New Gen Mythology RP

Inspired by Rick Riordan's Greek mythology books. Basic knowledge of Greek mythology advised, but not needed.

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Setting: Camp Half-Blood, June 2020

Map of Camp - click

Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, one of the only safe places for demigods! You may be a seasoned camper returning for the summer (or maybe you stay year round) or a new-comer, but regardless, we hope you enjoy your time here! 

Disclaimer: Camp Half-Blood is not liable for any death and/or injury as a result of quests, capture-the-flag, or other camp activities.

Rules

- Please be courteous

- Mild profanity permitted

- Keep things PG-13 

- Romance allowed with the other player's consent

- Do not kill another person's character without permission

- No godmodding

- No character limit, but you must play all characters relatively consistently

Kale
"HURRY!" Debbee screamed in front of him. "I'm trying!" Kale shot back, careful not to drop the plate holding the rest of the lemon poppyseed muffins. "I told you not to bring those!" Debbee said. Kale threw his hands up in the air. "How was I supposed to know that chimeras like muffins?!" He realized his mistake as the muffins, catapulted via Kale's exasperation, sailed through the air. He could hear the chimera behind him, snapping them up as they flew. "Um, Debbee?" He said uncertainly. "What?" his best friend snapped. "I may have just dropped the rest of them...?" Debbe slowly turned her head to look at him as they ran. "Are you kidding me. Kale Theodore Renlund, I'm going to kill you if the muffins don't first!"

Tace
Tace was a little annoyed at the moment as her mother drove her over the bumpy back roads of Long Island. She'd been looking forward to a nice, calm, normal summer hanging out with M, but no. She sees one monster, learns her own tragic backstory, and is shipped off to some crazy demigod camp like a misbehaved dog going to obedience school. Tace could have driven, considering she had her license, but she'd downright refused due to circumstances. Also, she was ignoring her mother. That was making it hard for her mom to rat her out for her poor attitude. To tell the truth, Tace wasn't too disappointed about going to camp. It sounded like it could at the very least be an interesting endeavor. She was mainly irritated due to the 'no mortals allowed' policy forbidding M from coming with her. Seemed a bit unfair. She was possibly going to go on a cool adventure and he had to stay behind like an average person (and, in her mind, M was way too cool to be considered anything as boring as average). If she was optimistic she'd think something like "oh, well, at least he won't be in danger," but come on. Even the normal world is a death trap. She received a furry headbutt on her chin and relented, giving her cat a scratch behind the ear. At least Pigeon was coming with her. The car stopped suddenly, and Pigeon dug his claws into Tace to keep from flying into the dash. Tace turned toward her mother and, exasperated, signed, "What was that for?" Pigeon added an irritated flick of the tail to the mix. But Ms. Arkwood's worries were not within the car, and she gestured out the front window. Tace turned to see a monstrosity of a beast gobbling down muffins and in pursuit of two kids. "Rad." "Not 'rad', bad. Very bad," her mother retorted. "Nope, that's pretty cool. I'm gonna take a picture and send it to M." "I thought we agreed no cell phones." "Mother dearest, I am not giving up my only communication with my only best friend just because of one life-altering revelation. Now, I am going to get my stuff, get out of the car, and get a picture of that thing." "Don't you dare -" Tace turned away and reached for her messenger bag at her feet, slinging the strap over her shoulder. She unlocked her door and opened it before her mom could lock it again, stepping out of the car and pulling her phone from her pocket to get a picture.

Royen
 Jabulani irritably turned the radio back down, shooting the boy in the passenger seat a hard glare. "Royen, so help me, if you turn that up one more time I will throw you out onto the street right here," the man snapped in Afrikaans, to which the teenager responded with a vile grin, grabbing the volume dial and cranking it up as loudly as he could without rattling his eardrums. His driver, done with Roy's crap at this point, sighed in exasperation, grumbling to himself about how spoiled and pretentious his patron was. Roy needn't worry, though - Jabu, an employee of Roy's father, had been tasked with taking him places for years now, since the aforementioned father didn't exactly have the time to do so. From that, it's not too far from reasonable to infer that the two must have formed some sort of bond, though the truth is closer to the simple fact that Jabu was getting paid to do it.
 "Alright, the camp thing's just up the road a bit," Jabu informed Roy as their car bounced over yet another bump in the long, dusty road; his voice, though relatively neutral, didn't quite manage to hide his relief. "Hm?," the boy asked absentmindedly in response, his word not really a question, taking a sip of his frappuccino. "It's close? Oh thank God, I was gonna go crazy in here with you," he added once he'd finished the sip, placing it back in the console cup holder with more grandeur than necessary. "You were?," the driver shot back, giving him a skeptical sideways glance before returning his attention to the world beyond the windshield - an action that caused his expression to go slack, mouth left ajar, as his eyes narrowed and widened in a mix of shock, confusion, and horror. "Wha-?," Roy started, his question cut off as he choked on his frappuccino. As he hastily wiped his mouth and shoved the cup back into the cup holder, in a manner vastly different than the previous time, Jabu slung the car into park on the side of the road, debating opening the door or not. "Is that- is that a lion? I thought they didn't have those here..?," he asked, the question not really directed at Roy specifically, though there wasn't anyone else in the car besides them. Roy shot him a confused look, sitting up straighter to better see the beast. "...No? No it's not? It looks like... like a monster. It's not a lion," he responded curtly, his tone unnecessarily rude.
 "Didn't your dad mention monsters?"
 "Well, yes-,"
 "You. Out. Now."
 Roy met the command with a blank expression, blinking in slight disbelief before Jabu spoke once more. "Look, kid, I'm not trying to get you killed, but I'm also not trying to get myself killed. If you're somehow equipped to handle this, then...," He trailed off, suddenly a lot less ready to kick the teen out and burn rubber fleeing the scene than he had been seconds prior. "Then get out," he finished, squaring his jaw and meeting the blond's gaze. Royen returned it with a look that was either bitter hurt, spiteful bravery, or maybe both, squaring his jaw just the same and grabbing the handle of his door, blinking at his driver one last time before turning and exiting the car, slamming the door shut behind him. He jogged a short distance away from the vehicle, enough so that the dust from Jabu speeding away couldn't reach his nose or sight, before pausing, the fading roar of the car's engine and the snarling of the monster farther up the hill the only things filling his ears. After a few seconds that admittedly felt like a lot longer, he shook his head to clear it, which allowed him to finally become aware of another person - a girl - standing about as far away from him as the creature was, though closer to him as far as how far up the hill they were. Screaming from somewhere within the pines caught his attention too; he swiveled his head to try and see the people responsible - he'd determined there was at least two - but the trees blocked his view. Well, this is real. This is happening.
 Cool.

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Tace
Pigeon nudged her leg, having hopped out moments before she'd closed the passenger side door again. Tace did a quick inventory: messenger bag of her personal items - check; phone - check; cat - check. She stooped and gave Pigeon a quick pat before pulling her camera up on her phone. She snapped a quick picture from where she was, then glanced at Pigeon, who was pawing her leg again. His ears perked up and his mouth opened, and then Tace booked it toward the chimera. When she was close enough she could smell the monster, but not close enough to touch it, she took another picture, this time a selfie with the chimera behind her. Having completed her mission to either wow or completely freak out her friend, Tace decided to give the two running kids a helping hand. She dug in her bag, yanked out a pouch of beef jerky her mom had made her pack, and opened it. The chimera paused and turned toward her. Tace took a piece out and tossed it to the chimera like an old lady feeding the ducks at the park (aka: very casually). The monster, having snapped the meat morsel in an instant, now had taken an extreme interest in Tace and, more importantly, the snack in her hand. Tace withdrew another piece, to make sure the chimera knew where the yummy food was coming from, tossed it to him, and then chucked the bag as far as she could. The chimera turned to catch it, and Tace scrambled back down to her mom's car. Her mother gaped at her through the window, but her surprise turned quickly to anger and she signed, in short, snippy movements, "What were you thinking? That was the most reckless, idiotic -" Tace shot her a thumbs up and crooked grin, cutting off her mother's rant by turning away to pick up her forlorn cat, upset at having been ditched by the car while Tace played with a much bigger, scarier lion-goat-snake-thing. 

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Kale
They stumbled past the border and Kale collapsed on the ground, wheezing. "I hate excersize under pressure," he moaned. Debbee, unaffected, paced back and forth. "What in all the beehives made you think that was a good idea?!" she yelled. "And why did you drop the rest of the muffins?!" Kale just waved a hand weakly as he attempted to recover from the sprint. 

Royen
 From his hiding spot behind a tree (which, thankfully, had a pretty thick trunk), Roy had been watching the girl intently, his bewilderment going from strong to extreme as she first tried to take a picture with  the beast, then started feeding the thing, then tossed the bag far enough away from her that the chimera would no longer be a major issue. Good idea, right? Yeah, except that her 'far enough away' was relatively close to Roy's tree. He gasped and scrambled backwards instinctively as the monster bounded closer, though it stopped where the bag of jerky had landed, leaning down to try and open the bag. Roy sighed through gritted teeth in relief, taking a moment to consider his options before turning and sprinting up the hill, where he assumed the screaming people from earlier had ended up.

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Kale
By the time Debbee had finished, she was covered in a swarm of mildly annoyed bees, wasps, yellowjackets, and the like, and Kale wasn't dying enough to sit up. Insects on their way to join Debbee's swarm crawled over him and flew next to his head. "Debbee, if these guys sting me, you owe me five bucks," Kale muttered, annoyed. He didn't try to brush them away, though. They were in a bad mood, like their queen. Not good for avoiding stings.

Tace
"Okay, so where's this camp? Nearby?" Tace asked her mom through the window, having turned back toward the car. Her mom nodded. "Up the hill." After glancing around to see where the chimera was (it was trying to get the bag of beef jerky open and being surprisingly delicate about it; Tace assumed it didn't like the taste of plastic), her mother gave Tace the go-ahead to go ahead to camp. Tace nodded and walked up the hill, keeping an eye on the chimera mostly out of curiosity but partially in case it decided Tace would make a much better snack. Luckily, it didn't. Apparently it liked beef jerky quite a lot. Tace saved that information for later. It could probably come in handy. She couldn't wait to tell M about this, but almost felt inclined to wait until after camp so she could see his expression. She wouldn't do that, though, since she didn't want to leave him out of the loop. Plus, she was definitely sending the pictures once she had a second to do so. 

Royen
 Royen stumbled to a stop once he reached the hilltop, taking a few deep breaths to still his racing heart, its urgency fueled by his fear at the thought of being eaten. Once he was pretty sure he wouldn't go into cardiac arrest, he shook himself off and corrected his posture, confidently walking in the direction of what he thought was voices. As he got closer, a different sound filled the air, this one much more constant than the aforementioned voices. Is that... bees?, he wondered silently, internally shaking his head. No, surely they would have gone elsewhere if so many bees were present. He got closer still, slowing down considerably as the buzzing got louder. No, those are bees, he finally concluded, pausing for a moment before pushing aside a pine bough and stepping into a small clearing, where he was greeted by two disgruntled-looking people and hell of a lot of bees and wasps. Out of unquenchable instinct, he screamed as soon as he laid sight on the swarm, scrambling backwards and nearly tripping over a tree root. He was forced to stop when he backed into a tree, and allowed himself to sort of fall against it, panting as he attempted yet again in a block of no more than two minutes to steady his heartbeat. They are BEES. You live in Africa. There are bees there that KILL people. Why are you scared of them they're BEES are you dumb?

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Debbee
Upon realizing that someone else had found them, Debbee's swarm took on a human shape that advanced toward the intruder. Debbee largely ignored her little fleet of insects as they did so - might as well take the opportunity to give this person a living nightmare while she could. It was hard not to cackle, though, because this person seemed absolutely terrified by her babies. Kale, knowing her as well as he did, went along with it for about thirty seconds before he rolled his eyes at Debbee. "Think you got him now, your majesty," he said mockingly. "No need to be overdramatic." Debbee huffed, calling off the bee monster only when Kale gave her a look. Pools of annoyed bees swirled around her feet and legs. "You always ruin the fun, banana boy. I just wanted to scare him a little, that was all!" Kale looked between his best friend and the newcomer. "Well, you've accomplished your goal." He studied the boy for a second. "I think he just about had a heart attack."

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Royen
 "...Just... about?," Roy managed to puff out, shooting the pair a glare that bounced back and forth between them. "I could've died! If that thing would have gotten a hold of me...," he trailed off, trying to come up with something that wouldn't be a repeat of his previous statement but coming up empty, "I'd be dead."

Debbee
Debbee huffed. "That's kinda the point, rich kid." Kale gave the boy an apologetic look. "Don't pay attention to her. She's kind of in a bad mood." In response, the bees buzzed angrily for a few seconds. "Cool it, Melissa."

Tace
Tace successfully made it to the top of the hill and paused to look around, setting Pigeon down. Laid out below her was what she assumed to be the camp for people unfortunate enough to be the child of some "divine" being, a group she was unlucky enough to be a part of. To her left was a large tree, and forest surrounded the area. Tace twisted to see behind her, where the chimera happily munched on jerky and her mother was pulling away. Nothing new to see that way, so she turned back around. Instead of heading down to the camp right away, she leaned against the tree and pulled her phone out. She sent the photo she'd taken of the chimera and her with a text that said, "made it to camp :3" to M. Having gotten that off her checklist, she stooped to pick up her still-disgruntled cat. Still not ready to confront the reality of wasting her summer away at the camp, Tace decided to poke around the hilltop a little bit.

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M
M reached up to the last sturdy branch and hoisted himself up into his new seat. Through the one earbud he had in, he heard the lighthearted chirp of Tace's text tone. He gladly met the small rush of happiness that always seems to accompany text tones (specifically, Tace's notification sound for M) and opened his phone to check the text. His tree branch seat (not quite above the tops of the other trees) in the middle of nowhere offered him only the image of a loading picture and "made it to camp :3" from Tace. He smiled at the thought of her not forgetting to text him but wasn't surprised. Of course she would text her best friend. Next, he tried to get the picture to load. "Tu te fous de moi," he thought, frustrated. He looked around and assessed the situation; he was about a half hour hike from home (where he would get service), but as he eyed a large pine tree nearby he had another idea to try first. After carefully making his way backwards down his previous tree, he stood at the base of the large pine and mentally mapped out a good route. He began climbing, but paused briefly to resituate his falling earbud. He finally reached the last branch of substantial size and retried his phone. Still bad service. he sighed as he reached up farther, the tree complaining in loud creaks as it swayed in the wind. Practically clinging solely to the now slim trunk of the tree, he tried again. This time, from above the tops of the trees, overlooking the nearby hills and the small line of dark blue on the horizon that was the Atlantic ocean, the picture loaded. M looked at it from his perch above the world and immediately noticed Tace's wide grin from the corner of the photo. His eyes lingered for a few seconds and he smiled--a smile that soon faded as he noticed the subject in the background of the photo, a very large chimera that was suspiciously close to Tace. As the tree swayed precariously under him, M stared at his phone. He wasn't sure how to interpret it at first: excitement? Worry? Awe? Helplessness? He needed to reply, but couldn't decide how. What do you say to that? One thing was certain to him, she needed to stop being so reckless. ">:0 cool, but stay safe!" No. "_what are you thinking you need to leave right now_" No. "Awesomeeeeee" No. He typed his final decision and sent it off to Long Island, 69 miles away, with a light, satisfying "woosh."