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(OOC: Tai. :D)

ooc: Where're you from, then? :3

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Okay…?

Sorry, I think I had too much sugar. Haha! See you later. :D

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Sooner or later. (OOC: Indeed.)

I just hope it won't be in a battlefield.

Okay bye.

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Better watch out, then.

Ooh, I'm so scared. Can't wait to test your skills out.

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She purses her lips, thinking of a way to answer without agitating her head. Unfortunately, it wasn't a long time as she opens her mouth to speak. "I've seen Lord Apollo's car. Or I could conjure a cloud? And your dad is the guardian of the bridge between here and there, right?" she asks, pulling up a weed then flicking it off her hand. "And no. But I've read in stories that some heroes eventually win the war and the gods have a debt to them, so..." she shrugs. "There are a lot of demigods, and it's not impossible for one of them to be owed by the Norse gods. Just very very improbable."

Cave Hobo Pervert and Bad Temper Girl. [Kite and Noelle]

“Mh, probably.” He muttered, deciding to not dwell on it too much. If his head wasn’t hurting so much, he would’ve given a more thoughtful piece to the conversation he and the girl was having. I should really learn how to mute out certain noises, he thought to himself. “There are two problems with that,” he said after her suggestion. “First of all, how are we supposed to get there? And two, do you really think the Gods would just tell us everything?”

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Only if you do something incredibly annoying.

I'm going to be scared out of my wits very soon then.

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Eh. That’s cabin 11.

Yup. Do I need to be scared of any abilities that you possess?

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Ares. And you’re from what cabin?

No idea what the number is, but Hermes cabin. And before you ask, yes, I am still unclaimed.

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Alright, fair enough. The name’s Mark.

And you are claimed. Obviously. Godly parent?

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No. You must be, though.

I've been here for a year. Not really the definition of new, seeing as campers are coming in everyday. Name's Noelle, and you are?

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Hello, stranger. You new?

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She tilts her head to the side, poking and prodding at the idea in her brain until it turned to mere equations and oversimplified visions of death and destruction. "Could be plausible. I mean, we are kids born of mortal and mythological blood. We can see things others can't, which can be turned to mere cases of schizophrenia and the world could be ending as we speak," she says, starting to play with the grass she grew underneath her palm. "Well, that's true. When I tried learning Norse in middle school, it was almost impossible. Too many possibilities and inconsistencies," she chuckles suddenly. "Hey, what if we went to Asgard and just asked the gods themselves?"

Cave Hobo Pervert and Bad Temper Girl. [Kite and Noelle]

“Maybe the cosmos have something to do with this.” He said, his hands mimicking the motions of expanding galaxies. “Or maybe planets from different galaxies have aligned with their star!” He looked around the cave as if he just received an epiphany. “Yeah, no. As about the Norse showing up now,” He placed his hands behind his head again. “The Gods probably just remembered that they had kids with mortals. That, or they’re much more secretive about our existence. Or possibly, we’re just too obscure.” He joked. “I mean, come on. The only reason we know Norse Mythology even existed was from the Eddur, runic inscriptions, and oral preservation. Even then, it’s still quite complicated.” He explained, remembering the time he was in Ancient Norse class in Norse camp. He turned to his side, adding nothing to the girl’s last statement. 

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She shrugs again. "I've been hearing rumours literally everywhere. Somehow I found demigods, Greek, Roman, and Norse all around. Some not more than 6, powers going whack," she clicks her tongue, remembering those times when she had to battle a crying 7 year old because he froze his own lollipop. "Something iffy's going on. There's this series about demigods that I've read before, but they were all Greek. If Norse kids existed even before that... why are they only showing up now?" she says, more to herself. "Though, I think he does that here too," she flinches at what she just said. "Judging by the amount of sleepless nights I've had." That weren't caused by sudden monster attacks in camp, or trying to figure out why the world hates me.

Cave Hobo Pervert and Bad Temper Girl. [Kite and Noelle]

“Heh.” He chuckled, laying back down on the floor. He covered his eyes from the light emitted from the flame, as it was slightly blinding for him. “What is surprising, though, is that he agreed to go to this Greek infested camp. I thought he’d rather bring in easy women into his cabin and fuck them senselessly than go here undercover.”

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Something I heard a while ago on the radio. I think it was when I was hiding from a Cyclops I accidentally angered in Vegas, but I'm not sure. Anyway, it's good. :D

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His voice is near now, she notes. But she doesn't turn around, as her head starts to clear a little bit. Is this how demigods react to alcohol? She thinks, then lets the flame turn blue to green to white then back to yellow. "Well, that isn't a surprise," she replies. "It's like almost everyone Norse that I know knows who my half-brother is before I did."

Cave Hobo Pervert and Bad Temper Girl. [Kite and Noelle]

“Then I’m just a really good liar.” He said, sitting up and leaning on his elbows. He looked at her then to the flame she formed. “Oh! Fun fact: I know your brother, way before you even told me.”

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She shrugs, still trying to trace where he is by just listening to his voice. I must look like an idiot right now, she thinks, but waves it away without any other thought. "Sorry, still mortal," she retorts, not even bothering to raise her hands. "Well, I thought you were you before. You probably weren't pretending, you were changed," she reaches the conclusion on her own, and leans on a rock wall. She looks up at the twinkling stars, a sight she hasn't seen in a while. "'Cause I can tell when people are being genuine," she snaps her fingers, letting a flame appear between her pointer and thumb.

Cave Hobo Pervert and Bad Temper Girl. [Kite and Noelle]

“First of all,” He raised a finger at her. “I wasn’t new. Second,” He raised another finger. “It’s hard being nice all the time and pretending to be a very lonesome and old ‘unclaimed’ boy.” He did air quotes as he said the word that most campers didn’t want to be associated with. “Besides, it’s so much easier being yourself than pretending to be someone you’re not. That sounds cliché but whatever.” He placed his hands behind his head and laid down on the cave floor.

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Unfortunately for him, she's tipsy, and when she's tipsy, she isn't the best kind of listener. That is, had she heard his frustrated words. "You need to stop being such a lame-ass, you know," she tries not to slur, though it's getting hard not to. "What happened to the one I met a few months ago, when we were both new?" she pouts.

Cave Hobo Pervert and Bad Temper Girl. [Kite and Noelle]

After being in a cabin and mess hall full of screaming children, it was safe to say that Kite was pretty irritated by everyone in camp. It didn’t help that he had increased hearing. No, it didn’t help at all. The only thing that gave him was a piercing migrane. So after quickly eating his meal, he immediately went to the opposite direction of the noise.

A few minutes later, he ended up somewhere dark. But it was quiet, so he didn’t care. At least, until he accidentally bumped his head against the ceiling of the cave. He cursed as he sat down against the wall, rubbing the slightly noticeable bump on his head. He took a deep breath and felt his head feeling slightly better from the bruise and the headache. That’s when he heard his name. “Oh no.” He said to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s her. No, go away.”