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Missing Person File...

Waring some darker themes will be present like abuse and suicide thoughts, dont like, dont interact

Full Name: Harper Lenore Blackwood Age: 16 Birthday: August 13th Known Immediate Family: Augustus Blackwood- Father Marital Status: Single Family Report: Daughter has been "hard to manage, rebellious, defiant, volatile, and troubled" Father was supposed to send her to a school for girls but when he went to wake her she was gone as well as a bag, assumed to be packed with things to aid her in her as she runs away. Waited 24hrs to call it in thinking she would return. Has heard nothing from her, nor anyone he knows has spotted her in spots she frequents. Peer Report: Is classified as a loner among peers. No friends, always alone, occasionally seen with what's thought to be a sketch book. Didn't talk much, was bullied before but after breaking a kids arm nobody bothered her afterwards out of fear. Never caused any problems unless provoked beforehand. Teachers say she was "a pleasure to have in class, always quiet, great grades". Last Seen: Walking out of the Blackwood estate, the cameras catch her walking out the front gate but has not been spotted since. Known Acquaintances: none Other Notes: Absent mother could have affected her growing up. Peers believe she could be suicidal as she seemed depressed. Has been missing for almost two weeks now. Father stopped asking for updates 4 days in. One peer came forward with accusations her father beat her.

Call local police if found or with any information

Yeah, I'm Harper, what else could you need to know?

Oh right, my godly parent? Eris or whatever.

Powers? I don't have powers... well, that you need to know of.

Weapon? What are you a cop?

People that made the sad choice to be my friend:

@son-of-anteros my first real friend, baffling decision really

[stray-little-loser]

Zyren slammed open the door to her room, "Harper!"

He rushed in, noticing the mess and picked up a few empty monster cans as he went over to her, "I need advice"

- @son-of-anteros

"right, advice, I can, give you something advice adjacent that if it goes wrong is not my fault-"

[athenas-disappointment-child]

"so why does everyone call you harpy?"

@stray-little-loser

The teen looked up from where he was sitting, then spread his arms out from behind himself, revealing feathery wings attached to his arms. "Guess."

[stray-little-loser]

"oh, well that's actually pretty cool"

[athenas-disappointment-child]

"Not when you have to live with it."

[stray-little-loser]

"excellent point right, yeah it probably gets very annoying"

[athenas-disappointment-child]

"Annoying is an understatement." He sighed and slumped back in his seat.

[stray-little-loser]

"yeah, that does suck I'm sorry"

[athenas-disappointment-child]

"You try living with this stuff." He pouted and crossed his arms. Which took a bit of effort because of the wings.

[stray-little-loser]

"well, yeah I might pass because that looks more uncomfortable the more I tbink about it"

[athenas-disappointment-child]

"And it can't even fly."

[stray-little-loser]

"damn really? Yeah thaf would suck"

[athenas-disappointment-child]

"so why does everyone call you harpy?"

@stray-little-loser

The teen looked up from where he was sitting, then spread his arms out from behind himself, revealing feathery wings attached to his arms. "Guess."

[stray-little-loser]

"oh, well that's actually pretty cool"

[athenas-disappointment-child]

"Not when you have to live with it."

[stray-little-loser]

"excellent point right, yeah it probably gets very annoying"

[athenas-disappointment-child]

"Annoying is an understatement." He sighed and slumped back in his seat.

[stray-little-loser]

"yeah, that does suck I'm sorry"

[athenas-disappointment-child]

"You try living with this stuff." He pouted and crossed his arms. Which took a bit of effort because of the wings.

[stray-little-loser]

"well, yeah I might pass because that looks more uncomfortable the more I tbink about it"

[stray-little-loser]

Open Starter

She really, really should have thought this through. Her sword isn't right for her, hence why she rarely uses it, and why she still sucks at fighting. But, she just had to go into town to shop. Well, there's a very good reason why she went, she got some jewelry for her, and friends, but now she's being chased. By what? By a pair of cyclops, who want to make her their lunch. She's booking it in the direction camp is, but she doesn't think she'll make it, she doesn't have a drachma for the gray sisters, and she can't endanger a mortal taxi. So, she starts mumbling prayers under her breath, only a few around saving her, mostly looking out for her friends, and them being ok if she doesn't make it. And that is when you see her racing down a side street.

What do you do?

Tagging ppl interact with-

@son-of-anteros @thecalm-and-thechaos @robin-dolos-was-here

Feel free to interact please

[stray-little-loser]

Hey- I'm not a cop, but I am somewhat curious about what you're carrying. Now, you can tell me to piss of if you'd like, but I'm something of a professional. Doesn't matter if you've got a Mace can or a mace, I can take a look at it if it needs repairing. @net-line-sinker

"better question, are you a narc? And no, it's a sword, well, yeah it's a sad sword but a sword nonetheless, from the little weapons shed, hated them all but they wouldn't let me leave without a weapon so"

[net-line-sinker]

"Most narcs are cops, but I get what you mean. Short answer, no." "If you're rocking with a shortsword, we can put a poison edge on that thing, a spool that'll make it return to your hand- though I wouldn't recommend throwing it since it doesn't sound like a dagger, or we can get weird with it and try a blinding flare function. These are just off the top of my head."

[stray-little-loser]

"I barely even use the thing, doesn't work for me" she shrugs "haven't found one that does but they wouldn't leave me alone about having one so I just grabbed one randomly"

[net-line-sinker]

"I'm not of the mind that things don't work for people. I'm of the mind that people move on from things." Magdeline lowered her chin, inky black lips curled up into a smile. "Surely you haven't moved on from protecting yourself. Sometimes you gotta let people know, you know?"

[stray-little-loser]

"I... Was that English or am I just stupid? Sorry no I do not know, at all uh. I just know the sword feels weird in my hand and it's hard to use uhm.."

[net-line-sinker]

Magdeline laughs. She's got a thick Jersey accent, by the sound of it. Her shoulders are huge, too, and they look like rocks from certain angles. "Didn't mean to kill your vibe. You're not stupid, sometimes I say weird stuff. What I was trying to say is just cause you think you're not good at fighting with a sword doesn't mean you can't. Practice makes better."

[stray-little-loser]

"trust me, I've tried, people told me, yeah the sword doesn't fit right in your hand and blah blah blah, I stopped listening, but yeah on top of sucking, I have a sucky weapon"

[net-line-sinker]

"If you don't know how to use a weapon, how do you fight? How do you protect yourself? You more of a magician? Cause I know near nothing about magic, I'll be honest."

[stray-little-loser]

"uh, I run? Yeah, that's, that's about it, I don't leave camp so" she shrugs

[net-line-sinker]

Magdeline blinks, awkwardly adjusting her posture at a response she didn't expect. "Ah. Sometimes I forget that not everyone- goes on field missions. That's fair, that's- valid. But you know... self defense is good..."

[stray-little-loser]

"uh, well when you find a weapon that works with me and not against me, you just let me yeah?"

[net-line-sinker]

“You might be joking, but I’m gonna come back here with a Google Forms. A whole quiz to get the best weapon for your self-defense needs. Based on vibes!”

[stray-little-loser]

"oh joy, I'm so excited" the sarcasm was evident, but she did want a weapon she could actually use so she can leave camp eventually

[stray-little-loser]

Hey- I'm not a cop, but I am somewhat curious about what you're carrying. Now, you can tell me to piss of if you'd like, but I'm something of a professional. Doesn't matter if you've got a Mace can or a mace, I can take a look at it if it needs repairing. @net-line-sinker

"better question, are you a narc? And no, it's a sword, well, yeah it's a sad sword but a sword nonetheless, from the little weapons shed, hated them all but they wouldn't let me leave without a weapon so"

[net-line-sinker]

"Most narcs are cops, but I get what you mean. Short answer, no." "If you're rocking with a shortsword, we can put a poison edge on that thing, a spool that'll make it return to your hand- though I wouldn't recommend throwing it since it doesn't sound like a dagger, or we can get weird with it and try a blinding flare function. These are just off the top of my head."

[stray-little-loser]

"I barely even use the thing, doesn't work for me" she shrugs "haven't found one that does but they wouldn't leave me alone about having one so I just grabbed one randomly"

[net-line-sinker]

"I'm not of the mind that things don't work for people. I'm of the mind that people move on from things." Magdeline lowered her chin, inky black lips curled up into a smile. "Surely you haven't moved on from protecting yourself. Sometimes you gotta let people know, you know?"

[stray-little-loser]

"I... Was that English or am I just stupid? Sorry no I do not know, at all uh. I just know the sword feels weird in my hand and it's hard to use uhm.."

[net-line-sinker]

Magdeline laughs. She's got a thick Jersey accent, by the sound of it. Her shoulders are huge, too, and they look like rocks from certain angles. "Didn't mean to kill your vibe. You're not stupid, sometimes I say weird stuff. What I was trying to say is just cause you think you're not good at fighting with a sword doesn't mean you can't. Practice makes better."

[stray-little-loser]

"trust me, I've tried, people told me, yeah the sword doesn't fit right in your hand and blah blah blah, I stopped listening, but yeah on top of sucking, I have a sucky weapon"

[net-line-sinker]

"If you don't know how to use a weapon, how do you fight? How do you protect yourself? You more of a magician? Cause I know near nothing about magic, I'll be honest."

[stray-little-loser]

"uh, I run? Yeah, that's, that's about it, I don't leave camp so" she shrugs

[net-line-sinker]

Magdeline blinks, awkwardly adjusting her posture at a response she didn't expect. "Ah. Sometimes I forget that not everyone- goes on field missions. That's fair, that's- valid. But you know... self defense is good..."

[stray-little-loser]

"uh, well when you find a weapon that works with me and not against me, you just let me yeah?"

[stray-little-loser]

Hey- I'm not a cop, but I am somewhat curious about what you're carrying. Now, you can tell me to piss of if you'd like, but I'm something of a professional. Doesn't matter if you've got a Mace can or a mace, I can take a look at it if it needs repairing. @net-line-sinker

"better question, are you a narc? And no, it's a sword, well, yeah it's a sad sword but a sword nonetheless, from the little weapons shed, hated them all but they wouldn't let me leave without a weapon so"

[net-line-sinker]

"Most narcs are cops, but I get what you mean. Short answer, no." "If you're rocking with a shortsword, we can put a poison edge on that thing, a spool that'll make it return to your hand- though I wouldn't recommend throwing it since it doesn't sound like a dagger, or we can get weird with it and try a blinding flare function. These are just off the top of my head."

[stray-little-loser]

"I barely even use the thing, doesn't work for me" she shrugs "haven't found one that does but they wouldn't leave me alone about having one so I just grabbed one randomly"

[net-line-sinker]

"I'm not of the mind that things don't work for people. I'm of the mind that people move on from things." Magdeline lowered her chin, inky black lips curled up into a smile. "Surely you haven't moved on from protecting yourself. Sometimes you gotta let people know, you know?"

[stray-little-loser]

"I... Was that English or am I just stupid? Sorry no I do not know, at all uh. I just know the sword feels weird in my hand and it's hard to use uhm.."

[net-line-sinker]

Magdeline laughs. She's got a thick Jersey accent, by the sound of it. Her shoulders are huge, too, and they look like rocks from certain angles. "Didn't mean to kill your vibe. You're not stupid, sometimes I say weird stuff. What I was trying to say is just cause you think you're not good at fighting with a sword doesn't mean you can't. Practice makes better."

[stray-little-loser]

"trust me, I've tried, people told me, yeah the sword doesn't fit right in your hand and blah blah blah, I stopped listening, but yeah on top of sucking, I have a sucky weapon"

[net-line-sinker]

"If you don't know how to use a weapon, how do you fight? How do you protect yourself? You more of a magician? Cause I know near nothing about magic, I'll be honest."

[stray-little-loser]

"uh, I run? Yeah, that's, that's about it, I don't leave camp so" she shrugs

[stray-little-loser]

Hey- I'm not a cop, but I am somewhat curious about what you're carrying. Now, you can tell me to piss of if you'd like, but I'm something of a professional. Doesn't matter if you've got a Mace can or a mace, I can take a look at it if it needs repairing. @net-line-sinker

"better question, are you a narc? And no, it's a sword, well, yeah it's a sad sword but a sword nonetheless, from the little weapons shed, hated them all but they wouldn't let me leave without a weapon so"

[net-line-sinker]

"Most narcs are cops, but I get what you mean. Short answer, no." "If you're rocking with a shortsword, we can put a poison edge on that thing, a spool that'll make it return to your hand- though I wouldn't recommend throwing it since it doesn't sound like a dagger, or we can get weird with it and try a blinding flare function. These are just off the top of my head."

[stray-little-loser]

"I barely even use the thing, doesn't work for me" she shrugs "haven't found one that does but they wouldn't leave me alone about having one so I just grabbed one randomly"

[net-line-sinker]

"I'm not of the mind that things don't work for people. I'm of the mind that people move on from things." Magdeline lowered her chin, inky black lips curled up into a smile. "Surely you haven't moved on from protecting yourself. Sometimes you gotta let people know, you know?"

[stray-little-loser]

"I... Was that English or am I just stupid? Sorry no I do not know, at all uh. I just know the sword feels weird in my hand and it's hard to use uhm.."

[net-line-sinker]

Magdeline laughs. She's got a thick Jersey accent, by the sound of it. Her shoulders are huge, too, and they look like rocks from certain angles. "Didn't mean to kill your vibe. You're not stupid, sometimes I say weird stuff. What I was trying to say is just cause you think you're not good at fighting with a sword doesn't mean you can't. Practice makes better."

[stray-little-loser]

"trust me, I've tried, people told me, yeah the sword doesn't fit right in your hand and blah blah blah, I stopped listening, but yeah on top of sucking, I have a sucky weapon"

[stray-little-loser]

Hey- I'm not a cop, but I am somewhat curious about what you're carrying. Now, you can tell me to piss of if you'd like, but I'm something of a professional. Doesn't matter if you've got a Mace can or a mace, I can take a look at it if it needs repairing. @net-line-sinker

"better question, are you a narc? And no, it's a sword, well, yeah it's a sad sword but a sword nonetheless, from the little weapons shed, hated them all but they wouldn't let me leave without a weapon so"

[net-line-sinker]

"Most narcs are cops, but I get what you mean. Short answer, no." "If you're rocking with a shortsword, we can put a poison edge on that thing, a spool that'll make it return to your hand- though I wouldn't recommend throwing it since it doesn't sound like a dagger, or we can get weird with it and try a blinding flare function. These are just off the top of my head."

[stray-little-loser]

"I barely even use the thing, doesn't work for me" she shrugs "haven't found one that does but they wouldn't leave me alone about having one so I just grabbed one randomly"

[net-line-sinker]

"I'm not of the mind that things don't work for people. I'm of the mind that people move on from things." Magdeline lowered her chin, inky black lips curled up into a smile. "Surely you haven't moved on from protecting yourself. Sometimes you gotta let people know, you know?"

[stray-little-loser]

"I... Was that English or am I just stupid? Sorry no I do not know, at all uh. I just know the sword feels weird in my hand and it's hard to use uhm.."

[stray-little-loser]

Hey- I'm not a cop, but I am somewhat curious about what you're carrying. Now, you can tell me to piss of if you'd like, but I'm something of a professional. Doesn't matter if you've got a Mace can or a mace, I can take a look at it if it needs repairing. @net-line-sinker

"better question, are you a narc? And no, it's a sword, well, yeah it's a sad sword but a sword nonetheless, from the little weapons shed, hated them all but they wouldn't let me leave without a weapon so"

[net-line-sinker]

"Most narcs are cops, but I get what you mean. Short answer, no." "If you're rocking with a shortsword, we can put a poison edge on that thing, a spool that'll make it return to your hand- though I wouldn't recommend throwing it since it doesn't sound like a dagger, or we can get weird with it and try a blinding flare function. These are just off the top of my head."

[stray-little-loser]

"I barely even use the thing, doesn't work for me" she shrugs "haven't found one that does but they wouldn't leave me alone about having one so I just grabbed one randomly"

[stray-little-loser]

Hey- I'm not a cop, but I am somewhat curious about what you're carrying. Now, you can tell me to piss of if you'd like, but I'm something of a professional. Doesn't matter if you've got a Mace can or a mace, I can take a look at it if it needs repairing. @net-line-sinker

"better question, are you a narc? And no, it's a sword, well, yeah it's a sad sword but a sword nonetheless, from the little weapons shed, hated them all but they wouldn't let me leave without a weapon so"

[unlucky-fuck]

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)

[stray-little-loser]

"Well this is certainly a look." Picks one of the 4-leaved clovers out of his hair as if inspecting it. "I'm guessing this look wasn't exactly your idea by the sulk funk your currently in though."

[unlucky-fuck]

Archie glares at his new assailant, being as intimidating as one can be when covered in clovers. "Not my idea. Why are you talking to me? I dont know you.." He softens slightly. "Sorry, I um. I've had a day- do you need something?"

[stray-little-loser]

"well, you are sulking on the dock. Seemed rude to just walk by. Especially after it looks like the Hermes cabin got to you. Trashy little campers they are."

[unlucky-fuck]

Archie glares up at the camper from his spot on the ground. "What do you want?"

[stray-little-loser]

"was gonna offer to help pick these off you, doesn't seem the most comfortable no need to glare at me. Im not gonna push you in the lake chill"

[unlucky-fuck]

"If you can get them off, be my guest. They're stuck on." He curls in on himself- he almost looks like a moss covered boulder.

[stray-little-loser]

"stuck? What did they spell it or something. That's lame." She starts trying to pick them off "I take it they must not like you very much?"

[unlucky-fuck]

The clovers come off easily in her hands. "Clovers don't like me- specifically the four leaf ones. I don't like the clovers either. Hermes and Tyche kids thought itd be funny."

[stray-little-loser]

"well, they suck." She begins picking more of them off of him, starting with his skin where it looks the most uncomfortable "if you ever wanna get them back, let me know I'll gladly help"

[unlucky-fuck]

"No- they didn't know. I mean, I didn't know it was gonna be like this until it actually happened." Archie tries to help get them off, he struggles, and after he manages to get one off.. two more grow in its place.

[stray-little-loser]

"ok, so, you stop that and let me, because uh... Clovers growing from your skin is weird to watch yeah?"

[unlucky-fuck]

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)

[stray-little-loser]

"Well this is certainly a look." Picks one of the 4-leaved clovers out of his hair as if inspecting it. "I'm guessing this look wasn't exactly your idea by the sulk funk your currently in though."

[unlucky-fuck]

Archie glares at his new assailant, being as intimidating as one can be when covered in clovers. "Not my idea. Why are you talking to me? I dont know you.." He softens slightly. "Sorry, I um. I've had a day- do you need something?"

[stray-little-loser]

"well, you are sulking on the dock. Seemed rude to just walk by. Especially after it looks like the Hermes cabin got to you. Trashy little campers they are."

[unlucky-fuck]

Archie glares up at the camper from his spot on the ground. "What do you want?"

[stray-little-loser]

"was gonna offer to help pick these off you, doesn't seem the most comfortable no need to glare at me. Im not gonna push you in the lake chill"

[unlucky-fuck]

"If you can get them off, be my guest. They're stuck on." He curls in on himself- he almost looks like a moss covered boulder.

[stray-little-loser]

"stuck? What did they spell it or something. That's lame." She starts trying to pick them off "I take it they must not like you very much?"

[unlucky-fuck]

The clovers come off easily in her hands. "Clovers don't like me- specifically the four leaf ones. I don't like the clovers either. Hermes and Tyche kids thought itd be funny."

[stray-little-loser]

"well, they suck." She begins picking more of them off of him, starting with his skin where it looks the most uncomfortable "if you ever wanna get them back, let me know I'll gladly help"

[unlucky-fuck]

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)

[stray-little-loser]

"Well this is certainly a look." Picks one of the 4-leaved clovers out of his hair as if inspecting it. "I'm guessing this look wasn't exactly your idea by the sulk funk your currently in though."

[unlucky-fuck]

Archie glares at his new assailant, being as intimidating as one can be when covered in clovers. "Not my idea. Why are you talking to me? I dont know you.." He softens slightly. "Sorry, I um. I've had a day- do you need something?"

[stray-little-loser]

"well, you are sulking on the dock. Seemed rude to just walk by. Especially after it looks like the Hermes cabin got to you. Trashy little campers they are."

[unlucky-fuck]

Archie glares up at the camper from his spot on the ground. "What do you want?"

[stray-little-loser]

"was gonna offer to help pick these off you, doesn't seem the most comfortable no need to glare at me. Im not gonna push you in the lake chill"

[unlucky-fuck]

"If you can get them off, be my guest. They're stuck on." He curls in on himself- he almost looks like a moss covered boulder.

[stray-little-loser]

"stuck? What did they spell it or something. That's lame." She starts trying to pick them off "I take it they must not like you very much?"

[son-of-anteros]

OPEN STARTER

Zyren grumbled, hand on his bleeding side, sitting down against a tree.

He really needed to get a weapon and some training. Because any other day he wasn't sure he would have made it out alive. Well maybe not. They wouldn't keep monsters in the woods that would actually kill the campers, right? Or maybe they would and they just hadn't expected someone as inexperienced as him to make his way to one.

He wasn't sure what had happened. One moment he thought he was about to die the next the monster just...froze.

He only briefly noticed the glow of the pocket-watch he kept on him before running. The adrenaline had kept him running until he was far away and he fell here.

The pain was pulsing through him now, the adrenaline having run out.

He knew whe wasn't going to die even though he was bleeding more than he had initially expected and now he just needed to gather up enough strength to walk all the way to the med bay. Through the dark. While bleeding.

Gods he was tired.

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No pressure tags:

@demigod-prince-of-desire @snakelet-of-hebe @stray-little-loser @unlucky-fuck @/open to everyone

[stray-little-loser]

she was just walking in the woods for fun, maybe wanted a little practice on her sword thats a real monster. She was not expecting to find him here. Her eyes go wide when she stumbles across him, immediately rushing over to asses what happened. "Oh my gods what did you, what happened, are you ok? Well obviously not dumb question sorry. Oh that's a lot of blood that's not good"

[son-of-anteros]

He let out a small chuckle at the question and then immediately regretted it when the pain surged through him

"It's not that bad. I think. Too much blood to actually tell how the wound is but I ran for a solid 5 minutes with this so it can't be too bad"

[stray-little-loser]

"oh my god. Ok, we just... need to get you to the infirmary. We can do that. Yeah. Ok step one. We need to get you standing. And do as little talking as possible maybe? I don't want to hurt you even more that's bad ok? Ok"

[son-of-anteros]

"Yeah hard for me. I told you all I do is talk" he says, trying to give a smile that probably looked more like a grimaced.

"Right the infirmary. God I don't wanna stand up. Maybe if I sit here the wound will close on its own. Don't demigod have like a magical healing food thing? Can I have that?"

[stray-little-loser]

"well unless you can pull some out of no where no, if j go get some this could get worse I'm not faking chances, so up you go, slowly ok, lean on me" she does her best to take most of his weight and basically carry him

[son-of-anteros]

Zyren tries to muffle his groan as he stands up, "I'm too heavy" he tells her when she tries to take on most of his weight.

"Let me just" he lets out trying to adjust so he could put some weight on his other leg

[stray-little-loser]

"no, no no I got this, we're trying to cause you the least amount of pain." She's very very determined to make sure he's in as little pain as possible "ok, so, we just have to walk like, well the infirmary isn't exactly close so this should be fun"

[son-of-anteros]

"If you're sure. Because as previously established you're tiny" he says, slumping onto her.

"Oh save me my knight in shining armor and blue hair. Ow walking hurts" he grimaced

[stray-little-loser]

"I'm not tiny excuse you, and yes I'm sure. Whatever alleviates your pain even a little bit" she wrinkles her nose because he does have a point, she's just much to stubborn to ever admjt jt.

"that's why I'm carrying your weight idiot. What did you even do" they walk slowly so they don't mess his side up to much

[son-of-anteros]

"Woah way to try to blame the victim" he says, rolling his eyes

"For your information the monster came out of nowhere. I didn't do anything"

[stray-little-loser]

she sighs "fine sorry, well, at least your alive, that's good, I'd have to bring you back and kill you myself if you would've gotten yourself killed. Dying isn't allowed mister."

[son-of-anteros]

"So now you get to decide if I'm allowed to die or not? Everyday I question our friendship"

[stray-little-loser]

"yes, because dying is bad. You can't do that. Is very bad. Logical reasons say you can't die. Cuz I would like miss you, only a little bit, but shut up I don't know. Just don't do it"

[son-of-anteros]

"Yeah because demigods and monsters are all very logical things too" he says

"Awwwww you'd miss me if I died? That's so sweet"

[stray-little-loser]

"shut up shut up I said a little bit" she groans and tries to hide her face as she carries him, their slowly getting closer to their goal "I'm not sweet I'm like evil"

[son-of-anteros]

He almost laughs but then is reminded by his pain to not do that, "yeah sure soooo evil"

"I bet you'd be so sad at my funeral. You'll make a whole speech about how amazing i was and how I was taken away too soon"

[stray-little-loser]

"because you would be taken to soon" grumbles, but it's obvious she does care, she spots the infirmary "look we're almost there, which means you get to sit down and they'll heal you"

[son-of-anteros]

"Aww no more sweet and caring Harper" he pouted but was glad at the sight of the infirmary.

He was definitely on the verge of collapse, he didn't think he could walk much longer even with harper's support

[stray-little-loser]

She glances at him and sees it, she tries to make a decent plan, she probably can't full on carry him, but she might have to try. She tries to take more of his weight and move them a bit faster "I'm sweet when I want to be Zy"

[son-of-anteros]

"Glad to see I get to experience some of that. It's rare with your constant threats" he says, stumbling slightly.

They reach the infirmary and he feels himself be put on one of the beds. He's too tired to notice most other stuff

[stray-little-loser]

She sets him gently and immediately finds an Apollo kid, who argues their all busy. And she argues right back because no one else in is here currently bleeding out so they better help Zyren, they fold just so she'll stop yelling. She drags a chair up to one side of the bed and sits next to him

[son-of-anteros]

OPEN STARTER

Zyren grumbled, hand on his bleeding side, sitting down against a tree.

He really needed to get a weapon and some training. Because any other day he wasn't sure he would have made it out alive. Well maybe not. They wouldn't keep monsters in the woods that would actually kill the campers, right? Or maybe they would and they just hadn't expected someone as inexperienced as him to make his way to one.

He wasn't sure what had happened. One moment he thought he was about to die the next the monster just...froze.

He only briefly noticed the glow of the pocket-watch he kept on him before running. The adrenaline had kept him running until he was far away and he fell here.

The pain was pulsing through him now, the adrenaline having run out.

He knew whe wasn't going to die even though he was bleeding more than he had initially expected and now he just needed to gather up enough strength to walk all the way to the med bay. Through the dark. While bleeding.

Gods he was tired.

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No pressure tags:

@demigod-prince-of-desire @snakelet-of-hebe @stray-little-loser @unlucky-fuck @/open to everyone

[stray-little-loser]

she was just walking in the woods for fun, maybe wanted a little practice on her sword thats a real monster. She was not expecting to find him here. Her eyes go wide when she stumbles across him, immediately rushing over to asses what happened. "Oh my gods what did you, what happened, are you ok? Well obviously not dumb question sorry. Oh that's a lot of blood that's not good"

[son-of-anteros]

He let out a small chuckle at the question and then immediately regretted it when the pain surged through him

"It's not that bad. I think. Too much blood to actually tell how the wound is but I ran for a solid 5 minutes with this so it can't be too bad"

[stray-little-loser]

"oh my god. Ok, we just... need to get you to the infirmary. We can do that. Yeah. Ok step one. We need to get you standing. And do as little talking as possible maybe? I don't want to hurt you even more that's bad ok? Ok"

[son-of-anteros]

"Yeah hard for me. I told you all I do is talk" he says, trying to give a smile that probably looked more like a grimaced.

"Right the infirmary. God I don't wanna stand up. Maybe if I sit here the wound will close on its own. Don't demigod have like a magical healing food thing? Can I have that?"

[stray-little-loser]

"well unless you can pull some out of no where no, if j go get some this could get worse I'm not faking chances, so up you go, slowly ok, lean on me" she does her best to take most of his weight and basically carry him

[son-of-anteros]

Zyren tries to muffle his groan as he stands up, "I'm too heavy" he tells her when she tries to take on most of his weight.

"Let me just" he lets out trying to adjust so he could put some weight on his other leg

[stray-little-loser]

"no, no no I got this, we're trying to cause you the least amount of pain." She's very very determined to make sure he's in as little pain as possible "ok, so, we just have to walk like, well the infirmary isn't exactly close so this should be fun"

[son-of-anteros]

"If you're sure. Because as previously established you're tiny" he says, slumping onto her.

"Oh save me my knight in shining armor and blue hair. Ow walking hurts" he grimaced

[stray-little-loser]

"I'm not tiny excuse you, and yes I'm sure. Whatever alleviates your pain even a little bit" she wrinkles her nose because he does have a point, she's just much to stubborn to ever admjt jt.

"that's why I'm carrying your weight idiot. What did you even do" they walk slowly so they don't mess his side up to much

[son-of-anteros]

"Woah way to try to blame the victim" he says, rolling his eyes

"For your information the monster came out of nowhere. I didn't do anything"

[stray-little-loser]

she sighs "fine sorry, well, at least your alive, that's good, I'd have to bring you back and kill you myself if you would've gotten yourself killed. Dying isn't allowed mister."

[son-of-anteros]

"So now you get to decide if I'm allowed to die or not? Everyday I question our friendship"

[stray-little-loser]

"yes, because dying is bad. You can't do that. Is very bad. Logical reasons say you can't die. Cuz I would like miss you, only a little bit, but shut up I don't know. Just don't do it"

[son-of-anteros]

"Yeah because demigods and monsters are all very logical things too" he says

"Awwwww you'd miss me if I died? That's so sweet"

[stray-little-loser]

"shut up shut up I said a little bit" she groans and tries to hide her face as she carries him, their slowly getting closer to their goal "I'm not sweet I'm like evil"

[son-of-anteros]

He almost laughs but then is reminded by his pain to not do that, "yeah sure soooo evil"

"I bet you'd be so sad at my funeral. You'll make a whole speech about how amazing i was and how I was taken away too soon"

[stray-little-loser]

"because you would be taken to soon" grumbles, but it's obvious she does care, she spots the infirmary "look we're almost there, which means you get to sit down and they'll heal you"

[son-of-anteros]

"Aww no more sweet and caring Harper" he pouted but was glad at the sight of the infirmary.

He was definitely on the verge of collapse, he didn't think he could walk much longer even with harper's support

[stray-little-loser]

She glances at him and sees it, she tries to make a decent plan, she probably can't full on carry him, but she might have to try. She tries to take more of his weight and move them a bit faster "I'm sweet when I want to be Zy"