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@aglaophonosx-a
「 I don't want the world, but I'll take this city Who can blame a girl? Call me hot, not pretty. 」 ── tags
# AGLAOPHONOS ── ❛ a splendid voice ❜. low/sporadic activity. sideblog rp PIPER MCLEAN from PERCY JACKSON'S HEROES OF OLYMPUS. This blog was established in JUNE, 2024. default verse is written post BOO, as mun finishes up trials of apollo series! penned by cinna. follows back from @cinnamunspice
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HALLOWMEME
send one in for a Halloween starter!
“ What are you going to be for Halloween? “
“ Suggesting going into a graveyard in the middle of the night is exactly how countless horror movies start. “
“ I am not going to remake no ‘children of the corn’ shit with you. Go into that corn maze on your own. “
“ Look at how big that pumpkin is! “
“ Lets go on a hay ride! “
“ Do we really have to dress up in matching outfits? “
“ Yes we have to dress up in matching outfits! “
“ Dunking for apples is a basic part of the Halloween party experience. You gotta do it. “
“ Run like Jason is chasing you!!! “
“ What do you mean I’m too old for trick - or - treating? “
“ Stop eating all the candy! “
“ Don’t go to that house, they give out raisins. “
“ Who gives out dental floss on Halloween? “
“ I’m freezing my balls off out here! “
“ I don’t know why they think this particular job needs to have a sexy version ... “
“ Damn I make this costume look good! “
“ ... That’s some pretty realistic makeup ... are you sure you’re not hurt? “
“ Let’s stay in and watch scary movies instead “
“ I remember the haunted house being a lot more scary than this. “
“ I don’t really like scary things ... can we just do the fun cute things for Halloween instead? “
“ Oh god there’s another clown... “
“ We should go trick - or - treating in Colorado ... I bet they hand out weed! “
“ Put that Ouija Board down right now or so help me! “
“ Trying to talk to spirits is about the last thing on my list of fun things to do tonight. “
“ If you wake up haunted its not my fault. “
“ That’s not funny! You scared me half to death! “
“ The lesson of Halloween is that pretending to be something you're not will lead to a sweet reward. “
“There isn’t a tentacle stuck that I have to grab,” Percy parroted without a wasted beat, picturing in his mind an entire long, slippery appendage instead of what would likely be the barbs she was talking about. (Son of Poseidon, everyone.) “Even if there was”—and, listen, he wasn’t exactly thrilled to be getting this much of an up-close-and-personal look at Piper’s foot, but he also wasn’t about to not help if he could—“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t exactly be the victim here. Considering, y’know, it’s not like the jellyfish ripped your leg off.”
Did jellyfish tentacles actually count as legs . . . ? No, probably not. If Percy had Google available (though Annabeth was just as—if not more—useful), maybe he’d add “jellyfish anatomy” to his search history and start getting really weird ads, but the point here was that Piper was mostly fine. Her assailant was also most likely fine, if not a bit miffed about getting stepped on. (Could jellyfish feel emotions—? Another Google search. Percy hadn’t ever spoken to one before [and honestly would love to keep it that way].)
No matter who hurt who or who hurt more or whose fault it was in the end, Piper still very clearly was feeling it. So Percy took a seat beside her, eyes still tracking the irritated welt on her foot. “I could probably ease some of the pain,” he offered. “Not that I’m some expert healer or anything, but . . . the ocean’s right here. It’d be pretty stupid of me to not even try.”
"Okay, do not start taking this jellyfish's side, Percy. We are a team, here." And it's not like I saw the poor thing and decided to stomp on it, is moreso unsaid. Her cheeks are red, and she's feeling the embarrassment of the situation tenfold.
"I don't want to bug you with it. I'm sure the salt water will help anyway."
Piper's chewing on her bottom lip, and after a few measured breaths, she manages a grin and a thumbs up,
"Thanks for playing lifeguard. You're released of duty."
˖ ⭑₊˚ Wide eyes flickered to the other daughter of Aphrodite and the demigod laughed a wry laugh. Slim hands slid up to tie her hair into a ponytail at the back of her neck. She liked Piper, better than the other kids in cabin eleven, but sometimes she ached when she looked at her. No other camper looked quite as much like her friend used to, and no amount of penance would let her make up for being a part in losing them : that was her guilt. Fliss carried it by her chest always. What she wouldn't stand for though, was hearing her mother's other children talk shit on the dead. She shook her head and glared back at the cabin from her seat in the fields, ' murder is too messy. We would still have to clean it up before room checks on Thursday. '
— @aglaophonosx : ‘ are you plotting a murder ? a nuclear attack ? it’s fine , i’ll get on board , i’m sure you have a good reason . but just , let me know . ’
She's just happy she managed to get a small laugh out of the girl. Piper saw the weight of the guilt that continued to fester, and bubble up -- and their siblings couldn't help it at times. Gossip was going to be gossip, and shit-talking was going to be shit-talking. That didn't mean either of them needed to let it fly in the slightest.
The years on Piper did nothing but steel her will. Her blade stayed as sharp as her tongue. As head counselor, her voice snapped a biting reply that sent some looks of varying degrees of regret. Piper's fiddling with the notebook, half filled out, in her hands. She wants to reach out to the other girl, so she does. Soft hands. The verbal blade lowers.
"Maybe..." She hums. "But if that's what it takes, I don't mind a bit of clean-up." Piper tilts her head, inquiring.
"Are you going to be okay? You know... I probably could delay my flight by a week or two."
Hey, so, cut a guy a little bit of slack here; Leo had determined ages ago that anyone who looked at Jason and didn’t find him . . . mildly attractive was blind or lying, so— Pipes could volley the teasing right back all she dang well wanted, and Leo felt the best possible response would be a shrug emoji. Like, Yeah, sue me for finding blond Superman hot. He knew she wouldn’t be offended . . . or even remotely threatened by the shared attraction (I mean, jeez, Leo being a threat to anyone in that category was one of the most hilarious jokes he could come up with). What brought her to lunge at him like a feral cat had nothing to do with that—
And apparently all to do with his insistence on continuing to work. Wasn’t that, like, a good thing . . . ? To have this sort of “work ethic”? Basically the best possible attitude in any interview, right?
Time and place, Valdez. Time and place.
Did he let out an admittedly not very manly squeak upon impact? Sure. But just as quickly, he’s flailing in his friend’s tight grip, half-laughing, half-whining as she tugs him down to that blanket like a more well-mannered wrestler. “Girl, I swear—” Leo detangles one of his hands to playfully pinch her side. “You’re lucky I like you, or I’d be a lot more cross about this whole thing. You don’t wanna piss off a guy with firepower, do you?” And yet, the threat’s emptier than his stomach currently. He knows that. She knows that. Just as well as she knows she can just hold him down or continue to yank him away from work and eventually succeed, so . . .
A mature dude knew when to admit defeat. And Leo figured he ought to attempt maturity occasionally.
“So, my fair but strong lady,” Leo croons once he’s sat his butt down and proven he’ll stay, “is your version of lunch really just water and some PB crackers? Not even jelly involved—? I feel like I'm on some dumb school field trip, but like . . . without the juice boxes.”
If only she'd understand the torrent, never-ending cogs of the machine that cranked away in Leo's brain. Perhaps she'd be able to throw some sweet words at him, get her hands dirty and work at the gears needed, to understand exactly how it ran.
But, she didn't, and that was cool because... well. It's Leo. And even if she didn't quite get everything, she liked being near him regardless. The words tumble out, and it's hopelessly honest.
"Well. I like you, too. Don't forget it."
Piper's flushed grin from their play fight quickly twists into a soured look. Yeah, okay, johnny storm, she wants to joke. It's probably clear on her face when she leans forward and flicks his forehead.
"It's strawberry infused water, first off. And second, they're not crackers... they're miniature crisp breadbites." Despite it all, she's digging into her bag and pulling out a capri-sun that was snagged just for him. "They're not meant to be a meal, hothead. It's like, a cute little snack before dinner. Le goûter."
Letting out a drawn-out sigh, Persephone brings two fingers up to rub the space between her eyebrows. "Well, your friends, aren't here. I have never heard of them before." Looks like this was going nowhere. Somehow, an amnesiac teenager found herself in the club and now Persephone had to deal with it. Best would be to just drive her around town for a while in a car with tinted windows so she couldn't see where the club was located and just let it be...
That was an increasingly interesting idea till she made a remark that made Persephone choke on her cigarette.
Coughing loudly, she chucked the cigarette out the window and leaned out of it to get some fresh air in. Hand patting her chest several times before she calmed down. "What did you just say?!" Her voice, sharp, harsh.
Was this kid messing with her? Just saying whatever? Persephone knew of only one Aphrodite. The Aphrodite. But Aphrodite had only one child, and only through informal adoption. And this lost little girl was most certainly not Eros. Especially since a quick glance at the screens on her desk revealed that Eros himself was having a drink at the bar; he was here practically every other night. So she'd know if something was off.
"Look here, lost little girl. This place is just a club, what are you talking about navigating it? There is literally a door that leads to the streets of the city. There you can just grab a cab or call an Uber and just... leave."
"Despite the name, it's not the underworld. Just a little inside joke as the owner." "And I don't know who you're talking about... Aphrodite? Don't know your mother." Provoking. Seeing what the girl was going to do now. Because this situation became more and more confusing. Was she really talking about that Aphrodite? The same one? Surely not... they'd know? The Idols would all know if that happened.
So, scratch that out: She's not dead.
That's good. She was really under the impression that she was dead.
And why that would be Piper's assumption does nothing more than create additional questions in her mind. It's supplied easily enough, my life is dangerous, as a demigod. I live a dangerous life.
But why? How?
The teenager watches as the smoke continues to fill the room, watches as Persephone chokes on her own cigarette.
"Not a little girl. I'll be eighteen, soon." Bold words that made her feel quite small. She stands. If she's not dead, and she's not waiting for something, someone, then she needed to go out and find them. A girl with golden blonde hair comes to mind, another boy with a soft grin, lip scarring gracing its features, the smell of fire and smoke, playful, sweet eyes, a laugh-- another, another, another-- just ghosts, shades of people that she wished she could remember in full detail. People she loved. Cared about. But as soon as they entered her mind, they flickered away, almost like they were in muddy, unclear waters.
"I don't know her well, either. Life of a demigod. Thank you for the clarification-- I'll... figure something out." Piper takes her leave.
( from @aglaophonosx )
She can't remember the last time she had a day like this. The summer sun beat over the three teens, and she's actually happy for the time to relax with Annabeth under the hot sun-- Percy's off riding the waves and occasionally doing some feat with the water in a impressive display, likely for her friend's sake-- but she enjoyed it all the same. The heats becoming a little too unbearable now, and she yawns. Time for a water break.
Piper stretches, puts down the old ipod with some audiobooks playing out, and shuffles towards the waves. Looking back, she'd deny any claims of shrieks, yelling, or other pearl clutching behavior... but in the moment? Feeling a sudden sharp sting at her feet hurt. Bad.
"Ow!"
Glancing down, she realized a poor jellyfish had washed offshore. She quickly sits down, hissing over the pain in her foot. One thing at a time, 'Pipes. The teenager calls out,
"Percy!"
@aglaophonosx || summertime vibes!!
Look, it's not like he's intentionally showing off. He's expertly navigating those waves, sure, occasionally manipulating the water to help propel him when he needs it—all in good fun. All just for the thrill of it. Absolutely nothing else going on here. Definitely not. Like he's that kind of guy . . .
But if Annabeth just so happens to look over at the right moment, then—? He's not going to not keep doing what he's doing.
The only reason he eventually does stop has nothing to do with Annabeth. Really, it's probably the one time he hopes she isn't watching, as a sudden shriek from Piper does enough to send him cartwheeling into the closest swell of saltwater. If he was aiming for some mix of dive and belly flop, he would've aced it, easy.
Percy has just enough time submerged beneath the waves to think to himself, I'd make a really lame superhero—panicking at a girl's scream instead of hastily going to save her and all.
But Piper, thankfully, usually didn't really need saving.
She'd cried out in what sounded like pain, though. Then called for Percy specifically. So, once he's righted himself in the water, he coaxes it to push him to shore as quickly as possible. “Hey! You okay?” He's looking at her first, checking for any sign of visible injury. “What's—” His eyes land on the culprit, there washed up in the sand. “Oh.”
And like it's a spider Annabeth has requested he wash down the sink, Percy pulls in a fresh wave to scoop the jellyfish back out to sea. He kneels at Piper's side. “Did it get you good? Let me have a look.”
continued from here with @tidaltow !
Okay. First off: Wasn't a loud scream. Piper's pretty sure she'd remember a small, reasonable reaction (hers) to a Hollywood starlet's first ever big scream on a horror flick (totally not hers). It sucked, and it hurt, and actually, she thinks her yell was normal. Jellyfish weren't supposed to be here. Her mind's been wandering to crabs that will occasionally poke out of sand, and that's it. And maybe some sharp shells. Oh-- and mysterious seaweed that looks like it could house horrors beyond comprehension. But, like, that was it. Yep. Jellyfish were the furthest idea for threats in her mind.
Second: if she knew what Percy was thinking about spiders and drains, Piper would be all too quick to remind anyone in a nearby vicinity that not only do sea-spiders exist, but they are huge (in her opinion). Who needs space horror when nautical exploration takes us exactly where we need to go, and seventy-one percent of the earth is covered in it?
Steeling her nerves, Piper forced herself to lock in, and give Percy a watery smile and thumbs up. Her eyes then drag to the little creature being swept up back into the ocean. Goodbye little friend. Back to the depths of hell, where you may not sting me again. Her nose is scrunched up, and this sting is very minor, a graze even, but the pain, like, really was rocking her shit right now. Offering her foot to be inspected, Piper grimaced,
"No, I'm okay-- just, like, please tell me there isn't a tentacle stuck that you have to grab, Percy."
ooc. sorry guys, i got the major sads blues for the summer. it will probably happen again
“Take a break, she says,” Leo drawls, sharing a look with his yet again malfunctioning (Expert mechanic!) dragon that practically seeps the very sentiment of Can you believe this chick? Nevertheless, with the dexterity of probably the most skilled and sought-after demigod in existence, Leo reaches out his free hand to snag that rag . . . as it then just slips right through his fingers and crumples in a tiny heap beside him. It’s hardly spared a glance. His fingers flutter uselessly in the air before snapping and returning to the hot metal of Festus’s leg.
Warming his palms, he begins bending some of the bronze (just slightly, barely noticeable—only enough to give him more room to see beyond the casing), and he snickers some in a delayed response to the mention of platforms. (Is that what those are called . . . ? The more you know.) The offer’s tempting in a really . . . masochistic way. Because, dang, he’d always wondered why girls felt the need to torture themselves like that— Maybe it’s only fair some guys did the same thing to understand their plights.
To be explored at a later time.
For now . . .
Finally, he feels it’s worth giving Piper a little bit more attention. And by that, he means . . . Well, obviously sneaking a peek at the sights she’s mentioned.
Big mistake, too. As his gaze follows hers to the subject of her “tall” comment, Leo hates that he ends up staring for a lot longer than he means to. The semi-annoyed little half grumble he makes before he mentally shakes himself and forces his attention back on Piper is probably more than a good enough response. But he digs up his voice as quickly as he can, anyway. As always. “Yeah, I see your ‘no one,’” he says, tongue creeping playfully through his teeth as he shifts an elbow to nudge her. “You think we should start charging some sort of admission . . . ? We’d make loads.”
Sometimes ignoring the antagonizing words of a loved one was the kindest thing one could do. Because the slow words of her friend, and the look he was sharing with a machine, made her itch to give him a noogie or something of that same degree. The contrasting feeling of the hot air and cool breeze made the small amount of sweat on her brow feel stagnant. Piper tugs her shoes off, and adjusts in her seat on the ground.
Okay. So. Leo wanted to be difficult, huh? Piper's retort to his 'no one' (in all fairness? stupid of her to say.) tease is met with an equally teasing,
"Yeah, I bet you do!"
She snatches the rag back, and in one swift motion, her arms are encircling the other's waist (trapped!) and she is tugging him to the blanketed ground: half tackle, half hug. Okay. Now it's time to ruffle up his hair and try to wipe away at all the grease stains.
"Absolutely not! This show isn't for public consumption. No one is getting admission 'cept, like, me and you. And I'll revoke VIP treatment, Leo Valdez, if you don't sit your butt down and eat lunch with me."
Marisol took a deep breath, following on the other demigod's instruction.
Letting her shoulders drop, she shook her head slowly.
"Not that I remember." She said. "See, I can shapeshift, and every year since I got here I learned I could shapeshift into a new animal."
There was a pause, memories of the past edition of Capture The Flag coming to mind.
"Austin told me to stay behind and watch the flag, shapeshift and surprise someone if necessary." She explained. "But then, I didn't hear anyone approaching for minutes and... I started singing."
Yeah, that part wasn't too crazy to Piper. She smiles encouragingly, and rubs the other girl's back as she sits back and listens to her story.
"Yeah, for sure. I have a friend who's like that, too."
The teenager doesn't want to push. It seems like it's a necessary thing, however, to nudge. She remembers what a fuzzy memory can feel like. The frustration. The panic. The doubt. What's real? What isn't?
"Okay, cool. So you, like, started to sing, and then began to glow? Kind of like Rapunzel in that Disney movie?"
AS SAID BY KASUMI GOTO * assorted dialogue from mass effect 2 and 3, adjust as necessary
i swear to god, i didn't touch anything.
in case i don't see you again, thanks. that was a lot of fun.
and the "boxers or briefs" question is finally answered.
there's a certain aura about you. like you've seen things no one else has.
there's no way you're recruiting me to fight in a galactic war.
i wouldn't bring you here if it wasn't dangerous.
this is our stop.
you say the nicest things.
i'm a thief. stealing? it's who i am.
by the way, are you going to call security?
hey, come on. i never get caught.
ugh, i really need to avoid dairy.
you know, twenty years from now, this could be worth a fortune.
all right. i'm in.
nice working with you again.
this place has more money than it knows what to do with.
well... nobody's perfect.
hey, i'm nostalgic, not dead.
i like the seedier towns. they're prettier.
maybe when we're done with the mayhem thing, i could come back and... recover a thing or two.
now stop bothering me!
this is all i have left.
i imagine with all that's happened, old friends are becoming a luxury.
you know what i haven't had in ages? ramen.
come back later. i'm sure i'll have more to talk about.
i'm not really sure what to do with myself.
i'll stay off the grid. no one will know i exist.
well, that didn't go as expected.
we've never seen each other in person.
no one knows what i look like.
if we're lucky, you won't even have to draw your gun.
i always expect trouble. that's why you're here.
we should probably wrap this up.
see you on the ship.
you'd look really out of place at a society party in armor, don't you think?
i was just thinking about you.
i go through everyone's drawers.
[name] won't be able to keep his eyes off you.
getting it back will be easier with your help.
please tell me your password, [name].
good to finally meet you. i'm a fan.
my grandmother used to make the best ramen.
honestly, i'm shocked they didn't come to see me sooner.
it's my fault for being hard to find.
i'm the best thief in the business, not the most famous. need to watch my step to keep it that way.
i needed to make sure all this was legit.
you're the real deal.
even without knowing what you looked like, i knew it was you.
that's a bit of a story.
they were looking for me, so i trailed them to find out why.
i guess it slipped their minds.
i'm planning to get it back.
you'll get a briefing when the time comes.
i have a way in, and i think you're going to love it.
you'll want to look presentable.
you look great. you should wear this stuff more often.
you have been waiting patiently.
they won't hassle you over a sidearm.
you have excellent taste in underwear.
i thought about living here for a while, but everybody's so tight-ass.
it's all about money to these people.
i do what i do for the love of it. these people do it because they don't know any better.
i'm not a scientist.
this is why i don't put strange liquids in my mouth.
it's a plant!
was i that obvious?
people are talking out there... and i hear it all.
sounds like you two had a nice date.
it's nice to be able to look out a window for a change.
how many bedrooms does this place have?
i'm not really lactose intolerant, i just don't put up with lactose's stupid drama.
there's something about the feel of actual paper in your hands.
Persephone's gaze remains fixed on this lost little girl. Being reminded of someone else when that particular term comes to mind. Resulting in a frustrated click of the tongue. Rummaging around her pocket to pull out a cigarette and lighter. For some reason, all the lost little girls found their way to Underworld. Taking a few steps away from her desk, she leans against a wall closest to the window and cracks it open just enough to let the cold air in. Lighting up the stick and pressing it between painted lips, exhaling loudly as she pockets the lighter. All the while thinking. Thinking about the names offered. Neither of them were familiar to her; and Persephone knew everyone who was allowed entry.
"Sorry, little girl. But neither of these names make me recall anything. And I know everything about this place, it is mine, after all." Taking the cigarette between her fingers, she blows out the smoke towards the window, all the while keeping an eye on the confused kid sitting in the chair. Something was off... Why would she only notice her now? Why had none of her employees or the other Idols mentioned her? She just happens to be there? And enjoy the atmosphere? Most people are already inside anyway, they rarely deviate from their usual times.
No reason to keep grilling this lost little girl. "Well, for now, take a moment to calm down." Another hit of the cigarette as she marches across the office to grab a clean cup which she filled with water from a carafe; and passing it over to the girl. "I'm Persephone. And you're currently in Underworld." A grin plays on her lips, hands slipping into her pockets as she paces back over to the window. "Not the Underworld, just Underworld. A little branding problem I have."
"This club is very exclusive. I personally pick out the people who get a card for access. Hence, my rather rough behavior with you earlier... Minors in clubs is what'll get you shut down. So don't worry. It's in my own best interest to just set you loose again."
"Once we sort out how you got here, of course. So do try to rack your brain." She's smiling! Her eyes aren't...
Piper tried to not make a face about the cigarette being lit, smoke filling the room. But she's not super sure about her ability to conceal things, right now. It's probably plain on her face as her nose scrunches up at the strong stench.
"They are my friends." There's something else, at the tip of her tongue, but she's not sure if she can reach it inside of her mind and grasp onto it. Despite the Goddess' suggestion, she continued to wrack at her brain. Piper's lips were red from her biting at it, painful spikes at dehydrated lips. She's not sure how to feel about the little girl comparison. A seventeen-year-old was old enough, right? The protest dies as soon as she thinks it.
The teenager takes the drink. Won't quite drink it, yet. Is she a part of this world? This club. This underworld... she did not belong, not quite. She picks at the small braid, behind her ear, her hair still a thick and beautiful in its shaggy form. Her eyes landed on the small ring she wore with two doves.
"oh-- I--" Something clicked.
"I'm a daughter of Aphrodite, miss. I..." She looks around,
"Underworld... I wouldn't know how to navigate it."
cont. from @cosmoteer ❤️
Piper had yet to receive this kind of delicate attention to detail from any god or goddess. Artemis felt so... hands on. Not some distant, out-of-touch Olympian that would only grace her presence with something annoying or... deathly. Not only did she and the hunters listen so carefully about her story-- wandering too far off into the woods, and having to scrape off the kinds of monsters that dwelled deep, attracted by her demigod scent-- but here she was, her wounds being dressed and attended to.
Her cheeks flushed a bright red at the careful attention, and she murmured a very grateful 'thank you' as a pamphlet is placed into her lap.
She knows what this whole thing's about. Piper imagines that it's a great recruitment technique, for a Goddess to be so active. It helps that she's a protector of young women. Can't exactly do the 'protecting' from a throne. Piper clears her throat. She's getting off-topic.
"I appreciate the offer, and your healing prowess, Lady Artemis, but, um... I don't know if this is for me."
At the end of the day? It's gonna be a no, from the daughter of Aphrodite-- even the thought of giving up girls, boys, anyone; it depresses her. Not that she'd be devoid of love, in some of its forms, but... Piper wanted to experience it all, even in her short life.
Wanted to experience life as an adult, properly. Mortality was scary, but it was equally exciting. This thought sits with her. And then... an idea strikes her fancy. The teen scrounges around in her backpack, and pulls out a tiny beanie-boo clip on stuffed animal. She had this toy for years, the adorable rainbow dog clipped onto her backpack as she struggled to get through school. Piper offers this to the Goddess.
"I would like you to have this." She grimaces, growing more flushed,
"Ah- It counts, right? I was never much of a doll kind of girl, growing up..."
“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.” ( from @aglaophonosx to artemis! )
Hurt Comfort Starters || Accepting || @aglaophonosx
Artemis listened impressed as Piper told her story. She motioned to Thalia to go get something. She nodded along her legs crossed and totally engaged. She was ignoring the crackle of the fire and boys who had come along with her. "Are you sure it was a 'guy' and not a creature or a monster of some description." Artemis was always after a good hunt. Artemis checked Piper quickly looking her wounds up and down. There was nothing life threatening, some cuts, some bruises nothing that required stitches. Still, Artemis reached out to help Piper clean and dress her injuries. Artemis wasn't her brother when it came to healing but she knew her own way around the first aid kit.
Thalia came back and handed a pamphlet to Artemis who then in turn placed it on Piper's lap. Inside it detailed all the benefits of joining the hunt, archery training, sisterhood and immortality.
"We're always looking for recruits, look this over. We take in women and nymphs of all backgrounds. Another option that's open that isn't Camp Halfblood."
@aglaophonosx sent a raven ; "I know what it's like to be alone." / lonely starters.
"with the dead all around and the prying eyes of the immortals, the mother gaea beneath our feet ; are we ever TRULY alone?"
"It's like the feeling of being surrounded by everyone at a party, but you're by yourself. Just because you're physically here doesn't mean it doesn't feel lonely." She explains, twirling a bit of her choppy locks- a nervous habit.
"Sometimes, growing up: I'd be with my dad, but it'd feel like I was just by myself. I felt invisible in school. I felt ignored outside. It's a human condition, isn't it? That's the first part. Saying it out loud. Letting others share in those feelings."
@aglaophonosx will hug!
[❇]—;
He looked surprised and slightly horrified as the other hugged him. He was not used to well demigods as he looked around awkwardly. "I uh...." He was not qualified to help. "There , there?"
A touch of over-eagerness, and a general air of comfortability had the daughter of Aphrodite introduce herself with a hug. Her cheeks are pink, and she pulls back quickly, offering a hand instead.
"Piper." She introduces herself. The God of Dragons. How neat. It reminded her of a good friend's obsession with his own metal one.
"It's very nice to meet you."
