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TOPIC | Percy Jackson RP: A new age
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(Aww! I missed all the adorable good nights! Well, anyways. Good night, demigods)
(Aww! I missed all the adorable good nights! Well, anyways. Good night, demigods)
Ickle, Ockle, Blue Bockle,
Fishes in the sea.
If you want a pretty mate,
please choose me!

SHE/HER
EMBER
((Morning!)
((Morning!)
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(Sure will)

Cooper:

Cooper walked around the camp happily. Everything was finally back in order, and he had never felt more at peace. The camp's activities continued on, as did the demigods that played them.

Cooper had been given command of his cabin for his bravery in the previous adventure of his. Thinking back, Cooper arrived at the mess hall, where he greeted some of his friends.

Michael:

Michael was struggling to fit in with this new "life" of his. He had been put into a house with other demigods who seemed to pay no attention to him at all. Lately he had been keeping to himself, and designing new paper creations.

Deciding that some fresh air would be needed, Michael pulled his paper dragon from his notebook and flew into the skies with it. Even then he wasn't alone. Other demigods had various magical creatures, pegasi with them and they were whizzing around, performing tricks and loops and yelling to one another.

Michael thought to himself of his friends. His only friends at camp were the ones he had joined last year, and a few of the new campers, amongst them that sportsy one Noland. Noland was interesting, he didn't care what other people thought, and mostly did his own thing, which Michael could respect. The two had a mutual respect for one another, laced with a growing friendship.

Noland:

Noland sat in the mess hall, talking to some of his friends. They had just finished a game of soccer, and were discussing the results. Noland argued that his team had won due to an error made by the referee. The other team argued that both sides had had at least one error, and so it didn't count.

Nolan bit into his food and kept on arguing.

(ELSEWHERE)

Tim:

Tim stood before an assemblance of Cyclops, Griffins and various other monsters. His voice covered the entire hall at once. In his voice Tim explained what he wanted from the monsters; their unwavering loyalty. He explained his plans to his army, how he wanted to destroy camp half-blood, and that he knew how.

The monsters seemed to agree, many of which had had previous encounters with campers from the famous camp. The great leaders of each group of monsters bent the knee and swore allegiance to Tim, joining his growing army.

Lucy:

Lucy watched Tim enviously. She had very little self control, and loved Tim in every dark twisted way possible. Of course, he didn't know. He couldn't know. Not now, now when his precious plan was so perfect. But maybe afterwards, yes. Afterwards he would be hers, and the two would be unstoppable!

Lucy smiled to herself as she ran though her fantasy for the hundredth time. She barely noticed the monsters leaving, back to their own domains, waiting to be called on by Tim. Her Tim...
(Sure will)

Cooper:

Cooper walked around the camp happily. Everything was finally back in order, and he had never felt more at peace. The camp's activities continued on, as did the demigods that played them.

Cooper had been given command of his cabin for his bravery in the previous adventure of his. Thinking back, Cooper arrived at the mess hall, where he greeted some of his friends.

Michael:

Michael was struggling to fit in with this new "life" of his. He had been put into a house with other demigods who seemed to pay no attention to him at all. Lately he had been keeping to himself, and designing new paper creations.

Deciding that some fresh air would be needed, Michael pulled his paper dragon from his notebook and flew into the skies with it. Even then he wasn't alone. Other demigods had various magical creatures, pegasi with them and they were whizzing around, performing tricks and loops and yelling to one another.

Michael thought to himself of his friends. His only friends at camp were the ones he had joined last year, and a few of the new campers, amongst them that sportsy one Noland. Noland was interesting, he didn't care what other people thought, and mostly did his own thing, which Michael could respect. The two had a mutual respect for one another, laced with a growing friendship.

Noland:

Noland sat in the mess hall, talking to some of his friends. They had just finished a game of soccer, and were discussing the results. Noland argued that his team had won due to an error made by the referee. The other team argued that both sides had had at least one error, and so it didn't count.

Nolan bit into his food and kept on arguing.

(ELSEWHERE)

Tim:

Tim stood before an assemblance of Cyclops, Griffins and various other monsters. His voice covered the entire hall at once. In his voice Tim explained what he wanted from the monsters; their unwavering loyalty. He explained his plans to his army, how he wanted to destroy camp half-blood, and that he knew how.

The monsters seemed to agree, many of which had had previous encounters with campers from the famous camp. The great leaders of each group of monsters bent the knee and swore allegiance to Tim, joining his growing army.

Lucy:

Lucy watched Tim enviously. She had very little self control, and loved Tim in every dark twisted way possible. Of course, he didn't know. He couldn't know. Not now, now when his precious plan was so perfect. But maybe afterwards, yes. Afterwards he would be hers, and the two would be unstoppable!

Lucy smiled to herself as she ran though her fantasy for the hundredth time. She barely noticed the monsters leaving, back to their own domains, waiting to be called on by Tim. Her Tim...

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Chip:

I, whoever I was, was covered in dirt. There was dirt everywhere. It was all around me. Who am I? I must be a seed. I will grow into a beautiful plant. What is beauty? Have I seen it? I do not know.

I only see dirt.

I am not a plant. I realize that now. I am not supposed to be in dirt. Dirt is not my home. Dirt hurts me. It is heavy, and I cannot breath. I need to breath.

I explode into motion, gasping and digging at the soil. I must be deep in the dirt, I realize. My senses buzz unhappily. No oxygen, no air. My lungs are mad at me. I scrape at the dirt, until I see light. I rise up, gasping for air. My chest heaves. I look around.

The sky is overcast, clouds drifting like they had a mission. The ground was sort of foggy. I look at my arms and hands in wonder. I was a boy! A human! I was not a plant. I had some sort of patchy suit on... it was a suit. I remember that. It has holes, and a few worms on it. I do not believe that is how suits are supposed to look. So I should not wear this suit. I take it off.

Much better.

I look at the tall shapely rocks around me. They have names on them. I have one too.

Clifton ''Chip'' Tres
Son, lost to us.
Rest in Elyseum.

How strange. I had a name. I should have a name.
I stand up. I use my legs. I take a step forward. They do not like that. I must never use my legs.
I do not know where I am going as I walk. I just walk.

I am walking for a long time. I see a body of water up ahead. My stomach starts hurting for some reason, like it wants something. I walk onto the stony beach... it is a beach. I sit down on a rock.

I stare at the water for a long time. What am I doing?
Nothing. Nothing feels right.


Kane:

I am not used to seeing pale, naked boys everyday, let me tell you that. He was a wierdo. I could tell already.
I was just minding my own business, scavenging the beach for shells and bones, when he sat his naked butt onto a rock covered in barnacles. Ouch.

I watch silently for a few moments, and am even more creeped out.
All he does is stare at the water. For like, five minutes, he just... stares!
He smells weird too. Like dirt and death. I back off, continuing my scavenging for a while. After maybe an hour, my curiosity grows, and I am pushed back to the spot. I expected him to be gone, but he was still there.
Staring.
An hour later.

''Um, hello?'' I call to him, about twenty feet away.

His head snaps towards me, face expressionless. His eyes were a pinkish red. Creepy....
The only factor that made him look alive, was that you could tell he was processing my existence very hard. He was thinking. I knew that all he could see was odd human me, but his gaze was still unsettling.

''Uh, do you know where you are...? And why your, ah, naked?''

Looks down at himself, then back up again. He says nothing.

''Okay... I'm just going to eat you now.'' I say, looking at the water nervously. I didn't know why I hated the idea of eating him, but I did.

He suddenly blinks. ''Do you know where we are?''

He talks! Okay, maybe I'd ask a few questions. ''Yeah, we are in the Long Island Sound. What's your name?''

He thinks for a bit. ''The stone-thingy said my name is Clifton 'Chip' Tres. What is your name?''

Part of that name rang a bell, but I couldn't put my finger on it. ''My name is Kane.''

''Nice to meet you. I can't seem to remember anything. Can you help me?''

His face is still expressionless, off. I didn't really want anything to do with this guy. He was probably high or something.
The boy takes a step forward, towards me, and I bolt for the water. I dive in, shifting into a more suitable form. My tail slashes at the water.

''Whoa! You have a tail now!'' I hear from behind me.
That makes me screech to a halt. I turn and look at ''Chip''. His face had a hint of wonder on it, finally showing some inkling of emotion.

This... thing could see through the mist. Which meant....

''Yeah, I have a tail. Wanna touch it?'' I say, scrawling up the shore a bit.

The boy stoops close, and I grab him.


(Chip will gradually develop opinions, old memories, etc. )

Chip:

I, whoever I was, was covered in dirt. There was dirt everywhere. It was all around me. Who am I? I must be a seed. I will grow into a beautiful plant. What is beauty? Have I seen it? I do not know.

I only see dirt.

I am not a plant. I realize that now. I am not supposed to be in dirt. Dirt is not my home. Dirt hurts me. It is heavy, and I cannot breath. I need to breath.

I explode into motion, gasping and digging at the soil. I must be deep in the dirt, I realize. My senses buzz unhappily. No oxygen, no air. My lungs are mad at me. I scrape at the dirt, until I see light. I rise up, gasping for air. My chest heaves. I look around.

The sky is overcast, clouds drifting like they had a mission. The ground was sort of foggy. I look at my arms and hands in wonder. I was a boy! A human! I was not a plant. I had some sort of patchy suit on... it was a suit. I remember that. It has holes, and a few worms on it. I do not believe that is how suits are supposed to look. So I should not wear this suit. I take it off.

Much better.

I look at the tall shapely rocks around me. They have names on them. I have one too.

Clifton ''Chip'' Tres
Son, lost to us.
Rest in Elyseum.

How strange. I had a name. I should have a name.
I stand up. I use my legs. I take a step forward. They do not like that. I must never use my legs.
I do not know where I am going as I walk. I just walk.

I am walking for a long time. I see a body of water up ahead. My stomach starts hurting for some reason, like it wants something. I walk onto the stony beach... it is a beach. I sit down on a rock.

I stare at the water for a long time. What am I doing?
Nothing. Nothing feels right.


Kane:

I am not used to seeing pale, naked boys everyday, let me tell you that. He was a wierdo. I could tell already.
I was just minding my own business, scavenging the beach for shells and bones, when he sat his naked butt onto a rock covered in barnacles. Ouch.

I watch silently for a few moments, and am even more creeped out.
All he does is stare at the water. For like, five minutes, he just... stares!
He smells weird too. Like dirt and death. I back off, continuing my scavenging for a while. After maybe an hour, my curiosity grows, and I am pushed back to the spot. I expected him to be gone, but he was still there.
Staring.
An hour later.

''Um, hello?'' I call to him, about twenty feet away.

His head snaps towards me, face expressionless. His eyes were a pinkish red. Creepy....
The only factor that made him look alive, was that you could tell he was processing my existence very hard. He was thinking. I knew that all he could see was odd human me, but his gaze was still unsettling.

''Uh, do you know where you are...? And why your, ah, naked?''

Looks down at himself, then back up again. He says nothing.

''Okay... I'm just going to eat you now.'' I say, looking at the water nervously. I didn't know why I hated the idea of eating him, but I did.

He suddenly blinks. ''Do you know where we are?''

He talks! Okay, maybe I'd ask a few questions. ''Yeah, we are in the Long Island Sound. What's your name?''

He thinks for a bit. ''The stone-thingy said my name is Clifton 'Chip' Tres. What is your name?''

Part of that name rang a bell, but I couldn't put my finger on it. ''My name is Kane.''

''Nice to meet you. I can't seem to remember anything. Can you help me?''

His face is still expressionless, off. I didn't really want anything to do with this guy. He was probably high or something.
The boy takes a step forward, towards me, and I bolt for the water. I dive in, shifting into a more suitable form. My tail slashes at the water.

''Whoa! You have a tail now!'' I hear from behind me.
That makes me screech to a halt. I turn and look at ''Chip''. His face had a hint of wonder on it, finally showing some inkling of emotion.

This... thing could see through the mist. Which meant....

''Yeah, I have a tail. Wanna touch it?'' I say, scrawling up the shore a bit.

The boy stoops close, and I grab him.


(Chip will gradually develop opinions, old memories, etc. )

(Hello and welcome to FRA, as you know it stands for Flight Rising Anonymous, a therapy group for talking about strange and unhealthy obsessions with Flight Rising. True to the name, what we say here stays here....)
(Hello and welcome to FRA, as you know it stands for Flight Rising Anonymous, a therapy group for talking about strange and unhealthy obsessions with Flight Rising. True to the name, what we say here stays here....)

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Holly:

Holly watched Cooper walk towards her. He looked happy and excited, exactly how she felt. The quest had been nice but she was glad to be home, and not in imminent danger. "Hey Cooper! How's being cabin leader going, all your new responsibilities wearing you out yet?"

Lily:

Lily stretched back her bow and let an arrow fly. It nearly missed the target all together, sticking on the very edge. She sighed and lowered her bow. She'd never been any good at archery, despite her attempts to learn. Having a long range weapon was always useful and she reasoned to herself she should know how to use one, but it was just so difficult and terribly boring. Close combat was much more exciting. She replaced the practice bow on its peg and sat down on a bench outside the archery area, taking a swing from her water bottle.

Sammy:

Holly:

Holly watched Cooper walk towards her. He looked happy and excited, exactly how she felt. The quest had been nice but she was glad to be home, and not in imminent danger. "Hey Cooper! How's being cabin leader going, all your new responsibilities wearing you out yet?"

Lily:

Lily stretched back her bow and let an arrow fly. It nearly missed the target all together, sticking on the very edge. She sighed and lowered her bow. She'd never been any good at archery, despite her attempts to learn. Having a long range weapon was always useful and she reasoned to herself she should know how to use one, but it was just so difficult and terribly boring. Close combat was much more exciting. She replaced the practice bow on its peg and sat down on a bench outside the archery area, taking a swing from her water bottle.

Sammy:

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| Jade |
| She/Her |
| INTJ |
Cooper:

Cooper sat down by Holly. "Oh it's been fine, mostly dealing with bickering and organizing some of the events is all." Cooper grabbed one of the burgers that was magically being passed around.

"Hey, will you be competing in the capture the flag tourney this weekend?"
Cooper:

Cooper sat down by Holly. "Oh it's been fine, mostly dealing with bickering and organizing some of the events is all." Cooper grabbed one of the burgers that was magically being passed around.

"Hey, will you be competing in the capture the flag tourney this weekend?"

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Katherine walks into the mess hall, joining Holly and Cooper. "Hey guys." She says, giving them a smile. "What about this weekend?" She asks, sitting beside them.

___________


Violet walks over to a girl by the Archery area, "Hi!" She says, hoping to meet new people, "You're Lily right?"
Katherine walks into the mess hall, joining Holly and Cooper. "Hey guys." She says, giving them a smile. "What about this weekend?" She asks, sitting beside them.

___________


Violet walks over to a girl by the Archery area, "Hi!" She says, hoping to meet new people, "You're Lily right?"
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Cooper:

"Oh, hey Kath." I say as she approached. "I was just asking Holly here if she was going to be participating in the capture of the flag tournament this weekend. Are you planning on participating? I'm supposed to make a list of everybody, but I haven't gotten around to it quite yet..."

I take another bite from my burger.
Cooper:

"Oh, hey Kath." I say as she approached. "I was just asking Holly here if she was going to be participating in the capture of the flag tournament this weekend. Are you planning on participating? I'm supposed to make a list of everybody, but I haven't gotten around to it quite yet..."

I take another bite from my burger.

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"Uh, yeah I guess." Katherine says, smiling, she looks over at Holly, "Are you?" She asks.
"Uh, yeah I guess." Katherine says, smiling, she looks over at Holly, "Are you?" She asks.
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