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Camp Half Blood

Welcome, Demigods!

"If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Being a half-blood is dangerous."

[Basically, if you've ever wanted to throw your character into the world of Heroes of Olympus, now you can! Make them a Greek demigod! Make them Roman! Make them a Satyr if you want. Just make it so that they've always been here (If they have, all the better for them.) Post with a few options, or let people respond with their own! Have fun.]

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[It's not that centaurs aren't welcome at Camp Half Blood; obviously they are, or Chiron wouldn't make his home here. It's just that it's rather rare for a young centaur to not be interested in joining the Party Ponies and express a preference for hanging out with demigods and learning the same things they do. So it's a nervous young stallion that trots into the camp for the first time, wearing a brand new orange tshirt on his human half and carrying his bow and arrows slung across his back.]

Fuck if I know. We didn't exactly have time to sit down and talk it out before I took off, on account of monsters. I think she's embarrassed at the implication that she was experimenting when she was younger.

There is a good chance I deserved that. Touche, madame.

In theory, the only part of the rifle you'd have to make into Celestial Bronze is the bullets. They're the shit that's actually doing the killing.

[Though having the rest of it made out of bronze could be a benefit too, depending on what it would be used for. Now that he's started thinking about it, Dirk isn't going to put the idea aside either.]

Seems like it's time to start carrying around a secondary weapon.

I'll cut. We can switch off if we need to.

[Dirk braces himself on some of the lower branches, and holds out a hand for the saw.]

[That nervous young centaur is also noticed almost immediately. Dirk is near the boundaries of camp, sharpening the blade of his sword, when he sees Equius coming. The shirt makes it obvious that he's not a monster, but Dirk sets the sword aside when he gets up to approach.]

You lookin' for anyone?

[It isn't hard to figure that Gamzee is chilling the fuck out, because Gamzee usually is chilling the fuck out. In fact, most of Gamzee's time is probably spent in chilling the fuck out. It makes him pretty easy to find, even when he's out finding half-bloods to bring to camp.

At the moment, Dirk isn't exactly looking for Gamzee, he just happens to stumble across him. At least it's not literally. Instead, he just stares at Gamzee, and at the plants he's growing.]

Dude, what the hell.

[The world is too beautiful to be strung out to the highest degree all the time.

He lowers his flute when Dirk speaks up, the Cannabis indica sproutlings protected in the circle of his furry legs.]

Hey man. What can I do you for?

[ As Counselor of Cabin Six, it's Annabeth's duty to welcome new children of Athena to camp. It's not long after dinner she makes her way to the infirmary to greet their newest recruit, a boy who had somehow made it here all on his own, without the help of a satyr.

She's not surprised when he looks pretty beaten up. It's obvious the nectar has already begun to do its work though as he's sitting up in bed when she arrives. What she is surprised about is how old he looks. Definitely not thirteen or younger. Interesting. Clutching a clipboard, the welcome procedure for new campers and a pen, she greets him quietly so as to not wake up other patients. ]

Hey. I'm Annabeth, daughter of Athena and your cabin counselor. How you feeling?

[Equius glances at the young human, but he can't immediately slot him into one of the cabins. He's pretty sure this isn't a son of Ares or Hephaestus though, he's too small for that.]

Yes. I'm looking for the stables.

[He'll set up his horse trailer there.]

[Hoof stomp and snort.]

You are NOT supposed to be growing those plants!

[Gamzee lowers his flute, though he doesn't particularly seem offended.]

Awww, bro, don't all be like that. Just all the finest of natural miracles what I got here. Ain't nothing wrong with that.

[Seriously, man! It is natural. Nature things are good for you.]

[Equius is unswayed by this nature argument.]

Mr. D is going to be furious if he finds out you're growing those. He'll make you play pinnacle with him for weeks if he finds out.

[Maybe Equius would be more swayed by Gamzee's quite reasonable arguments if he actually tried these miracles.]

Haha, you think? I'm sure he'd find him some understanding at these miracles a bro got here.

[Like Mr. D would like to spend weeks of his time hanging out with Gamzee. By now he has surely given up on making anything outta him. Gamzee has just become a fixture of the camp. Like poison ivy. And all the Ares cabin girls syncing up together.]

[Oh gods, let's not talk about the worries of Ares cabin girls every fourth week.]

[Equius opens his mouth to argue Gamzee's point, but he really can't. Mr. D probably would enjoy some natural miracles, since he's off the wine and all, and he stamps his hoof in irritation.]

You're polluting yourself. You should stop. Immediately.

I have to admit that I hoped the opportunity would present itself. However, I did not expect you to run right into it with feckless abandon.

[Forget the worries of the Ares girls, lets be real here about the worries of the rest of the camp. Capture the flag turns very bloody those weeks.

Really though, the thing is, Gamzee thinks of Equius as his bro. Even if Equius was remarkably uptight for a centaur and nothing at all like all of Gamzee's party pony bros. But still, a bro was a bro, and you hadda stand by your bros. Make 'em happy when you could.]

Aight.

[Leo was working at the forge, making a chest plate to replace one that had been absolutely wrecked back during the war. There were more and more campers filing in every day it seemed, and they were running out of armor for kids to wear during games of capture the flag.

He pauses in his work to grab himself a drink of water when he notices one of the new guys standing off to the side. He tries to recall his name, but it's not coming to him. What he does remember is that he'd been claimed by Athena. Leo waves him over after he finishes his drink.]

Yo. New guy. You got an interest in working with metal or something? Kind of rare for anyone not in the Hephaestus cabin to be hanging around here.

[It was easy enough to find Gamzee when he was playing his pan flute. He was the only satyr whose playing was distinguishable from a distance. Well, okay. Not the only one. Grover's playing was recognizable, too, but for completely different reasons.

Rose was out for a walk, searching for somewhere quiet to read since her usual spot had been overtaken by a bunch of the other kids playing down at the lake. And while this wasn't exactly quiet, it was peaceful sounding so she decided to join him.]

I presume it's no bother to you if I sit here and read while you play.

[Of course it won't be a bother, she knows Gamzee well enough to know this is one chill dude who wouldn't mind any sort of company. It was just her expressing a common courtesy. She didn't wait for his reply before sitting down with her back against one of the trees.]

[He lowers his pipes, giving a little shake of the head.]

Hell naw, you know it ain't ever any sort of bother for a fine sister like you.

[Satyrs. Libido. It is a thing okay. Seriously, like he was ever going to turn down the company of a fine-ass sister. Or brother. Or anything really.]

[She gives him a small smile for the compliment.]

Thank you.

[She cracks open her book to read, but she holds it down low. It's only when her book is blocking her face that signals she is not open to disruptions.]

[Chat, or bother? Because Dirk is only available for chatting, not for bothering. In other words, he's busy. Studying, apparently, considering he's got one book in front of him, and a notebook next to it, and he's taking the occasional note as he reads through the thing. But that only means he's a prime target for bothering.]

[It's night, and they're indoors, but when Annabeth comes into the infirmary, Dirk has already gotten his shades back on. He looks up when Annabeth comes into the room from where he was sitting on the side of the bed, as though he was just about to get to his feet, but he doesn't move when she enters.]

Significantly less like I'm still getting chased all the way from Texas by monsters.

[Dirk's been in the forge for a while, but it's the first time he's been noticed and called out for it. He hadn't even been sure if he was allowed in, when he'd first seen it, but he'd figured that if he wasn't he would get kicked out. He hadn't been, so he'd stayed and started watching Leo work.

Dirk doesn't hesitate to come over when he gets called, but he does raise an eyebrow at being addressed that way.]

It's Dirk. And I'm interested in making things, which necessarily dictates an interest in working with metal.

[Wait, what? That wasn't how this was supposed to go!]

You're agreeing with me?

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Camp Half Blood

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this is the most IC conversation they've ever had