#long open starter

[apocalyptic-mrd-andpercy]

Open starter: what?

(Warning. Longggg open starter.)

It was pretty calm, peaceful day at camp half-blood. Atleast weather wise. Camp was always chaotic, and especially now since Chiron wasn’t teaching any lessons today. Apparently something had happened, and he had to deal with a situation. He didn’t clarify any more than that.

You were in the big house, for whatever reason. When you heard voices in a little side room, with seats and couches and such. They sounded…kinda familiar.

Inside there were two people. Mr.D and…Percy Jackson? Alright, odd off the bat. Seeing them sitting there, talking even somewhat civilly. Well, Dionysus was sitting. Percy was laying down, taking up a whole couch and forcing the god into a chair next to said couch. Except the two looked…different from the normal Mr.D and Percy you knew.

“This is like heaven.” The boy laughed, staring up at the ceiling. He had something laying across his stomach. A heating pad? And a bottle of water and Advil sat on the table. “I mean- not really. It’s still hell, but…lessened.” He hummed.

“Yeah. I remember when Ariadne was mortal again and stuff, and had to deal with periods again, I’d warm her up a blanket by the fire at my jobs. So she could lay it across her stomach for cramps.” Wait- what? “Sometimes if it was summer, there would be rare delicacies they’d bring through the QZ. No matter how far it was from our apartment or how many kids there were or whatever- I would go and get some for her. Mainly when she’d be on her period and craving it.” That made no sense. What was he even talking about?

“Like what kind of delicacies?” Percy raised an eyebrow. “Eh…usually stuff like popsicles, ice cream.” The god shrugged. Percy blinked. “Ice cream?” Why was he unfamiliar with the concept of ice cream? Surely the son of Poseidon knew what ice cream was. “Yeah…ice cream. It’s like…frozen milk or whatever- frozen cream. There’s different kinds and like a million different flavors. It’s a sweet treat. Cold- usually something tasty to help you cool down in the summer.” Dionysus explained. Percy stared at him in awe, eyes wide with wonder.

“Oh my god I need ice cream.” He murmured. “I’m not getting you ice cream-“ The god scoffed. “Why not?! You got it for her when she was on her period! Why not me?” Percy pouted. Does that mean he was implying that he was..?

To everyone’s knowledge, Percy Jackson was a boy. But…if…

Do you approach these two?

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[flashyrainbowloverr]

Open Starter: Leaving.

Amari was certainly acting…different. I mean no one could I really blame her- she’d finally gotten together with the person she’d been in love with for a while now, and they were happy.

Then he died. And it seemed to be her breaking point.

You were wandering around camp, for whatever reason, when you heard something from an off to the side training area. When you look, you spot her. Amari. She’s throwing some odd looking knives at some old practice targets, with a concerning amount of force. And an oddly blank expression to match.

There’s a bag on the ground next to her. Decorated with pins and embroidered with different things, but the weapons and travel supplies spilling out of it don’t match. The only thing that does it the smeared paper with what seems to have been a colorful drawing at one point—but is now a messed up blurry mess. Looks like someone’s been crying on it.

Amari looks….terrible. To say the least. Who knew grief could make you go downhill so quick. Her roots were peaking through, it seemed she decided to not dye them again like she’d been planning—there were bags under her bloodshot eyes, her skin was even paler than usual, and her general expression was just not her. It looked like she almost didn’t have a soul from afar.

Then she blinked and noticed you, slowly lowering the knife she was about to throw at another busted up old target. “Uhm- hi?” She tucks it away in her pocket, staring at you with a blank, almost creepy face.

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[thepunishermax-blog]

Oh, shit. Baby. | Open | Para

Frank wiped blood from his face, he sniffled and sighed. That was worth the time to come and kill this bastard. The scum was a drug lord. Putting anything he can onto the streets so he can make a buck. Frank even had a feeling he was in on a prostitution ring in the next town over. What an asshole. Guys like him pissed him off so much. Destroying lives.

Frank hissed in pain, the asshole got a good hit on him, his jaw was hurting. Pretty impressive...for a piece of scum of course. He grabbed his gun and started to head towards the door. What stopped the big bad Punisher in his tracks wasn’t something he expected. Was that a meowing cat--?

No. That was a sound he all to familiar with.

The wailing of a baby. Frank followed the sound to a bedroom. It was decked out in pink and ribbons lined the cradle. That baby must’ve been a deep sleeper to not wake up during his altercation with her--. Shit, he just killed the baby’s father. Shit, shitshit. Please, she’s got to have a mother.

Quickly, he scooped up the small baby and wandered the house looking for any evidence that a mother was in the picture.

This great night is turning very sour. The vigilante couldn’t find shit on a mother either. The baby was still crying. His fatherly instincts seemed to be in autopilot, as he found himself numbly searching cabinets for baby formula. Bingo. He made up a bottle, rocking the baby in the process. He fed the little girl and sighed. He could always call the police and leave her here... She’d probably end up in some shitty foster home for the rest of her life though.

His brain went into over drive. Protective fatherly over drive. Frank did the unbelievable. He left with the baby, taking a few things of formula, diapers, a couple change of clothes and a toy or two and he took the carseat and popped into the van.

He left the house, taking the baby with him. He hoped no one saw him.

He was usually in and out on these kinds of jobs. This was a big change in his usual work. He didn’t know what to do with her. He needed to make a phone call. Find someone who would know where to go with her.

He needed someone. He needed help.

He dialed a number once he was able to try and get said help, waiting to see what they’d say on the situation.

[apocalyptic-mrd-andpercy]

Open Starter: Odd.

Percy was acting…odd. To say the least. A couple of days ago, someone spotted Mr.D and Percy Jackson walking around camp. But they looked, and acted, different.

It was only when Chiron finally explained that the two were from a complete different universe that it made sense why. They told their story, and explained the horrifying world they came from. A one where there was an odd, zombie apocalypse. That had come from Tartarus itself, infecting mortals and such.

What had really been the main thought about the situation was—what if one of them were infected? What if they brought this stuff into this universe? The rumors and whispers didn’t stop, even when Chiron tried to reassure people.

It didn’t help that the two were so secretive and distant—to everyone but themselves.

A lot of people were interested to learn about the new versions of their camp director and the son of Poseidon. But the two were VERY different. They seemed suspicious of everyone. 

For whatever reason, you were down by the beach. Maybe fishing, maybe swimming—maybe just walking. When you spotted the two. They were talking amongst themselves. “You realize someone could’ve seen it, right? What do you think would’ve happened then?”

The new Percy huffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Yeah, yeah- I know. I just…wanted to do what normal kids do.” He sighed. Both their heads suddenly turned at the same time, snapping towards you.

There was a healed over bite mark on the younger’s arm. Veins stained black around the spot.

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[blue-scorpion-king]

An Scorpion’s Disappointment ~Open to Anyone, and any Neo out there~

[I would suggest talking to me on whatever questions you have on this setup and why you should read my blog’s pages for context, even if there are long and filled up. The context matters. ouo]

The year is 2042, in the universe, known as Bagklock, March 1st, 5:00 p.m. in the afternoon.

It has been 6 years since the Second Breach of Beacon disaster, where the one punch from Earl’s digital monstrous pal, Armadillomon, digivolved into Vikemon to finish off the Grimm Dragon, made the entire Beacon area an winter tundra for many months, along with an enraged Ruby Rose’s silver eyes ‘freezing’ Cinder Fall, in her sheer disbelief, right after the ‘death’ of Pyrrha Nikos. But, it turned out to be Emerald’s illusions to throw Cinder off at the nick of time, and to take her to Haven for protection.

But, unlike Cinder & Mercury, Emerald Sustrai was with the Black Blood Beasts long before that disaster happened, and a long while after the Black Blood War of 2014 to 2017, where three color-coded factions fought on many places and that was when the seed for the Black Blood Beasts was planted, in spilled black blood.

Cinder Fall already got her talk from the boss of the X-Hunter group, the Black Blood Beasts. That was Earl Zolubu, who is known as ‘The Blue Scorpion King’ to many, which got her released from her from her frozen state back in mid-2037, with an heater machine in the HQ of the Black Blood Beasts. The HQ is located in the Gourmet World’s Area 12, where Earl reigns as its King.

The ‘Revolution’ was done and over with since 2037, where Salem was destroyed by the enraged & transformed younger brother of Earl, Count Zolubu, the X-Hunter CEO of the Font-Fink Company, for plasmids and vigors, Mercury Black killed by Emerald, who was defending Pyrrha, Adam Taurus beaten severely by Sun and his team, Team CFVY, Piccolo, Yang Xiao Long, Anny Karheart, Jarlial Zoryofu, and Blake Belladonna, along with the majority of the faunus extremist White Fang, then by two ‘skeletons’, and Earl & Armaddie defending the growth of Weiss Schnee with their lives, against her over-bearing and ‘blind’ father. Hell, the Revolution failed in the first place due to the unyielding will of Professor Ozpin, the head of Beacon Academy, and that would be one of the key reasons why Salem lost in her conquest to eradicate Remnant.

But, that is all in the past, and only one loose end that is to be tied, this afternoon, is Neo’s betrayal. The other traitor, Raiji, has his talk with the boss already taken care of this morning.

This is an long time coming for Neo.

As Earl tries his hands on doing some simple tweaking to playing the Moonlight Sonata, he waits for the two members to come through the door of the cathedral, at the center of the second floor of Earl’s 9 floor, 9 story tall mansion home, and put Neo in there, alone with Earl, her Boss...

But, if it is someone else, it would be fine with Earl for him, or her, to come in, if they want to visit him.

But, something jerks at Earl’s mind, since he has known the reason why Neo disappeared and betrayed him for the ‘Revolution’.

Why did she betray him and join Cinder, when she lost the friendly match fair and square, pale as an ghost, and actually pissed herself, on the ground on that day?

Earl knows that his appearance would not really scare someone into pissing themselves, when he just goes into a fight all excited and not holding back as much. But, perhaps Neo can clarify that, despite Earl’s utter disappointment in her. He is not happy with her and she does not need to explain. She would have to accept her talk with her boss, if she is even prepared for it.

The knock on the two door far from him could signal the breakdown of Neo, or later than an visit from whatever is behind those double doors.

“Do come in please.”