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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 11, 2017 22:51:28 GMT -5
oh no!! hugs lots all of the ones here are domestic feral im pretty sure our oldest cat, the fluffy one, was purebred? idk abt felix, the scaredy cat, or sugar, but sugar was a stray
badass biker meets lazy magician lets go would you like to start? im currently Very Invested in a good fic
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 22:54:26 GMT -5
is hug!! thank u im sad mabel was a good kid we have mostly mixed euro wild w/ domestic feral but yknow, that's how it go from the pic u showed sugar is def a moggy!! most of mine are. fat moggies but my ginger&white (betty) is an abyssinnian! shes the best
hell yeah sure ye! gimme some time im slow as hell bc i get distracted all the time
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 11, 2017 23:11:47 GMT -5
hugs more i had to look up moggy l o l shes the prettiest tortie ive ever seen i love her sO MCUUHSYGIEYTFWYTEFX
also!! i may not be able to do super long replies bc while my muse is alive and healthy & ive done it before i havent rped much lately so just warning ya
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 23:18:38 GMT -5
is hug omg just. basic cat shape i love her too
it's fine dude sometimes my replies are gonna be. Short (tm) bc i struggle to write a lot and i blank for days on end orz so its easier for me to do shorter and simpler than long
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 11, 2017 23:20:51 GMT -5
what is a cat i have no idea
same & i dont mind shorter replies tbh its nice to get the plot going rather than 90% internal thoughts that contribute nothing to pushing the plot further in most cases
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 23:26:16 GMT -5
Cativate (cat activate)
fair, fair i like long posts but i also Do Not Have Energy so i expect even the starter will be short ngl
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 11, 2017 23:28:02 GMT -5
c a t
no worries!! i like long posts too but short posts are just as nice conjuring up energy for u rn it seems like ya need it <3
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 23:40:57 GMT -5
Weekends were good; filled with laughter and clubs and drinking and, yeah, she'd admit, drugs. Her friend group were quick and drunk and high and they were everything she could ask for and more; Ymir enjoyed them, they were fun and knew how to party. Her life was good and she had fun, she didn't have to worry too much - yeah, maybe she was a little heartbroken, but that was nothing. She'd been broken up with plenty of times before, and after some time, she'd become somewhat used to it. It was fine. Everything was fine.
In fact, she was pretty damn good. Her life was okay, she wasn't trapped in a hellish world of Greek mythology, and she was free of Camp Halfblood. She was becoming more and more independent, and, honestly? She liked how things were. Everyone had their ups and downs and that was fine.
She wasn't an optimistic person by nature, but she liked how her life was and she liked the idea of her life ahead of her. So few demigods made it to adulthood, and she'd never thought she would be one of the ones to survive. It was kind of euphoric, really.
When the letter came, she was curled up in a beanbag in her apartment, knees tucked up to her chest, blanket clutched in her arms. She half-opened an eye at a quiet tapping sound, and frowned at the raven at her window. Old-fashioned, she thought, standing up and walking to the window. Her oversized band t-shirt served as her pajamas, and her bare feet curled against the cold flooring. She opened the window, took the letter, and slammed the door. Birds that woke her up early did not deserve food, and the raven seemed to sense that if it tried to argue, it would probably become a roasted raven.
Ymir. Need favor. Like. A Big Favor. Come to CHB as soon as you get this letter. Don't shoot the bird. Please, do not kill my bird. Thank you.
It would've been ominous, but she knew who it was from and, to her surprise, she found herself showering and wondering why on earth she was even considering going back. She hadn't really liked her time there; the Hephaestus kids hadn't been her friends, hadn't particularly liked her because they'd deemed her stand-offish. She'd clicked a little better with the kids in Nemesis, really, but even that was at a stretch. Her time there hadn't been awful - there were kids who'd had it worse, but...well. There was something that had never clicked right in the fact that she'd never been seen as one of her own Cabin, had often been clumped in with the Athena kids because of her appearance, or the Nemesis kids because she'd hung out with them. It was weird, and, frankly, she was sick of the whole demigods clique thing. But hey! That was just her opinion.
Once she was showered and dressed, she grabbed her keys, and left. She jogged downstairs and checked her mail - glancing at the old woman who lived a few floors down.
"Ymir," she greeted, but didn't sound too pleased. "Are you going out in that?"
"Sure," she looked down at the white tank-top; one of the few that didn't need to be laundered. "Why not? Nothing says 'power move' like a white shirt and a black--"
"Ymir," a sterner tone, like a mother scolding a child. Ymir smiled innocently and shoved her keys in her back pocket lazily, having found no actual mail. "Really, it's no wonder that Shannon left. Poor girl."
"Wow, Ms Carter. Real kind of you," she shoved her hands in her pockets and began to walk backwards towards the entrance, "as much as I love being lectured about my fashion sense, I gotta go. Important business awaits me."
Though it looked like the old woman was gonna have some kind of aneurysm, Ymir left quickly, jogging out to the parking lot and grabbing her keys from her pocket. The air was fairly warm for November, and she was glad that she didn't have to regret not bringing a jacket - though she was sure that she'd come to regret that later, but hey. The gift shop had hoodies, even if they were bright orange. Maybe she could bribe one of the kids who were her size into giving her a jacket. Hell yeah. Bribery always paid off.
It was about midday when she reached the Camp, though she'd had to walk through the forest after parking her bike next to the Camp's vans. The trek wasn't too bad - a Hellhound did pounce out at her, but a quick lash of her celestial bronze garrote made quick work of it, separating its head from its body and thus sending it back to Hades, most likely. She didn't know. Didn't care, either, as she passed the Camp borders in record time and as such, was safe. Way safer than she'd been in the outside, but to be fair, monsters hadn't ever really cared about her.
"Ymir!" one of the older Nemesis campers grinned, all but sprinting over with a sword in her hand and a bright expression. "It's been years! Why are you back?"
"Because I'm stupid," she patted the girl's head cheerfully, amused at the slightly darker expression that flickered over the kid's face. She noted a lot of new campers - but that wasn't a surprise. Camp Halfblood was always taking on new demigods, so new people were expected. They were murmuring, now - wondering what an adult demigod had to do with anything, why she'd come back. Those who remembered Ymir; mostly the Nemesis and Athena Cabins, with a few from the Hephaestus Cabin, murmured amongst themselves. Some were excited - hell yeah, they could see her in a fist-fight and find out how strong she really was. Others seemed to be a little annoyed, as if a bee was buzzing around them and wouldn't leave them along. It was an expression she was used to, and one that she ignored. "Where's horsedude?"
"I dunno," the first camper she'd spoken to spoke up, hands on her hips, "he said to wait on the steps of the Dining Pavilion for the other person to arrive."
"Other person," she repeated, but got nothing in response. As such, she heaved a soft sigh and began towards the steps, taking note of the curious stares. Once she reached the located she'd been told, she sat down and crossed her legs idly, rocking back and forth as she waited for the other person. Even with the minor influence that the Camp's boundaries held over the weather, it was getting rather chilly. She shivered, and reminded herself to grab a jacket soon, if possible.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 23:41:42 GMT -5
kitty!!
it was longer than i expected oops thenk u for the energy it helped
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 11, 2017 23:45:39 GMT -5
kitty kitty!!!
omg i love ymir can i keep her yw!! now to reply haha i might take a bit longer, need to get into the swing of things
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 23:48:55 GMT -5
nya
she's the Worst and she's so fun to rp ngl take ur time!!
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 11, 2017 23:52:56 GMT -5
hewwo
time to rp alto for the first time!!! im excited!!!
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 11, 2017 23:53:16 GMT -5
sugar is also ON MY BACK AGAIN i DO NOT APPRECIATE THIS YOU FIEND
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 23:54:54 GMT -5
sugar is here to SUPPORT
i believe in u and alto
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 12, 2017 0:02:21 GMT -5
she is not on my back now i am blessed
yay!!!
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 12, 2017 0:39:30 GMT -5
(( this was a lot longer than expected oh my god ))
Sometimes it seemed like the world was utterly still when she wasn't at the bar, pulling secrets from the patrons and stories to tell the cat that had claimed her small porch as its own. The night before had been busy, the bar's trivia night pulling in a few more people than it usually did- the ones who needed to loosen up, whose friends were regulars she knew the names of. Making drinks, listening halfheartedly to the trivia in the background, 'hmm'ing thoughtfully at the people that struck up a conversation...
It was a good night's work. They were a demigod living among normal humans, safe from monsters by the wards they had put up, safe from fuss besides calls from her parents every other day. They missed her just as she missed them, but she had needed this. She had needed time to herself, to relax, to laze around and sleep or play games all day and go to work at night as a bartender.
Of course she would dismiss the worried comments of her parents. She really, really wasn't alone. They didn't need to keep asking for her to take a flight back to California to stay at New Rome. After graduating from the college there with a Bachelor of Music, she had booked it.
Some smaller town outside of New York City was her current haven. A nice, slow moving place. Somewhere that gave her peace and quiet.
Well, as much quiet as a demigod could get.
Outside in the calm November weather, she sat on her chair with the little stray cat that frequented her porch on her lap, the small apartment shrouded in an aura of quiet. Birds could be heard chirping, the faint sound of a car rumbled as it drove away from the area, and Alto was humming as she scrolled through social media on her phone, her other hand petting the stray's neck. It curled into the touch with a purr. She should have expected that the raven that came screeching to her porch would scare it away, but they glared all the same as the little cat jumped and tore away, scratching her hand lightly in the process.
"To Hades with you, bird," they muttered lightly, but the letter the crow carried was taken all the same.
Alto. Emergency or a big favor. Whichever will get you here faster. Come to CHB immediately after you get this. Don't delay like usual. Needed urgently. Thank you.
A loud sigh left them after they read the letter and after flipping off the retreating raven she 'hmph'ed back inside and decided that if she was going back to camp, she'd have to at least look her best. They'd all appreciate a good looking demigod, especially one as old as her. The Greek demigods didn't have nearly as many adults as the Romans, after all. Makeup and hair, then she could go. The current clothes she had on would do- jeans, a t-shirt with some sci-fi show's logo on it, a grey-blue jacket, bringing along her umbrella-staff. Easy enough to do quickly, right?
It was a stunning hour and a half before she booked it, her car speeding along with the help of a little disguising magic for nobody to notice.
Singing quietly along with the song on the radio she grinned, red lips moving along with the practice of repetition. The songs she heard now were all the same, always repeating- it made for good singing, at least. They were meant to sing, to play instruments, to-
Ugh. She'd have to listen to the Apollo kids yet again, with their sunshine faces and fantastic musical skills that they didn't even have to work hard for.
Maybe she could avoid them.
Sometime after midday, the Camp was in sight. Parking near the vans, she kept humming the latest infuriatingly catchy song that had been on the radio and twirled her umbrella, opening it to guard from the sun so they could actually see where they were going. Ah, multi-functional weapons were a godsend. Maybe literally. Maybe not. The verdict on that wasn't quite set in her mind. A quick altering of a monster's perception was needed to keep going, annoyingly enough, but she wasn't going to waste physical energy on a confrontation. She wasn't the strongest demigod out there, after all, even if she was pretty good at fighting.
All in all...a mildly uneventful ride to Camp Half-Blood. Compared to when they were younger, this was a miracle.
"Hey, hey, Alto! Alto, you're here!" A delighted voice reached her ears and they raised an eyebrow, looking over as an older Hecate camper neared. They seemed too overjoyed for words- maybe because she had been a wonderful person? That didn't seem the case, but it nearly looked like it. Maybe it was her stunning makeup. "Why're you here?"
"No goddamn clue," Alto hummed, slowly stopping the catchy tune that had been in her mind for the past fifteen minutes. Their eyes passed over the area thoughtfully- gods, there were so many kids. How had they not noticed how many there were? Had they multiplied? She shook her head with a faint smile before looking back at the other camper, giving them a half-hug before stepping back. "Got a letter that told me to get here. You know anything about it?"
"I was just told to tell you that you need to head to the Dining Pavilion if I saw you, there'll be another person there," they chirped, happy as a little bumblebee. So, so happy. It made them smile just a bit wider, just a bit more fond of them. A good friend, if still young. Maybe they had a better control of the Mist this time, but it wasn't the time or place for a good catching up. They left the kid with a friendly wave and a kiss on the forehead, a little reminder of how they were the best sibling ever, and off they went.
Well, then. She hadn't expected for Ymir to be there.
With a little bounce in their step they strolled up, a wide grin on their face. "Ymir, how're you?" They hadn't had many interactions, but they definitely knew each other. Greetings when they passed, acknowledgement of the other's abilities- if they were in a fight together, she'd definitely trust Ymir to have her back. It had been a shame that her quest had gone badly, though. That was never good, really. "Did ya get a letter from the boss, too? Something about an emergency or a favor?" Her foot tapped rapidly. She absentmindedly noted that it was the rhythm to that unholy, far too catchy song. What was the name of it, again?
With that, her mind quickly ran off track and they sat down next to the other demigod, watching as the younger campers gathered at a safe distance to whisper at the sight of them. Former campers, returning at the same time? It almost never happened.
"So, what've you been up to? I've been bartending at some small town. It's great. Trivia night was yesterday."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 9:59:34 GMT -5
im awake....But At What Cost?
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 12, 2017 10:17:37 GMT -5
same usually i would wake up in three or four hours
rip me howre you doin?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 19:57:16 GMT -5
rip u indeed im suffering but ive had toast and then i had pineapple so im living
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 20:45:30 GMT -5
She bit into the chocolate bar she'd brought along for her 'breakfast', one elbow resting against her thigh as she watched the demigods mill around Camp, heard their excited chattered, saw them hype themselves to train their skills. They still had the lava wall; that thing would've caused hell in the mortal world, but...well. This wasn't a normal Summer camp, and she knew it. It was just interesting to draw comparisons. Mortals would die in this sort of environment - but demigods thrived, and she knew that firsthand. It was weird. Learning to appreciate how amazing Camp Halfblood had been for her, the traumatic experiences aside.
Ymir tilted her head and found herself staring blankly into the distance.
Even when she was approached, she didn't pay much attention to the world until a voice spoke up. Who was that? Aura? No. It had an l in it. Alto. That was it. She recalled talking to them a few times, here and there - but not really anything to keep in her mind.
"I'm alright," she sat up a little more and finished off her chocolate, but didn't bother standing. She had never been the type to stand to attention, even to the gods. Hell, she didn't respect many people - wasn't sure if she respected people beyond her boss at the moment, and even he'd had to earn it. She was just like that, she supposed. "A favour. Not my boss, though," she stretched her arms in front of herself and exhaled slowly at the satisfying crack that followed the movement. That was better.
Alto's mention of bartending and a trivia night made her snort a little. It sounded so boring, sounded so tame. At least she, herself, had been living it up a little - but then again, not all people enjoyed her indulgences. That was just how the cookie crumbled, or something like that.
"I'm a barista," Ymir shrugged and crossed her ankles lazily. "In Brooklyn. Spend my free time barhopping and being judged by this little old lady who lives a few floors below me. Her heart's in the right place, but I don't think she gets modern fashion as much as I do," as if to demonstrate her point, she gestured at her loose tank-top and shrugged once again. She didn't miss the attention they were being given - it was more attention than she'd received when she'd actually been here. Yikes. Still a good thing for me, she told herself, finally standing up.
She wasn't sure if Alto had changed or not - she'd never paid much attention to them, had had such a small friend group that it had been easier to bury herself in with them than to pay attention to those outside her friend group.
"Do you know what we're here for? More importantly, if there's a prophecy involved," she wrinkled her nose a little.
Prophecies were okay for others. The Oracle was a cool concept and she'd once had dreams of being the Oracle (until it had been a mortal-becoming-this-thing), but she didn't like the prophecies that she had been given. Not everybody in Camp Halfblood got to go on quests, but maybe that was a good thing. The few quests - linked with prophecies - that Ymir had gone on had ended terribly. They just didn't agree with her, she supposed - or they just decided let's kill everyone but the Hephaestus kid. Because that's funny. Either way, she'd just learned that she hated them. It wasn't obvious, and frankly, she kept it well-hidden.
She was well-hidden. Ymir was an unreadable person, someone who could switch faces as easily as someone else could change clothes. Now, Hephaestus kids weren't known for being readable, but they weren't exactly the slyest of people out there. They weren't like the kids of Aphrodite who were born actors; it had taken practice for her to became cool and calculated, to always seem to not care. But hey, sometimes 'not caring' was good. She cared a helluva lot and people didn't have to know! It was a win-win situation.
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 12, 2017 20:59:50 GMT -5
hmm idk if ill reply today or tomorrow im watching something with a few other ppl
nice!! live!! dont die!!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 21:02:53 GMT -5
it's chill dude lul
im dead now 2 late
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 12, 2017 21:07:16 GMT -5
have u seen monster factory on yt it's hilarious
oh no.... save me from monster factory
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 21:10:25 GMT -5
i have not seen it no
how can i save u when i Cannot Saave Myself
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 12, 2017 21:12:10 GMT -5
sobs
i have left the watch party....they can make it without me....now i can Focus
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 21:16:19 GMT -5
pats gently
how will they Ever Survive
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 12, 2017 21:22:32 GMT -5
they will survive easily
i believe
meanwhile: alto Definitely has alcohol with them. definitely.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 21:27:03 GMT -5
I Hope So For Their Sake
alto no
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Nov 12, 2017 21:30:41 GMT -5
not like i affect anyones lives lol
it's cheap wine they brought stronger stuff but its too early to break it out
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 21:32:41 GMT -5
u have a bigger effect than u realise, especially when it comes 2 ur friends
Alto No
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