Erik Falkenburg // with Remy
Erik just shrugged off Remy’s apologie. Yeah, sincerity and all that boring stuff, but they were buds. Things happened, Remy was tall, really tall, but that stuff just didn’t change. Of course, Erik perked up once they switched back to the better topics, because what was possibly better than trash-talking Dustin?
“Actually, I may have to bump that offer and place everything on Dustin. I love him, but if anyone going to screw this camp over, it’s him.” Dustin was amazing and if Erik learned anything from knowing that guy, it was just the pure chaotic energy that he exuberated. Even Erik wanted to be on that level, or perhaps beyond that. He just didn’t know that much people yet.
“And maybe Akio is the one that got tossed up,” Erik added, “Dustin still could have done it.”
For the next few moments, either hell was being raised or it was some angry nymphs that hadn’t forgotten the herbs that Erik owed them. First the cabin meeting, then the angry gods. There was one helluva lightning show and then there were prophecies. Yes, the situation was rather dire, but if Erik cared a bit more, maybe he’d be a little more afraid. Every year there was some life-ending event, and some chosen kid saved everyone from that.
“So that was that,” he commented once everything seemed to die down, “there is a new event, fun. Oh! Also, apparently I’m sick now.” Erik smiled at Remy, “But it’s all good 'cause if I pass out, you’ll just catch me right?”