Camp Half Blood

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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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Moderately. Can't be much harder than towers.

[There aren't many trees to be found, growing up in Houston, but there was a tower on the roof that could be climbed, and Dirk did so occasionally.

And without further ado, he grabs one of the branches and begins to pull himself up.]

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[Nanaki is climbing up the tree as well, but she is moving a bit slower. She has a long length of rope over her shoulder and a hand-saw attached to her belt.

About two-thirds of the way up, Nanaki stops near a branch. Said branch is halfway-broken-through already, so sawing it off won't be difficult.]

Okay, do you want to hold the rope, or cut the branch?

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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.]

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[She passes him the saw, and then she gets to work on tying the rope around the branch, just past where Dirk will need to cut. This way the branch can be lowered down carefully, instead of just crashing to the ground.]

You're not worried about people seeing you with me? They might think you're weird too.

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Hell, I'm already doing my level best to make myself seem weird. 'Sides, we're a bunch of kids of gods, ain't one of us that's not weird.

[He doesn't even look up from getting the sawing started to say it.]