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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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[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.

[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.

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

You're agreeing with me?

[Gamzee gives a relaxed little shrug.]

Sure, man. We're bros, right? If you are all to be saying I should knock some shit off, then shit, what kinda motherfucker am I not to be listening here.

[Not that he could actually keep it up. All his promises are as empty as his skull.]

[Now this is interesting. Equius didn't realize they were bros. It's not that centaurs traditionally don't hang out with satyrs, it's just that yeah, centaurs traditionally don't hang out with satyrs, much less become bros with them. His ears flatten out beside his head, and one front hoof paws at the ground, but he's definitely intrigued.]

I didn't realize we were bros.

Hell yeah, we're bros! I dig you and you dig me, right? Then we're bros.

[Certainly relationships between centaurs and satyrs aren't that warm, but Gamzee is a pretty unorthodox satyr to begin with. He has been a honorary member of the party ponies since that Incident in California, for fuck's sake!

Haha. California.

Shifting slightly, he pats the forest ground next to him.]

Come on, take a motherfuckin' load off your hooves. Relax a lil' with a bro here.

[The California incident has grown to the stuff of legends among the party ponies. The San Francisco branch hasn't been the same since.]

[Equius mulls that over for a moment, his hooves shuffling at the leaves on the ground, but he relents and comes closer. He carefully folds his legs underneath him and lowers down to the ground beside Gamzee.]

All right.

[He gestures at the baby bud in front of them.]

Can you grow anything else?

[Silly Equius, of course he can grow more than that. He just likes growing his sweet precious Mary Jane most of all.]

Sure can. You got anything what you wanna up and fuckin' request here?

[Equius doesn't have to think long on that! And in all fairness, he's only ever heard Gamzee play the Mary Jane song.]

Could you grow some dandelions and peppermint?

[Gamzee grabs his pipes again, wetting his lips with his tongue for a moment as he thinks (he just usually doesn't grow any other plants, okay, takes him a moment to connect to the right roots) before he puts the instrument to his lips again and starts to play.

Slowly, slowly, the plants begin to sprout all around them. More dandelions than peppermint though. Dandelions were just easier.]

[Equius watches as the little plants shoot up through the ground. Before the dandelions get too big, he reaches down and starts picking them, nibbling on the delicate little shoots. Delicious.]

Dig those?

[Not that Gamzee can disagree with him, greenery tastes delicious. Almost as delicious as plastic bottles. Fuck, plastic bottles were just the holy grail of dining to him though. He was always scrounging them off the campers.]

[Plastic bottles, gross. Those things will add up on your hips, Gamzee, just you wait.]

Yes. They're very good.

[He offers a handful to Gamzee.]

Want some?

[Don't you come to him about things going to your hips, horsebutt. Besides, he is only thirty, he's still got a couple of decades before he has to start worrying about things like that.]

Sure, man.

[He reaches over to pluck half the dandelions from Equius' fingers, dropping them down his gullet with relish. Delicious greens.]

[Stop looking at his butt, it is a very fine, very STRONG horsebutt.]

You should grow useful plants like this more often.

[Especially for him. Become his own personal salad bar, Gamzee.]

[You can't control him like that. Fertility is a satyr thing, okay? Okay.]

You think? Shit, if you say so, bro, then I'm down with that.

[Gamzee is still completely willing to go along with what he is saying. Until he forgets he was going to go along with that. Probably will take about a day and a half.]

Excellent.

[Equius is quite pleased by this turn of events.]

There's a patch of soil behind my trailer where you could practice.

Fertilized?

[well... it was good for the plants?]

Not at the moment, no.

It... could be?

[Recycling!]

Naw, that's cool.

[Some shit is just too out there, okay.]

[Yeah, that would be pretty gross.]

Okay.

[Equius is just going to cover the awkward by stuffing more dandelions in his mouth.]

Camp Half Blood

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this is the most IC conversation they've ever had

and then they cybered

and a ship was launched

nobody wants to know how they do it

Tumblr has led me to believe you are incorrect in that statement, madam

Stop trying to find centaur-on-satyr porn!!!

challenge ACCEPTED

i wanna see the porny fruits of your labours.

let me just stuff my face with dandelions first

how sexy

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