#pelagaios

[sunboyallowed]

          @pelagaios​​. ( event sc. )

He looked – in a bad mood, maybe?

Voyager had learned pretty quickly that this ‘Halloween’ was supposed to be something fun. It seemed like even the scares were all meant to be something enjoyable, though he hadn’t quite been able to figure out what made it different from any other day? What was special about being scared around Halloween?

He’d figure it out later! He really wanted to understand.

But! What he wanted to understand more was why, during a time of year when everybody else seemed so energetic and happy, this boy looked... not? Voyager puffed out his cheeks in thought, but no reason came to mind. There was plenty to do and lots of candy everywhere. It shouldn’t be an upsetting time, should it?

... well! He’d try to get in the spirit – hehe – of things, then!

Toddling up to him, Voyager shoved his arms up into the air. The sheet, laying loosely over his shoulders, slid off and tumbled into a heap on the ground.

“Boo!!”

“It’s Halloween! No sulking.”

It wasn’t even Halloween yet. Voyager still flickered in and out of sight a couple of times nevertheless, not realizing that his ghost costume had fallen off.

[thedyinggasp]

of course, there was only one seat left on the bus shuttle and that empty seat happened to be to the right of emet-selch. he did not make a habit of catching the public transportation, not when he could simple vanish and reappear where he liked, but he rather enjoyed the sights of the journey. not that he would admit that to anyone. the most recent person to swagger through the doors, was a young man, obviously a teen, wind-swept and clutching his bags of shopping. as the stranger slumped down beside him, the ascian rolled his eyes and took back to his time glancing out of the window. 

he might have remained that way, had he not spied in the reflection, the back cover of a dvd clutched in the young man’s hand. ah, that movie. yes, he’d seen a few movies since his arrival to spirale. with little else to do, he found a rather great hobby in watching them from time to time. some of them, however, we hardly worth the price of the dust jacket. 

“ i wouldn’t bother with that one. they all live in the end. it’s frightfully dull, they even tease the death of the girl right at the start. and the plot isn’t all that wise either. merely an excuse to flash a few ankles and breasts. “ the entire movie, spoilt right then and there. well, what was the point in letting the kid become excited about his new scary movie purchase when he knew how terrible it was? chaos sown, deed of the day done,. 

“ i do hope you kept your ticket for that purchase. “ ///// @pelagaios​

[memovouloir]

{;STARTER @pelagaios​}

“Hey!!”

She shouted out as soon as she saw him and recognized him. He hasn’t been here in like... forever! They weren’t the closest of friends, sure, but they were sill friends (or at least in her mind) so he was deserving of a welcome back hug.

Which she was already quickly closing the gap to do, resulting in Percy being held in a big hug, Memo’s momentum resulting in her even lifting him off the ground a bit.

Just a little bit, though, and only for a second. She’s very physically weak.

“It’s been ages since I last saw you! Did you get taller?!”

[manteic-blog]

“so what this show is telling me... is that it’s my box now.”

@pelagaios

[roleplaypositivitea-blog]

@pelagaios is such a fantastic Percy roleplayer and puts so much love into their muse and it shows that in everything that they do from metas to replies to even their OOC posts. The mun shows such a degree of mastery over Greek myths and knowledge of PJO that they're such an immense pleasure to follow and such a genuine, kind person OOC.

[odairinga]

starter for @pelagaios! <33

[bravestdragon-blog]

     ❛     hey --- what’s the difference between a snow man and a snow woman?     ❜   he paused, waiting a beat.    ❛     snow balls!   ha!     ❜

@pelagaios

[starkilld-blog]

@pelagaios  LIKED FOR A STARTER

with what little money dwells within his pockets, it became rather quickly to be a matter of saving until a purchase was absolutely necessary. though, he did possess something like a weapon thus perhaps holding someone at gun-point for their money wasn’t entirely crossed off of the option list just yet, there was a more practical way to go about ensuring he did not merely throw away cash at the first moment he could. not that he was the sort. rather, his entire life he had been something of a prude when it came to money ; spending as little possible, for the sake of reaping a much more worthy reward.

for what he lacked in wealth, he had always made up for in experience and knowledge. 

but there was one purchase he felt to be entirely needed, something which would provide not only the answer to many questions rattling about his brain, but also serve as perhaps filler for the time he would most likely spend aboard the shuttle he was destined to board in the near future. a newspaper ; black & white and incredibly old fashioned as these things do go. no holographic images, no scanned data. it was incredibly simple, for a man far too used to only the latest technology. he pays for the paper and brandishes it before him, the cold wind whipping his neck as he reads across the printed words for the answers he seeks. the why’s, why how’s, the where’s... two-thousand and seventeen. the date scripted so plainly for him to see. well, there was one answer.

but before he has time to divulge into the edition, the breeze rips the paper from his gloved grip and flies forward as if pulled away from him by a supernatural force. the gale sends it hurtling down, leaving hux only to play audience, as it whisks down and smacks a stranger plain in the face. instead of offering an apology, or even chasing after the runaway paper, the general stares down the victim of the newspaper attack, walking across eventually with the pace of a man only half-interested. 

“ there’d better not be drool staining this now. “ comes the eventual remark, tone firm as he rips the paper away from the young man. his gaze is as ice cold as the cruel wind which slaps against the cheeks of all who brace the day, a searing sort of unlikable stare.