Camp Half Blood

[shippingmath]

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.]

Comments

i wanna see the porny fruits of your labours.

[420]

[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.]

let me just stuff my face with dandelions first

[stayb100ponyboy]

[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.]

how sexy

[420]

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.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[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?

[420]

[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.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[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.]

[420]

[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.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

Excellent.

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

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

[420]

Fertilized?

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

[stayb100ponyboy]

Not at the moment, no.

It... could be?

[Recycling!]

[420]

Naw, that's cool.


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

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Yeah, that would be pretty gross.]

Okay.

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

[420]

[You sure went and made alla that shit awkward, Equius. Just look at things now. Awkward everywhere.

Except Gamzee, despite being a satyr and being in tune with other creature's emotions, doesn't really seem to notice. Or perhaps simply doesn't seem to care.]

Haha, you really be digging those, huh bro? You want more?

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Ah good, Gamzee isn't calling further attention to the awkward. Good satyr.]

[Equius munches down the last of the greens and swallows before answering.]

No, thank you. I have an archery lesson with Chiron later and I don't want to eat a heavy meal before that.

[420]

If you're sure, man, ain't nothing more than fuckin' airfluff though if you ask me.

[Seriously, you'd need to eat a hella lot of dandelions to get fulled up. They've got nothing on the filling power of plastic bottles.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius' multi-bodied digestive system is complicated, not a bottomless black hole like Gamzee's.]

Thank you, but no. I do appreciate you growing them for me, though.

[420]

It ain't even a motherfuckin' thang, bro. Us motherfucker gotta look out for each other, you get?

[stayb100ponyboy]

Yes. [A little smile plays across Equius' face, there and then gone.] I suppose we do.

[420]

Right you motherfuckin' are, bro, put her there.

[He holds up a fist. Come on, Equius. Don't leave him hanging.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Carefully and gently, Equius raps his knuckles against Gamzee's.]