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Fandom Camp Half-Blood RP

Vianca sighs. "I don't enjoy people angry." She feels Chikiki slip the bracelet back on her wrist and Vianca pets her owl fondly. "You are the best, Dru-bear."
 
"You say that I am the best a lot but are you sure about that? I am pretty morally grey and the only thing I have done for you is save you from that lightning strike and make you an owl."
 
"More than anyone has done for me in the past." She mutters. "My life has been rather barren, and every sparkly thing is like water in a desert. Few and far between." Does she realize she is saying this? I don't know. I'm tired. And I want chocolate. But that is what is going through her head so that is what she says.


@Drumonkey
 
"Interesting, that would explain a lot about your personality. Don't worry about it though I am going to be a random oasis." Dru chuckled and patted her head.
 
"C-Call Nicanor?" Luke didn't know if he could. He knew about a barrier around Camp Halfblood, but Camp Jupiter? He wasn't sure. "Alright, I'll try again." He gripped the sword again, eyes a little concerned. He'd only accidentally summoned Nicanor once, and that was when he was attacked by the hydra. Could he successfully do it on purpose? "Come on, buddy. Answer me." He raised his weapon to the sky, using his lightning to disperse the clouds. Thunder rolled through the skies and a huge creature with an eagle's head and a lion's hind end flew toward them. "HIT THE DECK!" Luke dropped to the ground.


@Quiet Is Violent
 
"I will not in fact stop you but I will encourage you to keep talking. Feel free to tell me about yourself." Dru smiled and leaned back so that he was laying in the ground. @Quiet Is Violent
 
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Oras shook his head, knocking a practice arrow, standing up and turning to face the door. He aimed his bow, pulling back his arrow before loosing it at the door. It connected with the door with a resounding thud. Oras smiled to himself, knocking another arrow and loosing that one too.
 
The griffon swooped down, flying above them just enough for his claws to brush through their hair before landing ten feet away. "H-Hey, bud." Luke got up, glad that he still had all of his hair. "Thanks for coming." Slowly, he bowed to the creature, its steely gaze meeting his own. "Alexa, come on."


@Quiet Is Violent
 
Alexa stands. "What. Why are you bowing?" She looks over the magnificent creature. Hm. Could have taken Alexa with him, now could he. Bitterness, go the fuck away. This is a griffin. Be happy.


@Yuuki Kuran
 
Luke shrugged. "It's respect. If you ever face a God, make sure you do that." He didn't know how he knew that much. "I mean, you know, those old movies with kings and queens and stuff? It makes sense." He straightened up and reached his hand out to stroke his beak. "Go ahead and get on his back."


@Quiet Is Violent
 
Alexa shrugged and gets on the mystical thing's back. "So this is what saved you?" She asks, petting the feathers. She doesn't truly believe Luke's story, after all, it is a bit... extreme.


@Yuuki Kuran
 
As Luke climbed on in front of his sister, he nodded. "Twice. Once, when our lovely stepmother dearest threw me off a cliff for being her husband's illegitimate child and second, when a hydra attacked Mom and I at her office." He had a bitter taste in his mouth at the mention of the Queen. "Come on, Nica. Let's go!" The griffin shook his ruffled head and screeched, piercing Luke's eardrums as he started running, raising his wings and taking off into the sky.


@Quiet Is Violent
 
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@DuskerTem Oras sighed, shooting these arrows was boring and definitely wasn't good for the door. He sighed, moving to the door and opening it, walking outside, squinting slightly so his eyes adjusted to the light.
 
Vianca smiles. "Well, what do you want to know? I like to think that I'm a mostly open book." She fiddles nervously with her shirt, knowing that there are certain... chapters of her life that were certainly classified.


@Drumonkey
 
Anton was too hyper by this time in the day. Too early, yet he was too pumped. So took out his sword and headed to practice with his sword. It would help calm him down, as crazy as that statement sounded. On his way, he almost bumped into another guy. "Heh. Sorry." It was a good thing he didn't actually bump into him or else he'd see all of those arrows spill. When he got clumsy, things became horrible.


@Baconhands
 
Oras glanced sideways at him. He tilted his head curiously, why was he so hyper? He moved quickly away from the unsheathed blade before he spoke, his accent distinctly Russian, "It's no problem. Just watch where you're going with that blade." He studied him and after a pause he spoke again, "You heading to the training grounds?"
 
Anton nodded at the guy's question. It kind of was obvious since he was holding a sword. "I'm guessing you are as well," he concluded. Though he hoped he was right. He wasn't the smartest and he sure wasn't going to start getting things right soon enough.


@Baconhands
 
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Oras nodded quickly, "Haven't seen you around before." He extended a hand quickly, as was it was courteous to do, after slinging his bow over his left shoulder, "My name's Oras." @DuskerTem
 
That made sense since Anton didn't really belong here as a Roman camper. Besides, he stayed indoors most of the time. "Anton Rocha. Son of Hephaestus. Or the Greek version of Vulcan." He extended his hand. "Nice to meet you Oras."


@Baconhands
 
Oras raised an eyebrow to this distinction but he shrugged it off, shaking his hand once, "Son of Chronos." He glanced at Anton's arm, looking for any kind of tattoo before releasing his hand.


@DuskerTem
 

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