hellisrisen

[hellisrisen]

"New England?" The kid repeats, tilting their head- utterly perplexed. "What the fuck is that."

RP STARTER.

The air was thick with humidity that could choke a man, and the sun was unrelenting, but here you are in the June heat of summertime Camp Half-Blood.

There’s this girl who’s sitting up against a wooden fence that looks more like long quarter-logs lain across fence posts than any sort of actually-useful thing, and it seems primed to give a splinter, but there’s not a care on her face towards it. Rather, her attention is focused on an old book, gnawing on the end of a pen, a plastic coffee cup covered in condensation at her side.

Do you approach?

[hellisrisen]

"But it looks good! And- ice.." They look at the cup intently. "I've never had ice. It was too hot for ice to stay frozen in tartarus.."

RP STARTER.

The air was thick with humidity that could choke a man, and the sun was unrelenting, but here you are in the June heat of summertime Camp Half-Blood.

There’s this girl who’s sitting up against a wooden fence that looks more like long quarter-logs lain across fence posts than any sort of actually-useful thing, and it seems primed to give a splinter, but there’s not a care on her face towards it. Rather, her attention is focused on an old book, gnawing on the end of a pen, a plastic coffee cup covered in condensation at her side.

Do you approach?

[hellisrisen]

The kid pouts- sticking out their lip.. their mouth being the only visible part of their face- due to their long hair.

"I want coffee.."

RP STARTER.

The air was thick with humidity that could choke a man, and the sun was unrelenting, but here you are in the June heat of summertime Camp Half-Blood.

There’s this girl who’s sitting up against a wooden fence that looks more like long quarter-logs lain across fence posts than any sort of actually-useful thing, and it seems primed to give a splinter, but there’s not a care on her face towards it. Rather, her attention is focused on an old book, gnawing on the end of a pen, a plastic coffee cup covered in condensation at her side.

Do you approach?

[hellisrisen]

"Im just kinda bored..." The kid hums, looking at the iced coffee. "What's that?" He points.

RP STARTER.

The air was thick with humidity that could choke a man, and the sun was unrelenting, but here you are in the June heat of summertime Camp Half-Blood.

There’s this girl who’s sitting up against a wooden fence that looks more like long quarter-logs lain across fence posts than any sort of actually-useful thing, and it seems primed to give a splinter, but there’s not a care on her face towards it. Rather, her attention is focused on an old book, gnawing on the end of a pen, a plastic coffee cup covered in condensation at her side.

Do you approach?

[hellisrisen]

"Huh.. yeah, I guess." The kid shrugs, they fidget with their gloves- restlessly attempting and failing to sit still.

RP STARTER.

The air was thick with humidity that could choke a man, and the sun was unrelenting, but here you are in the June heat of summertime Camp Half-Blood.

There’s this girl who’s sitting up against a wooden fence that looks more like long quarter-logs lain across fence posts than any sort of actually-useful thing, and it seems primed to give a splinter, but there’s not a care on her face towards it. Rather, her attention is focused on an old book, gnawing on the end of a pen, a plastic coffee cup covered in condensation at her side.

Do you approach?

[hellisrisen]

"Uh... I guess. But I don't know what I would name myself.." They shrug.

RP STARTER.

The air was thick with humidity that could choke a man, and the sun was unrelenting, but here you are in the June heat of summertime Camp Half-Blood.

There’s this girl who’s sitting up against a wooden fence that looks more like long quarter-logs lain across fence posts than any sort of actually-useful thing, and it seems primed to give a splinter, but there’s not a care on her face towards it. Rather, her attention is focused on an old book, gnawing on the end of a pen, a plastic coffee cup covered in condensation at her side.

Do you approach?

[hellisrisen]

"I was raised in the underworld, by monsters, so.. they didn't name me. I was more just called 'little demigod' or 'plaything' or 'pawn'-" The kid talks like this is an average conversation, completely casual.

RP STARTER.

The air was thick with humidity that could choke a man, and the sun was unrelenting, but here you are in the June heat of summertime Camp Half-Blood.

There’s this girl who’s sitting up against a wooden fence that looks more like long quarter-logs lain across fence posts than any sort of actually-useful thing, and it seems primed to give a splinter, but there’s not a care on her face towards it. Rather, her attention is focused on an old book, gnawing on the end of a pen, a plastic coffee cup covered in condensation at her side.

Do you approach?

[hellisrisen]

The kid completely ignores the hand. "Cordelia! That's a good name. I dont have a name. Are you an Aphrodite kid?"

RP STARTER.

The air was thick with humidity that could choke a man, and the sun was unrelenting, but here you are in the June heat of summertime Camp Half-Blood.

There’s this girl who’s sitting up against a wooden fence that looks more like long quarter-logs lain across fence posts than any sort of actually-useful thing, and it seems primed to give a splinter, but there’s not a care on her face towards it. Rather, her attention is focused on an old book, gnawing on the end of a pen, a plastic coffee cup covered in condensation at her side.

Do you approach?

[hellisrisen]

A small kid approaches- every inch of skin on his body covered. They're probably primed to roast in the hot weather.. but they seem unbothered.

"Hi!" They sit beside the girl, giving a fanged smile.

RP STARTER.

The air was thick with humidity that could choke a man, and the sun was unrelenting, but here you are in the June heat of summertime Camp Half-Blood.

There’s this girl who’s sitting up against a wooden fence that looks more like long quarter-logs lain across fence posts than any sort of actually-useful thing, and it seems primed to give a splinter, but there’s not a care on her face towards it. Rather, her attention is focused on an old book, gnawing on the end of a pen, a plastic coffee cup covered in condensation at her side.

Do you approach?

[hellisrisen]

"Why are you sorry?"

A 12 year old kid- maybe younger; with eyes covered by their black hair, and horns twisting from the back of their head, waddles up to Nyx.

They smile- revealing a forked tongue and fangs.

"Hi, nice lady! Do you know where I can find Commodus's house? I got a little lost."

@hellisrisen

Another kid of his- wait....

[hellisrisen]

"Bye-bye!"

Hello

@originalerebus

"Woah. uh. hi? Who are you?"

[hellisrisen]

"Okay! Thank you!" They smile; beginning to skip off.

Hello

@originalerebus

"Woah. uh. hi? Who are you?"

[hellisrisen]

"But it's okay if I interact with the nice man, right?" They clarify.

Hello

@originalerebus

"Woah. uh. hi? Who are you?"

[hellisrisen]

"Oh, okay!" it smiles, skipping alongside Nyx. "I mean, I don't know what you mean by better- this is sorta better than I've experienced to this point."

A 12 year old kid- maybe younger; with eyes covered by their black hair, and horns twisting from the back of their head, waddles up to Nyx.

They smile- revealing a forked tongue and fangs.

"Hi, nice lady! Do you know where I can find Commodus's house? I got a little lost."

@hellisrisen

Another kid of his- wait....

[hellisrisen]

"..Will you be mad at me if I live with them?"

Hello

@originalerebus

"Woah. uh. hi? Who are you?"

[hellisrisen]

"Oh... so do you also not like him?"

Hello

@originalerebus

"Woah. uh. hi? Who are you?"

[hellisrisen]

"Mhm!" The kid nods.

Hello

@originalerebus

"Woah. uh. hi? Who are you?"