who is it that can tell me who i am?

name's isaiah. apollo's kid. i sing sometimes.

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jordanabe:

“Doesn’t everyone go on quests? Not that glamorous when we have to be heroes every six seconds.”

"Yeah, and that’s what makes it cool! We’re like superheroes, except we don’t have comic books or anything. Maybe we could make one.”

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honeyboy-rivera:

“Oh, maybe not eleven, then. I’m unaffiliated? Unaffiliated. Unclaimed?”

"Oh! That’s cool, too. There’s a chance we may be siblings, then.”

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honeyboy-rivera:

“Eleven? Is that a good one?”

“Eleven is.... Hermes? Yeah! They’re cool. Not as cool as my cabin, but they’re alright.”

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jordanabe:

“Yeah? Well I think it’d be more fun to not risk death just because Zeus can’t handle shit on his own.”

"I mean, demigods are supposed to do this, right? Imagine how much cooler you’d be when you come back having been some hero.”

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honeyboy-rivera:

“Isaiah, the Prophet. Glad to meet you.”

"Ha! I wish,” he replies with a laugh. “So, what cabin are you?”

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jordanabe:

“Alright, so you’re telling me,” Jordan started the sentence this way even though what he was about to say was not exactly what the person had said to him, if at all. “That if we don’t stay at camp, we’re probably gonna be eaten by monsters, but in order to stay at camp, the gods want us to go out and fight monster, which we might be eaten by? Bull.”

“Well....” Isaiah took a moment to repeat Jordan’s question in his head. “Yeah. I guess. If we have to.” He shrugged. “I think it might be fun to go out and kick some monster ass, though.”

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honeyboy-rivera:

“My name?” Offering a hand, he answers, “You can call me Honeyboy.”

"That’s a cool name.” Isaiah puts the bow down and stands, taking Honeyboy’s hand and shaking. “I’m Isaiah.”

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honeyboy-rivera:

“No,” Honeyboy answers, straightening out his shirt. “Actually, I think your camp needs help with all these rocks. But thanks.”

Isaiah laughs. “Maybe they’ll come in handy one day, I don’t know,” he replies with a shrug. “What’s your name?”

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honeyboy-rivera:

Honeyboy strides toward the cabins pulling a single suitcase behind him. While looking over the key in his hands, he catches his foot on a rock. Honeyboy holds out his arms before he hits the ground and deftly pushes himself back upright without breaking momentum. “Nice, nice,” he mumbles to himself, bending down to pick up his fallen suitcase. “Try not to die today, Honeyboy.”

Isaiah is sitting nearby, stringing a bow, when he hears someone stumble. He glances up from his work. “Hey, you need help with all that luggage?” he asks, flashing a grin.

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