Venedict Moumiè | with Kayin Amaechi | Big House
“Not afraid of mud? Well maybe you should be,” Kayin teased, attempting to flick mud up at him. Except that Kayin miscalculated something and ended up toppling over himself. Venedict thought for a moment that he could help him and even stepped forward to try to stop, or at least slow, his fall. It didn’t work. Venedict’s wasn’t fast enough and Kayin face planted. Though he was quick to his feet again and mumbled through a facedul of mud, “Please, let’s move.” Then he turned and walked off toward the big house and Venedict had to quicken his pace to keep up. There was silence for a bit, until Kayin finally spoke up, a little awkwardly, “I know- I’m hoping- we’ve made a silent agreement, but I want to secure it. That,” he gestured to where they had been a moment ago. “…didn’t happen. We just had a normal, fulfilling conversation, and I was a delight to talk to. If anyone asks about this, just tell them… Well I don’t know, something believable.”
“N-No, I… I won’t say anything about it. No one tal-talks all that much ter… to me anyway, so I… I won’t need to make up a story.” He wasn’t sure why he wanted this so much, though maybe negative attention wasn’t the same. That’s what everyone seems to want, the world’s positive attention, nothing more and nothing less than that. He had zero faith in the human or demi-god race and what they wanted, believing that everyone was selfish.
Venedict followed him up the few stairs to the big House’s patio shelter, out of the rain. But before they entered, Venedict reached out and grabbed Kayin’s arm, “Kevin.” He was pleased that he actually remembered his name, however, felt awkward about grabbing his arm. He pulled it away and ran it over his hair, feeling the drops of water that had settled there now running down the back of his neck. “Let’s no-not go in… inside, let’s go round there?” He pointed further along the veranda.
@duck - Kayin Amaechi
Ebony | with Byleth Goldsmith | Big House
A boy walked up to her and spoke, ‘Hi. Is this your first time at Camp Half-Blood as well? Ah, my name is Byleth. It’s nice to meet you,’ She assumed the voice was male by his sound, as she didn’t look at him, not even seeing his extended hand. Ebony just flicked her hair over her shoulder and continued to watch the giggling pair on the other side of the room.
Realising the boy had no intention of leaving any time soon, Ebony locked eyes with him, narrowing hers but not breaking away, even when she hissed back an answer, “Hello. I’ve been here a couple of daysss at the sssuggestion of my mother. I am Ebony and I cannot sssay the sssame to you.” She blinked once in the pause in her speech. “Sssay, do you have any interesssting information for you to come over to me?”
@Edelgard - Byleth Goldsmith
Jamal | with Emma Lockwood | The beach
“Oh… Kay then. More like planning some fun. You seem like the type to play some tricks on people. Do you want to help me throw water on a few campers?”
“You want to play pranks on people?”, Jamal asked, a little surprised that she had said this. It was almost as if she had been read their mind when Jamal thought they were alone. “Uh, did you… Nah, nevermind.” They cleared their thought. “I was told once upon a time, that playing pranks on people was the devil’s work, or should I now say, the lord of the dead’s work. I have never met someone who, like me, think about doing such things to people.”
@Sophia1233 - Emma Lockwood - No worries. (wink) Though a little bit more would help me give you more. Also, you still have “with someone” in the post.