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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 7, 2020 5:09:23 GMT -5
Myrnin did exactly as was hopefully expected of him. He continued following Hazel. The reason being was he couldn't let her do this alone and he wasn't least bit disillusioned in the fact that he might be of some use. Hazel was good though. He liked Hazel. He liked Hazel even if she didn't trust him.
But he did need to see Nico. And he needed to know that his friend was alright.
"Ready when you are," he said.
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"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Arthur asked, a soft smile playing across his lips. He was trying to be slow and understanding for why Nico was here. But he also knew that he didn't belong. That this place could take a bit from you and make it hard to go back. Or worse. This was the place for the dead for a reason. Even for children meant for it.
"You've been here for a while."
It wasn't an insistence that he leave, far from it. It was just a statement. But it was one he drew attention to.
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Post by strider on Dec 21, 2020 2:51:41 GMT -5
Nico sighed, looking up at Arthur. He knew he had to go back soon. He knew the Underworld was full of dead people, he knew that he had promised he would spend more of his life around the living. But right now, he found he didn’t want to. Besides, the boy he was thinking about wasn’t exactly living so did it matter? He groaned softly.
“I have been,” He agreed, frowning. “And yet-” whatever he’d been about to say was lost as he noticed another sign of life, approaching quickly. There was only one person it could be, though he was still surprised to see Hazel’s face. He glanced at Arthur for just a moment before he pushed himself to his feet.
“Thank you for letting me stay. And for being patient… and kind… I believe my ride is here.” He sounded rather chagrined by that fact, but he knew if Hazel had made it down here… well, she was in danger, and so, presumably, was Myrnin. He needed to help them get out. Which was, he considered, a rather dirty trick on their part, knowing he wouldn’t let them stay down here in danger.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 25, 2020 7:35:13 GMT -5
Arthur practically relaxed as Nico left. Good. He needed his friends and family. Wherever they might be.
"I'll see you at another time," he said to Nico, dipping his head. Then he waved him off a bit.
In the mean time, Myrnin trailed after Hazel and tried to avoid whistling a show tune of some sort under his breath. Occasionally a note or two worked its way though.
He didn't like it here. Truly did not enjoy it. 0/10. Even if this was supposed to be the nice neighborhood and even if there were only supposed to be nice dead people here ...
It was a bit too great a reminder of his greatest fear.
He'd also love to complain to Hades. Better treatment of the dead. Take a leave out of that Frenchman's book and start a revolution or something.
Yeah. That'd probably end well.
"He's close," he muttered. He could tell that at least from Hazel's body language.
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Post by strider on Dec 27, 2020 3:50:50 GMT -5
Nico turned and glanced back at Arthur for just a moment, a ghost of a smile touching his features. “Thank you. I know I already said that, but… I feel it needs saying again.” He dipped his head before ducking out of the house and making his way towards where he sensed his friends.
He was slow and hesitant at first, but found his steps quickening not a few seconds after he heard the door close behind him. They needed to get out, and soon, before anyone found Hazel or Myrnin here. Before they got attacked by something a little less pleasant than the ghost of an old friend. He wondered distantly what Myrnin would think of Arthur being here, but he figured it would probably be better to bring up when they were all the way to safety, and most certainly not when Myrnin could decide to pay an old friend a visit.
“Hazel!” Nico gasped as his gaze landed on his half-sister. She raised a hand in greeting, looking thoroughly displeased with where they had needed to go to find him.
“You know,” he pointed out as Myrnin came into view as well, “The whole point of coming here was so nosy folks like you wouldn’t find me, right?” Nico crossed his arms for just a moment before moving forward so he was between them both. “I can’t… I can’t promise I have enough energy to shadow travel all of us out of here, but… I can try, if you’d like. It might work.” He glanced at Myrnin in particular. Hazel could bargain her way out of this, if she needed to. She was the boss’ daughter. Myrnin… well, Myrnin had no leverage whatsoever. It was his call whether shadow travel was worth the risk of failing this time around.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 31, 2020 3:07:16 GMT -5
"Don't you dare," Myrnin said, eyebrows pressing together in annoyance. He shook his head slowly. "We need to work on not getting you killed."
He glanced around, as if he was expecting some sort of solution to present itself.
"Can't you get us out of the underworld in general?" he asked Hazel. "Just back. Then we can work something out from there, depending on where we end up?"
He wanted to ask. He didn't want Nico in more danger than he already seemed to be. And anyway, Myrnin might not have liked the underworld, but he liked his friend a bit more in one piece and not sickly passed out.
It was his best assumption on what to do, at any rate. It at least seemed like a good excuse to try and think some more before they all did anything they might regret.
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Post by strider on Jan 3, 2021 14:05:55 GMT -5
“I’m fine,” Nico replied, though the exhaustion was evident in his voice. It wasn’t just physical, it was mental, too. Losing someone was never going to stop stinging.
“Nothing I can do. I can barely shadow travel two people, let alone three,” Hazel replied quietly, crossing her arms. “Nico and I working together could work, though,” she mused, frowning. “It means neither of us would end up too exhausted to keep going…” she glanced at Nico, who nodded. It wasn’t ideal – he didn’t want to put Hazel at risk like that, especially when she hadn’t practiced shadow traveling as much as he had, but… it was their best bet.
“Myrnin, I’m not exaggerating this time, it’ll be fine.” He didn’t even try to smile. He didn’t feel up for it. “Hazel and I doing something together is a lot less risky than either of us trying it alone. And a lot less risky than having either of you here for even a moment longer.” What would Hades do if he met a vampire in his domain? Nico shuddered at the thought. He didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 8, 2021 3:23:48 GMT -5
It wasn't an optimal choice at all, but Myrnin didn't think there was a better one. He looked between Hazel and Nico, biting his lip as he did so. At least there were no vampire teeth included.
"Fine," he said after a second. It got Nico out of here and that had been the goal. He had hoped that there was a better option, but it seemed like this was it.
He glanced around once more, shuddered and gave a very low hiss, and then turned back to the two children of the Underworld.
"What do I do then?" he asked. He held out both hands in a half shrug. "Same thing that I did to get here?"
That seemed possible, maybe?
He did cast both of them another look. He wondered if they were worrying about Hades. He wasn't, not particularly. Dying, yes. A hundred percent. But the god of the Underworld seemed a bit ... lackluster.
"After you," he said to both of them.
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Post by strider on Jan 16, 2021 23:52:34 GMT -5
“What do you do?” Nico repeated, brows raised. He didn’t seem to understand the question, at least not at first. “You hold on tight. And hope that Hades doesn’t notice us making a break for it.” He was slightly more optimistic about their survival opportunity than Hazel was. At least, he figured, if Hades realized they were there for him, and not to bring back any dead souls, he would be somewhat forgiving. Nico seemed to have earned a little bit of a soft spot in his father’s eyes. He was going to take advantage of that.
He glanced at Hazel, then nodded. They both grabbed Myrnin’s arm and squeezed their eyes shut, holding tight to each other as the ground of the Underworld disappeared below them and they reappeared somewhere on the surface. Thankfully, it seemed to be night. Nico didn’t want to think about what kind of danger they would be in if they were stranded in the middle of nowhere in broad daylight.
“Now we find home,” he murmured, glancing at Hazel. Arion might not have liked him very much, but he sure was a convenient ride.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 22, 2021 3:08:01 GMT -5
Just because they had arrived somewhere didn't reassure Myrnin. He only grudgingly let go of Nico and Hazel, instead turning to Nico as he did. His expression was openly concerned. Then he glanced at Hazel, because he wasn't sure if he was allowed to be concerned.
That was the thing really. He found himself struggling with what he could actually do to help Nico. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try anyway.
"Home, yeah," he agreed. He hoped that meant the odd camp that he'd found. Camp Half-Blood, which wouldn't let him in. Maybe that was just because he wasn't part of that world.
Well, clearly he was, since he was here with Nico. But more of the fact that the border didn't know where he fit into things.
Ah well. He'd worry about it when he very literally ran into it.
The vampire looked around, then stepped toward where he hoped he was smelling horse. That was a start. Needed to get the demigods back to where they belonged. Everything else would hopefully follow. Like finding out how else it might best be to look after Nico.
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Post by strider on Jan 22, 2021 23:00:36 GMT -5
Nico nodded, letting Hazel lead the way. He didn’t know that Myrnin was concerned about him. Of course he knew that something had compelled him to come searching the Underworld for him, but… he didn’t let himself consider that Myrnin was actually concerned. For Hazel’s part, as long as Myrnin kept his streak of not attacking either of them, he could feel whatever he wanted towards Myrnin.
It didn’t take her more than a few moments to summon Arion, though there was the minor issue of weight.
“Arion might be a magical horse, but he can really only bear two people at a time,” she said apologetically, glancing between Myrnin and Nico. “I can take two trips…”
Nico hesitated, glancing at Myrnin. He was grateful for both of them for coming to find him, but… he didn’t really want to leave Myrnin alone. And he could sense that neither of them probably wanted to leave him alone. He had things to talk to Myrnin about. Things to apologize for, more specifically.
“We could also wait until I’m strong enough to shadow travel all three of us,” Nico replied uncertainly, pointedly not looking at Myrnin. He knew the suggestion wasn’t going to be popular.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2021 1:56:36 GMT -5
Nico was right about that. He did not like that idea what so ever. In fact, Myrnin frowned for several long moments before shaking his head. "Honestly ... just come back for me or something. Isn't like I'm going anywhere and that horse is fast. Just take two trips. Shadow travel is out. It's just not practical."
He crossed his arms then and tried to look stern. It was worth a shot, but didn't exactly hit the mark. Even he seemed aware of that and he turned to Hazel, holding both of his hands out for a silent plead for sanity. Saying she was sane of course. He would admit he hadn't explored the idea very well yet.
"Look, at the very least we could consider some other option. Travel is travel and I'd much prefer we all be safe and get to the other end of it. I'm a scary immortal vampire. I can wait five minutes for a horsie ride."
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Post by strider on Jan 24, 2021 18:18:26 GMT -5
Nico frowned, not quite liking that option either. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Hazel to go back for Myrnin, it was that… well, he didn’t want to take his eyes off Myrnin. He had things to say and apologies to make, and he didn’t want to lose his nerve. But that meant he had to trust both Hazel and Myrnin.
“Alright,” he murmured reluctantly, letting Hazel help him onto Arion’s back. It didn’t take more than three minutes to deposit him back at Camp Half-Blood, though he didn’t enter the boundary yet. He would wait until Hazel made it back with Myrnin. She threw him a look that he took to mean ‘we have to talk about this when I get back’ and then promptly began galloping right back in Myrnin’s direction.
They had risked their lives for him because he’d thrown a tantrum and run off. He still had to get used to having friends like that. He owed them both a thank you.
At some point, he knew he’d have to go back to Lady Grey’s as well. Apologize to her, too. And the Samuel that wasn’t Sam.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 26, 2021 2:28:15 GMT -5
Myrnin was trusting that Hazel would come back for him. He waited. And she did.
He ended up there eventually. Back again. Here he was back with Nico and that felt ... he didn't know. He got the impression that Nico had a lot on his mind.
But he came to stand beside the demigod anyway.
"Hey," he said, as if they'd just met in the House at any other point. He glanced around briefly and tried to pinpoint what best thing to say. There wasn't anything. His words just hung in the air.
"How are you holding up?"
He assumed Hazel wanted to know that too. He assumed that there was a lot of things they needed to talk about.
It just depended if Nico would want to do so.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 3, 2021 22:52:40 GMT -5
Since he was here, Myrnin settled for leaning against one of the trees and listening to what Nico had to say. He was paying close attention, really trying to be there for him. Even if there wasn't a lot any of them could do to really help when it came to all the things that were going on.
So he nodded once.
"Apology accepted ... but also I get why it happened."
He crossed his arms in front of him, then very slowly said, "There are some things that are hard though and closing yourself off wont change those things, Nico."
He bit his lip, then glanced at Hazel. He looked back when he said, "Take your time though. You just need to try and maybe find other people to talk to. Even if it isn't your friends. Someone would be a good idea."
He'd lost a lot of people when he stopped appearing in the House. Myrnin wished he could remedy that.
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Post by strider on Feb 4, 2021 2:43:50 GMT -5
Nico watched as Hazel backed away, quietly excusing herself. He understood why she was doing it – it was pretty clear that most of Nico’s apology was for Myrnin. He would find her later and apologize to her, too, for worrying her. And for putting her in danger. For now, though, he kept his gaze locked on Myrnin.
“I’ve never been the best at dealing with loss,” he admitted quietly, glancing up at Myrnin. “At least this is better than trusting a slightly insane ghost as my sole point of contact with the outside world.” The joke fell flat, but to Nico’s credit, the attempt was there.
A more serious expression slid across his face, and he nodded just a little. “I’m lucky to have friends that care, still.” He didn’t mention he wouldn’t have had Myrnin if it weren’t for the House.
“Are you suggesting I get a therapist?” he asked after a few moments, eyes wide in something like shock. “They’d think I’m insane. I think I’ll stick with my friends, thanks.” Now that he had at least a couple of those.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 8, 2021 3:00:57 GMT -5
The joke sailed right over Myrnin's head. He blinked, but nodded once or twice to agree. Regardless on whether or not he got the joke, it was still very true. It was better that Nico had friends rather than whatever other methods he'd previously been relying on.
He found himself glancing in the direction Hazel had left. Then glanced at Nico and arched an eyebrow.
"I mean ... I have no idea what your side of the fence has," he pointed out. "But quite honestly, I'm sure there would be someone who wouldn't think you were crazy."
He tugged at a strand of his own hair.
"My side of the fence has several. And trust me. My friends wouldn't even raise an eyebrow." Yes. He had friends who were therapists. Harquin. He liked Harquin. But that was besides the point. He waved his hand a bit.
"But really it is whatever you're comfortable with. And that does imply that perhaps you should talk to your friends a bit more about how you're feeling. Or maybe write it down?"
Another pause. His expression softened.
"Loss is hard. But you'll find a way."
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 3:51:08 GMT -5
“No idea,” Nico replied, giving a small shrug. “If I tried to explain the House to someone… most people probably wouldn’t believe me. There might be some people who would, but…” he frowned. The world was strange enough that a lot of people probably wouldn’t bat an eye.
“It’s always sort of been… well… my secret. Something private that nobody else was a part of.” He didn’t have very many of those things. The House had been his. But it wasn’t anymore. He sighed softly, knowing Myrnin was right.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered, shaking his head a little bit. “I’m glad somebody at least… knows what the House is. So I don’t have to explain it. And so nobody gets upset with me for not telling them that I’ve been blinking in without telling them.” He was worried about that… how could he tell Hazel that he’d had friends this whole time? How could he tell Reyna that the reason he’d nearly died was because of an interdimensional being that had tried to make his dad kill him? He’d been hiding the House for too long to reveal it now.
“I know,” he added softly, breathing in. Then, before he could second guess himself, he moved forward and wrapped his arms around Myrnin. He didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to deal with this alone.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 14, 2021 15:42:23 GMT -5
Myrnin didn't point out the fact that Nico's mental health was probably more important than a secret. He hoped Nico knew that. Even still ... he was glad Nico was there as well.
He ... honestly would have expected to have blinked in by now himself, come to think of it ...
He wasn't sure about Nico's motivations though. About why he didn't tell. Why Myrnin still hoped he would ... But he did say, "Make sure the pain of one choice doesn't excide the choice you're avoiding."
Nico's hug shocked Myrnin. But he found himself softly smiling and lightly hugging Nico back. This was good. This ... He liked this. And he was glad that he could be here.
"I'm here if you ever need me," he assured.
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Post by strider on Feb 14, 2021 19:42:08 GMT -5
Nico nodded lightly, not really sure what to say in response. He was grateful for Myrnin, he really was. Having someone there – even just one person who understood – it was the difference between feeling like he was drowning alone and knowing he had a life vest on. He knew if he didn’t keep kicking he would drown either way, but… at least with Myrnin there, someone was there to help him up just a little bit.
“Thank you,” he whispered, pulling in tighter. He very rarely initiated physical contact, but he knew he needed it more than he admitted. He felt… safe with Myrnin, even if the world as he knew it was different. “I’d like… I’d like to try to see Morganville again,” he admitted after a long moment, finally pulling back. “I promise I won’t freak out this time.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 18, 2021 23:00:02 GMT -5
Considering a majority of Nico freaking out had been the visit back to where Myrnin was staying here than it had been in Morganville. But there were plenty more Samuel reminders in Morganville. Like the small instances of this world's Sam.
"I'd like you to visit," he said cheerfully. He meant it. He would like to see more of Nico. He would like to see his friend maybe starting to heal. But he wasn't sure if having Samuel around as a reminder would be very good for that.
"Take your time," the vampire reassure.
Then he glanced toward camp and jabbed his finger in that direction.
"Will I turn into dust if I ever go in?" he asked. He assumed that it was rejecting him going in because he wasn't exactly Greek. It likely didn't know what to do with him.
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Post by strider on Feb 19, 2021 21:55:30 GMT -5
“Why don’t we find out?” Nico returned, a small smile crossing his face. “I doubt it You aren’t technically a monster, and even if you were, plenty of monsters have been inside camp and nothing has happened to them.” He turned, approaching the barrier and then casting one last look at Myrnin before speaking.
“Myrnin has my permission to enter camp.” He backed into camp, arms crossing over his chest as he waited to see if the barrier would let Myrnin in. It should have – there was no reason it wouldn’t. but he would rather watch to make sure his friend was safe than find out later he hadn’t been looking and Myrnin really had turned to dust. That would be less than ideal.
“Have you had anything to eat lately?” he asked after a moment, worry crossing his brow. “I’m not really sure how the drinks in the cafeteria work, but… we should be able to get you some blood if you want it. It’s been… a long day, I’m sure.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2021 1:52:08 GMT -5
Myrnin wondered if that was really all that there was to that. He blinked a couple times, looking over the place where the barrier would have been if there had actually been anything to look at. Then a small smile twitched at his lips. “Ah yes, time to see if I’m about to get pushed back like I just hit a rather solid wall.”
He took a step forward, toe edging along the line where the barrier was - at least where he thought it had been. Then he stepped forward again.
Nothing.
He relaxed and then grinned further. It was less of a happy grin and more of one that showed off how many teeth he had.
“Nice!” he said. He did a bit of a dance, back and forth over the line, as if to prove that he could. Then he looked at Nico again, taking in his question.
“No,” he admitted. He shook his head and inclined his head ever so slight. “I wouldn’t want to risk any drink that was trying to be blood. Bad experiences. See … I highly doubt it’s just blood that my body needs. It’s probably something I haven’t worked out how to measure yet.”
It had been a very long day. And blood wasn’t easy to come by without risks outside of Morganville anyway.
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Post by strider on Feb 26, 2021 20:12:15 GMT -5
“I’m glad you didn’t die,” Nico said softly, giving Myrnin the closest approximation of a smile he could. He hadn’t expected Myrnin to die going through, but there was always the possibility. He was a little bit grateful that there was nobody around to see Myrnin smile like that. It wasn’t a reassuring smile – it was exactly the kind of expression that would get several dozen armed demigods chasing after Myrnin no matter what Nico told them about Myrnin not being dangerous.
“I don’t think it would be trying to be blood,” Nico shrugged, beginning to lead the way towards the center of camp. He wasn’t sure how long Myrnin wanted to stay. Was he just here for a visit, or would he be staying overnight? Didn’t he say he had someone waiting for him…? Nico figured Myrnin would tell him when he needed to go. Until then, he was happy to show him around a little bit. He was happy to just… spend time with the only person in the world who could understand what he was going through.
“The harpies can really get anything you want to drink. I don’t think any of us would want to know where they get blood, but the probably could get it. He pushed the thought away. If Myrnin said he was fine, he was fine. If he wasn’t, Nico supposed he’d have to serve as Myrnin’s personal bloodbag for the evening. He hated the idea of it, but it wasn’t like he was going to risk anyone else at camp.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 1, 2021 2:02:57 GMT -5
Myrnin was glad that he didn’t die either. He stuck close to Nico too. Even if Nico thought Myrnin wasn’t dangerous, he certainly was. He trusted Myrnin a bit too much to not hurt him or others. There was more to him than just what Nico was willing to remember.
“Oooooh?” said Myrnin with interest. His eyes sparkled with interest. He’d honestly be interested in some things alone.
“I want to see everything,” he said, leaning forward a little so that Nico could see his face. He was grinning a bit, almost from ear to ear. This time, it wasn’t as … toothy.
“Quite interested,” he said.
He didn’t elaborate this time on how long he would or would not be staying in any particular place. He was quite content to not realize what Nico was thinking. At any rate, he seemed far too interested in Nico’s world. The parts he’d only heard about and certainly made no effort to interact with. This was saying that he truly understood where their two places intersected, that was.
“Harpies?” he inquired, simply as an example.
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Post by strider on Mar 1, 2021 3:25:51 GMT -5
Nico knew Myrnin was dangerous, but it was very easy to forget exactly how dangerous. The times when Myrnin was in the House like that were few and far between, and Nico was perhaps blinded by the way his friend was when he wasn’t either hungry or worse. It was hard to remember that his friend was dangerous. Perhaps it was because he’d begun to think of himself as not as dangerous, and when they had first begun their friendship, Myrnin had drawn parallels between them.
“Everything?” Nico echoed, brow raising. “Alright then.” He continued forward, not sure exactly where to start. He didn’t think Myrnin had anything on him, otherwise Nico would have led him to the Hades cabin to drop his bags. Since there was nothing…
“How does the climbing wall sound?” he asked, turning to catch Myrnin’s eye. “It’s dangerous, and I’m not sure how vampires react to lava, but… you’re probably quick enough that you could best everyone here if you really wanted to.” Maybe they should wait until there were more people around to impress for that.
“Right… Harpies are sort of the working staff around here. They clean and cook and… well, make food available. I don’t think they actually cook. And cleaning is a generous term. What they really do is eat the campers who don’t clean. You’ll see them around after curfew, which I’m assuming you’re going to break. Vampire and all.”
Nico seemed to be in better spirits, at least a little bit. He was actively trying. It hurt – it was hard, still – but he wasn’t going to waste Myrnin’s time here by moping.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 6, 2021 2:01:07 GMT -5
Lava probably wasn't a good idea, so of course Myrnin at once grinned widely and chuckled. "Yesssss, I'd love to," he said. He honestly didn't care one way or the other if there was people to watch, so he was personally just willing to do what made it easier on Nico.
"Oh, I feel like there's other things here as well."
He skipped a couple of steps forward, looking around to try and see if there was anyone else nearby. He kept his eyes focused on what he was around, but he was still paying attention to Nico as well. To show this, he glanced back over his shoulder after several seconds.
"Ooooh. That was said so acceptingly," he said, surprised. "You'd like Morganville. We used to eat more people than we do now."
With the implication he was staying til nightime, Myrnin nodded. Of course he was going to break it! That sounded fun!
He wasn't completely aware of how Nico was putting on an act. But if the vampire was aware, he seemed to be trying to keep cheery because of it. Might as well.
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Post by strider on Mar 7, 2021 1:32:48 GMT -5
“Great,” Nico replied after a moment, his smile turning into something a little bit more real. He didn’t know who was going to win… Myrnin, or the climbing wall. He hoped it was Myrnin, but the wall could be a formidable enemy.
“Camp is pretty big,” he said, staring at the ground as he kept walking. He wasn’t really sure where he was leading Myrnin. If they kept walking, though, they would get to one of the highest points in Camp, and maybe from there Myrnin would be able to see something that he wanted to do. He wasn’t sure if the climbing wall was a good idea at the moment, but if that was what Myrnin wanted to do… he shrugged, then pointed in its direction. “You want the climbing wall we should go that way.”
Nico’s brows raised as he heard the comment about eating people, and he decided not to dignify it with a response. He didn’t like the harpies eating people. He had just struck a deal with them so they wouldn’t eat him. He wasn’t sure such a deal would be as easily struck with vampires. The less eating people that happened in a place, the better, at least in Nico’s opinion.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 9, 2021 21:31:46 GMT -5
Camp looked pretty big, even to Myrnin. This coming from a vampire who was used to things on the smaller scale of course. He wasn't really one who knew a lot about the general length and breath of the world when it came to relations to Morganville.
Camp probably wasn't large, objectively, to New York.
Even still, it had open space. Which was what he'd found himself liking as of late, at any rate.
"We can hold off on the climbing wall for now," he said brightly. "I'm sure there will be opportunity."
He turned to face Nico more attentively and pressed the palms of his hands together. He knew that Nico was going through a lot. There was probably grounds for him not to find anything good out of what Myrnin was about to suggest, but the vampire hoped otherwise.
"Could you show me your favorite place?" he asked. Then waved a hand around and elaborated further. "In camp, that is. Where do you like to go?"
He assumed there were people going to be about soon enough. He wondered what they'd think of Myrnin. Particularly of Myrnin with Nico.
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Post by strider on Mar 11, 2021 3:13:15 GMT -5
Nico nodded, figuring that avoiding the climbing wall for now was probably for the best. For any number of reasons. Although… he still wanted to see Myrnin try it. He probably wouldn’t even really be able to watch given how quickly Myrnin tended to move, but… that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious what the outcome would be. The climbing wall was used for training children. Could it really be that much of a challenge to a centuries old vampire?
“Favorite place,” Nico echoed after a long moment, the words penetrating just a few seconds after Myrnin had said them. He had to think about that for a long, long time. Camp was as full of bad memories as it was good, and there were tons of places that he saw every day that just reminded him of the past, of the things he had done wrong. Once, his Cabin might have been his favorite place, if only because it meant he belonged at least a little bit, but… no, there were places he preferred now. Places that not very many people knew about, hidden deep within the forests. As secret as the entrance to the Labyrinth had once been.
“Follow me,” He said eventually, moving off in the direction of the forest. Was that cheating? It was technically within the area of camp, but it wasn’t an actual part of camp. There were plenty of places he liked that were more in the open, more a part of things, but… there were people there. They were public, crowded places. And for now, he was sort of relishing the idea of it just being him and Myrnin for a little bit. Even if he wasn’t inclined to talk about what was on his mind, he had learned that having a friend there made all the difference.
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