Amara & Micah || Approachable || Fighting off Papayas
Amara’s fingers danced across the blades of grass just underneath her while her eyes stared glossily at her half-brother beating the life out of an inanimate dummy. She’d told him she wanted to practice training against him, to show him she’d improved. He’d told her that he needed actual training time before needlessly squishing a bug underneath his foot. Of course, Amara wasn’t happy with the answer but she waited impatiently until he finished just so she could prove her point. Not to Micah, but to herself. If she could finally just beat Micah like she’d been trying to do for the past 4 years…it meant she was fit to be a leader. Not him. The entire camp had been buzzing about the recent events of their crops being burned and the serpent appearing. To them, it was a time for panic and fear. For Micah and Amara, it was an opportunity to finally do something. Even more so for Micah. He was so excited over the exciting events that Amara suspected he’d been praying to the God’s for more danger.
With one last punch, Micah wiped the sweat from his brow and pointed a finger at his sister.
“Let’s get this over with,” He stated breathlessly, cracking his neck and walking over to grab his sword. She was annoyed with the lack of seriousness he was taking with this proposal. He thought she was just going to fall straight to the ground like every other time they’d trained together. But she was determined to succeed. As he bent over to wash his face, she took a deep breath and took that opportunity to charge right after him. Raising the sword, she went straight for making a small cut to his arm. But he’d heard her coming and calmly stepped to the side, causing her sword to get stuck onto the wooden trough. She growled as she attempted to pull it back up, and Micah scoffed as he reached up a hand and grabbed her by the back of her head. She barely had anytime to react before he slammed her head into the trough.
She could hear him laughing even as her head was under water. When he finally let her go, she snapped herself up and gasped for air, pushing away the water from her eyes.
“So bad you gotta cheat to win,” Micah stated, casually walking over to the bench to put on his shirt.
“I-I’m not done!”
“But I am.”
“Micah-”
Her body froze when she heard the screams of campers. Not only that. The barrier was turning yellow, and dangerously fading.
“Oh gods,” She breathed out, her expression concerned.
Micah didn’t hesitate as he grinned and grabbed his sword. “Aw HELL YEAH! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Amara watched as he ran in the direction of the barrier like a child running after the ice cream truck. She swallowed hard but finally yanked her sword out and followed.
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@katabasis - you can send people or empousas their way
Albion & Mave || Approachable || Fighting Poopoopas
“I. Am. So. Boooooooored!” Mave groaned as she flipped over in her bed to look at Albion who was sitting on the floor. He was peaceful as he put a puzzle of butterflies together, a tiny smile forming when he finally found a piece.
“Al.” He didn’t answer which only made her repeat his name another ten times.
“Al. Al. Al. Al. Al-”
He turned to look at her with annoyance. “What?”
“Let’s go kick a satyr or something.”
“No.”
“You can’t tell me you’re having fun with that dumb thing can you?”
He rubbed the back of his head, slightly embarrassed before shrugging. “I think you should try it.” She growled and returned her attention back to the ceiling. “I think I’m liking that Isfet’s offer. The whole ‘I’ll give you my power thing’” She mimicked the voice from the other day and sighed. “Too bad, huh?”
“Yeah,” Albion muttered quietly, simply answering to answer.
As if the gods had grown tired of her complaints, the ground beneath them started to shake. She sat up quickly, and Albion followed suit. “Please tell me this isn’t just some lame earthquake,” She rushed outside and when she saw the barrier being attacked with Harpies and Empousas, a twisted smile met her lips. She rushed to the barrier where all the action was and Albion followed hesitantly, not particularly wanting to be involved.
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@katabasis - same dealio
Negan || Approachable || Fighting Apes
Negan wasn’t happy with all the gloom and doom that had been surrounding the camp for the past few days. But then again, what did he expect? A break from all that? They were demigods. Breaks were foreign to them. He was just about to continue his work when a scream pierced the sky followed by a bright yellow light. Everyone’s eyes turned towards the sky and Negan let out a low sigh. “Hip hip hooray, the bird’s have come out to play.” Since Negan hadn’t exactly moved yet, he was pummeled by several campers who were either anxious to run away from the scene or run towards it. He fell down to the ground with a grunt and growled as he turned over. “Hey! Come on man-AHHHHHHHH!” His complaint immediately turned to a shout when a arrow landed right between his legs. He gulped and backed away, in search of a sword.
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@katabasis - ya know what. Let’s just assume that all my characters can fight with empousas so I don’t have to tag you every time.
Dorian || Approachable || Sleeping Whilst People Eat Papayas
Dorian lay peacefully by a tree sipping wine as the other campers cleaned the ash-filled fields of dead crops. “Why don’t you get up and help?” A fiery Ares girl growled, kicking dirt over in his direction. “And deny you the pleasure of doing it all yourself?” Dorian clicked his tongue.
“Twould be a shame.” She stomped a foot but walked off, leaving him to think again peacefully about his delicious wine. Sure, he’d been worried about all the going ons in camp half-blood. But the whole world was dealing with crap. It wasn’t anything special. As he hummed in an annoying sing-song voice, he noticed the sudden chaos ensuing as the barrier turned a bright yellow. Herds of demi-gods rushed past him but he stayed by his tree. Even as an arrow just missed inches of entering his skull, he sat there with a face of peace, grabbing the arrow in his hand and waving it around, taking another sip of wine. “Is someone missing their wooden wand?”
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Bexton & Lonnie || Approachable || Help on the side chicken pot pie
“Well isn’t this just PERFECT!” Lonnie screamed, throwing a rock at one of the harpies heading in his direction. Bexton was holding on injured camped on his back, his hooves clopping as he rushed past Lonnie to a harpie who’d fallen to the ground.
“Our number one priority are the children Lonnie! Don’t forget that!”
“Thank you for stating the obvious!”
Bexton ran throughout the entire camp, attempting to grab as many injured as he could. Lonnie on the other hand was acting like a bleating crazed goat, chucking rocks and trying his best to protect the demi-gods from ultimate doom.
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@katabasis - except these dudes. They’re pretty much just extras should anyone need them.
