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*throws a wind child at you*

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

He was never going to get used to this world, was he?

"...Ow."

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd awkwardly wave at the person in front of him as he said that. Gaia below, he wasn't good at socializing like his other siblings...*

“Are you injured?” Judas asked immediately. That, at least, he could deal with. He still wasn’t quite sure how to address the entire… ‘person being chucked at him out of nowhere’ thing.

He frowned slightly. Did the stranger even come from Camp Half-Blood? It was hard to tell, honestly, and there appeared to be demigods (or otherworldly creatures) everywhere. There was a considerable chance that the other also had no idea what they were doing there.

"Nah. Just a little surprised. Anons are weird."

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

"How about you, did I unintentionally scare you?"

Judas sucked in a small breath. “Ah, well, you know. I’ve witnessed stranger occurrences, sadly. Although I have to say that this is a first.”

“Does this…happen often? Should I be concerned?”

"It's a weird popularity thing. Can't figure out who they pick exactly, but my Dad gets a lot apparently from what I've heard."

*He'd realize he hadn't introduced himself. Kind of grabbing for words as he spoke.*

"Oh- Uh... Names, right? It's uh... Wysper. Wysper Jordan. This is how talking works right-"

*Wysper is terrible at conversations. Usually Eve did the talking most of the time...*

“Judas Blythe,” Judas said, extending a hand to help the other up. “And yes, I’m pretty certain that this is how talking works. Not that I’m particularly sociable, I’ve been told.”

Mostly by Adonis, although that sort of proved his point, because Judas simply didn’t regularly talk to anyone else (and he hadn’t talked to his brother in years either, which was saying something). Perhaps he did have a few friends, like Archie or Leila. But aside from that, he wasn’t exactly rushing to talk to anyone new.

Unless, of course, they had been tossed at him by some unseen entity. In which case he was quite willing to make an exception out of curiosity.

“Same boat, although more on me not being the most friendly looking in terms of background…”

*Wysper would say as he scratched the back of his head. A lot of the older campers know him due to him originally being raised by Chiron when he was younger. Most people treated him like a teacher’s pet or someone privileged.*

“Most of the people I talk to are family.”

“Ah, yes. I can understand that.” You quite literally haven’t talked to your family since you turned fifteen, Judas.

“I’m relatively new around here, so I didn’t talk at all for my first month or so. As you can imagine, most people aren’t aware of my existence yet. But I think I am getting used to this place though, the uncomfortable amount of small children with weapons as there are.”

“It’s probably better that way. Attention tends to call out trouble. Pranks aren’t very fun since once you get claimed it’s now targeted specifically towards your parent. Glad that I only got claimed outside of camp. Some people here can be… very cruel.”

*Wyspee would say, remembering both what happened to Archie, and to him years ago.*

“So… you got claimed yet? Have they contacted you?”

“Yes, I have been claimed. By the time I was officially claimed, I was made aware that my father—Himeros, that is—was half a decade late or whatnot. But I’ve known for a while before that that he was my father, so I don’t think it counts.”

”And no, he hasn’t contacted me, although I do have another father that I much prefer. What about you?”

“Well, I learned mine very young from Chiron, and only got claimed once I actually went to them. It’s pretty obvious who my parent is, if people pay attention in Greek Mythology history. It’s Aeolus.”

*Wysper would gesture to his eyes and hair. Aeolus’ genetics were obviously far stronger than his mother’s.*

“Chiron knows, because he’s technically my great-great-grandfather. Got raised by him most of my life until Eve came along and her dad apparently convinced my deceased mom (and trust me this is an entire tangent to get into but it’s not that important right now.) to adopt me.”

*throws a wind child at you*

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

He was never going to get used to this world, was he?

"...Ow."

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd awkwardly wave at the person in front of him as he said that. Gaia below, he wasn't good at socializing like his other siblings...*

“Are you injured?” Judas asked immediately. That, at least, he could deal with. He still wasn’t quite sure how to address the entire… ‘person being chucked at him out of nowhere’ thing.

He frowned slightly. Did the stranger even come from Camp Half-Blood? It was hard to tell, honestly, and there appeared to be demigods (or otherworldly creatures) everywhere. There was a considerable chance that the other also had no idea what they were doing there.

"Nah. Just a little surprised. Anons are weird."

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

"How about you, did I unintentionally scare you?"

Judas sucked in a small breath. “Ah, well, you know. I’ve witnessed stranger occurrences, sadly. Although I have to say that this is a first.”

“Does this…happen often? Should I be concerned?”

"It's a weird popularity thing. Can't figure out who they pick exactly, but my Dad gets a lot apparently from what I've heard."

*He'd realize he hadn't introduced himself. Kind of grabbing for words as he spoke.*

"Oh- Uh... Names, right? It's uh... Wysper. Wysper Jordan. This is how talking works right-"

*Wysper is terrible at conversations. Usually Eve did the talking most of the time...*

“Judas Blythe,” Judas said, extending a hand to help the other up. “And yes, I’m pretty certain that this is how talking works. Not that I’m particularly sociable, I’ve been told.”

Mostly by Adonis, although that sort of proved his point, because Judas simply didn’t regularly talk to anyone else (and he hadn’t talked to his brother in years either, which was saying something). Perhaps he did have a few friends, like Archie or Leila. But aside from that, he wasn’t exactly rushing to talk to anyone new.

Unless, of course, they had been tossed at him by some unseen entity. In which case he was quite willing to make an exception out of curiosity.

“Same boat, although more on me not being the most friendly looking in terms of background…”

*Wysper would say as he scratched the back of his head. A lot of the older campers know him due to him originally being raised by Chiron when he was younger. Most people treated him like a teacher’s pet or someone privileged.*

“Most of the people I talk to are family.”

“Ah, yes. I can understand that.” You quite literally haven’t talked to your family since you turned fifteen, Judas.

“I’m relatively new around here, so I didn’t talk at all for my first month or so. As you can imagine, most people aren’t aware of my existence yet. But I think I am getting used to this place though, the uncomfortable amount of small children with weapons as there are.”

“It’s probably better that way. Attention tends to call out trouble. Pranks aren’t very fun since once you get claimed it’s now targeted specifically towards your parent. Glad that I only got claimed outside of camp. Some people here can be… very cruel.”

*Wyspee would say, remembering both what happened to Archie, and to him years ago.*

“So… you got claimed yet? Have they contacted you?”

*throws a wind child at you*

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

He was never going to get used to this world, was he?

"...Ow."

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd awkwardly wave at the person in front of him as he said that. Gaia below, he wasn't good at socializing like his other siblings...*

“Are you injured?” Judas asked immediately. That, at least, he could deal with. He still wasn’t quite sure how to address the entire… ‘person being chucked at him out of nowhere’ thing.

He frowned slightly. Did the stranger even come from Camp Half-Blood? It was hard to tell, honestly, and there appeared to be demigods (or otherworldly creatures) everywhere. There was a considerable chance that the other also had no idea what they were doing there.

"Nah. Just a little surprised. Anons are weird."

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

"How about you, did I unintentionally scare you?"

Judas sucked in a small breath. “Ah, well, you know. I’ve witnessed stranger occurrences, sadly. Although I have to say that this is a first.”

“Does this…happen often? Should I be concerned?”

"It's a weird popularity thing. Can't figure out who they pick exactly, but my Dad gets a lot apparently from what I've heard."

*He'd realize he hadn't introduced himself. Kind of grabbing for words as he spoke.*

"Oh- Uh... Names, right? It's uh... Wysper. Wysper Jordan. This is how talking works right-"

*Wysper is terrible at conversations. Usually Eve did the talking most of the time...*

“Judas Blythe,” Judas said, extending a hand to help the other up. “And yes, I’m pretty certain that this is how talking works. Not that I’m particularly sociable, I’ve been told.”

Mostly by Adonis, although that sort of proved his point, because Judas simply didn’t regularly talk to anyone else (and he hadn’t talked to his brother in years either, which was saying something). Perhaps he did have a few friends, like Archie or Leila. But aside from that, he wasn’t exactly rushing to talk to anyone new.

Unless, of course, they had been tossed at him by some unseen entity. In which case he was quite willing to make an exception out of curiosity.

“Same boat, although more on me not being the most friendly looking in terms of background…”

*Wysper would say as he scratched the back of his head. A lot of the older campers know him due to him originally being raised by Chiron when he was younger. Most people treated him like a teacher’s pet or someone privileged.*

“Most of the people I talk to are family.”

*throws a wind child at you*

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

He was never going to get used to this world, was he?

"...Ow."

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd awkwardly wave at the person in front of him as he said that. Gaia below, he wasn't good at socializing like his other siblings...*

“Are you injured?” Judas asked immediately. That, at least, he could deal with. He still wasn’t quite sure how to address the entire… ‘person being chucked at him out of nowhere’ thing.

He frowned slightly. Did the stranger even come from Camp Half-Blood? It was hard to tell, honestly, and there appeared to be demigods (or otherworldly creatures) everywhere. There was a considerable chance that the other also had no idea what they were doing there.

"Nah. Just a little surprised. Anons are weird."

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

"How about you, did I unintentionally scare you?"

Judas sucked in a small breath. “Ah, well, you know. I’ve witnessed stranger occurrences, sadly. Although I have to say that this is a first.”

“Does this…happen often? Should I be concerned?”

#ooc: adoptive siblings #ooc: also i think wysper is one of the few people naturally immune to charmspeak #cuz child of wind god

"It's a weird popularity thing. Can't figure out who they pick exactly, but my Dad gets a lot apparently from what I've heard."

*He'd realize he hadn't introduced himself. Kind of grabbing for words as he spoke.*

"Oh- Uh... Names, right? It's uh... Wysper. Wysper Jordan. This is how talking works right-"

*Wysper is terrible at conversations. Usually Eve did the talking most of the time...*

*throws a wind child at you*

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

He was never going to get used to this world, was he?

"...Ow."

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd awkwardly wave at the person in front of him as he said that. Gaia below, he wasn't good at socializing like his other siblings...*

“Are you injured?” Judas asked immediately. That, at least, he could deal with. He still wasn’t quite sure how to address the entire… ‘person being chucked at him out of nowhere’ thing.

He frowned slightly. Did the stranger even come from Camp Half-Blood? It was hard to tell, honestly, and there appeared to be demigods (or otherworldly creatures) everywhere. There was a considerable chance that the other also had no idea what they were doing there.

"Nah. Just a little surprised. Anons are weird."

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

"How about you, did I unintentionally scare you?"

*throws a wind child at you*

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

He was never going to get used to this world, was he?

#wysper #pjo oc #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson oc #camp half blood #in character #camp halfblood #pjo fandom #/silly

"...Ow."

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd awkwardly wave at the person in front of him as he said that. Gaia below, he wasn't good at socializing like his other siblings...*

BANG.

“If anyone heard a loud bang in camp, my bad. I learned how to change temperature in the area and I may have tested it on some gunpowder-“

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You and another demigod switch parents for 48 hours. All traits and powers and swapped. Have fun.

“Mmhh…”

*Wysper didn’t exactly register what was said to him as he just woke up and heard the anon speak. He was still a bit groggy as he walked over to the bathroom as he washed his face to wake himself up. As he stared at the mirror and rubbed his eyes, confusion arose as he stared at what should be his reflection but… his hair is brown. His eyes a dark brown. He squinted as he touched his hair, thinking it must be hair color, but nope. He also noticed the silence; which was odd because he tended to hear outside noises usually.*

“That’s… odd. Did I color my hair? I swear I didn’t-“

TW: Body Horror

#wysper #pjo oc #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson oc #in character #pjo fandom #godswap shenanigans

" I learned the hard way that the toaster's waterproof."

#wysper #pjo oc #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson oc #camp half blood #camp halfblood #in character #pjo fandom #/silly

“Oh hey a like, wonder who it- IS THAT FUCKING KRONOS?!?”

" I learned the hard way that the toaster's waterproof."

open starter

not a funny prank.

Archie is not the only person at camp who has issues with his godly parent- but his mommy issues might be the most glaringly obvious. As summer approaches, and the Tyche cabin begins to fill, Archie has been finding ways to spend less time at camp. Archie has been dissapearing and isolating- moreso than normal- as his siblings flock to camp.

For the first time this week, Archie entered his cabin. The scream that ensued echoed throughout all of Long Island. While nobody admitted to anything, it was suddenly clear why so many Tyche and Hermes kids had been scheming during camp free time.

Hours pass and you find the infamous 'bad luck charm' of camp sulking by the lake, still covered in 4-leaved clovers.

What do you do?

(all interaction appreciated :3)

*Wysper would have obviously heard the news through camp gossip, and he was visibly pissed about it. So he'd walk over to the lake, as he saw Archie, and would sit next to him.*

"How you holding up."

Archie glares with all the strength he can muster- attempting to be intimidating despite his tear-stained cheeks.

"I'm fine. Why are you talking to me. I'm fine. I was pranked by my siblings and thats what siblings do. Ha ha ha. See? I'm laughing."

He seems a bit psychotic trying to keep himself from crying again.

"You don't need to lie. You're not okay. Sorry though If I sound mean, though." *Wysper would say, as he summoned some of his Winions, as they began picking the clovers off his body.*

"I'm looking for them as we speak."

"uhm. im okay though- and don't- don't say that? you sound like a homicidal maniac. They played a prank, im taking it badly. I need thicker skin."

“Sorry, not really good with wording. And it’s not okay. It’s one thing to prank someone, but it’s another to do so and actually hurt the person, regardless of whether they were physically or emotionally hurt.”

*The Winions would finally pluck off any remaining clovers off of Archie, as one even plucked one into a 3 leaf clover as he gave it to Archie.*

“Regardless of circumstance, you shouldn’t be the butt of the joke. It isn’t fun if you let them keep doing it.”

"They- I don't think they knew I was going to react like this. I think they were trying to haze me or something- I'm not really sociable with them- and they probably just wanted me to bond with them through sibling jokes?" Archie recoils away from the clover.

*The small Winion would apologize, putting the clover away. Wysper sighs as he looks at Archie, a calm but stern face. Not angry, but he wanted him to know the truth.*

"They would have apologized by now. They often don't. It's a reality check that not even your blood relations will stop people from hurting you. You just have to find the ones who do truly care. Can speak from experience." *He would say, as he looked to the lake. His hands curled as it dug into the sand.*

"I don't have fond memories of this lake. My first year and they threw me in 'as a prank'. I didn't know how to swim - and they threw me in anyways. Took me almost half an hour to get back to shore.... A lot of people here can be cruel, but... people who care will do everything to keep you safe."

Archie moves away, getting colder. "I already learned the lesson of family. I just dont want to have to cut off another one of my families."

“Family isn’t always blood. It’s about who will let you into their lives willingly and comfortingly.”

*He’d say, calming down.*

“Sorry if I sound mean or scary, I’m not good at talking like Eve. Plus, I don’t want to leave you alone, I don’t want you to suffer in silence.”

open starter

not a funny prank.

Archie is not the only person at camp who has issues with his godly parent- but his mommy issues might be the most glaringly obvious. As summer approaches, and the Tyche cabin begins to fill, Archie has been finding ways to spend less time at camp. Archie has been dissapearing and isolating- moreso than normal- as his siblings flock to camp.

For the first time this week, Archie entered his cabin. The scream that ensued echoed throughout all of Long Island. While nobody admitted to anything, it was suddenly clear why so many Tyche and Hermes kids had been scheming during camp free time.

Hours pass and you find the infamous 'bad luck charm' of camp sulking by the lake, still covered in 4-leaved clovers.

What do you do?

(all interaction appreciated :3)

*Wysper would have obviously heard the news through camp gossip, and he was visibly pissed about it. So he'd walk over to the lake, as he saw Archie, and would sit next to him.*

"How you holding up."

Archie glares with all the strength he can muster- attempting to be intimidating despite his tear-stained cheeks.

"I'm fine. Why are you talking to me. I'm fine. I was pranked by my siblings and thats what siblings do. Ha ha ha. See? I'm laughing."

He seems a bit psychotic trying to keep himself from crying again.

"You don't need to lie. You're not okay. Sorry though If I sound mean, though." *Wysper would say, as he summoned some of his Winions, as they began picking the clovers off his body.*

"I'm looking for them as we speak."

"uhm. im okay though- and don't- don't say that? you sound like a homicidal maniac. They played a prank, im taking it badly. I need thicker skin."

“Sorry, not really good with wording. And it’s not okay. It’s one thing to prank someone, but it’s another to do so and actually hurt the person, regardless of whether they were physically or emotionally hurt.”

*The Winions would finally pluck off any remaining clovers off of Archie, as one even plucked one into a 3 leaf clover as he gave it to Archie.*

“Regardless of circumstance, you shouldn’t be the butt of the joke. It isn’t fun if you let them keep doing it.”

"They- I don't think they knew I was going to react like this. I think they were trying to haze me or something- I'm not really sociable with them- and they probably just wanted me to bond with them through sibling jokes?" Archie recoils away from the clover.

*The small Winion would apologize, putting the clover away. Wysper sighs as he looks at Archie, a calm but stern face. Not angry, but he wanted him to know the truth.*

"They would have apologized by now. They often don't. It's a reality check that not even your blood relations will stop people from hurting you. You just have to find the ones who do truly care. Can speak from experience." *He would say, as he looked to the lake. His hands curled as it dug into the sand.*

"I don't have fond memories of this lake. My first year and they threw me in 'as a prank'. I didn't know how to swim - and they threw me in anyways. Took me almost half an hour to get back to shore.... A lot of people here can be cruel, but... people who care will do everything to keep you safe."

OPEN STARTER:

"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes

Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.

And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.

So... what will you do now?

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*As she was on her way out, she could see piercing through the dark a figure, their white hair and bright blue eyes staring at her. He had the standard t-shirt most people wore, but it was covered by his hoodie and handkerchief scarf. He was no stranger to people running off.After all, he was used to being on nightwatch. His posture was oddly casual for someone who caught her trying to escape the camp, as he unwrapped a lollipop and stuck it in his mouth. As he walked over he took another lollipop from his pocket, and would reach it out to the, as if holding a cigarette.*

“You want one, or you kinda busy at the moment?”

*He’d say, rolling the lollipop he placed in his mouth, slouching a bit as he talked to Mar.*

Mar looked at the person in front of her up and down, glaring "I dont want anything from you." She brought her free hand to her pocket, looking for something "I am very busy. What are you doing here, who are you and why are you talking to me?"

“Couldn’t sleep, so I just… sit outside. I’m one of the older people at camp, and just curious on why’d you’d leave, considering it’s like, prime monster time. It would have been better if you left around dawn.”

*He’d say, as the lollipop in nis hand floated back into the pocket of his jacket. He looked quite… unique compared to most of the other people in camp. Odd that he’s giving directions.*

“You’re not exactly subtle when you were leaving, and you’re heading in the wrong direction. Nearest town is down the river.”

"yeah, you do look like one of the older people at camp. I can leave at whatever time I want, I dont care about monsters..." Mar muttered, her voice getting a bit louder, until she found the thing she was looking for in her pocket, taking out a cigarette and lightning it up quickly with her hands shaking a lot "I dont want to go to the nearest town. Not yet."

“I can tell you don’t really like this place. Figures. Lot of the people here stick to their groups, and things tend to escalate until either Chrion or Mr. D intervenes usually. But I promise you. Shit’s better here than whatever’s out there. There’s a reason most people don’t get that far. Either one of those things finds you, or you get caught by one of the staff here. Not going to stop you, just giving you advice.”

*He’d say, as he saw her light a cigarette, and as she tried putting it to her mouth, the cigarette would blow out.*

“Yeah… no.”

"what the fuck?!" Mar took a shaky breath, gripping her bags tighter with one hand "what's wrong with you?! I dont care if I get caught I just want to leave this fucking, stupid place, I dont fit in here, I am not a 'demigod', this crappy camp is... whatever, I dont need your advice, Im alright"

*Yeah… he pushed a bit too hard on them. He’s not used to talking to other people outside his family, and that’s something he needs to fix.*

“Never was good at talking like Eve…”

*He’d mumur, as he spoke.*

“Look, I’m sorry for being quite harsh on you. And I get leaving, didn’t exactly have many friends here, heck, they nearly tried to drown me on my first year. But look. Give them a chance. You’ll find your people, heck if you want I can be your friend or something.Also I don’t want to fight what’s out there, especially because the harpies are waiting outside for anyone who tries to cross the camp border.”

Mar lit up her cigarette again, putting it in her mouth quickly, blowing out the smoke and sighing "I dont need to give them a chance! I know I dont belong here, the harpies might aswell get me! I dont care... I know they wont anyways, Im used to sneaking 'round..." she started playing with the torn skin of her nails before putting the cigarette back in her mouth

"If I can catch you, so can they. Aeolus kid, so lot of my body is like, built for being in the air. It's why all this is possible." *He'd point to his face, more notably his hair and eyes. They're quite unusual, considering he doesn't have albinism.*

"Gut's telling you to run, I guess... Sorry, not really good with words, mostly just good at fighting."

"And who is good with words, hm?" She laughed sarcastically "I dont care if they catch me, I'll squirm my way out, Im pretty small for my age. Or I might kill them"

"Even if you get out, where to? There's like, hundreds of miles of forest. Even with your supplies, you'd only be able to sustain yourself for a week. You even have a weapon?" *He'd cross his arms, genuinely curious on how she'd thinks she'd survive outside.*

"The forest sounds good for a few days, dont care for 'monsters', and then I'll find my way onto a town or something, I do have weapons. Multiple. Im used to going days, and weeks without water or food, so these supplies are more than enough for atleast a week" Mar bit some of her nails and torn skin off

“Do you at least have celestial bronze weapons. It’s like, one of the few things that can actually hurt them. And they hurt like a bitch. I got gored by a massive boar a year ago because I wasn’t being careful… I just realI never asked for your name, although I’m not sure if it’s okay to ask-“

"I do have celestial bronze weapons, you want me to use them on you?" Mar put her cigarette back into her mouth "no, its not okay to ask, but I'll tell you anyways, Im Tamara Mar Reyes Martínez, and you are?"

“Wysper Jordan. And I’d like to see you try.”

*He’d crack his knuckles and stretch his neck as he said so.*

"You want to fight a fourteen year old? Wow, wow..." Mar said but then added "I would love to, but I really dont feel like it"

“It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve fought.”

*He’d shrugged.*

"you are also not the weirdest things I would've fight if I did anyways" Mar muttered add the added, louder "but I dont feel like fightning for now"

"Fair." *As they conversed though, Wysper seemed to stare off somewhere, before looking back at Mar.*

"And the harpies are coming. Probably followed the scent we have."

Mar smiled and tilted her head "can they die? Totally hypothetical question.."

“Yes and No. They can die, but they essentially get sent back to Tartarus and come back. Although I’d rather not fight them, or else Chiron will be on our asses.”

Mar blew out her cigarette and put it on a scrap of paper on her pocket "meh, good enough for me, even better, I wont be here for him to bother me"

“Dude, he’s my Great Great Grandpa. He’s going to beat my ass if I let you do this.”

*Wysper spoke with a serious tone.*

“You don’t need to fit in to be comfortable. We have too many people like that. Honestly you’re a fresh of breath air- Did I just say fresh of breath air- Nevermind that, honestly you’re first person in a while that actually is able to hold a conversation without either gossiping about me, or being kinda scared.”

"oh, yeah, that sucks for you, sadly, I could not care less" Mar paused for a few seconds "I dont fit in anywhere."

She laughed out of the blue "why would anyone gossip about you, no, no, wait, why would anyone be scared of you?"

“Aeolus kids are rare. Usually they get picked up at a young age by the wind god themself into Aeolia. I didn’t. Chiron raised me until one of my best friend’s dad adopted me. Most kids gossip since, well, they think I’m a sort of teacher’s pet, or favorite camper, or privileged bitch. So I got bullied a lot. As for the scared part… I’m a retired nightwatcher. Killing monsters is kinda the standard. Also the whole ‘Got trained by the dude who taught those legends in the myths type shit.’ ”

*Wysper said as if it wasn’t much of a big deal. He just essentially outed himself as a cold-blooded killer. To humans, no. Although it wouldn’t be that paranoid to think he couldn’t do so, due to his reputation with monsters.*

OPEN STARTER:

"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes

Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.

And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.

So... what will you do now?

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*As she was on her way out, she could see piercing through the dark a figure, their white hair and bright blue eyes staring at her. He had the standard t-shirt most people wore, but it was covered by his hoodie and handkerchief scarf. He was no stranger to people running off.After all, he was used to being on nightwatch. His posture was oddly casual for someone who caught her trying to escape the camp, as he unwrapped a lollipop and stuck it in his mouth. As he walked over he took another lollipop from his pocket, and would reach it out to the, as if holding a cigarette.*

“You want one, or you kinda busy at the moment?”

*He’d say, rolling the lollipop he placed in his mouth, slouching a bit as he talked to Mar.*

Mar looked at the person in front of her up and down, glaring "I dont want anything from you." She brought her free hand to her pocket, looking for something "I am very busy. What are you doing here, who are you and why are you talking to me?"

“Couldn’t sleep, so I just… sit outside. I’m one of the older people at camp, and just curious on why’d you’d leave, considering it’s like, prime monster time. It would have been better if you left around dawn.”

*He’d say, as the lollipop in nis hand floated back into the pocket of his jacket. He looked quite… unique compared to most of the other people in camp. Odd that he’s giving directions.*

“You’re not exactly subtle when you were leaving, and you’re heading in the wrong direction. Nearest town is down the river.”

"yeah, you do look like one of the older people at camp. I can leave at whatever time I want, I dont care about monsters..." Mar muttered, her voice getting a bit louder, until she found the thing she was looking for in her pocket, taking out a cigarette and lightning it up quickly with her hands shaking a lot "I dont want to go to the nearest town. Not yet."

“I can tell you don’t really like this place. Figures. Lot of the people here stick to their groups, and things tend to escalate until either Chrion or Mr. D intervenes usually. But I promise you. Shit’s better here than whatever’s out there. There’s a reason most people don’t get that far. Either one of those things finds you, or you get caught by one of the staff here. Not going to stop you, just giving you advice.”

*He’d say, as he saw her light a cigarette, and as she tried putting it to her mouth, the cigarette would blow out.*

“Yeah… no.”

"what the fuck?!" Mar took a shaky breath, gripping her bags tighter with one hand "what's wrong with you?! I dont care if I get caught I just want to leave this fucking, stupid place, I dont fit in here, I am not a 'demigod', this crappy camp is... whatever, I dont need your advice, Im alright"

*Yeah… he pushed a bit too hard on them. He’s not used to talking to other people outside his family, and that’s something he needs to fix.*

“Never was good at talking like Eve…”

*He’d mumur, as he spoke.*

“Look, I’m sorry for being quite harsh on you. And I get leaving, didn’t exactly have many friends here, heck, they nearly tried to drown me on my first year. But look. Give them a chance. You’ll find your people, heck if you want I can be your friend or something.Also I don’t want to fight what’s out there, especially because the harpies are waiting outside for anyone who tries to cross the camp border.”

Mar lit up her cigarette again, putting it in her mouth quickly, blowing out the smoke and sighing "I dont need to give them a chance! I know I dont belong here, the harpies might aswell get me! I dont care... I know they wont anyways, Im used to sneaking 'round..." she started playing with the torn skin of her nails before putting the cigarette back in her mouth

"If I can catch you, so can they. Aeolus kid, so lot of my body is like, built for being in the air. It's why all this is possible." *He'd point to his face, more notably his hair and eyes. They're quite unusual, considering he doesn't have albinism.*

"Gut's telling you to run, I guess... Sorry, not really good with words, mostly just good at fighting."

"And who is good with words, hm?" She laughed sarcastically "I dont care if they catch me, I'll squirm my way out, Im pretty small for my age. Or I might kill them"

"Even if you get out, where to? There's like, hundreds of miles of forest. Even with your supplies, you'd only be able to sustain yourself for a week. You even have a weapon?" *He'd cross his arms, genuinely curious on how she'd thinks she'd survive outside.*

"The forest sounds good for a few days, dont care for 'monsters', and then I'll find my way onto a town or something, I do have weapons. Multiple. Im used to going days, and weeks without water or food, so these supplies are more than enough for atleast a week" Mar bit some of her nails and torn skin off

“Do you at least have celestial bronze weapons. It’s like, one of the few things that can actually hurt them. And they hurt like a bitch. I got gored by a massive boar a year ago because I wasn’t being careful… I just realI never asked for your name, although I’m not sure if it’s okay to ask-“

"I do have celestial bronze weapons, you want me to use them on you?" Mar put her cigarette back into her mouth "no, its not okay to ask, but I'll tell you anyways, Im Tamara Mar Reyes Martínez, and you are?"

“Wysper Jordan. And I’d like to see you try.”

*He’d crack his knuckles and stretch his neck as he said so.*

"You want to fight a fourteen year old? Wow, wow..." Mar said but then added "I would love to, but I really dont feel like it"

“It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve fought.”

*He’d shrugged.*

"you are also not the weirdest things I would've fight if I did anyways" Mar muttered add the added, louder "but I dont feel like fightning for now"

"Fair." *As they conversed though, Wysper seemed to stare off somewhere, before looking back at Mar.*

"And the harpies are coming. Probably followed the scent we have."

Mar smiled and tilted her head "can they die? Totally hypothetical question.."

“Yes and No. They can die, but they essentially get sent back to Tartarus and come back. Although I’d rather not fight them, or else Chiron will be on our asses.”

Mar blew out her cigarette and put it on a scrap of paper on her pocket "meh, good enough for me, even better, I wont be here for him to bother me"

“Dude, he’s my Great Great Grandpa. He’s going to beat my ass if I let you do this.”

*Wysper spoke with a serious tone.*

“You don’t need to fit in to be comfortable. We have too many people like that. Honestly you’re a fresh of breath air- Did I just say fresh of breath air- Nevermind that, honestly you’re first person in a while that actually is able to hold a conversation without either gossiping about me, or being kinda scared.”

OPEN STARTER:

"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes

Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.

And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.

So... what will you do now?

TAG LIST:

Tagging people, my only weakness...

@drunk-onwine

@c-a-s-s-i-o-p-e-i-a-w

Idk who else, tell me if you want to get tagged or untagged

*As she was on her way out, she could see piercing through the dark a figure, their white hair and bright blue eyes staring at her. He had the standard t-shirt most people wore, but it was covered by his hoodie and handkerchief scarf. He was no stranger to people running off.After all, he was used to being on nightwatch. His posture was oddly casual for someone who caught her trying to escape the camp, as he unwrapped a lollipop and stuck it in his mouth. As he walked over he took another lollipop from his pocket, and would reach it out to the, as if holding a cigarette.*

“You want one, or you kinda busy at the moment?”

*He’d say, rolling the lollipop he placed in his mouth, slouching a bit as he talked to Mar.*

Mar looked at the person in front of her up and down, glaring "I dont want anything from you." She brought her free hand to her pocket, looking for something "I am very busy. What are you doing here, who are you and why are you talking to me?"

“Couldn’t sleep, so I just… sit outside. I’m one of the older people at camp, and just curious on why’d you’d leave, considering it’s like, prime monster time. It would have been better if you left around dawn.”

*He’d say, as the lollipop in nis hand floated back into the pocket of his jacket. He looked quite… unique compared to most of the other people in camp. Odd that he’s giving directions.*

“You’re not exactly subtle when you were leaving, and you’re heading in the wrong direction. Nearest town is down the river.”

"yeah, you do look like one of the older people at camp. I can leave at whatever time I want, I dont care about monsters..." Mar muttered, her voice getting a bit louder, until she found the thing she was looking for in her pocket, taking out a cigarette and lightning it up quickly with her hands shaking a lot "I dont want to go to the nearest town. Not yet."

“I can tell you don’t really like this place. Figures. Lot of the people here stick to their groups, and things tend to escalate until either Chrion or Mr. D intervenes usually. But I promise you. Shit’s better here than whatever’s out there. There’s a reason most people don’t get that far. Either one of those things finds you, or you get caught by one of the staff here. Not going to stop you, just giving you advice.”

*He’d say, as he saw her light a cigarette, and as she tried putting it to her mouth, the cigarette would blow out.*

“Yeah… no.”

"what the fuck?!" Mar took a shaky breath, gripping her bags tighter with one hand "what's wrong with you?! I dont care if I get caught I just want to leave this fucking, stupid place, I dont fit in here, I am not a 'demigod', this crappy camp is... whatever, I dont need your advice, Im alright"

*Yeah… he pushed a bit too hard on them. He’s not used to talking to other people outside his family, and that’s something he needs to fix.*

“Never was good at talking like Eve…”

*He’d mumur, as he spoke.*

“Look, I’m sorry for being quite harsh on you. And I get leaving, didn’t exactly have many friends here, heck, they nearly tried to drown me on my first year. But look. Give them a chance. You’ll find your people, heck if you want I can be your friend or something.Also I don’t want to fight what’s out there, especially because the harpies are waiting outside for anyone who tries to cross the camp border.”

Mar lit up her cigarette again, putting it in her mouth quickly, blowing out the smoke and sighing "I dont need to give them a chance! I know I dont belong here, the harpies might aswell get me! I dont care... I know they wont anyways, Im used to sneaking 'round..." she started playing with the torn skin of her nails before putting the cigarette back in her mouth

"If I can catch you, so can they. Aeolus kid, so lot of my body is like, built for being in the air. It's why all this is possible." *He'd point to his face, more notably his hair and eyes. They're quite unusual, considering he doesn't have albinism.*

"Gut's telling you to run, I guess... Sorry, not really good with words, mostly just good at fighting."

"And who is good with words, hm?" She laughed sarcastically "I dont care if they catch me, I'll squirm my way out, Im pretty small for my age. Or I might kill them"

"Even if you get out, where to? There's like, hundreds of miles of forest. Even with your supplies, you'd only be able to sustain yourself for a week. You even have a weapon?" *He'd cross his arms, genuinely curious on how she'd thinks she'd survive outside.*

"The forest sounds good for a few days, dont care for 'monsters', and then I'll find my way onto a town or something, I do have weapons. Multiple. Im used to going days, and weeks without water or food, so these supplies are more than enough for atleast a week" Mar bit some of her nails and torn skin off

“Do you at least have celestial bronze weapons. It’s like, one of the few things that can actually hurt them. And they hurt like a bitch. I got gored by a massive boar a year ago because I wasn’t being careful… I just realI never asked for your name, although I’m not sure if it’s okay to ask-“

"I do have celestial bronze weapons, you want me to use them on you?" Mar put her cigarette back into her mouth "no, its not okay to ask, but I'll tell you anyways, Im Tamara Mar Reyes Martínez, and you are?"

“Wysper Jordan. And I’d like to see you try.”

*He’d crack his knuckles and stretch his neck as he said so.*

"You want to fight a fourteen year old? Wow, wow..." Mar said but then added "I would love to, but I really dont feel like it"

“It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve fought.”

*He’d shrugged.*

"you are also not the weirdest things I would've fight if I did anyways" Mar muttered add the added, louder "but I dont feel like fightning for now"

"Fair." *As they conversed though, Wysper seemed to stare off somewhere, before looking back at Mar.*

"And the harpies are coming. Probably followed the scent we have."

Mar smiled and tilted her head "can they die? Totally hypothetical question.."

“Yes and No. They can die, but they essentially get sent back to Tartarus and come back. Although I’d rather not fight them, or else Chiron will be on our asses.”

OPEN STARTER:

"the best thing you can do is run away, runaway"

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this may contain: mentions of religious trauma, mentions of neglect and abuse and mentions of homelessnes

Mar had gotten used to running away from places, she ran away from home and she had ran away from the people that she considered a family on the streets, she always ran away, so she never quite undid her small, beat up bags, that and the fear of getting stolen from, hoarding the food that was given at camp and the very few things she kept from before getting to camp. Even then it was obvious she hated the place, she was sure she didnt fit in. It was impossible she was one of them, a "demigod", a child of a greek god, it sounded like a bad joke, it was the opposite of everything she was taught, so she did what she did best: leave, run away, or atleast try to. She waited until night to do so.

And that's where you found her, almost out of camp grounds, with her clothes and shoes covered in dirt, mud, new and old blood and leaves, her knees scrapped, red with blood and her face serious, it made her actually look her age, even if it was an unlike expression.

So... what will you do now?

TAG LIST:

Tagging people, my only weakness...

@drunk-onwine

@c-a-s-s-i-o-p-e-i-a-w

Idk who else, tell me if you want to get tagged or untagged

*As she was on her way out, she could see piercing through the dark a figure, their white hair and bright blue eyes staring at her. He had the standard t-shirt most people wore, but it was covered by his hoodie and handkerchief scarf. He was no stranger to people running off.After all, he was used to being on nightwatch. His posture was oddly casual for someone who caught her trying to escape the camp, as he unwrapped a lollipop and stuck it in his mouth. As he walked over he took another lollipop from his pocket, and would reach it out to the, as if holding a cigarette.*

“You want one, or you kinda busy at the moment?”

*He’d say, rolling the lollipop he placed in his mouth, slouching a bit as he talked to Mar.*

Mar looked at the person in front of her up and down, glaring "I dont want anything from you." She brought her free hand to her pocket, looking for something "I am very busy. What are you doing here, who are you and why are you talking to me?"

“Couldn’t sleep, so I just… sit outside. I’m one of the older people at camp, and just curious on why’d you’d leave, considering it’s like, prime monster time. It would have been better if you left around dawn.”

*He’d say, as the lollipop in nis hand floated back into the pocket of his jacket. He looked quite… unique compared to most of the other people in camp. Odd that he’s giving directions.*

“You’re not exactly subtle when you were leaving, and you’re heading in the wrong direction. Nearest town is down the river.”

"yeah, you do look like one of the older people at camp. I can leave at whatever time I want, I dont care about monsters..." Mar muttered, her voice getting a bit louder, until she found the thing she was looking for in her pocket, taking out a cigarette and lightning it up quickly with her hands shaking a lot "I dont want to go to the nearest town. Not yet."

“I can tell you don’t really like this place. Figures. Lot of the people here stick to their groups, and things tend to escalate until either Chrion or Mr. D intervenes usually. But I promise you. Shit’s better here than whatever’s out there. There’s a reason most people don’t get that far. Either one of those things finds you, or you get caught by one of the staff here. Not going to stop you, just giving you advice.”

*He’d say, as he saw her light a cigarette, and as she tried putting it to her mouth, the cigarette would blow out.*

“Yeah… no.”

"what the fuck?!" Mar took a shaky breath, gripping her bags tighter with one hand "what's wrong with you?! I dont care if I get caught I just want to leave this fucking, stupid place, I dont fit in here, I am not a 'demigod', this crappy camp is... whatever, I dont need your advice, Im alright"

*Yeah… he pushed a bit too hard on them. He’s not used to talking to other people outside his family, and that’s something he needs to fix.*

“Never was good at talking like Eve…”

*He’d mumur, as he spoke.*

“Look, I’m sorry for being quite harsh on you. And I get leaving, didn’t exactly have many friends here, heck, they nearly tried to drown me on my first year. But look. Give them a chance. You’ll find your people, heck if you want I can be your friend or something.Also I don’t want to fight what’s out there, especially because the harpies are waiting outside for anyone who tries to cross the camp border.”

Mar lit up her cigarette again, putting it in her mouth quickly, blowing out the smoke and sighing "I dont need to give them a chance! I know I dont belong here, the harpies might aswell get me! I dont care... I know they wont anyways, Im used to sneaking 'round..." she started playing with the torn skin of her nails before putting the cigarette back in her mouth

"If I can catch you, so can they. Aeolus kid, so lot of my body is like, built for being in the air. It's why all this is possible." *He'd point to his face, more notably his hair and eyes. They're quite unusual, considering he doesn't have albinism.*

"Gut's telling you to run, I guess... Sorry, not really good with words, mostly just good at fighting."

"And who is good with words, hm?" She laughed sarcastically "I dont care if they catch me, I'll squirm my way out, Im pretty small for my age. Or I might kill them"

"Even if you get out, where to? There's like, hundreds of miles of forest. Even with your supplies, you'd only be able to sustain yourself for a week. You even have a weapon?" *He'd cross his arms, genuinely curious on how she'd thinks she'd survive outside.*

"The forest sounds good for a few days, dont care for 'monsters', and then I'll find my way onto a town or something, I do have weapons. Multiple. Im used to going days, and weeks without water or food, so these supplies are more than enough for atleast a week" Mar bit some of her nails and torn skin off

“Do you at least have celestial bronze weapons. It’s like, one of the few things that can actually hurt them. And they hurt like a bitch. I got gored by a massive boar a year ago because I wasn’t being careful… I just realI never asked for your name, although I’m not sure if it’s okay to ask-“

"I do have celestial bronze weapons, you want me to use them on you?" Mar put her cigarette back into her mouth "no, its not okay to ask, but I'll tell you anyways, Im Tamara Mar Reyes Martínez, and you are?"

“Wysper Jordan. And I’d like to see you try.”

*He’d crack his knuckles and stretch his neck as he said so.*

"You want to fight a fourteen year old? Wow, wow..." Mar said but then added "I would love to, but I really dont feel like it"

“It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve fought.”

*He’d shrugged.*

"you are also not the weirdest things I would've fight if I did anyways" Mar muttered add the added, louder "but I dont feel like fightning for now"