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 Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 7:02 pm
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Θ∏LΨ ЅIЖ DΣΜI-ЅΘƱLЅ, Δ∏Ψ ΜΘΓΣ Δ∏D Δ ƤΓICΣ ΨΘƱ'LL ƤΔΨ
ƬHΣ DΣЅCΣ∏Ƭ ΘF Θ∏Σ ƁΨ ƬHΣ Σ∏D ΘF ƬHΣ DΔΨ
Δ DΔΓƘ ΔƁΨЅЅ ƬHΣ ΜΔ∏ DΘΣЅ ЅƬΘШ
I∏ ƬШΘ ШΣΣƘЅ ƬIΜΣ ƬHΣ GΓΣΨ ΔЅH ЅHΔLL Ѕ∏ΘШ.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 7:06 pm
Campers Attending
Quest Leader ~ Melony Lazerescu, Handmaiden of Artemis {Huntress} ~ JJmonkeyhchic
Other Quest Members:
1. Marzia Johansson, Handmaiden of Artemis {Huntress} ~ kryptonitee
2. Nathaniel Felsic, Son of Poseidon ~ xX_Shining_Stars_Xx
3. Anastasia Rosewood, Daughter of Aphrodite ~ MY rusty h a l o
4. Myron Asker, Son of Athena ~ Dark Doe Alysse
5. Gavril Pendragon, Son of Zeus ~ Bara the Mercenary
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 7:14 pm
Quest Starting ((Again XD)) I took a walk ⇥ around the✸world「To ease my ( TROUBLED ) mindI left my body ✦ lying some↝whereIN THE ●» SANDS OF TIME ↺BUT I WATCH THE WORLD FLOATTo the dark ☫ side of the moon☽I feel there is nothing I can doYOU CALLED ME STRONG:⊰ YOU CALLED ME WEAKBut still your ☆❜ secrets I will keep ↯〉
Melony woke up along with the rest of her sisters. But as the rest of them headed out into the forest where they liked to hang out, she began to pack. She didn't take much, because she didn't need much. She packed the bare essentials, one bottle of water, a Bowie knife, and a Swiss army knife. She laced up her modified combat boots and set out for Half Blood Hill, giving one last wave to her sisters. They weren't really related, but they addressed one another as such. They might as well be sisters anyway, they spend all their time together. She frowned down at the boots on her feet. There had been a time when she hadn't needed shoes at all, but there was no telling the things one could step on here in this camp. But, now that she'd tampered with the boots, she did like them better. She had cut down the hard rubber bottoms and melted tiny, metal spikes into the rubber. Now they had all the durability of military grade combat boots, with the flexibility and grip of track shoes.
She walked up the Hill on silent feet, then stood and turned towards the sun, laying her hand on Morrigan's head as the huge wolf came up beside her, "The Queen was quite distressed, Melony. How long do you suppose the others will take to arrive?" Melony smiled softly and patted her friend's head, "Patience, Morrigan. I will be just fine." She knew that her pale friend worried about the safety of her soul if they were to fail this quest. There was no telling what Athena would do to her, who she trusted to retrieve her son. The entire mission held a weight that burned on her shoulders like hot iron, and made her usually calm and calculating demeanor serious beyond her physical years. To an unknowing soul, she would look no more than sixteen, maybe seventeen. In all actually she had just reached ninety-seven a few months ago, having lived with the Lady Artemis since her teen years. Swearing off the love of men had not been so difficult as she had originally thought, really. In fact, ti was rather easy.
Before long her thoughts drifted from herself to her quest. The world was on the brink of Nuclear disaster, and the gods, the all-powerful deities, were relying on her, and unclaimed daughter of an unknown god, to save the world from a bitterly cold, irradiated winter. And with only two weeks until the Koreans fired their missiles, the window of time was rather small. She didn't know if they could make it, for nobody knew what lay in the Triangle, but she knew that she would die trying. If the humans destroyed their world, it would no doubt damage the whole foundation of her mistress' realm. And Melony also knew that Athena cared for the mortals, and wished not for them to annihilate one another. Thus the reason that she had sent a demi-god looking for the General. The Grey-eyed one was busy trying to hold the human's violent natures at bay. Melony sighed and waited for the others to arrive, tapping the hilt of her dagger in a small twitch she acquired when awaiting something important.Outfit
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 5:11 pm
xxxxxxx♔ ⊰ It was m a n y a year ago ☇ in a K I N G D O M near the s e a Whatthecrap?!_______________________________ that a maiden there lived
_______________________________♥♥♥♥♥by the name of A n n a b e l L e e
_______________________________♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥she lived with no other thought xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx`⊰x then to L O V Exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬ ▬▬xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand be loved by xx m exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI and my Annabel Lee xxxxxxxxxxxx» Marzia Johansson has been up since the crack of dawn, laying in a grass field not that far from the cabins. She honestly hated camp. Traveling with Lady Artemis since she was sixteen has given her "gypsy syndrome" (as she called it). "What is gypsy syndrome?" You may be asking. Well, it's the inability to settle down in one spot for extended amounts of time. Resulting in feeling like a bird trapped in a cage. Speaking of birds, as Marzia watched the sun rise, a small songbird landed next to Marzia's hand and gave a little tweet. "Well hello there, little one." She said to the little sing and it did a little hop onto her index finger. Marzia gave a little giggle and sat up with the little bird on her finger. That's one of the cool things about being a huntress. Little woodland animals like deer or birds or other cute things seem to know that you're friendly.
xxxxxxxxxxxx» About ten minutes later, the little bird flew off and into the woods that surrounded the camp. Marzia let out a simple sigh. She sat there thinking about things. Mainly her baby brother. Well, he isn't a baby any more. He's about seveneen now. It still seems like yesterday that he was just a simple that a harpy sweeped out of my sight and lead my to my future. 'Future...' Marzia thought and cursed. Today was the day that the quest started! How could she forget? Her shirt had an owl on it because of the goddess that the quest was for! After she did that and said goodbye to her fellow hunters, Marzia ran from her little field off to Artemis Cabin to get her bow and quiver and then to meet her quest mates at the entrance of Camp Half-Blood.
xxxxxxxxxxxx» With in minutes, the blond-haired brit was only twenty feet from fellow hunter and quest mate, Melony Lazerescu with her little wolt... thing... I don't know. Marzia was never a dog person.... Anyway, Marzia gave her a simple smile and a wave Melony. "Good morning." Said Marzia with her english accent being one of the more prominent features you notice right of the bat. Especially in America. the blond girl sat her bow down beside a tree so that she could get her quiver on and jacket situated. "When do you think the campers will be here?" She asked Melony in a cool, quiet voice.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 8:02 pm
  x - - illusion shade☈ ⊹´ ••IT'S BEEN A TOUGH TWO MONTHS BUT I'M STILL HERE
x - - illusion♔) My heart breaks every daybut I don’t care
x - - illusion shade x - - I’ll keep waiting ＆ waiting till ✰⇡◟ you come back
x - - ill█ ✸⋮ ⊱ WHY CAN'T THEY ALL ︽ JUST CUT YOU SOME SLACK☭
x - - illusion shaI never knew how much you meant to me
x - - illusion shade x -╰° ★« I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU HAD TO LEAVE
x - - illusion sTHOUGH THINGS ARE REALLY HARD FOR ME RIGHT NOW
x - - illusion shade x - - ill- - ↳ ღヽ◟I'LL NEVER GIVE UP ON YOU 》 ↻❝CAUSE THAT'S MY VOW
Anastasia woke up feeling tense and anxious that day, earlier than the rest of her cabin mates because she knew she would need time. Not time to pack-- that was a task which had been done way back when the huntress had appeared before her and asked for her assistance on the quest-- but to say goodbye to her boyfriend, Gregory Way. She had put off telling him about her departure; mainly because she was afraid of half the things he might try to make her pack 'just in case'. It would be a bad thing if something exploded in her bag and turned them all into mutants, after all.
After she had said her 'goodbye's, 'I love you's and 'I'll miss you's, she moved back towards her cabin where she got the same lecture Grey had given her. Be careful, stay aware, I love you, yada-yada-yada. But she returned the massive bear hug with a firm hug of her own. She wouldn't lie-- she would miss her half-brother a lot. Unlike a lot of demi-gods around camp, Torent was one sibling Tasya felt honestly close to. Despite being only related through their mother, Tasya knew that she would willingly drop anything to help him out; not that he would ever need her help.
As she slung her single bag over her shoulder-- which was very much full, as she packed a few days worth of clothes, pajamas, a swimsuit (you never know!), a metal water bottle, her wallet, and a few additional items-- she couldn't help but wonder why in the world the huntress would ask her go to along. She was, after all the daughter of Aphrodite. That wasn't something she was upset nor ashamed of, but fighting and tactics? Not so much their piece of cake. The only advantage that Tasya could think of would probably be her people skills-- even without charm-speaking Tasya had a way of getting on a person's good side-- and the fact that Tasya was probably one of the best charm-speakers in her cabin. Remembering last minute to grab her rope dart, which she usually didn't bother to bring out with her, Tasya left the cabin; giving Torent a kiss on the cheek before she half jogged up the road.
Eventually she slowed to a walk, knowing that she was still early and that most of the others probably hadn't arrived yet. Instead, she took the time to admire the scenery around her. It was one thing she had always loved about camp: the greenery that was everywhere, regardless of where you went. It always made her feel comfortable and relaxed, although it had no correlation with home, and it made everything more beautiful, regardless of the season. The light chill in the air was easily ignored as she warmed herself by picking up her pace, knowing that it would be warmer later on in the day and that a jacket wouldn't be necessary.
As Tasya came up to Half-Blood Hill she paused, looking up and seeing two silhouettes. Shifting her bag and lifting her feet she quickly made the trek up the hill, smiling warmly as she approached the two women shaking her head lightly as she came to a stop.
"Just leave it to the boys to be late." she mused, her voice filled with holding traces of a teasing humor-- she was clearly not being insulting or complaining about the situation, "Good morning, ladies." she added, smiling and nodding her head lightly as she placed her bag on the ground, double checking for her rope-dart at her side before letting a heavy sigh leave her lips.
Just three to go. she mentally noted, surveying the area with a curious black-eyed gaze. Her more mature expression didn't shift as she grabbed her bags and moved over to an unoccupied tree, placing her stuff down once again and leaning back against the bark, ignoring the damp feeling which resulted from the morning dew.
"Torent sends his regards, Melony." Tasya added with a light smile, nodding in the huntresses direction.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 11:17 am
( - ✮ : TIME╮ IS A ↷ VALUABLE THING｡＇
xxxxxxx⊱ Watch it fly » by as the pendulum swings ⇣
xxxxxxw a t c hx i t x c o u n t x d o w n x t o x t h e x e n d x o f x t h e x d a y
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✱◟ The clock ticks ) life away
IT'S SO UNREAL × DIDN'T LOOK × OUT BELOWxxxxxxxxxxxx
⋮↘ Watch the time go ★★「 right out the windowxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxTrying to ━ : » hold on : but didn’t even know
WASTEIT↺ALLJUSTTO ━ 」xxx
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xxx WATCH YOU GO !!
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 ( SON OF *◟⇣ POSEIDON )
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Dark Doe Alysse Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 8:08 am
To say Myron was nervous was a little bit of an understatement, although he did his best not to show it as he looked through his bag one more time to make sure he had everything he might possibly need. Of course, there really wasn't a need for him to do so, he knew exactly what he had packed, and he already knew he wasn't missing anything. It was more or less a kind of ritual to calm himself down and give himself time to steady himself; after all, it wasn't everyday that you were asked to go find one of your half-siblings (whom you had never met) and stop a nuclear threat that would result in the Apocalypse if it carried through. One couldn't really blame the son of Athena for being just a little bit nervous.
As it was, it was still rather early. The sun hadn't even risen yet, and none of his cabin mates were awake, not even his sister, which was rather annoying. They had been through so much together that Myron felt it was right to say goodbye to her before he left, in case.... in case anything happened to him. He didn't really want to think about it, but it was a very real possibility, even if they hadn't been demi-gods, and especially since they were demi-gods. But Myron knew his sister, and she liked her sleep, she wouldn't be very happy if he woke her up, but she also wouldn't be very happy if he left without saying goodbye to her. It was a bit of a dilemma, so he was sitting on his bed, riffling through his bag absentmindedly, while he waited - and hoped - for his sister to wake up sometime soon, before he would have to leave. Unfortunately that didn't seem to be happening.
With a sigh, and knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, he closed his bag and slung it over his shoulder before climbing down from the top bunk. He would have to write her a note then? It really wasn't what he had been hoping for. He grabbed a spare notebook and tore a piece of paper out of it, quickly scrawling 'Althea, You didn't wake up in time, so this'll have to do. I'm heading out on the quest. Don't worry, I promise to try my best at not dying, and I'll be back soon. Love you and all that mushy stuff, Myron' on it before placing it beside her pillow. With another sigh, he turned and left the cabin, shutting the door silently behind him.
He hadn't made it more than a couple of feet before he was tackled from behind by Althea. She, of course, accused him of trying to leave without saying goodbye to her. After reassuring her that he wasn't abandoning her, and that he would be back, she finally allowed him to stand up. "Ne pleure pas, ce qu'est-ce que nos frères et soeurs ? Il s'agit de deux semaines, vous pouvez le faire, oui ?" he told her, wiping the tears off her cheeks and offering her a smile. With one last hug, and a kiss on the cheek, he made his way to half-blood hill.
Cresting the hill, he saw that he definitely wasn't the first to arrive, but on the other hand, he didn't appear to be the last either. Looking at the group of demi-gods that were gathered, he noticed that he didn't know any of them. Okay, that was a lie, he knew one of them, the son of Poseidon, Nathaniel, but he would have preferred not knowing the boy. Although Myron had to admit that from what he knew of the boy, Nathaniel seemed to be a decent kid, and at least Althea hadn't gotten hurt in that fight, there was still the fact that he was a son of Poseidon, and that wasn't something Myron could look past easily. "Bonjour," he greeted, "je m'appelle Myron."
|{Translations: Don't cry, what will our siblings think? It's two weeks, you can make it, yeah?
Hello, my name is.}|
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 1:04 pm
I took a walk ⇥ around the✸world「To ease my ( TROUBLED ) mindI left my body ✦ lying some↝whereIN THE ●» SANDS OF TIME ↺BUT I WATCH THE WORLD FLOATTo the dark ☫ side of the moon☽I feel there is nothing I can doYOU CALLED ME STRONG:⊰ YOU CALLED ME WEAKBut still your ☆❜ secrets I will keep ↯〉
Melony icy blue eyes followed the anxious pacing of her guardian, watching the wolf move back and forth in a twelve foot line. While the Huntress was just as ready to get going as her ancient friend, she was not one to make unnecessary movements. Everything Melony did had a purpose, even something so simple as taking a step in one direct or another. She was not one to waist even the slightest bit of energy on anything, though she knew that her canine friend seemed to have an abundance of energy. She had never seen Morrigan tired or out of breath, panting in any way. Even in the blazing heat of the summer months, the white wolf seemed completely unphased. It was a skill Melony had often asked if she could learn, but the wolf had assured her that it was not something that could be acquired by normal means. Well, by normal means under the circumstances.
Though the old Huntress was pondering intently on these thoughts, she was fully aware when one of her fellows crested the hill and came to a stop in front of her. Melony's blue eyes focused on the other Huntress, pulled from her thoughts as she was. She nodded to Marzia and gave a small smile, an expression that quickly faded into her usual stoic visage. The wolf nodded to Marzia as well and of a curt bow of her head before standing up straight and continuing in her pacing. Melony watched Marzia prepare her equipment, then tilted her head ever so slightly at the girl's question. Melony shook her head, saying in her lilting, Southern Belle accent, "I don't know. But I do hope they arrive soon. We have a lot of work ahead of us." Her voice was smooth and rich, reverberating a commanding undertone that made her sound as if she knew exactly what was going to happen, and how to overcome it. It was a useful trait, and one that she had used to her advantage many times.
When the next young woman came up the hill, Melony couldn't help but to bristle only slightly. A daughter of Aphrodite had been the last female in attendance, and while Melony didn't have anything against her personally, she was naturally wary of the Aphrodite campers and their mother. But this one, it seemed, had a decent head on her shoulders, so Melony felt herself relaxing slightly. She gave a brief smirk and a nod at the girl's comment, "Boys will be boys, after all. What can we do?" Next she lifted her hand a bit in a half wave and replied to the young woman's greeting, "And to you, Tasya." She knew this camper's name mostly from the adoring way her eldest brother spoke of her. When Melony had acquired the roster for her quest, Torent had assured her that Tasya was a "good kid" and more down to Earth than many of her siblings. Melony had taken his words into account, but had still reserved judgement. After all, a brother's love was like a pair of rose colored glasses.
Speaking of the girl's brother, Tasya next sent his regards to Melony, causing the Huntress to nod. She looked at Tasya for a moment, blue eyes intense, then asked, "You are well prepared, then?" It was half a question to asses how much grit this child had, and half a question to see if Torent had made sure she was all packed up. Melony hoped that the girl had some sort of weapon, because at the moment she didn't see one. She had requested a child of Aphrodite because of their charm abilities, but that would not be enough if they encountered any real problems. Which Melony had no doubt they would. She watched Tasya with close scrutiny, only for her gaze to be pulled away by another new comer.
The son of Poseidon. Melony had not requested to bring this one along, but Poseidon, apparently, had insisted one of his sons go, as a peace offering to the Lady Athena. It was a barbairc thing to do, in Melony's opinion, but she had no doubt that the boy's skills would be invaluable in the coming days. Of course, they would have to work something out with the plane ride, but they would get to that when the time came. For now, she nodded at him, responding to his introduction with one of her own, "A pleasure, Nathaniel. I am Melony Lazerescu. And this wolf," She motioned towards Morrigan, "is my guardian, Morrigan." The wolf in question bowed her head in greeting, remaining silent for now. Melony watched Nathaniel closely, assessing the type of person he was simply through the way he acted now. Melony was not against men as a whole, she was not the type of Huntress who despised all males for no given reason, but she did have her little biases, especially against sons of Zeus and Poseidon. They tended to be troublesome. This one, though, seemed alright. She would reserve judgement for the moment, though.
And the last camper who seemed to be arriving at the moment was the expected son of Athena. This one Melony would keep a close eye on, for he was the son of her current... Employer, and she wouldn't have him getting too damaged. The Grey-Eyes Queen had enough trouble as it was, she didn't need to worry about another one of her sons. Melony gave him a curt nod, replying to his greeting in perfectly accented French, "Bonjour. Je m'appelle Melony. Un plaisir de vous rencontrer." When you had been alive for ninety plus years, you had time to learn other languages. This time, Morrigan introduced herself, bowing her white furred head and saying in equally perfect French, "Bonjour. Je m'appelle Morrigan. Je suis le gardien Melony, le "loup blanc" dans la prophétie."
Now they had just one person left to wait for. Melony looked at the group assembled before her, assessing their obvious physical strengths and weaknesses. Overall, she felt that they had a good team here. And the son of Zeus who was supposed to be showing up would boosts their chances even more. Melony felt confident about this group, and sincerely hoped that they would rise to the occasion. The fate of the world was in the balance here. Even though that was an awfully melodramatic thought, it was entirely the truth.
{{Translation: Melony - Hello. My name is Melony. A pleasure to meet you. Morrigan - Hello. My name is Morrigan. I am Melony's guardian, the "white wolf" in the prophecy.}} Outfit
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 5:19 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✷ノxxxxxxxxxx ＭＡＲＺＩＥ ┇ HUNTRESS OF ARTEMIS
xxxxxxxxxxxx» Watching quietly as the campers slowly arrived so the group could depart on their quest to prevent Chernobyl mark two. First was a attractive young woman, whom Marzie heard her name was 'Tasya' 'Strange name.' the young huntress thought. She had never heard that name before. It sounded like it was eastern Europe or something. Then again, it could just be a nickname. Either way it was strange yet pretty. The two ladies chatted for a little bit in their American accents. Of course to them, Marzia was the one with the accent.
xxxxxxxxxxxx» Not that after the arrival of Tasya, a young man with red hair came up the hill. He looked rather kind, and judging by his introduction he was more of a wall flower. Though her first impressions have been wrong before. Like how she thought Artemis was a lady who escaped from the mad house. Anyway, with the arrival of the young man who Marzia learned that 1) his name is Nathaniel, 2) Tasya's name was actually Anastasia (Personally, Marzia would of called her "Anna", but whatever. It's Anastasia's choice.), and 3) Nathaniel sounded like he was from Australia or Great Britain. Which was cool. From her understanding of things, the gods mated with people closer to Olympus. That was just her theory, though. It was only once in a blue moon that Marzie met another demigod from Great Britain.
xxxxxxxxxxxx» Soon after Nathaniel joined the group, a second young man joined group, another young man came. This one had long, dark brown hair and eyes of the same color. Marzia expected him to do the simple 'Hello, my name is...' and leave it at that. And, as far as Marzie knew, she was right. Why the uncertainty? Because she didn't speak a word of french. Well, besides the universal "ouioui" and "bonjour" and a few other words she learned back in school. Yeah she was the best of the class (and every other class), but that was sixteen years ago! Most of her old friends are already graduated and starting a family. Not Marzie! She's thirty-one and still looked the same as she did the Christmas of 1996.
xxxxxxxxxxxx» Looking around at the group that had been asembled, Marzia felt that the team seemed pretty well set. They had a daughter of Aphrodite, a son of Athena, two hunters of Artemis, a son of Poseidon, and a son of... Speaking of the son of Zeus, where was he at? Oh whatever. He'll get here when he gets here. Hopefully...
xxxxxxxxxxxx» Marzia hoped to be able to stay as quiet as she could for as long as she could, but Marzia could almost feel her grandmother's ghost rising from the Underworld and hear her nagging, obnoxious voice saying; 'Marzia! Where have your gone? Introduce yourself!' 'Will you ever leave me alone, Grandmother?.' Marzie thought trying not to roll her eyes. Sometimes she wondered how that witch ended up raising her fun-loving, qwerky aunt and carefree, adventurous father. Marzia's grandmother did say that her grandfather had the same spirit as Marzia's father and aunt. A shame that he had to die at the invasion of Normandy...
xxxxxxxxxxxx» Anyway, Marzia ignored her grandmother's ghost and turned to her fellow hunter Melony, "So... Umm..." Marzia started timidly and quiet. "Where do you think this quest will take us?" She asked with a genuine curiosity. She really wanted to know. She wanted to know if there were going to be any new wonderful locations that Marzia could check off of her immortality bucket list. What's an immortality bucket list? It's a list that Marzia came up with 7 years ago of everyplace she wanted to go before giving up her immortality. That is, If she didn't die first.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:45 am
   The night before - no, the week before - had been nothing short of Hell. Gavril had been unable to sleep, unable to eat. There was a feeling of unease as soon as Chiron approached him about this quest, telling him that he had been chosen. He honestly wondered why him instead of Oliver. Oliver was a good fighter, and a good tactician. He would have done a lot better than Gavril. Those were the thoughts that kept Gavril from sleeping or eating, that kept him up until the dark hours of the morning. He honestly didn't know when he had managed to drift off to sleep for the first time in a few days, but it wasn't the most restful, nor the most easy.
Gavril was in England again, running down the dark streets with his satyr friend, Peter. The guy who he'd thought was a crippled man who he had met at work. Things were clicking in place, and the new watch on his wrist was heavy. He was worried. He had to get home, had to check on his mother. If the monsters had come after him, there was no telling what they would do to his mother. Hope Vanessa Pendragon, the descendant of King Arthur. Well, so she had said. There was a story told in their family that after Guinevere and Lancelot had gotten together, King Arthur Pendragon had secretly married a peasant woman that had nursed him back to health, a woman he had fallen in love with. The day after they were married, he went to war and never came back. Also never met his son, Dante Pendragon.
These stories his mother had told him raced through his mind. If the monsters were after her, would she be protected as he was?
He got to his apartment and saw a window broken in. The demigod son of Zeus grabbed his house key from his pocket, jamming it into the lock with shaking hands and unlocking the door, opening it to find -
An ice cold blast of pressure on his face knocked him out of the dream, the nightmare recount of what had brought him to Camp Half-Blood. He was panting, then glowered at his half-brother, the light of the sun in the cabin not even registering. "What in 'ell was that for?!" the British demigod yelled, never happy about Oliver's ways of waking him up.
"You're late. Isn't that quest today?"
Gavril was already on his feet on the word late. He was angry for another reason as he smacked himself about the head, running to get his clothes and change. He wasn't shy about changing in front of Oliver; they pretty much spent all their time in the same cabin anyway and Catalina was still asleep. "Why didn't you wake me up sooner?!" He already was struggling to get his pants on, hopping a bit to keep movin and grab his shirt, which he buttoned rapidly.
"I thought you'd wake up sooner! Don't blame me!" Though, as Gavril fell on the bed face-first trying to put on his socks and shoes, he heard his half-brother chuckling so he wouldn't burst out laughing. He was too polite.
Finally, the demigod was dressed in sneakers, black jeans, a blue dress shirt, and a bag slung over his shoulder. He grabbed a towel, towel-drying his hair so it wouldn't completely fizz and look awful by the time he got there. He was only slightly metrosexual for the fact that he cared about how he looked. Most demigods didn't see themselves this way, but he knew he was a direct representative of Zeus, his godly father, and that was one man he didn't want to disappoint. He sat down with his backpack, cursing himself for not packing last night. He put his backpack over his shoulder, bolting toward the door.
"Gavvie!"
Gavril turned around, yelping as he caught his watch, his weapon. He sighed. "Thank. You." He couldn't believe he almost left Excalibur here! He bowed to his brother's help. "See you in a couple weeks! I'll tell you all about it, promise!" He ran without another word, fitting a hat over his slightly damp hair, letting the sides flare out as he ran. His hair only went in blonde layers to his shoulders, but it was thick, and longer than most conventional males.
He was running up the hill in moments. He was moderately fast, but his real skill was his endurance and stamina. He was barely breathless when he finally skid to a stop, the last member of the group to arrive. "I...am so...sorry," the British demigod sounded out slowly, his breathing evening out immediately after the statement was over. He raised his hand in a wave. "I'm Gavril Pendragon, son of Zeus. Sorry I'm late," he introduced sheepishly.
[[ Okay, first off, thank you, Kat, for the tag team on this layout. Great graphic~~~ ]]
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Bara the Mercenary Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 12:51 pm
x - - illusion shade☈ ⊹´ ••IT'S BEEN A TOUGH TWO MONTHS BUT I'M STILL HERE
x - - illusion♔) My heart breaks every daybut I don’t care
x - - illusion shade x - - I’ll keep waiting ＆ waiting till ✰⇡◟ you come back
x - - ill█ ✸⋮ ⊱ WHY CAN'T THEY ALL ︽ JUST CUT YOU SOME SLACK☭
x - - illusion shaI never knew how much you meant to me
x - - illusion shade x -╰° ★« I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU HAD TO LEAVE
x - - illusion sTHOUGH THINGS ARE REALLY HARD FOR ME RIGHT NOW
x - - illusion shade x - - ill- - ↳ ღヽ◟I'LL NEVER GIVE UP ON YOU 》 ↻❝CAUSE THAT'S MY VOW
Tasya's eyes lit up, the black irises shining excitably as the red haired boy approached, his ever polite demeanor causing her to grin, beaming pleasantly towards her dear friend.
"Nathan!" she cried out happily, having not seen him in the last few days, before lunging at him as soon as he was close enough, wrapping her arms around his taller form in a friendly and firm hug, kicking her feet up off the ground. To anybody else it would look like the friendly girl was just very happy to see her friend, but it was also her way of checking to make sure he wasn't injured, or anything. It was a paranoia that she always had, seeing as the first time she had met him he practically bled to death before falling into the ocean from a hundred feet up. She hadn't known his father at the time, so Tasya had been in a huge panic... and from that a beautiful friendship formed. She smiled up at him, tangled in his arms as he had barely managed to avoid dropping her. She simply flashed a cheeky smile, satisfied that he was standing on his own two feet, and that he was uninjured-- for now, at least.
Still in Nathanial's arms, Tasya tilted her head upside down, staring at the boy who had arrived with a friendly smile. Tapping Nathan on the arm-- her way of saying 'let me go, I won't fall'-- she placed her feet gracefully on the ground, turning to face Myron and chuckling lightly when he spoke in French. The boy was familiar to her, although she didn't know him personally, as the only gentle son of Athena. She often saw him with his twin sister, although they were nothing alike beyond appearance, and knew him to be slightly anti-social. Giving a delicate mock-curtsy, Tasya tilted her head slightly, giving him a gentle and almost maternal smile.
"Bonjour! Je m'appelle Anastasia. Ma mère est Aphrodite. Comment ça va?" she asked, an honest and curious expression on her face as she held her hand out, offering a hand shake. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer!" she added, as an afterthought. With their greeting complete she smiled at Melony, shrugging lightly as to say, 'speak of the devil' before chuckling lightly, responding to her question with no sign of offence at all. After all, as quest leading it was reasonably that Melony would be concerned about the potentially weakest link.
"You know my brother, Melony." Tasya chuckled, "I've had my butt worked off for the last week-- if I thought that learning salsa was hard, then I was severely delusional." Tasya shook her head lightly, smiling at Melony, "I'll admit that I may not be the best fighter in camp, but Torent made sure that I was as prepared as a daughter of Aphrodite can be for a fight. And don't worry-- I'm not my sisters, I didn't feel the need to pack my entire cabin." Tasya flashed another cheeky smile, patting the bag by her feet, "I think I'll be fine, thank you for the concern, Melony." And Tasya honestly meant it. Sure she had the most difficult boyfriend in history, and her brother was a little intense, but it was nice to know that there was more than just a couple people looking out for you. She turned her warm gaze on the other huntress, nodding her head in acknowledgement before shrugging her shoulders. She honestly had no idea, only knowing that she wanted to keep everybody as safe as possible. It didn't matter where they wound up, so long as everybody came home. That place was the only important one.
As Anastasia moved to stand by Nathanial's side again, hovering closely to the person she was most familiar with, the final quest member arrived. He seemed out of breath, and a little muddled, but Tasya had to admit that he was definitely physically attractive, not to mention she hadn't heard any bad things about the boy around camp.
"Hello, Mr. Pendragon." Tasya warmly welcomed the man, again giving a slight curtsy, despite being in a tee-shirt and jeans. It was a habit, and it somehow suited the girl with her slight stature and slender frame. "You're not too late, so it should be okay-- right Melony?" Tasya asked, turning her warm smile on the head huntress, "You're here now, right? Which is what's really important, I think." she took a few steps forwards, again holding her hand out in greeting. Mentally she prayed that the demi-gods who she hadn't met yet could see through her mothers' charm. It was fun, sometimes, with the whole 'instant love for a while' thing, but she didn't want anything silly to be messing up the quest. Particularly if that 'anything silly' had her anywhere near the root of the cause. "It's a pleasure to meet you." she added, pulling her mind out of her thoughts as she gave another beaming smile.
With those greetings done, she moved herself back to her bags and Nathanial, turning her black eyes towards Melony with a curious expression, tilting her head quizzically to the side as she waited on the woman's orders. That was one thing Torent had insistently told Anastasia: pay attention and listen to the more experienced fighters in all circumstances. It was 'Rule number two' under 'Rule number one: come home alive'.
"I'm ready when everybody else is, Melony." Tasya stated firmly, determined to not only 'save the world', but also to make her brother proud. I refuse to become a hindrance. she thought, lifting her bag and slinging it over her shoulder before standing straight again, I need to pull my own weight, and I will do it. She turned her eyes up towards Nathanial, smiling again at him before turning her gaze over the others. It was certainly a mix-matched crew, but it was balanced, which was good. It improved their chances of being able to handle any situation. That was something they would probably need.
{|O.O.C. :: emotion_kirakira emotion_yatta |}{|O.O.E. :: "Hello! My name is Anastasia. My mother is Aphrodite. How're you?" "it's a pleasure to meet you!"|}
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 3:19 pm
( - ✮ : TIME╮ IS A ↷ VALUABLE THING｡＇
xxxxxxx⊱ Watch it fly » by as the pendulum swings ⇣
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✱◟ The clock ticks ) life away
IT'S SO UNREAL × DIDN'T LOOK × OUT BELOWxxxxxxxxxxxx
⋮↘ Watch the time go ★★「 right out the windowxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxTrying to ━ : » hold on : but didn’t even know
WASTEIT↺ALLJUSTTO ━ 」xxx
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Nathaniel nodded towards the leader of the quest, a huntress of Artemis. She seemed competent and capable to him, and the type to get right down to business. He felt she would do almost anything to be sure the quest was successfully completed and that made him feel slightly better about the whole ordeal. After all, a quest was only as good as the person leading it, wasn’t it? He knew next to nothing about Melony, but he had his complete faith in her that Athena had put the fate of her missing son—and the world—in good hands. Despite that, the redhead hoped that she wasn’t too biased about males. At the moment, it didn’t appear like it—for either of the two huntresses really—but he had only been there for less than a minute. For all he knew, he could be completely wrong. He nodded at Morrigan in return, and did not feel foolish at all about it. Any animal intelligent to bow their head in greeting on cue deserved some sort of reply, at the very least. “The pleasure is mine,” he replied in his usual soft, smooth timbre.
When he heard his name cried out with joy, he turned in the direction of the source, only to find Anastasia lunging towards him, the space between them decreasing at a rapid rate. His eyes widened in surprise and he just barely managed to catch her around her middle with his arms so she wouldn’t fall, victoriously managing to stay on his feet and not stumble. He chuckled quietly once the surprise of her enthusiastic welcome had worn off, hugging her middle in return. He and Anastasia were moderately good friends and it had been a few days since he had last seen her. He was especially glad to see her familiar features in the mix of the strangers he was going on the quest with; she was at least one person he could speak with and feel completely comfortable around, at least. “It’s good to see you as well, Anastasia,” he said, a smile playing on his lips as he looked down at her, and he genuinely was. “You’re well, I trust? And not to worry, I’m in perfect health,” he added to assure her, quite aware of her paranoia that he was somehow fatally injured every time they met. Personally, he felt it was uncalled for; it was all originally Apollo’s fault, after all.
Nathaniel looked past Anastasia when he heard a male voice speaking to the group in French, visibly resigned to see that it was a son of Athena that he was less than fond of. Well, considering Myron hadn’t really done anything to him, he didn’t have a reason to feel any hostility to the demigod and truly didn’t. The fact that Myron felt hostility towards him made him less than thrilled about having him along on the quest though, but he was determined to act civil for the sake of the quest. He didn’t think Melony would be too pleased either if anything were to break out between the two boys, most likely holding up the quest. At Anastasia’s gesture, he released her and let her stand on her own two feet, a hand flashing up to her shoulder to steady her for a moment. He nodded stiffly in recognition towards Myron, but otherwise made no reply to his greeting. The son of Poseidon happened to be fluent in French, due to his mother’s insistence that he learn such a popular language. His accent wasn’t too shabby either after Evaline had helped him clean it up a bit so that it didn’t sound as strange as it once had been. However, he blinked when he heard Morrigan replying in perfect French, slightly surprised before the emotion settled again. After the summer he had been having, he had almost thought nothing would be able to surprise him anymore.
As Anastasia spoke with Melony, Nathaniel’s thoughts wandered to the Athena cabin. On his way to the stables to persuade Aces to give him a nighttime flight over New York, he had stopped by the cabin and slipped a note under Adele’s pillow. He hadn’t had the chance to tell her he would be gone for the next two weeks—and that it was possible that he may not return—but knew it would be rude to wake her in the middle of the night, so he had decided on scribbling a note that she would find in the morning. He was well aware that she would be concerned at his sudden disappearance and didn’t want to leave her with no notice of his leaving at all. He just hoped she wouldn’t take it too badly, considering the unstable emotional state she was usually in. He would know—his shirt had faithfully served as her tissue several times in the past. He sighed softly, looking up again as another voice tore himself away from his train of thought.
His brilliant green eyes fell on the demigod who had obviously overslept and ran all the way from his cabin to Half-Blood Hill, slightly amused. Briefly, he wondered how well he would get along with the son of Zeus. Nathaniel wasn’t much for rumors, but he still liked to file them away for future reference—there wasn’t much on this son of Zeus that he could recall though. Gavril appeared friendly enough, but the rivalry between their godly parents could possibly get in the way of forming any kind of friendship. The last thing Nathaniel needed was for two members of the quest to hate his guts because of his lineage, something he had never had any control over. “Better late than never, as they say,” Nathaniel replied with a shrug. In reality, he wasn’t that late. It had only been a minute since Myron had arrived on the hilltop, maybe less. He nodded politely. “I'm Nathaniel Felsic, son of Poseidon. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he greeted with a smile.
Nathaniel’s gaze swept over their group of six and he felt they had a good chance of success. There were two children of The Big Three, which would be advantageous both in a fight and with the two most popular ways of travel, by plane and ship. He had learned to sail a boat when he was young, and though he hadn’t done much sailing in the past couple years, he was confident he would still be able to if the need should arise. Any child of Athena was always a good person to have on your side for battle tactics and anything academically speaking. He also knew Anastasia to be a gifted charmspeaker , which would come in handy in any number of situations. As for the huntresses? They were experienced in fighting monsters and such, and had lots of experience due to their actual age and how much they traveled—they were a valuable asset no matter what angle you looked at it from. It was a well-balanced group and they had most bases covered, from intelligence to power, as well as everything else in between. The thought made him feel slightly more confident about the journey ahead. Nathaniel returned his gaze to Melony, waiting patiently to hear what she would say now that all the quest members had arrived.
( SON OF *◟⇣ POSEIDON )
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Dark Doe Alysse Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:04 pm
When Melony acknowledged him in french, Myron was slightly surprised; not that the huntress spoke french, but that she had a perfect french accent. Mind you, it was a different accent than Myron's. Having been born and (mostly) raised in the Canadian province of Quebec, Myron, of course, had a Quebec French accent, which was different from the Louisiana accent she spoke with. Of course, the different accents did not mean that he couldn't understand her, the French spoken in different regions wasn't that different. That and Myron was familiar with many different dialects. Of course, he couldn't deny the fact that it was rather surprising for the wolf to speak. It made sense though, huntresses were immortal, why shouldn't the huntress's immortal companion be able to speak? Of course, the wolf didn't have a determinable accent, but then again, she was a wolf, what could one expect? "Je suis désolé si j`étais tard." he told them respectfully, acknowledging Morrigan's information with a nod of his head, although he didn't mention that he had already figured that part out. "C`ést un plaisir de fait la connaissance de vous deux."
Myron's attention was then turned to the girl who had been clinging to the son of Poseidon - whom Myron had purposefully ignored - when she addressed him and offered him a smile and a kind of a half-curtsy that was strangely befitting to her. She seemed familiar to him, he knew he had seen her before, but he couldn't quite place her name, a strange occurrence for the son of Athena who remembered practically everything. Then again, he had been taking his medicine at Clarity's insistence recently, so that probably had something to do with it. For some reason (despite the fact that he had a girlfriend) he felt his heart skip a beat and begin to race, although he didn't let the unnatural feelings show on his face. It wasn't that the girl wasn't pretty, for she was, but more of the fact that Myron wasn't quite the 'love at first sight' kind of person, never once before had he felt this emotion upon first laying eyes on a girl. Of course, Myron had been around camp long enough to hazard a guess at who her godly parent was, and when the girl - Tasya as she introduced herself - that suspicion was confirmed. She was a daughter of Aphrodite, of course he was abnormally attracted to her.
And wait, had she said her name was Tasya? With a small smile, Myron realized why he had recognized her, she was the girlfriend of the leader of the Hecate cabin, Grey. Myron often saw the two of them together when he went to the Hecate cabin to see Clarity. Thinking of Clarity, he closed his eyes in the form of a mental sigh/groan. He hadn't been able to say goodbye to her this morning, but unfortunately he hadn't been able to wait around. He had passed by the Hecate cabin before coming to Half-blood hill (after Althea had returned to their cabin of course, Myron knew that his sister didn't exactly like Clarity) but unfortunately Arian (or at least he hoped it was Arian and not Cain) had been up, and Myron knew that knocking on the door and asking for Clarity wouldn't exactly be what even a non child of Athena would call a smart idea. That meant that he hadn't been able to say goodbye to her before he left for the quest. He hoped she would understand and that she wouldn't be too mad with him.
Realizing that he hadn't yet said anything in return to Tasya he looked up at her somewhat sheepishly. "Je vous prie de m'excuser pour mon impolitesse, Je pensais d'autres choses. C'est aussi un plaisir de vous fait la connaissance."
Hearing footsteps approach, Myron turned to see a blonde with a cap approaching. At the boy's worry about being late, he nodded along to Tasya's response. "I don't think you're that late," he mentioned, "I pretty much only just got here." As he spoke, he was suddenly painfully aware of the quebec accent that slipped through even into his English speech. It wasn't too bad, but still recognizable, especially among the range of accents of the demi-gods assembled. He would be much more comfortable speaking french, but unfortunately, only two of the other quest members appeared to speak the language, so it only made sense to speak English, the obviously common language among them.
|{Translations: I`m sorry if I`m late. It`s a pleasure to meet you both.
Please excuse my rudeness, my mind was elsewhere. It's also a pleasure to meet you. }|
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 10:15 am
I took a walk ⇥ around the✸world「To ease my ( TROUBLED ) mindI left my body ✦ lying some↝whereIN THE ●» SANDS OF TIME ↺BUT I WATCH THE WORLD FLOATTo the dark ☫ side of the moon☽I feel there is nothing I can doYOU CALLED ME STRONG:⊰ YOU CALLED ME WEAKBut still your ☆❜ secrets I will keep ↯〉
Melony looked at Marzia kindly, knowing that the younger Huntress was somewhat shy around males. She patted the girl's arm softly, responding to her question in a rather vague way, "Many places, I will go over all of that upon the arrival of our final team member." Then her eyes skipped across those who were already gathered, then down to her tall, imposing wolf. She wondered when the last would show up, and hoped he wouldn't take too long.
The Huntress turned her eyes to Tasya when she spoke again, and Melony felt a slight smirk rise to her face at the girl's dry humor. The woman's smile faded almost immediately, though not out of spite or any such negative emotion. Melony was simply not one to portray emotion overly much. She did, though, nod to Anastasia, satisfied that the girl was prepared. Torent was a good kid, and a protective brother. She really should not have had her doubts that the Latino man would make certain his sister was prepared for this quest that will no doubt be highly dangerous. Melony did, though, give another small smirk as she replied, "Salsa has its own difficulties. And I trust that your brother has properly prepared you. You seem competent enough." And so the girl did. She seemed like she had some grit in her, didn't seem like a complete snivelling ninny, as many of Aphrodite's daughters were.
The old Huntress' attention was, once again, pulled away when the final member of their quest finally arrived. A son of Zeus, Gavril Pendragon. Melony examined him closely for a long moment, assessing his skills and personality with an aged, expert eye. He seemed to be polite enough, and obviously had a great skill in endurance, judging by the way he immediately got his breathing under control. His apology for being late passed through Melony's head with a slight shock. She had met many a son of Zeus in her life, but never one who apologized so simply. Most sons of Zeus were rather arrogant, and Melony had half expected the boy to make a smart comment about how they were all lucky he'd shown up. The moment of shock passed very quickly, though, for Melony always had an adaptable mind. The Huntress nodded to the boy, "Melony Lazerescu. This wolf is Morrigan. No need to apologize, you were not overly late."
Now that everyone was finally assembled, Melony took a step back so that all of her quest mates were in front of her on the hill. Morrigan stood tall next to her mistress, nearly five feet, to be exact. Melony's pale eyes went from one quest member to the next, locking her striking eyes with each one for a second or two before she spoke, "You all know of the prophecy, and you all know what is at stake. I will lay this out bluntly. If we, us seven, do not find Athena's son in two weeks, the world will be facing a nuclear war the likes of which it has never seen before." She paused, letting her words sink in. She carefully gauged the emotions on each of the demi-god's faces, looking for any show of weakness or doubt. She was not overly worried about fear. Fear was good, it was smart to be afraid. No, she was looking for doubt in the faces of these children, doubt in their abilities or doubt that they would succeed. Melony had no time for doubt. They had to succeed, therefore they all had to believe it was possible. There was no other choice.
After her initial examination, Melony continued, "We will be leaving from here to the airport, where we'll take a plane to Virginia. Richmond to be exact." The thought of returning to her birthplace was alluring, even though she knew that there would be no way she'd be able to actually go and see her home. They had no time for nostalgia, Melony would just have to find some time after this quest was over to go and pay her respects to the people who raised her. She pushed those thoughts from her mind as she went on with her briefing, "My Lady and I have been able to track the Grey-Eyed Queen's son south, below Georgia. We're assuming that the man is trapped somewhere in Florida, most likely in the Bermuda Triangle..." She trailed off, realizing that that assumption was all that they truly had to go on, and she addressed this to the children, "I know that is rather vague, but it's the best lead that we have. Neither the Lady Artemis nor the Lady Athena can clearly perceive what is in the Triangle, thus the reason we suspect the general is being kept there." She paused a third time, looking at all of the children again, then turned halfway and motioned towards the bottom of the hill where a large, black SUV was awaiting them, "Let us get started. You can ask any questions whenever you wish." Then she turned and started down the hill with a commanding presence, as if ordering them all to follow without so much as a word. She rounded the hood of the truck and climbed into the driver's seat, letting Morrigan jump in and make her furry way to the very back of the SUV, where she laid down on the floor behind the back seat. The truck could hold nine people, and it was a military grade vehicle, offering plenty of space for the quest mates. Melony slid the key into the ignition and started the engine, sitting back to await the children.
{{Translation: }} Outfit
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