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[landofgodsxmonsters]

|| OPENISH || Poseidon & Percy ||

“I can explain I swear—”

[halfbloodrp-promos-blog]

❝ --- KEEPING YOUNG HEROES SAFE FROM HARM (MOSTLY) FOR OVER THREE MILLENNIA ❞

            FULL PLOT | GODS/CABINS | IRIS MESSAGE | JOIN

Shrouded by the Mist and protected by the Golden Fleece is a safe haven built to protect the children of the 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤. Nestled along the shores Long Island Sound, New York, is  ❝ᴄᴀᴍᴩ ʜᴀʟꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ.❞ Demigods flock here from all over the world to train and learn under the care and guidance of Chiron, the centaur. But will they ready to face the challenges of being part 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓮?

           TAKEN FCS | MOST WANTED FCS | WANTED CONNECTIONS

(Halfbloodrp is heavily based on the Percy Jackson and the Olympians universe, where offspring of the Greek Gods with special powers and abilities live and train in their own ‘safe’ haven. OC based semi-appless inclusive RP driven by character development and plots/events. Very active!)

[diangelo-nico]

Monsters are always hungry, Darling. // {Open}

If there was a list dedicated to the children of Hades who were most prone to holding grudges to the point of obsession, Nico would probably be one of them. On the eve of his eighteenth birthday, a normal teenager should not be expected to survive a test set up by his dad's current wife. A normal teenager would not be able to climb his way out of a literal hell hole with a dislocated shoulder, three broken fingers, and a very serious cut on his inner thigh. A normal teenager would be dead. Nico was very much alive, so you, dear readers, may guess at how normal that makes him. He barely manages to lift himself up from the crack in the ground. His inability to hear or see anything around him rendered him terrifyingly dependent on his sense of touch and smell. He knew that the things around him were alive. He had finally made it to the upper world. Right as he cleared it, the massive gash closed leaving him above ground and out of any immediate danger. His hearing came back and a rush of sounds flooded him overwhelming him with a sense of relief. He could almost hear the high pitched keels of laughter coming from beneath him. That would be Persephone, he thought sourly.

When his sight came back to him, he wondered if the lack of light was due to his strain against losing consciousness or to it just being night. Either way even he realized he would need someone to help him. He tried to summon Mrs. O'Leary but the attempt was cut short by the feeling of his throat constricting. He didn't know how long he went without breathing, it couldn't have been that long but the next thing he knew he was sucking in great lungfuls of air and scrambling to get up even as his body protested. The intervals of suffocation had been one of a litany of curses thrown against him when he had approached the fury driven Goddess. Against his orders his body broke down again leaving him sobbing into the dirt of the forest floor. Never had he felt this helpless and pathetic. He swore that if he managed to survive, he'd get Persephone back. Somehow.

Until then, he settled for a low moan of pain as her poisons ebbed away the longer he was out of the Underworld. He couldn't move his fingers and his shoulder had yet to be put back into place but his pain lessened considerably. It was enough to allow him to choke out a small plea for help.