that holds up an interaction and we can't find a solution to fix it; I don't particularly like to put that type of pressure on my roleplayers. You never know what's going on in a persons life, after all, and I've made it very clear to our little demigod family that real life comes first. :'3
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Location: Hades Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Elias Schneider (@Metztli), Greyson Davies & Tyler Rumancek (@Moro), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), and Spencer McNight (@Zenritch).



There were so many voices... so many opinions.

The talking polluting the air of the normally serene atmosphere of her cabin; it barely came across as communication. Bickering... jabs... sarcasm... Everyone there was speaking words, but to her, it was just coming across as nothing more than white noise. She could barely hear the sound of her own thoughts over it. It was far more overwhelming than she'd like to admit; and all too soon, as her breathing hitched, becoming a little quicker than it had been, she found herself just wanting to tune it all out. To shut it off- to just ignore everything that was going on around her; but they weren't going to let that happen. Any of them. They'd all made that more than clear; hell, it was, after all, the reason they were all occupying space in her living room. A place that hadn't seen this many guests in... well, ever.

Entertaining; it just-... it wasn't her thing... not anymore. Unfortunately, this particular group had missed those days by quite a bit.

Four years ago, and maybe they would have had better luck...

"Have you heard of systematic desensitization? If you're not comfortable jumping to Italy right away, then don't. In fact, it might be the better call since we don't know if we'll be walking right into a trap if we head there right away. Instead, we could start from my old home in Wales and then make the drive to Italy. If all goes well, we could get there in half a day, anyway. Besides, you aren't the only one who's due for a homecoming."

"Oh yeah, mate? Yau gonna throw a party for the threi of us, then? I'm quit' overdju' to sei my family, as well. I don't' really car' for the way yau're bossing her araund either. Why don't' yau giv' her the chanc' to talk, or even think, for Zeus's sak'. This is her quest', I'd suggest' yau keip that' in mind, son."

Great... there they went again. Dropping her head, Erin once more stared down into her tea; her fingers curling a little tighter around the outside of the mug. Trying her best to ignore the back and forth going on between her cousin and the eldest son of Thanatos. One moment-... One moment of peace; even if just to give her a moment to think. Was that really too much to ask..? Clearly. Shutting her eyes, Erin's brows furrowed together; and all too soon she felt herself fighting the urge to shed anymore tears. Though she was simply fighting a losing battle on all fronts, and a few tears escaped to roll silently down her cheeks, her cousin's words drew back into focus.

"Erin, this unfortchunately falls on yau, luv. As he said befor', we're all her' for yau.. that' doesn't' mean yau hav' to tak' every one of us in her' with yau. Yau hav' the pick of the litter, cous. Yau are going to hav' to think abaut' this and choos' wisely. This quest' is going to neid to be completed with the utmost' car', as will picking aut' yaur mates to go with yau."

Think... was that a joke..? And choose..? She had to choose who went with her... Grip tightening even further, the tea held within the mug began to tremble lightly along with her arms. How was that at all fair..? Expecting her to willingly put the people saw every day- people she, whether liking to admit it or not, cared about in the path of danger, and all in order to save her own ass. Her stomach - empty, thank Gods - lurched. It made her sick just to so much as think about, let alone think about actually having to set her own pride aside long enough to admit that, despite everything, she really did need their help.

"From what I could understand from Greyson, I agree. This is Erin's quest, but it's not a normal one. Someone's behind the curtains and pulling the strings to make this happen. It's best to be prepared for anything that comes our way. Starting in Wales may be a good idea, but driving isn't. We already have our regularly scheduled monsters to worry about once we leave the barrier, but we don't know who's framing Erin or what they may be planning to stop us. Driving at the very least leaves you as a target."

Her heart sunk, and Dorian's words only served to make her feel worse. If he went with her and something happened to him-...

..she'd never be able to forgive herself...

"Erin, we believe in you. Even if you don't believe in yourself, believe in us. In everyone here at camp who is willing to help you. You are strong. You can do this."

Lost in the labyrinth of thoughts plaguing her mind, it was only when she felt the tender touch of someones hand upon her shoulder that she was drawn back to the present. Her lips parting at the seams as her head raised up. Her dark eyes drawing up the familiar figure before her until, finally, her eyes were met by the kindness and concern filled gaze of Kyrin. And just like that; he had her attention.

"You're not going to die. Whoever you choose to go with you will not let you die. You're not allowed to die, okay?"

She swallowed. Hard. Or at least, she tried to anyway. 'Die'. She heard his words- knew what they meant; but that was the only one that repeated over and over in her mind. If she failed this, or if she just rolled over and gave up without even trying, she was going to die. Her stomach gave another lurch, and this time, it was worse. Reaching out with her mug, shoving it back towards Tyler, though not bothering to even so much as check to see whether or not he had it before she let go, Erin rose to her feet, "..I just-... I think I need a moment... I'm sorry..."

Her opposite hand lifting, the side of her knuckle pressing to her mouth as she slipped her way past Kyrin and the others in the room; Erin's free hand reached for the banister once she'd reached the stairs. Taking them two at a time. Though once she'd reached the landing, she didn't stop. There were just so many voices... so many opinions being thrown at, and around her; how was she expected to make any choices..? It was fine for them; most of them had done this sort of thing before, but, she hadn't. She wasn't like them. In theory it might have been simple, but there was just so much more to it than that; it was far more complicated, and she just couldn't bring herself to jump head-first into something like this. She needed a moment alone. A few minutes to just... think.

Barely registering what she was doing, her mind continued to dwell on her own thoughts of doom and gloom as she rounded into her quiet bedroom, it was as though she was on auto-pilot. Her feet moving on their own accord, carrying her across the room and towards the darkest corner. And just like that, she was gone. Her figure passing through the shadows and out of sight.
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Location: The Infirmary - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Kalinda Franklins (@MarshiestMallow), Vivian Lucasta (@metanoia), Zane Blacklight (@Theyra), and Arthur Keller (@Zenritch).



"Here. Watch the fuzzy tube sock, she'll just get in the way."

Watch over the wha-..? A frown crossing her strong features; the question had barely managed to form in her mind before a creature was dumped in her lap, and Kalinda's back was turned. Tensing, the action only serving to make the pain she was already enduring to become worse, even if for a few brief moments, Octavia turned her gaze down to the animal she'd so suddenly found herself in possession of. The fuzzy tube wriggling around; contorting itself into strange angles, and she couldn't help but be reminded of a cat. Hell, she'd seen her brother's dog twist itself around and fall asleep in the weirdest of angles- angles she herself wasn't sure she'd ever seen before. Honestly, she didn't see how it could have been comfortable.

Hand drawing across to the furball, she took a firm though still gentle hold of the back back of its neck - much like she'd done with some of the cats she'd interacted with over the years - and lifted it up. Not fussed one iota by the reaction that she was getting from the animal. What the fuck was she supposed to do with it..? Did they... do anything..? Her free arm lifting up, fingers curling; she curiously poked at the ferrets underbelly with the tip of her pointer.

"I've got her Zane, but perhaps you could see what you can do for Octavia? Make sure she hasn't strangled the fuzzball."

"Okay, Kalinda, I will let you deal with your sister."

The sound of her name being spoken, however, catching her attention; causing her to once again lower the living tubesock back down to her lap as she turned her gaze towards the sorce of the noise. And with her green eyes closely following the approaching figure, she gave Zane a respectful nod of her head in greeting. Really... she wasn't sure she'd ever get used to the way that the Hecate and some of the Apollo children could almost instantly heal wounds as though they were nothing. Injuries that would take days... weeks- hell, months even... healed in a mere few minutes. And as the pain she'd felt coarsing through her arm and her back slipped away, Octavia lifted her once bad hand up. Her eyes following it. Watching on as she twisted it slowly, her fingers curling and uncurling as though to make sure that the what he said was true; that she was, indeed, better. It was fucking astounding. They were truly talented individuals, she'd give them that.

"Though might I ask how you got hurt?"

"..my brother let his anger and the competition get to him. I had no choice but to deal with the situation, so I tackled him off the tower." Lowering her hand back down to her side; resting it and the other on the bed she was sat on, Octavia returned her attention back to the man that she was speaking with though as another voice interjected, her normally stoic features cracked. Lips turning up at the corners into a small smirk, and she gave a light shrug of her shoulders. Her gaze flicking across to meet with that of her favorite son of Selene.

"Are you doing fine yourself, Octavia? I was watching you all earlier and that was a pretty nasty fall. It was pretty ballsy on your part but you can't keep doing stuff like that or else you're going to be getting acquainted with the medics more than what you'd prefer."

"The medics in this camp are easily worried, and overly attentive. However..." Pausing a moment, she brought her gaze back to Zane. Once more giving him a nod of her head as she slipped forward; getting off of the bed and back to her feet. The ferret that had been left in her charge having scaled the length of her torso to instead perch upon her shoulder, "..for that they have my gratitude." Arms lifting, Octavia folded them over her chest, her shoulder lightly nudging against Arthur's, "Admit it though... you enjoy watching my little stunts."
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Location: Hades Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Elias Schneider (@Metztli), Greyson Davies & Tyler Rumancek (@Moro), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), and Spencer McNight (@Zenritch).



The couch in the living room of the Hades cabin had seen many years; many seasons of use. Nevertheless, it was well maintained. The charcole sectional the perfect addition to the already dark and mood driven atmosphere in the room which was like a place straight out of time; a place to rest without consequence. It was a sanctuary- her sactuary. A place where she was safe enough that she was able to simply relax; to recharge and to forget about all the things the world was demanding needed to be done.

Giving off the air that she wasn't particularly even really aware of her own surroundings, even as her cousin led her further into her cabin, it was just staight up pure natural instict that, as Erin's figure fell lightly down into her place on the sofa, she reached forward and towards the coffee table. Her fingers brushing over the hard cover of the first edition novel resting there from the night previous, it was only after they'd curled over the spine that she began to pull it closer, eventually drawing it into her lap. The alluring scent of orange, mango, papaya, and other fruits mixed with the unmistakable aroma of lemongrass hitting her, as strong as if the mug itself was being held right up and under her nose; Erin's dark gaze was lured towards the figure that she'd been speaking to not moments beforehand.

Tyler...

The smallest shadow of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, it didn't last however, and leaving the book to rest on her lap, she reached out to instead wrap her palms around the mug that was being offered. It was warm... so, so warm. And almost instantly, she began to feel a little better than she had been. She wasn't even sure when it was that she'd gotten in the habit, but to her... tea was the fix for everything. It was soothing- comforting. Like a hot, raging fire on a cold winders night; and the very moment she brought the rim of the mug to her lips and took a sip, the warmth spread quickly through her like a wildfire through a forest suffering from a drought. And the taste-... A little more life making its way back to her eyes, she let them fall to the mug as she lowered it too down to her lap. It was like a citrus mimosa, just without the alcohol- this had to have been the tea that she'd found and then rather promptly ordered online in order to add it to her already exstensive collection. It wasn't bad...

"Tell us about what the oracle said to you when you're ready. We're here for you no matter what."

Attention drawing up as the sound of Spencer's voice hit her ears once more, Erin's lips drew to a slight part. Her dark iris' slowly trailing through the room, moving from figure to figure, and only lingering on each for a brief second or two at a time before moving on; only then truly taking notice of just how many people had come running in order to make sure that she was okay. Why though..? Some she could understand, but others..? It wasn't as though she was the most welcoming, or the most pleasant of company to keep; but they were here. Greyson... Dorian... Spencer... Elias... Tyler... With the exception of one who just came swinging into her life like fucking Miley Cyrus on a damn wrecking ball, she'd let them all past her wall in one way or another. And now they were there; it didn't seem as though they were ever going to let her forget it...

Trapping her lower lip between her teeth, her attention turning back up so that her gaze once more met with Spencer, Erin hesitated. She didn't want this- didn't want all this fuss made on her behalf, but... she also didn't exactly want to die either. She just-... Asking for help; admitting that she might actually need it... it was one of the hardest things she ever had to do. Letting her gaze fall, bringing it back to the tea she had in her hands; Erin let her thumb brush anxiously back and forth over the surface of the dark grey mug. Clearly hesitant, even as she spoke. Her voice soft and full of the vulnerablility she normally kept hidden.

".. 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..? ..."

Falling silent for a few moments, Erin eventually lifted her head back up. Her eyes once more flicking back and forth between the others that filled her cabin. Really, she was surprised that there weren't more people crowding her in her time of distress. Those she considered to be quest-happy demigods had managed to restrain themselves, and honestly, she was fucking grateful for it. The last thing she needed was for the camp as an entirety to see her in one of her weakest moments, "..Europe- Italy... if I do decide to go and chase down this stupid fucking pigion, I'm not only going to have to leave camp, but I'm going to have to go all the way back to my family's homeland... I mean, I've been there before; ho famiglia lÃŦ, but that's not the point..!"

Sighing heavily, head dropping, she once more stared into the tea she held. Silent for a few moments before her voice fell from her lips again. Head shaking lightly, "..non credo di poterlo fare..."



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Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I am extremely sleepy and tired right now.



I love her..! She's gunna make an awesome addition to the camp..!
Feel free to pop her across into the character tab, and to post whenever you're ready..! :'3
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Location: The Big House => The Cabins - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Elias Schneider (@Metztli), Greyson Davies & Tyler Rumancek (@Moro), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), and Spencer McNight (@Zenritch).



"Erin, wait up!"

"..n-no..!"

Shaking her head, quickly, Erin pressed on. Pushing herself just that little bit faster as she hurried away from the Big House, and the freak of a redhead that lived in the attic. The ranga bitch was worse than vermin; and she had her doubts that even an exterminator could rid them of the pest that had sent Gods knew how many people straight into the face of danger. For what end though, she didn't know. What she did know, however, was that she didn't want to stop. What was the point in doing that..? It just defeated the whole purpose of what she was actually trying to achieve, which, at that very moment, was to keep going on the path she was currently travelling on. Distance was all that mattered. Putting one foot in front of the other was the only sure way to escape to the safety that came with her cabin. Hell, if there was a way for her to escape responsibility altogether, she'd fucking take it. Though... she was pretty sure that her current persuers wouldn't allow that to happen...

..stupid meddling assholes... they were worse than Scooby-Doo...

Stopped dead in her tracks mid-step, the gentle warmth of another's hand taking hold of hers enough to catch hold of her attention, Erin turned it back and over her shoulder. Her long locks of dark hair whipping across as she drew her gaze up to meet with that of the man that had managed to catch up. Her darkly painted lips parting ever slightly from one another; her eyes continued to glisten with tears that had both fallen and were left unshed. Leaving her glad, only slightly, that she'd long ago switched to water-proof mascara. The last thing she needed was to look anymore pathetic and weak in front of them than she already did. It was already killing her to know that they saw her in such a vulnerable state, but... why..? Why couldn't they just understand..? All she wanted to do was disappear... She'd seen that dark place- she'd been there before, and now, all she wanted was to greet it again in peace. To not have such a big circus made out of the fact that, for her, it was the end. She'd always known anyway that she was destined to be alone... what was the difference if she was left alone in that dark place that not only robbed you of all your senses, but that also replaced it with paralizing fear..?

Hell... that place was an old friend for her...

"..S-Spence..."

"I don't know what that oracle told you, but are you really just going to give up like that? Accept death like it's a minor inconvenience that you can't escape from?"

"..I-..." But her words were cut short before she'd even had the chance to really get them out. His own words drawing across and drowning out her soft voice; and the longer he went on, the worse she felt. Her heart sinking in her chest; guilt riddled her from the core out. Clawing at her insides, and the fresh onslaught of tears that overflowed just couldn't seemed to be helped. He was calling her out... and-... As the very sound of her full name being used, mixed with a tone that was so full of determination- so full of conviction, Erin dropped her head. Her eyes shutting tightly as she looked away. She wasn't like him- she wasn't like any of them. They were all so strong... so how could he claim that she was, when it was more than clear that she wasn't..? That at any moment, she felt like her knees were going to give way, and she was going to collapse in on herself. She'd known from the begginning that it would break her... that all this was just too good to be true...

"They thought you were weak and easy to pin the blame on... in fact they are probably betting you would fail, give up, go sit in a corner and die like you're doing right now in order to sweep the mess they've gotten themselves in under the rug. So do yourself a favor... go on this quest and prove them that it is a grave mistake to bet against a daughter of the underworld."

"..I-... I-I'm not-..."

"He's right, Erin. You're not alone. Not anymore. You have us, and we will help you."

Lifting her head back up Kyrin's voice hit her ears, drawing for her attention, she met her gaze to his. She wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what he'd see. The fear- the absolute terror sitting quietly just behind her eyes; slowly taking its time to erode away more and more of the woman she used to be. The one she'd been so open and honest with him about... the one he understood. And it was like he was reading her mind before the thoughts even had time to form in her own conscience.

"It's okay to be afraid."

It was okay to be afraid... Yeah... she was afraid. For the love of Zeus; she was downright scared shitless. It had the normally steady beat of her heart surpassing the natural beat; and the fear itself was doing strange things to her. She herself, was shutting down, in the worst of ways and she knew that; but the fear... the fear had her awake. Alert and on edge, and in a place she'd never wanted to go back to ever again. It was taunting her, and it would just continue to do so until, in one way or another, the whole situation came to a head, "..I-I don't want to die..."

Hand slipping from Spencer's hold, confussion adding to the already vast mix of emotions that were playing out both mentally and physically with her rather susceptible state, Erin's attention was drawn up. Her dark eyes following the familiar line of her cousin's figure; her darkly painted lips parting slightly at the seam as she met and held his gaze. And for once, she didn't bother to hide the fact that she might have been happy, even if the tiniest bit, to see him- she couldn't bring herself to do it. She just... didn't have the energy, "..Grey..."

"Sorry guys, but I really must insist on agreeing with Kyrin. It's prob'ly best we go somewhere private to talk. This out-in-the-open business is only going to make matters worse for her. Just the few of us is enough,"

The nudge, however gentle it was, was enough to get her feet moving underneath her; though his steady arm resting heavily over her shoulders for support - whether hers or his own, she wasn't sure - had her continuing over the path that led the remainder of the way back to her cabin. Movement catching in the corner of her eye, however, had her attention falling away as she glanced to her side. Noting now that, as the group continued to move, it seemed to also grow as Elias' figure had appeared among the escort she'd managed to pick up. Her stomach twisted sickeningly as her mind drew back to her very first day in the camp. The similarities were astounding- hell... Greyson had been apart of that envoy too... when she'd been handed over to the demigods at the boarder...

"Come on, Erin. Let's get you back to your cabin, love."

Gods, she felt sick...

Hand lifting, pure muscle memory at this point as her mind continued to dwell on memories she'd rather leave burried deep and locked away, Erin was the first, aside from her cousin to cross the threshold. The door left wide for the others as she shuffled towards the lounge. Letting her gaze wander for a moment, it was the soft though familiar bubbling of her kettle drawing to a boil that had her looking towards the kitchen, and the familiar figure that stood in it. Once more being bugged by her cat, however, as Salem caught wind that his owner had returned, the feline dropped silently from the counter. Rather quickly closing the gap between them before rubbing it's face against the side of her leg; moving then onto the others that she'd brought with her with curiosity.

"..I-... w-we have guests... many... guests..."
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Okay.... last character (besides by part-time Satyr that I'll be bringing in soon!). @Vicier ..



..you already know this answer...

Pop him across..! The Heph girls need their big teddy of a brother <3
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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).



"..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.


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).



"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."
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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.



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."
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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).



"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..?"
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