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wanderingcourage replied to your post:I’m like 99.5 percent sure I’m going to hell when...
[No worries dude, I’ll meet you down there.]
//I'm just gonna like make a list of people to look for in hell. Callin' out urls and stuff like that and once we've all come together we gonna turn up.//
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Another year had come and gone, and as far as Piper knew, no potentially world ending catastrophes had occurred, great prophecies announced, or extreme happenings that would make her wonder if it would be an even worse idea than usual to return to camp and become a part of the madness. Though, even if any of the above had occurred, Piper would come regardless of the risk--and it's not like she would know until she arrived in camp since she wasn't a year-rounder.
The year as a whole had been blissfully uneventful. Save the few stray monsters here and there, Piper had been free to enjoy her normal life and spend a bit more time than usual with her father. Even the cab ride to Half Blood Hill had been without incident. It was almost creepy. Now walking towards the hill, her bags on her back and a medium drink from McDonald's in her hand, Piper spotted the first oddity of the day. A blonde male that Piper had never seen before was near the base of the hill. Seeing as he was also lacking the orange CHB t-shirt she presently wore, or the common knowledge to 'stay behind the barrier for your own safety', she gathered he wasn't a new arrival that had made it to camp during the year. So either mortal or a demi god that may or may not know what they are.
"Hey," She called, approaching the male. "Are you lost?" It had happened to a pizza delivery boy once, so why couldn't it happen again to whomever this was?
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The Deity glanced to look at the man in green. The sight before him widened his eyes a bit. It's him. He's right thre. But How? Well, no use thinking about it, he had a newcomer to greet. "Welcome to Termina, Sir. I hope you enjoy your stay here." He said, offering out his hand.
"Puling on your wrappings. Obviously. Why do you wear this anyway? As far as I know, Sheikah can walk around without them right?" Cue curious heroic dork number one giving his friend a random hello of sorts.
A natural curiosity to be sure, Sheik could not blame him for that. However, it did not make him want to lose the wrappings he had. He was androgynous at the best of times, and while he loved his golden locks and their symbolization they were a dead give away. His whole appearance was, yet as a ninja, it served its purpose enough. "Disguise." answered he before he tried to fix his turban.
Gives one of the wraps on Sheik's turban an experimental tug.
The Sheikah had heard the approach of the man in green. The bearer of Courage was not all that graceful, nor was he quiet which made it easy for Sheik to know where he was. However, he could not read minds. Therefore when the hand reached to tug his braid, surprise momentarily crossed Sheik’s features. His head was pulled to the side, a small noise of discomfort coming before he reached up to hold the other’s wrist and began to straighten his stance. “What are you doing Hero…?”
Other Worlds || Winter's Fury!verse Open
Arendelle's North Mountain had a reputation for being....magical. Most people interpreted that as haunted, but not all. Of course, Elsa couldn't rightly say; she was part of the legend herself, after all. Still, the once-princess knew she wasn't the only magical thing on the mountain.
Knowing that, Elsa was extremely wary when exploring her home. She knew, better than most, how dangerous this place could be. A girl could only stay cooped up in her own cave for so long, though, so off she'd gone.
That might have been a mistake, in hindsight. Feet bare and carrying no supplies, Elsa had wandered into a cave she'd never seen before. Now- Well, now she had no idea where she was. Not Arendelle, that was for sure. It looked far too different for that.
Glancing back at the dark maw of the opening she'd come from, the girl dithered, not sure what to do. Then, off in the distance, she glimpsed a figure. Squinting she peered closer.
"Hello...?"
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"Hmm? What have we here?" Flavia cautiously observed Link before she smiled and extended her hand. "I've never seen clothing like those before, but I can tell you're a warrior. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Flavia, East-Khan of Regna Ferox. What's your name?"
