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Early Morning Thievery (1x1 with Nobodyman123)

Hermione smirked. Yeah, a descendant of the "Jack of all trades" god could've been up to anything out here. It was better not to ask.

Hermione turned her attention to the tree as they approached it, trying to be ready for anything. When they spotted the god, she almost stopped in her tracks. When he looked at her, she did. She hadn't yet learned to stand up for herself when meeting a god. And this was the god of war! Not someone she wanted to make mad. Paul kept walking which put him in front of her. She shifted so that she was standing more behind him, and started having second thoughts about coming here.

But Ares just shrugged at her presence and said what he'd come to say. Hermione forced herself to relax. She didn't know what she would've done if he'd demanded obeisance or something, seeing as how she didn't really go in for war. Fortunately, though, he didn't. So she just tried to focus on that and to listen and think about what all this meant for Paul.

He was meeting his father for the first time. That was rough for any kid, and especially rough for demi-gods, in her opinion. Spetsnaz? What was that? It sounded like some kind of spy or something. And it brought to mind Paul's real name, Pavel. Maybe she could ask him about it later.

Suddenly, Paul's new sword was flying toward the god. She jumped. But it wasn't like Paul had thrown it at the god.

Then all of the sudden they were faced with an ominious prophecy. And knowing what Chiron had said about the sword...

Hermione thrust herself forward. "What is THAT supposed to mean? The last one?" she demanded. She even stomped her slippered foot. Then she verbally retreated slightly, "Uhm... Lord Ares?" she tacked on respectfully.

Early Morning Thievery (1x1 with Nobodyman123)

*poor server. Feeds it chicken soup*

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Hermione flinched when he raised the sword. But didn't step back. "Sorry."

When he recognized her she smiled, stepped forward and walked with him.

"I see," she whispered. Then she looked the sword over and smiled. "That's good. It'll do more than give monsters tetnus now, I bet." She smiled teasingly. But then she glanced away, thinking about what Chiron had said about the sword. That 'its wielders didn't have a good fate' or something like that; that it was bad luck. It worried her. But she didn't think she should say anything... he seemed destined to have it. And speaking of weapons... Hermione hadn't brought any. She really hoped nothing was about to happen at this tree. But what could? That was the source of the camp's barrier. So it was where the barrier was strongest of course. If something did happen she would make do somehow. Honestly she was still more worried about the warning that they'd get eaten by "The cleaning harpies" if they snuck out at night. They were blatantly breaking that rule and she expected to be caught at any moment. She kept her ears perked for beating wings. But at the same time, it was rather exciting and she didn't REALLY want to chicken out. Hermes kids of all people lived for this type of clandestine stuff!

"I had to dispose of something," she replied in an undertone, as mysteriously as possible.

Early Morning Thievery (1x1 with Nobodyman123)

Hermione couldn't sleep that night. The excitement of the day should have worn her out but instead she stayed awake, her thoughts taking turns on the various highs and lows of it. Getting Paul claimed by his godly parent had mostly just been an excuse to spend time with him. And a little bit to get into the attic, where she'd always wanted to go. If she'd taken the right item from there she never would've been able to resist bragging to her cabin mates about it. But all she'd taken was the scarf and she wasn't keen to talk about that. In fact... she hadn't even taken it out of any klepto tendency. Some child of Hermes she was. She just took it so that she could dispose of it once and for all, so that no one else ran afoul of it.

Getting to kiss a cute, strong, nice, GREAT guy like Paul should've been one of the highs of the day. But somehow it hadn't been. She fretted about that as she laid in bed, trying to sleep. It had felt good at first, and even like a huge relief to just do it without any inhibitions. But each of them had been controlled by the spell of the scarf. They hadn't chosen to kiss. So it felt wrong because of that. And it hadn't SOLVED anything. Hermione still didn't even know if the guy actually liked her. She told herself there was no reason why he COULDN'T but she still didn't know if he DID.

She kept remembering that kiss! And it confused her too much. What was the reality of their relationship and potential and what was the fantasy of the scarf?

Finally, she got out of bed, retrieved the scarf, and went to the dining pavilion. All of the sudden she was standing there, no matter that (1) it was midnight or that she might get eaten by "the cleaning harpies" for being out after curfew nor that (2) she was traipsing around in flannel pajamas with her blond hair tied in a messy bun and her bangs pinned back in a little poofy bun on the top of her head. At least she'd bothered to put on some flat shoes. Oh well, she didn't intend to get caught. This was just a brief, necessary little errand.

She stared at the fire. This was the fire which all the campers used for sacrificing a portion of their food to the gods. It was always lit and it reflected the mood of the campers when they were all around it. Right now was it reflecting her mood? It just looked like a normal fire. She couldn't tell if it was yellow orange or red.

Holding the scarf in both hands she said to the flames, "Aphrodite... I'm returning this to you because it belongs to you." It was a lame speech but she didn't have much to say to the goddess that was complimentary so she wanted to keep it simple. Gods knew she didn't need that one's attention whether it was good or bad. But she'd felt like just throwing the scarf in here without any explanation would've been insulting. Now, feeling slightly safer about it, she threw it in. She didn't see burn but it disappeared immediately. Then she cringed, afraid the goddess might suddenly appear or something. But fortunately, she did not. Maybe she was busy.

Sighing with relief, Hermione rushed back to her cabin. But on the way she caught sight of another camper. She didn't know who it was at first. But she used her skills to sneak past him and then wait behind a building while he approached. Finally, she realized it was Paul. And that he was armed. What on Earth? While she stood there, surprised, he finished walking past her.

At that point she could've just gone back to bed or continued following him. But instead she stepped onto the path and whispered after him, pitching her voice so that only he'd hear it.

"Paul? Is that you?" And then after a second, What's going on?"

Early Morning Thievery (1x1 with Nobodyman123)

They were reclining outside now, both smelling of sweat and bleach. Hermione had already thoroughly washed her hands, then wiped off some of the sweat. But it hadn't helped much.She felt seriously gross and moody too. This was not a fun way to hang out with a guy she liked. At all. Hermione kneaded her neck and shoulders, trying to massage out the kinks all that work had created.

But she'd still had to do it. When Paul turned to her and thanked her she looked over at him and half-smiled.

"Yeah, well... It was only right. My fault to begin with."

She sighed tiredly and twisted her feet from side to side.She was ready to go, but she didn't quite feel like getting up yet out of laziness. Maybe Paul would give her a hand up in a second.

The Mission for the Legendary Pokemon Rescue (Private)

Gorou was planning on just hanging back. Although he felt like it was his job to protect this mountain... he still didn't like facing people until it was unavoidable. So he sent his pokemon out first. Maybe it would've been better to try to scare them and chase them off... but Gorou hadn't thought that would work this time. So he just told Shiftry and Sawsbuck to intercept the trainer and her pokemon and shoo them off.

But it didn't work like that. He heard the woman call out to Arceus and ignored it. It was weird but he didn't think it meant anything. He was wrong. After his pokemon carried out his directions, Arceus suddenly appeared in the sky! What the heck! He could've run out on to the path, waving his arms, yelling 'Woah woah woah! What is going on?!'

But instead he just calmly walked out and stood in the path. He was a very scruffy man with green hair and stubble. He was dressed kind of like a ranger and was clearly an archer. He had a stocky build and a hard face. First he inclined his head to the Arceus respectfully. Then he looked at the Arcanine and the Zoroark and frowned deeply at their behavior. Finally, he crossed his arms and stared down the trainer, becoming a hopefully imposing threesome with his two pokemon.

"You're trespassing in a nature reserve, girl. I don't care what kind of powerful pokemon you've got working for you. Go back."

WIth a meaty arm he pointed behind the girl and tried to stare her down.

The Mission for the Legendary Pokemon Rescue (Private)

At first no one appeared.

But a breeze picked up, quickly turning into cold gusts. It was no wonder the champion's pokemon were on edge.

Then a wicked looking pokemon stepped out of the trees and passed through the bushes. He moved onto their path and held out two leafy arms. He was brown with shaggy white fur on his face and down his back. He had a long pointed nose and long pointy ears. He was a little short and seemed to hunch as if he was about to spring. He glared at them with black and yellow eyes and gritted his teeth. The breeze gusted from his direction though he didn't appear to be doing much except blocking their path.

He was not alone.

Nearly as soon as he appeared a regal Sawsbuck formed out of the darkness too. He was in his Autumn form, with heavy pink leafage decorating his antlers. He was not glaring, but looked down on the others like he was ready to trample them if they stepped out of line. He too passed in front of the group and moved into position to block their path.

Neither pokemon took matters into their own hands by attacking. But after a moment, the Sawsbuck lowered his head a little and then jutted it up, his way of gesturing behind the group. He waited a second then repeated the gesture and stepped forward with one hoof. The Shiftry made a similar movement with one arm--waving his leaves to shoo them back. Then the breeze picked up again, like it was trying to blow them away too.

For the moment no one and nothing else seemed to be around.

The Mission for the Legendary Pokemon Rescue (Private)

Name: Gorou
Age: 40ish
Profession: Hermit. Used to be a Pokemon Ranger maybe
Info: He dresses like a Xatu but he doesn't have one. I think it probably died. He's kind of a hermit living on a mountain.

Pokemon:
Scolipede - Bug/Poison
Sawsbuck - Normal/Grass
Braviary - Normal/Flying
Dugtrio - Ground
Shiftry - Grass/Dark
Politoed - Water
Probably also has a Scyther, Arbok, Seviper, Gastly, Electabuzz, Spinarak...

Missing Gym Leaders (private)

Maxine huffed and put her hands on her hips. Then, reluctantly, she flipped a Conflagration Badge to her opponent.

He caught it and grinned.

Maxine was happy to see that expression, and some of the irritation at loosing drained out of her. At this stage, some of the trainers that came through here were starting to get arrogant. But this guy was just genuinely happy at his progress. That was always nice to see.

So she grinned back at him finally. "Good job! Thanks for the battle. Now get going!" With exaggerated movements, she pretended like she was going to kick him out the door.

Still smiling, he left with a slight bow.

She shook her head.

Then she went over to her Houndoom, crouched, and revived and healed him. The scary looking dog suddenly leapt to his feet, knocked her onto her butt, and licked her cheek affectionately. It burned slightly. Then his attention shifted and he rushed past her with a warm breeze.

"Hey!" she called after him, reaching. But she dropped her hand when she saw who was standing there.

Blushing at the sight of Oscar, the black haired girl jumped to her feet. Self-consciously, she brushed off her red skort (skirt+shorts in one) and straightened her t-shirt. But she refrained from checking her hair.

"Hello, Oscar," she said, approaching the other trainer. The champion of the region. Her boss. She held out her hand for a handshake.

He called her name and met her halfway across the floor, their two pokemon tagging at his heels until Houndoom joined her again.

But although his manner was nice and gentle, he said he didn't have good news.

That kind of killed her mood.

She stepped closer and placed on hand on the railing, her expression becoming serious.

"What is it?"

Female RPer (Advanced to Casual)

Was there one Iisted above that you're interested in?

The Otaku's Non-Anime 1×1 Search!

Hmm in that case, maybe a zombie RP instead?

I have a:
* medieval swordfighting single mom
* electricity throwing girl who can't touch anyone without shocking them to death -- she would probably not last long in this apocalypse. She'd shock the zombies and get exhausted and it wouldn't kill them.
* chubby college girl with a cat and an RV and a leather gorget she made out of a purse.

They'd all be interesting to RP with I think!