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ew no
ooc. well its a good thing then that i wasnt asking if any british assholes wanted starters
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lesserdeath replied to your post
ew no
ooc. well its a good thing then that i wasnt asking if any british assholes wanted starters
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' -- hey, nico, what do ya call it when a radio talk-show host dies in the middle of his show? '
lesserdeath & gillespiie have remembered..
( don't mind h i m, okay? blood was a much too common sight to be spitting out his mouth any- ways. )
Devon knew it would be a long day when he woke up with a note from his dad that started with "My dearest son", followed by a smiley face writen in golden ink, because golden ink and kind words meant delivery and the smiley face following meant his dad was still a baby stuffed in a grown god suit.
Camp Half-Blood had always seemed like a holiday resort to Devon, not a serious, all-year thing, unlike New Rome, there didn't seem to be room for older demigods or actual adults there, only kids and summer activity leader, and the themed cabins for each god didn't help that image at all.
And yet there he was, a package in hand in front of a completely black house that looked like something out of the Adams Family. He let out a small sigh, adjusted the cap his father made him wear and knocked on the door, not waiting for a response to speak up.
"I've got a package for Nico di Angelo"
{ + a lot }
"How bad is it?" Usually she'd just go on without a word when it came to scrapes and bruises, but this stings like hell. "Do you think I'll need it wrapped?"
lesserdeath
"Nico?" Bianca tilted her head as she spotted the boy sitting alone. It wasn't exactly a shocking image, her brother being alone, but she worried anyway. "Are you doing okay?"
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+ "My lord." Silver stopped short and bowed in respect; not expecting to see the Ambassador in New Rome; "There is an emergency Senate meeting being held at the Forum. Should I escort you there?"
lesserdeath replied to your post “every time percy cracks a pun malcolm dies a little on the inside”
i hope the joke that kills him from the inside is "the past, present and future walk into a bar. it was tense." because that joke is perfect.
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