I was angry — you know what that was like, don’t you? The uncertainty, the danger, the helplessness? Maybe if I’d been older I’d have made a better choice, but I can’t go back anymore than you can. I can’t save them, I can’t stop what happened.
But wouldn’t you have done the same? If it had been one of yours? He asked me to go, and I had to. That was practically my brother, you know what family means to me.
You know how it was — you know what they’ll do to me if you take me back.
[…]
So I’ve left New York, I’ve gone out west — back home. Don’t come looking, don’t ask my folks’. I’m staying with an old friend and his grandmother on the mainland, and I won’t cause you or the camp any trouble. Just […] just forget you ever met me. Tell Chiron or whoever’s running things after the shit show in manhattan that I’m dead.
I’m sorry. For everything.
Sincerely,
O. H. Monroe
O. H. Monroe -
Age - 17
Parentage - unclaimed, grandchild of an arbutus dryad.
Allegiance(s) -
CHB (past)
Kronos’ army (past)
Current status - Rogue demigod, missing person (presumed dead)
Nationality - Canadian
(More information to be added)
Mun -
Mun is a minor. I’ve been in and out of tumblr rp since 2024, usually in DC but across multiple fandoms. I am a bit rusty though so please bare with me lol
I’m good with long-form, short form, and basically any form of non-nsfw rp :D
Misc. -
Tagging system as follows -
#ooc - ooc
#letters to camp half blood - lore and/or actual letters to muse’s friends/family/etc. mostly exposition but if someone wants to add on to them please do
#cold coast - plot or longer rp threads that have impact on muse
#ifnothingelseremember - thread/interaction/etc happened in the past
#arbutus - shorter or random interactions (basically shitposts/shitpost interactions)
#missingpersonsreport - random info on muse
Any reoccurring characters/ocs (of other blogs) will get their own tags as long as it’s okay with the other mun :D
[This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to use canon characters or OCs to interact, this is my first time writing a starter, so I apologise for any mistakes :]
Finn was sitting against a tree, hugging his bag to his chest, seemingly only half conscious and bleeding from what looked like claw marks when you came across him. He had just shadow travelled away from a fight with some gryphons, which he thought would be a good way to escape at the time, though was now regretting it. The demigod didn't look in any way ready to fight, but as he noticed you he fumbled for his sword and pushed himself into a standing position, using his cane to keep himself upright.
"Who are you?" he demanded. This wasn't his usual demeanor, but he was weary of being approached when he was injured, he wasn't going to risk getting killed because he let his guard down.
It had been a long couple of weeks since they’d left camp — supplies dwindling with every rest stop, hat pulled low other their eyes whenever anything odd drew near. They weren’t really on anyone’s good side at the moment, and they certainly weren’t looking to run into another half blood. That being said, the boy looked about five seconds from passing out — or bleeding out — and Monroe wasn’t heartless. Plus, whatever attacked him didn’t seem to be around anymore.
They reached into their bag, rummaging around for any ambrosia left when the boy suddenly got up, though by the way he shook it didn’t seem that he’d be able to put up much of a fight.
“I’m Jo,” it was a fake name, one they’d been using in the past few towns. “I’m getting out some ambrosia — you look like you need it, so don’t go attacking me while I’m rooting around my bag, okay?”
They pull out a slightly squashed golden square, about a fifth of what they had left of the general demigod healing kit, holding it out to the boy as a peace offering. He didn’t seem to recognize them, which either meant that they’d never run into each other at camp or that they’d just stumbled upon an untrained demigod out in the wild. Neither of those options were good, but the first was marginally better than the second.
“Mhm, sorry” he dropped back to the ground, clutching his side and putting his head down, not that he really wanted to but he didn’t think trying anything else would be possible.
“…thanks” he mumbled as he took the ambrosia with his free hand, inspecting it before eating it.
Monroe could tell from some of his wounds that he’d either been attacked by gryphons or had tried to steal from a pack of harpies, but on closer inspection the blood loss shouldn’t have made him so lethargic. In their opinion, the kid looked half dead.
“So,” they crouched down next to him. “What happened to you?”
The sun was setting, the gold of the sky would have been nice on most days, but that was when they knew that most monsters would ignore their presence. With an unknown demigod around, one that had clearly been attacked, they couldn’t guarantee they’d go unnoticed come nightfall out in the open.
“Gryphons… maybe concussion, shadow travelled too far as well, or at least I think? I’m not really sure where we are haha~” he explained, now facing the other demigod, wincing at his attempt to laugh.
“Uhm no? -Well unless you count a place I’m assuming is over 3000 miles away where I’d probably be arrested- yeah no.” he answered, nervously murmuring under his breath.
A big 3 kid — one of Hades’ at that. There were more? Admittedly, Monroe hadn’t been keeping up with much in the way of demigod society after the war, but for the kid to be a forbidden child was surprising. It did explain the attack though, as well as the fact he seemed a bit out of it.
The boy muttered something under his breath, something about 3000 miles — what was that in klicks? — and getting arrested. Either way, it wasn’t safe to be out in the middle of nowhere like this, and given the boy’s response it didn’t seem that he’d be able to find his way to somewhere safe on his own.
Shaking their head a bit, they reach out for the boy’s bag. “Let me carry that,” were they really doing this? They held their other hand out to help the boy up. It didn’t seem he’d rat them out, not that he could unless he was willing to risk shadow travel twice in a day.
“I’ve got a place about 15 minutes north where you can rest up, it’s not safe for you to be out like this after dark.”
"Uh thanks? Yeah... thanks." he accepted their hand and pulled himself up, though not before wiping some blood off his own and grabbing his cane with his other hand.
"You're not trying to kill me, right? Really can't be arsed with that right now." he was obviously joking, but he did sort of mean it, he was also hoping this wouldn't be anything like what happened with Luke –Gods, how long had it been? Four years? Yeah.– four years ago.
He stumbled a little when he was standing but managed to regain his balance, muttering an apology and rubbing his eyes after he'd dropped Monroe's hand.
“Nothing like that, don’t worry” they answer. It would have been an absurd question a few years back, but since the war it had become all too real. They’d never quite forgiven the camp for that. “But if you try anything, I will.” They tack on.
Walking ahead through the brush, they ducked under a low-hanging spruce branch, their bag rattling with what was left of their drachmas and regular coin.
“So, what’s brought you out here,” they pause for a moment. The boy hadn’t given his name. Had they asked? “And how’d you end up in a scrap with Gryphons?”
"I won't. I won't try attacking, I mean." he was quiet for a second, processing the question as he followed them, crouching under the branch, vision swimming when he got up too fast.
"Uh, I didn't really plan on 'here', just trying to get away as far and quickly as possible." he said, pushing his hair out his face, "As for the second question... I'm not sure. I don't understand those weird lion-bird things and can't think very clearly right now"
Monroe turned back to look at the boy, “Take it easy now, I can’t have you passing out on me.” They slowed their pace, falling only about a pace ahead of him.
The path was rooted and gnarled, not anywhere close to how it was back home, but still enough for them to hold out an arm for balance in some of the particularly twisted sections. Of all their grandmother’s earthly gifts, stability was not one of them. It would only be a few more minutes until they arrived at the cabin. But it wasn’t a distance they’d want to go on a twisted ankle.
“So, what’s your name?” They asked, turning slightly to the boy while keeping an eye on the path ahead. The boy seemed rather clueless on the monsters end, but clearly was skilled enough if he knew how to shadow travel. Plus, despite his state, it seemed like he knew at least the basics on how to wield a sword.
“And when’d you find out about,” they tacked on, vaguely motioning their arm in the air. “All this?”
"Finnley." he answered, keeping his eyes on the path. If he wasn't usually clumsy, he certainly was now, and he really didn't want to make any more of a fool of himself than he felt he already had.
"A few years ago, uhhh... four? I was claimed then, but sorta knew for longer. Used to be called..."
Devil spawn. No. You killed them all, Lei. I didn't- Murderer. ...Stop. I swear I didn't, I swear- I couldn't do anything, I swear- Liar.
He froze. Shutting down at the memories. He knew it was probably a bad idea to think of anything that happened before he left the Princess Andromeda but it was too late, he was now just standing there. Stuck.
Four years..? They might have been out of the loop with camp, but a child of the big 3? They would have known if he’d been a threat to the army. Halfway through his sentence, the boy — Finnley, got quiet, but Monroe could guess at what came next. Monsters and demigods alike didn’t tend to be kind to children of darker gods, as a friend of their’s had proved years ago.
He looked shaken, mentally and physically. They weren’t a fan of taking any longer, but it didn’t seem like much they could do about it lest they pick the boy up and carry him back. Even with all their strength, the time on the road had sapped too much energy to attempt it.
“Yeah, no problem,” they nodded, turning to face Finn. Putting the pack down, they did a scan of the trees. Nothing felt off, nor were any of the dryads disturbed — a good sign. “Do you…” they trailed off. Was this a bad time to ask?
[This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to use canon characters or OCs to interact, this is my first time writing a starter, so I apologise for any mistakes :]
Finn was sitting against a tree, hugging his bag to his chest, seemingly only half conscious and bleeding from what looked like claw marks when you came across him. He had just shadow travelled away from a fight with some gryphons, which he thought would be a good way to escape at the time, though was now regretting it. The demigod didn't look in any way ready to fight, but as he noticed you he fumbled for his sword and pushed himself into a standing position, using his cane to keep himself upright.
"Who are you?" he demanded. This wasn't his usual demeanor, but he was weary of being approached when he was injured, he wasn't going to risk getting killed because he let his guard down.
It had been a long couple of weeks since they’d left camp — supplies dwindling with every rest stop, hat pulled low other their eyes whenever anything odd drew near. They weren’t really on anyone’s good side at the moment, and they certainly weren’t looking to run into another half blood. That being said, the boy looked about five seconds from passing out — or bleeding out — and Monroe wasn’t heartless. Plus, whatever attacked him didn’t seem to be around anymore.
They reached into their bag, rummaging around for any ambrosia left when the boy suddenly got up, though by the way he shook it didn’t seem that he’d be able to put up much of a fight.
“I’m Jo,” it was a fake name, one they’d been using in the past few towns. “I’m getting out some ambrosia — you look like you need it, so don’t go attacking me while I’m rooting around my bag, okay?”
They pull out a slightly squashed golden square, about a fifth of what they had left of the general demigod healing kit, holding it out to the boy as a peace offering. He didn’t seem to recognize them, which either meant that they’d never run into each other at camp or that they’d just stumbled upon an untrained demigod out in the wild. Neither of those options were good, but the first was marginally better than the second.
“Mhm, sorry” he dropped back to the ground, clutching his side and putting his head down, not that he really wanted to but he didn’t think trying anything else would be possible.
“…thanks” he mumbled as he took the ambrosia with his free hand, inspecting it before eating it.
Monroe could tell from some of his wounds that he’d either been attacked by gryphons or had tried to steal from a pack of harpies, but on closer inspection the blood loss shouldn’t have made him so lethargic. In their opinion, the kid looked half dead.
“So,” they crouched down next to him. “What happened to you?”
The sun was setting, the gold of the sky would have been nice on most days, but that was when they knew that most monsters would ignore their presence. With an unknown demigod around, one that had clearly been attacked, they couldn’t guarantee they’d go unnoticed come nightfall out in the open.
“Gryphons… maybe concussion, shadow travelled too far as well, or at least I think? I’m not really sure where we are haha~” he explained, now facing the other demigod, wincing at his attempt to laugh.
“Uhm no? -Well unless you count a place I’m assuming is over 3000 miles away where I’d probably be arrested- yeah no.” he answered, nervously murmuring under his breath.
A big 3 kid — one of Hades’ at that. There were more? Admittedly, Monroe hadn’t been keeping up with much in the way of demigod society after the war, but for the kid to be a forbidden child was surprising. It did explain the attack though, as well as the fact he seemed a bit out of it.
The boy muttered something under his breath, something about 3000 miles — what was that in klicks? — and getting arrested. Either way, it wasn’t safe to be out in the middle of nowhere like this, and given the boy’s response it didn’t seem that he’d be able to find his way to somewhere safe on his own.
Shaking their head a bit, they reach out for the boy’s bag. “Let me carry that,” were they really doing this? They held their other hand out to help the boy up. It didn’t seem he’d rat them out, not that he could unless he was willing to risk shadow travel twice in a day.
“I’ve got a place about 15 minutes north where you can rest up, it’s not safe for you to be out like this after dark.”
"Uh thanks? Yeah... thanks." he accepted their hand and pulled himself up, though not before wiping some blood off his own and grabbing his cane with his other hand.
"You're not trying to kill me, right? Really can't be arsed with that right now." he was obviously joking, but he did sort of mean it, he was also hoping this wouldn't be anything like what happened with Luke –Gods, how long had it been? Four years? Yeah.– four years ago.
He stumbled a little when he was standing but managed to regain his balance, muttering an apology and rubbing his eyes after he'd dropped Monroe's hand.
“Nothing like that, don’t worry” they answer. It would have been an absurd question a few years back, but since the war it had become all too real. They’d never quite forgiven the camp for that. “But if you try anything, I will.” They tack on.
Walking ahead through the brush, they ducked under a low-hanging spruce branch, their bag rattling with what was left of their drachmas and regular coin.
“So, what’s brought you out here,” they pause for a moment. The boy hadn’t given his name. Had they asked? “And how’d you end up in a scrap with Gryphons?”
"I won't. I won't try attacking, I mean." he was quiet for a second, processing the question as he followed them, crouching under the branch, vision swimming when he got up too fast.
"Uh, I didn't really plan on 'here', just trying to get away as far and quickly as possible." he said, pushing his hair out his face, "As for the second question... I'm not sure. I don't understand those weird lion-bird things and can't think very clearly right now"
Monroe turned back to look at the boy, “Take it easy now, I can’t have you passing out on me.” They slowed their pace, falling only about a pace ahead of him.
The path was rooted and gnarled, not anywhere close to how it was back home, but still enough for them to hold out an arm for balance in some of the particularly twisted sections. Of all their grandmother’s earthly gifts, stability was not one of them. It would only be a few more minutes until they arrived at the cabin. But it wasn’t a distance they’d want to go on a twisted ankle.
“So, what’s your name?” They asked, turning slightly to the boy while keeping an eye on the path ahead. The boy seemed rather clueless on the monsters end, but clearly was skilled enough if he knew how to shadow travel. Plus, despite his state, it seemed like he knew at least the basics on how to wield a sword.
“And when’d you find out about,” they tacked on, vaguely motioning their arm in the air. “All this?”
You know that, right? You can come with me, you can finally have a say. Do you know how many we’ve lost fighting for the gods? And what have we gotten from it? Nothing. Nothing except more scars and more dead kids.
He’s going to change that, we are going to make things better. I’m not the only one who’s joined up, there are so, so many of us. You don’t have to worry about being alone, you don’t have to worry about powers higher than us using us as pawns in some primordial game.
He won’t condemn you, none of us will. I want every half blood to have a fair shot, and I know Luke does as well. We want recognition, we want safety. We just want a say in our own lives.
[This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to use canon characters or OCs to interact, this is my first time writing a starter, so I apologise for any mistakes :]
Finn was sitting against a tree, hugging his bag to his chest, seemingly only half conscious and bleeding from what looked like claw marks when you came across him. He had just shadow travelled away from a fight with some gryphons, which he thought would be a good way to escape at the time, though was now regretting it. The demigod didn't look in any way ready to fight, but as he noticed you he fumbled for his sword and pushed himself into a standing position, using his cane to keep himself upright.
"Who are you?" he demanded. This wasn't his usual demeanor, but he was weary of being approached when he was injured, he wasn't going to risk getting killed because he let his guard down.
It had been a long couple of weeks since they’d left camp — supplies dwindling with every rest stop, hat pulled low other their eyes whenever anything odd drew near. They weren’t really on anyone’s good side at the moment, and they certainly weren’t looking to run into another half blood. That being said, the boy looked about five seconds from passing out — or bleeding out — and Monroe wasn’t heartless. Plus, whatever attacked him didn’t seem to be around anymore.
They reached into their bag, rummaging around for any ambrosia left when the boy suddenly got up, though by the way he shook it didn’t seem that he’d be able to put up much of a fight.
“I’m Jo,” it was a fake name, one they’d been using in the past few towns. “I’m getting out some ambrosia — you look like you need it, so don’t go attacking me while I’m rooting around my bag, okay?”
They pull out a slightly squashed golden square, about a fifth of what they had left of the general demigod healing kit, holding it out to the boy as a peace offering. He didn’t seem to recognize them, which either meant that they’d never run into each other at camp or that they’d just stumbled upon an untrained demigod out in the wild. Neither of those options were good, but the first was marginally better than the second.
“Mhm, sorry” he dropped back to the ground, clutching his side and putting his head down, not that he really wanted to but he didn’t think trying anything else would be possible.
“…thanks” he mumbled as he took the ambrosia with his free hand, inspecting it before eating it.
Monroe could tell from some of his wounds that he’d either been attacked by gryphons or had tried to steal from a pack of harpies, but on closer inspection the blood loss shouldn’t have made him so lethargic. In their opinion, the kid looked half dead.
“So,” they crouched down next to him. “What happened to you?”
The sun was setting, the gold of the sky would have been nice on most days, but that was when they knew that most monsters would ignore their presence. With an unknown demigod around, one that had clearly been attacked, they couldn’t guarantee they’d go unnoticed come nightfall out in the open.
“Gryphons… maybe concussion, shadow travelled too far as well, or at least I think? I’m not really sure where we are haha~” he explained, now facing the other demigod, wincing at his attempt to laugh.
“Uhm no? -Well unless you count a place I’m assuming is over 3000 miles away where I’d probably be arrested- yeah no.” he answered, nervously murmuring under his breath.
A big 3 kid — one of Hades’ at that. There were more? Admittedly, Monroe hadn’t been keeping up with much in the way of demigod society after the war, but for the kid to be a forbidden child was surprising. It did explain the attack though, as well as the fact he seemed a bit out of it.
The boy muttered something under his breath, something about 3000 miles — what was that in klicks? — and getting arrested. Either way, it wasn’t safe to be out in the middle of nowhere like this, and given the boy’s response it didn’t seem that he’d be able to find his way to somewhere safe on his own.
Shaking their head a bit, they reach out for the boy’s bag. “Let me carry that,” were they really doing this? They held their other hand out to help the boy up. It didn’t seem he’d rat them out, not that he could unless he was willing to risk shadow travel twice in a day.
“I’ve got a place about 15 minutes north where you can rest up, it’s not safe for you to be out like this after dark.”
"Uh thanks? Yeah... thanks." he accepted their hand and pulled himself up, though not before wiping some blood off his own and grabbing his cane with his other hand.
"You're not trying to kill me, right? Really can't be arsed with that right now." he was obviously joking, but he did sort of mean it, he was also hoping this wouldn't be anything like what happened with Luke –Gods, how long had it been? Four years? Yeah.– four years ago.
He stumbled a little when he was standing but managed to regain his balance, muttering an apology and rubbing his eyes after he'd dropped Monroe's hand.
“Nothing like that, don’t worry” they answer. It would have been an absurd question a few years back, but since the war it had become all too real. They’d never quite forgiven the camp for that. “But if you try anything, I will.” They tack on.
Walking ahead through the brush, they ducked under a low-hanging spruce branch, their bag rattling with what was left of their drachmas and regular coin.
“So, what’s brought you out here,” they pause for a moment. The boy hadn’t given his name. Had they asked? “And how’d you end up in a scrap with Gryphons?”
Weird question but does anyone have a list or something of active rp accounts here? Ik some other rp fandoms have those but I’m lowkey lost af over here T.Tttt
[This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to use canon characters or OCs to interact, this is my first time writing a starter, so I apologise for any mistakes :]
Finn was sitting against a tree, hugging his bag to his chest, seemingly only half conscious and bleeding from what looked like claw marks when you came across him. He had just shadow travelled away from a fight with some gryphons, which he thought would be a good way to escape at the time, though was now regretting it. The demigod didn't look in any way ready to fight, but as he noticed you he fumbled for his sword and pushed himself into a standing position, using his cane to keep himself upright.
"Who are you?" he demanded. This wasn't his usual demeanor, but he was weary of being approached when he was injured, he wasn't going to risk getting killed because he let his guard down.
It had been a long couple of weeks since they’d left camp — supplies dwindling with every rest stop, hat pulled low other their eyes whenever anything odd drew near. They weren’t really on anyone’s good side at the moment, and they certainly weren’t looking to run into another half blood. That being said, the boy looked about five seconds from passing out — or bleeding out — and Monroe wasn’t heartless. Plus, whatever attacked him didn’t seem to be around anymore.
They reached into their bag, rummaging around for any ambrosia left when the boy suddenly got up, though by the way he shook it didn’t seem that he’d be able to put up much of a fight.
“I’m Jo,” it was a fake name, one they’d been using in the past few towns. “I’m getting out some ambrosia — you look like you need it, so don’t go attacking me while I’m rooting around my bag, okay?”
They pull out a slightly squashed golden square, about a fifth of what they had left of the general demigod healing kit, holding it out to the boy as a peace offering. He didn’t seem to recognize them, which either meant that they’d never run into each other at camp or that they’d just stumbled upon an untrained demigod out in the wild. Neither of those options were good, but the first was marginally better than the second.
“Mhm, sorry” he dropped back to the ground, clutching his side and putting his head down, not that he really wanted to but he didn’t think trying anything else would be possible.
“…thanks” he mumbled as he took the ambrosia with his free hand, inspecting it before eating it.
Monroe could tell from some of his wounds that he’d either been attacked by gryphons or had tried to steal from a pack of harpies, but on closer inspection the blood loss shouldn’t have made him so lethargic. In their opinion, the kid looked half dead.
“So,” they crouched down next to him. “What happened to you?”
The sun was setting, the gold of the sky would have been nice on most days, but that was when they knew that most monsters would ignore their presence. With an unknown demigod around, one that had clearly been attacked, they couldn’t guarantee they’d go unnoticed come nightfall out in the open.
“Gryphons… maybe concussion, shadow travelled too far as well, or at least I think? I’m not really sure where we are haha~” he explained, now facing the other demigod, wincing at his attempt to laugh.
“Uhm no? -Well unless you count a place I’m assuming is over 3000 miles away where I’d probably be arrested- yeah no.” he answered, nervously murmuring under his breath.
A big 3 kid — one of Hades’ at that. There were more? Admittedly, Monroe hadn’t been keeping up with much in the way of demigod society after the war, but for the kid to be a forbidden child was surprising. It did explain the attack though, as well as the fact he seemed a bit out of it.
The boy muttered something under his breath, something about 3000 miles — what was that in klicks? — and getting arrested. Either way, it wasn’t safe to be out in the middle of nowhere like this, and given the boy’s response it didn’t seem that he’d be able to find his way to somewhere safe on his own.
Shaking their head a bit, they reach out for the boy’s bag. “Let me carry that,” were they really doing this? They held their other hand out to help the boy up. It didn’t seem he’d rat them out, not that he could unless he was willing to risk shadow travel twice in a day.
“I’ve got a place about 15 minutes north where you can rest up, it’s not safe for you to be out like this after dark.”
[This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to use canon characters or OCs to interact, this is my first time writing a starter, so I apologise for any mistakes :]
Finn was sitting against a tree, hugging his bag to his chest, seemingly only half conscious and bleeding from what looked like claw marks when you came across him. He had just shadow travelled away from a fight with some gryphons, which he thought would be a good way to escape at the time, though was now regretting it. The demigod didn't look in any way ready to fight, but as he noticed you he fumbled for his sword and pushed himself into a standing position, using his cane to keep himself upright.
"Who are you?" he demanded. This wasn't his usual demeanor, but he was weary of being approached when he was injured, he wasn't going to risk getting killed because he let his guard down.
It had been a long couple of weeks since they’d left camp — supplies dwindling with every rest stop, hat pulled low other their eyes whenever anything odd drew near. They weren’t really on anyone’s good side at the moment, and they certainly weren’t looking to run into another half blood. That being said, the boy looked about five seconds from passing out — or bleeding out — and Monroe wasn’t heartless. Plus, whatever attacked him didn’t seem to be around anymore.
They reached into their bag, rummaging around for any ambrosia left when the boy suddenly got up, though by the way he shook it didn’t seem that he’d be able to put up much of a fight.
“I’m Jo,” it was a fake name, one they’d been using in the past few towns. “I’m getting out some ambrosia — you look like you need it, so don’t go attacking me while I’m rooting around my bag, okay?”
They pull out a slightly squashed golden square, about a fifth of what they had left of the general demigod healing kit, holding it out to the boy as a peace offering. He didn’t seem to recognize them, which either meant that they’d never run into each other at camp or that they’d just stumbled upon an untrained demigod out in the wild. Neither of those options were good, but the first was marginally better than the second.
“Mhm, sorry” he dropped back to the ground, clutching his side and putting his head down, not that he really wanted to but he didn’t think trying anything else would be possible.
“…thanks” he mumbled as he took the ambrosia with his free hand, inspecting it before eating it.
Monroe could tell from some of his wounds that he’d either been attacked by gryphons or had tried to steal from a pack of harpies, but on closer inspection the blood loss shouldn’t have made him so lethargic. In their opinion, the kid looked half dead.
“So,” they crouched down next to him. “What happened to you?”
The sun was setting, the gold of the sky would have been nice on most days, but that was when they knew that most monsters would ignore their presence. With an unknown demigod around, one that had clearly been attacked, they couldn’t guarantee they’d go unnoticed come nightfall out in the open.
[This is a Riordanverse OC, feel free to use canon characters or OCs to interact, this is my first time writing a starter, so I apologise for any mistakes :]
Finn was sitting against a tree, hugging his bag to his chest, seemingly only half conscious and bleeding from what looked like claw marks when you came across him. He had just shadow travelled away from a fight with some gryphons, which he thought would be a good way to escape at the time, though was now regretting it. The demigod didn't look in any way ready to fight, but as he noticed you he fumbled for his sword and pushed himself into a standing position, using his cane to keep himself upright.
"Who are you?" he demanded. This wasn't his usual demeanor, but he was weary of being approached when he was injured, he wasn't going to risk getting killed because he let his guard down.
It had been a long couple of weeks since they’d left camp — supplies dwindling with every rest stop, hat pulled low other their eyes whenever anything odd drew near. They weren’t really on anyone’s good side at the moment, and they certainly weren’t looking to run into another half blood. That being said, the boy looked about five seconds from passing out — or bleeding out — and Monroe wasn’t heartless. Plus, whatever attacked him didn’t seem to be around anymore.
They reached into their bag, rummaging around for any ambrosia left when the boy suddenly got up, though by the way he shook it didn’t seem that he’d be able to put up much of a fight.
“I’m Jo,” it was a fake name, one they’d been using in the past few towns. “I’m getting out some ambrosia — you look like you need it, so don’t go attacking me while I’m rooting around my bag, okay?”
They pull out a slightly squashed golden square, about a fifth of what they had left of the general demigod healing kit, holding it out to the boy as a peace offering. He didn’t seem to recognize them, which either meant that they’d never run into each other at camp or that they’d just stumbled upon an untrained demigod out in the wild. Neither of those options were good, but the first was marginally better than the second.
Paris had disappeared, according to Mr. D and Chiron he’s on a quest from Eros, a simple fetch quest. Only it’s been a week with not even an Iris message from him.
Everyone was either in their cabins or at the campfire when Paris stumbled into camp, his sweatshirt and pants replaces by a silk greek style toga. He was holding a bow and looked like a mess, twigs in his hair, the bottom of his toga crumpled like it had dried in dirty water, and mud caked all over his body.
He sat down slowly and just laid down staring at the sky exhausted, clutching a butterfly pair pin.
Monroe had left the campfire to grab a jacket when they saw it. A kid, maybe a few years their junior collapsed on the grass. It wasn’t exactly an uncommon sight at camp — what with the long days and training, but one that was still unusual at this time of night.
Forgetting the coat, they approached the kid — a boy, on closer inspection, who was clutching something in his hand. They’d never been too familiar with the folk at camp, but it was clear that he wasn’t just lost on his way to the cabins. Maybe it was one of the kids back from a quest, maybe it was a new halfblood who had wandered in by mistake.
“You okay, man?” Monroe called out, stopping a couple of meters or so away from the boy. “You need help?”
soo umm does anyone know a good antidote for bee stings..we’re still on our stupid quest and Dax tried climbing a tree to get better view of where we were..he got attacked by a bees nest.. might possibly need answers urgently or whatever..
I know I said I’d be over to the mane land mainland this summer so we could hang out but my mum and dad sent me to a camp instead. :(
It’s not bad here. You would like it, there’s horses with wings like the ones in that show we watched last time we went capping camping!!!!! It’s weird. I’m in a big cabin with a bunch of kids I don’t know but it’s okay because one of them gave me candy :D <- I’m happy because it was smarties and not the weird fake smarties we got in the airport.
Were in newyork or something. It’s near torono Toronto aparently because we had to stop there on the way. Anyway Im kinda by myself cause mom and dad and vivi went home a week ago. I miss them but I just also really miss you and the cats and buggie and I wanted to go actual camping this summer but this is all in cabins and stuff like fake camping which SUCKS
Also the food here is really good I’ve had sushi every night for dinner and they don’t make you eat mushrooms or cabbage or anything yucky and everyone can eat whatever they want but we have to put some in the fire which I think smells bad but the cowncelers counselirs the older kids say it’s good for our parents so I do it cause I want mum and dad to be healthy and safe especially on the plane because that was scary. I don’t like flying I think.
Anyway send me a letter soon!!!! We can have a sleepover when I get back :D
BFFs 4 ever
- O. H. Monroe
PS: I thought it would be cool to write my name all proper like the guys that wrote all those books I got for my birthday last year but its me Ossy if you coudent couldn’t tell :P
