Camp Half-Blood --- God's Fate --- Open for joining!

that's fine lmao. I don't think I'm able to rp much today)

- I'm here sorry! I have a daughter of poseidon free if you want rat? -

"Hmm... I like Lilac." Bash gave her a playful smile, green eyes bright with mischief. "Honestly, I'm up here pretty much whenever camp gets super active. Well, if I'm not here then I'm out in the woods or on the beach. But you won't find me around camp - not really. Being around a lot of people isn't really my thing."

- Sorry the posts are short I'm working so trying to type quick! -

((I still have a daughter of Hermes open, if anyone needs someone to RP with))

Elias spread his fingertips, tasting freedom in the air as he breathed in. There was dread there, of course - the fear of being attacked. But what freedom came without fear? Elias felt like taking off down the hill at full speed, relishing in the fact that he was now allowed to live his own life - maybe use a phone. Something he'd taken for granted.

Elias looked back at Simon, noticing he looked much less thrilled than Elias was. "Yeah, my guard's always up," Elias lied. "There's a street a little ways down where we could probably call a cab." Elias began to walk off in the direction he'd specified, down Half-Blood Hill. "You ask me what I want to see? I'm not sure about Empire State...that's where my mom lives, after all. But Times Square, Broadway? Hell, I want to see it all. Surely there's something you're excited about."

"Please let the record state- This is in no way my fault and Chevalier can return to Tartarus." Spoken to...no one. At least no one capable of a coherent response. But it needs to be said. The world in general needs to regularly be reminded that Chevalier is a blight on all of existence. And Madoka is free of all blame. An innocent bystander. A captive, even. Seduced into this ridiculous scheme with showy gestures and courtly trash talk. Sleek red-velvet hair slips from the topknot he'd twisted it into, flaring around his face in a shining curtain as he executes a twirl that would be somewhat impressive in scorched combat boots- if not for the fact that he trips over a root mid-spin and stumbles into a stunted tree with a huff of precious air. Madoka exhales on a curse, catching himself with one bloodied hand just before he eats bark. The near-perpetual roaring that has been echoing throughout the trees for the last five minutes grows louder. Or closer. Or both. And gains a certain nuance that suggests-

"There are two of them? Of course! Damn you Chevalier~!" Though breathless, he manages a musical, bell-like laugh and swings around to press his back to the trunk. Madoka widens his stance, lifts Cosmos with his left hand and allows the engraved chain to slide through the gloved fingers of his right, judging the length needed through feel alone. His battle-bright eyes are trained on the tangle of undergrowth ahead. Camp Half Blood is just beyond the Forest's trees- he's too close to risk running any further. This tiny overgrown clearing is where he'll make his stand.

The rapid snapping of branches to his left is his cue to act- Madoka tosses the sickle to his right hand and gives it leave, swinging the chain in an arc that he spins counter to, wrapping the excess length around his left forearm as he moves. The blade catches briefly and he yanks back with his left arm at the end of his spin, tearing through something that elicits a pained screech. Cosmos whips back toward him, bloody, and Madoka deftly catches the handle as he dances back to evade a countering swipe of massive claws. The earth underneath his boots tremors with the massive steps of his prey- or hunter- potayto potahto- as it lumbers into full view. A five foot tall, thickly furred, beady eyed...badger. It was the best they could find, and least likely to be a serious threat to the other campers.

The glory isn't in slaying the monster, after all. The proposed challenge was to lure them as close to Camp as could be achieved and then killing the monsters before anyone was the wiser- Or it broke free of their game and endangered any adventuring halfbloods in the area. So either or. This round is the tie-breaker, both Chevalier and Madoka having each engaged in feats of daring that proved them almost evenly matched in terms of stupid ideas pursued just how well they could meet the challenges. But now he's so close that he can smell whatever is being served at the Dining Pavilion and it smells like victory.

The redhead grins as he casually begins to spin his chain, turning the blade into a bronze blur as he gracefully outmaneuvers the clumsy strikes of his opponent and responds with the occasional flick of his kusarigama. Having previously harried it in their initial encounter, it's hardly a challenge now. He supposes he can't simply let it bleed out..."Oi, are you ready to die yet?" The drawl starts out amused but ends on a hitch when the displacement of air on his left forces him to throw himself to the side. Blade-like claws rake over his head, missing his skull by mere inches before plunging halfway through the trunk of a slim birch and snapping it in half. Madoka catches the ground with one hand and swings his body around to land in a crouch, skidding backwards with an irritated hiss. "Two." He mutters, a belated reminder. The new monster snarls and starts toward him, but he's momentarily distracted by the beautiful cerise littering the leaves before him and caught in its claws. Horrified, he straightens and tentatively tugs on a jaggedly shorn lock of red-velvet.

"My hair!"

being attacked by monsters but being concerned about your hair is the biggest mood)

I'd jump in but it's literally 1 am right now and I should get some sleep for once. I'll be on tomorrow (today??) though if nobody joins in by then (unless you already arranged something in which case I'll just sleep in until like 3 whoops))

"Things have been pretty slow around here." Lani remarked looking at the water for a moment before looking back at Riley. There wasn't a huge mass of newbies coming to camp and the world wasn't in danger. "Think anything exciting will happen soon?" She asked. Lani wouldn't mind if it was monsters or if certain houses started fighting each other.

Elias looked at Simon, silently wishing that there was something he could do to relieve his anxiety - other than go back to camp, of course. Now that the plan had gone farther than just words, Elias couldn't turn back. "I can get the whole 'losing its luster' thing, but that's why I want to leave camp." Elias had always been impatient, and it wasn't entirely due to his ADHD. He had a tendency to jump from friend group to friend group, trying every sport and after school club, looking for something to fill that little place in his heart that wasn't satisfied. It had taken years for the magic of camp to wear off, but now that it had, the little place in Elias' heart was even less satisfied. "A park, you say? Full of plants, trees...? You want to take me to a park? Simon, I'm sorry, but you're dumber than you look," Elias teased, his eyes twinkling.

Simon glanced over at him in interest at the comment, not really thinking about how the camp could lose it's luster, because he'd always been the type to b happy with her he was. It never bothered him much to have to stay in the same camp, happy with the books he'd convinced the Hermes kid to get him, mostly because there were a lot less ghosts wandering around the camp. Most demigods didn't end up in this plane of existence during their after life, of course a few stuck around, but only until proper burial rituals had been enacted. In New York? It felt like he was going a bit crazy at times, and he hated it, but instead of saying that he simply hummed out a noncommittal noise. His cheeks turned a bright red at the teasing, a scowl flickering onto his features, "Well! It's just... a nice place." He whined as he rubbed his face irritably. He paused at the street, surpassed a monster hadn't found them yet, forcing himself to calm down. "Everything else is so... touristy."

(I don't know that I ever responded. I had a very busy weekend and a very busy week this week, so I probably won't be able to post until like maybe next Monday? There's a lot going on.)

Elias covered his laugh upon seeing how red Simon's face had gone at the comment. Usually faces that red were caused by someone screaming in Elias' face, not because he had really managed to embarrass them. Of course, that was sometimes the root cause of the yelling in question. "No, yeah, I see what you mean," Elias shrugged, silently wishing he had brought along one of his sweatshirts. Depending on how late they stayed, it would get cold. Elias just brushed off the thought and thought about the comment Simon had made. Elias actually liked tourist-y, the rush of people, the murmur of a thousand conversations. He'd always adored going into the big city with his father. He actually found it ironic that the son of Demeter would find his place among skyscrapers and cracked sidewalks.

Axel scoffed,
"That's a first. But it still doesn't make me like you." His smirk widening only slightly before it disappeared. He glanced over his shoulder at the burn spot. It was starting to scab. Ew. His gaze moved back to Eris and he just shrugged.
"It'll heal over time. If it's worse tomorrow then I'll fix it." His eyes narrowed and his eyebrow arched. He scoffed again.
"You might wanna save a band aid for your head. It might get too big and explode." Axel widened his hands in an eccentric "boom" on both sides of his head right by his ears as he spoke.

Axel continued to arch an eyebrow, but his smirk reappeared.
"I'm having kindergarten flashbacks." His facial expression changing into an odd expression only he could really understand the meaning of.
"I think you should've just made that face"-Axel waved his hand in a gesture to her whole facial expression-"when you showed up. Basilisk would've slithered away faster then they showed up."