Thread: Demigods and the Hands of the Fates (based off LOD)

"I'll regret this, but I'm game," said Logan pulling his armor off of the shelf beside his bunk. He quickly put it on and pulled out his dagger. There was no way he was going to get himself hurt in a friendly spar.

Devon opened a trunk at the foot of his bed and pulled out his gold authentic greek-leather super-light assassin suit (GAGSAS for short). He put it all on and opened the door and stepped outside, he summoned his two daggers and started twirling them, waiting for Logan.

(Jericho)

Kabammmm!

"Cough cou coaaaagh!" I coughed fanning away the smoke, "note to self , leave arms making to hepheastus kids. maybe they can help me with this."

I had been trying to create a special rifle that could fire a variety of projectiles. I was using Derek's old nerf gun as a base. Derek's a dead camper. he was the son of hecate and a great hero three times and reached the isle of the blest. last year he gave me a special spell to turn my arrows into pure energy. He was a nice guy too bad the Fates killed him off. I sighed at the thought. I know to most people death is horrible, but Derek has it pretty good on the isle. trust me I've seen it.

Looking back at my busted triple barrel rifle I noticed that it was unscaved. atleast i picked a good materiel to build it out of. Stygian iron seems to last forever.

'Gah getting off track.' I shook my head.

I climbed up out of the bunker. maybe I could find one of the Hepheastus kids at the forge.

(OOC: You got it. I do 1st-person, too, guys. BTW, Ellie and Jericho are A Thing)

"Hey you." I said casually, strolling up to Jericho, "Are you okay?"

"hie coaaaa cuuuh" I weezed setting my rifle aside, "waaaz up cuouuuugh?"

"Oh, you-!" I flicked my wrist, stoping Jericho's weezing. "Now can you talk like a person, or do i need to get a translator?" I asked.

(OOC: Ellie is a super-strong healer, the strongest at Camp)

"well if i start speaking french you will mon étoile d'or" I switched to my third language, "Alors, que faisons-nous aujourd'hui?"

I whistled and Zariant shrunk down to his husky form. he jumped down into the bunker and sat next to me.

Logan walked out of the cabin. He was nervous but excited at the same time. He got into a fighting stance and hell the dagger by his side. "Please go easy on me," he joked. His dagger began to glow with yellow energy as he prepared to strike.

...

Daemon walked out of his cabin and noticed two children of Apollo preparing to spar. "This will be entertaining," he mumbled as surrounded his body in shadowy energy and began to float. He layed back in mid-air ready to watch the fight.

"You prissy 'lil fag." I teased in Ancient-Greek.

"Hi, Zariant!!" I hugged the hellhound-husky

"well so much for french being the language the love. well besides blowing myself up, you calling me a fag, and me probably getting blow up again what are we going today?" I asked reaching for stygian iron helm.

"Sorry, love, it just seemed like the thing to do." I smiled angelically, knowing he couldn't get mad at me.

Max was sitting on a tree, listening to jericho's long speech make him feel bored.
By the way, if you're wondering, max is not the old max anymore. He's a little antisocial now. Well, probably because his favorite girl, ellie. Is now with jericho.

Wind the smarthound, his pet, is sleeping on the grass under the tree. Max jumped from the tree and walked away. He hates how the camp is flooded by new camper.

Veritas, my sunhound, (About the size of a truck) started barking, picking me up and cxarrying me away from Jericho, and dropping me at the foot of a tree. "Wind?" I asked, spotting the little terrier-looking smarthound.

'why does this happen all the time' I grumbled.

Zariant jumped up, but i stopped him.

"lets go for a ride." I laughed semi-maniacally.

Zariant and I got out of the bunker and I mounted him. I rode out of camp and into the city. with the mist Zariant appeared to everyone as a black street bike. I rode around town doing my usual messing with people and what nought. It was better then whatever was going to happen at camp.

Cayin and Camari walked about, noticing two people talking in multiple tongues, which confused them. They walked in the direction of the forge to sharpen their swords. Camari brandished her thin silver blade, swinging it and watching light glint off of it. Cayin pulled his heavy gold broadsword out, holding it with one hand and watching light run down the length.