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(art) I believe Indie REBORN Maria Di Angelo I will play her past life as well reborn Maria is the main muse.
❝ Certamente, we will stay together. Zeus is un imbecile ❞
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"You sure it's a dog?" -legacyxdemigod
“No…It’s a hellhound.” Bianca patted the creatures head. “A nice one but still. Come say hi.” The girl paused, staring up at the older person. “Have we met before?”
~🔩~
“No, asking is fine. I am a daughter of Vulcan, but I also am a legacy of Ceres; you'd know her as Demeter though.”
The small mechanical bird flitted close to the huntress, its camera lens like eyes twisting a bit as if it was examining her before it moved again. It flitted over to Maria and made what was almost a bird like chirping noise. Though it was a bit more high pitched.
“Her name is M.A.G.S., or ‘Mechanical Aerial Guidance System’.”
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》 Tartarus
Tartarus in ancient Greek mythology, is the deep abyss that is used as a dungeon of torment and suffering for the wicked and as the prison for the Titans.As far below Hades as the earth is below the heavens.
"You sure it's a dog?" -legacyxdemigod
“No…It’s a hellhound.” Bianca patted the creatures head. “A nice one but still. Come say hi.” The girl paused, staring up at the older person. “Have we met before?”
~🔩~
“Yes, my name is Maria .”
She reached out to shake the others hand as she spoke. When she made contact with the others though she tended and froze as an image flashed through her head, a hand reaching out to take a young girls hand as she kneeled and a voice said “Everything will be fine Bianca.” before she pulled her hand away a bit sharply, before realizing the rudeness that could be interpreted from of her actions.
“I’m sorry I just–well its a bit weird to explain and I’m not quite sure what it is exactly.
Bianca paused, pulling her own hand back when the other was snatched away. Then she recovered and smiled at the other. “Well it is nice to meet you Maria. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. I’d offer to show you around but I would probably get us both lost. I haven’t been here long myself.”
~🔩~
“Oh, actually I was just--”
She stopped and looked around quickly before pulling a small phone like device out of her pocket, pressing a few buttons. After she did she looked up again, just in time for a small hummingbird looking machine made out of celestial bronze buzzed over.
“I've actually put the camp map information into this, it's kind of like a visual GPS. I've used it to find my way on the two quests I've been on. If you need to learn your way around more your welcome to join me, Bianca.”
"You sure it's a dog?" -legacyxdemigod
“No…It’s a hellhound.” Bianca patted the creatures head. “A nice one but still. Come say hi.” The girl paused, staring up at the older person. “Have we met before?”
Maria paused for a second, she’d been wondering the same thing since spotting the other girl–but it seemed like a weird question so she hadn’t asked.
“I don’t think so, but you do seem almost weirdly familiar for some reason.”
Bianca stared at her for a few minutes more before sticking out her hand. “Bianca DiAngelo. Are you from the Roman camp?”
~🔩~
“Yes, my name is Maria .”
She reached out to shake the others hand as she spoke. When she made contact with the others though she tended and froze as an image flashed through her head, a hand reaching out to take a young girls hand as she kneeled and a voice said “Everything will be fine Bianca.” before she pulled her hand away a bit sharply, before realizing the rudeness that could be interpreted from of her actions.
“I'm sorry I just--well its a bit weird to explain and I'm not quite sure what it is exactly.
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❝ is this camp half-blood, or am i in the wrong place? ❞
“Yes--”
Maria had only recently gotten to the camp herself, Reyna having asked her to come in order to offer to help show the camp how they could integrate a few New Rome technologies into the camp to make it more efficient. Though she was resting after her travels before getting to work, or trying to anyway.
“Have you been here before? I can show you where to go if not.”
"You sure it's a dog?" -legacyxdemigod
“No…It’s a hellhound.” Bianca patted the creatures head. “A nice one but still. Come say hi.” The girl paused, staring up at the older person. “Have we met before?”
Maria paused for a second, she'd been wondering the same thing since spotting the other girl--but it seemed like a weird question so she hadn't asked.
“I don't think so, but you do seem almost weirdly familiar for some reason.”
legacyxdemigod ;;
Maria stopped in front of the other girl, pausing for a moment when she saw her. It was like a shock ran through her, similar to what she first heard Nico Di Angelo’s name——but stronger than just a name when she saw her face and then heard her voice. She managed to shake It off though, ignoring the image of a young girl and what seemed to be her brother that flashed through her mind.
“Reyna wanted me to make sure that you and any other newer hunters had gotten map’s of the city—she say that she would have stayed behind to make sure that you had but there was an emergency that she had to take care of.”
Too many feelings were invading Bianca’s body; so many that the daughter of Hades thought that her heart would fly out of her chest. If she could, she would’ve cried: why did that girl reminded her so much about her mother? It didn’t make sense, at first at least. But the idea that was starting to growing in her mind was way too sad, and she didn’t want to create false hopes. At the stranger’s words, Bianca simply nodded.
❝ Well, if you see her, tell her not to worry. My sisters and I received the map and we thank you for your help. ❞
“Good, and if you need any help finding your way around be sure to ask the other campers or the spirits lurking about. Some might be a little grudging about helping, but they'd never ignore it if a hunter of Diana needed help. I mean Artemis --sorry about that. Still getting used to the whole 'two sets of gods' thing.”
She paused for a moment, wondering if she should ask the question pulling at the back or her mind. It was a bit of a weird one, since she was almost positive that the answer was no. But still--she couldn't let it go.
“Have we met somewhere before? You seem naggingly familiar for some reason.”
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Nico was walking into Camp Jupiter, unsure what he was really getting himself into. He had been led to this camp and now he was posing as the Ambassador for Pluto. Part of the demigod felt as though he should tell one of the camps about the other but his father’s voice whispered in the back of his mind to leave it be. That was the only advice he could ever get from his father: not to do something.
He wandered the camp, knowing that the other campers would leave him alone. No one wanted to associate with a child of the King of the Underworld. ‘Poor Hazel,’ he thought pitifully. She was working hard to become a member of the Legion, something Nico was not welcome to join.
He watched as a camper came closer. Something about the girl put him on edge, as though he recognized her without having met her before. He shook this feeling off, deciding it best to just brood alone in his little hideaway. It wasn’t like she was going to have anything to do with him anyway.
~🔩~ It was a nice day, and so Maria had been sitting outside as she worked on her latest invention. There had been no warning to her from the Lares--normally they would tell her when Nico Di Angelo was on the way. And so when she looked up and spotted the dark haired teen she tensed slightly, she'd never met him in person. When he'd first come to camp the Lares had warned to stay away from him before she could, and so she'd managed to hole herself away and avoid him each time he was there.
At the sight of him she was tempted to quickly grab her things and leave, but she got a weird feeling when she looked at him--like she knew him. And then she had a flash, a hand reaching down to puts hand on a young boys head, a voice saying. "I just must talk to your Father, I'll be back Nico." Before she was back in the present; what was that, she had never heard talking in any if her flashes before. Did they have something to do with this Di Angelo kid?
And so instead she stood,and started towards him, more on instinct than anything else. "Your Nico Di Angelo, right?"
I’m not “watching” The 100…. but Raven Reyes is everything.
Alright, just wanna make a note that I'm not gonna beg for people to RP with me. I've sent things to multiple people and so if any one wants to interact with me its on them; and I'm pretty open to RPing with basically anyone. But this IS A SIDE BLOG so I CAN NOT 'like for a starter', which is why I've posted two 'like for a starter' things myself.
Like for a starter anyone?
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