forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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Lydia poured herself a very large cup of coffee, downing half of it in one.

"Where'd Sam run off to?"

Lydia cursed. “He’s somewhere around camp…. probably close to our cabin. He’ll be ok, I guess.”

"Long as he doesn't decide to go past the borders, there isn't much that can happen to him."

“He’s not stupid enough to do that.”

"That's good. Too many rash decisions gets a demigod killed at some point."

“Surprisingly my brother isn’t impulsive enough for that.”

Ophelia snorted. "Surprisingly. Such faith in him."

“I mean compared to me.”

"Well," She raised her mug in a toast. "Here's to you not getting killed."

“Here’s to me not getting killed.” Lydia echoed.

She downed the entire cup of coffee and turned to pour herself another. "Can I ask you a question?"

“Of course.”

"When were you claimed?"

“Oh, gods, um…. two years ago?” Lydia says, unsure.

"Sorry if it's weird or…uncomfortable for me to ask. I've just been trying to figure some things out about my own…lack of knowledge." Ophelia sighed, sipping her coffee.

Jasper walked through the main part of the camp, humming as he did so. He had an empty mug of tea clutched in his hand, he was going to the kitchen to return it.

“No, it’s fine. It was weird and abrupt.” Lydia said.

Trent stirred in his sleep, letting out an unattractive snore. He mumbled something incoherently that sounded a bit like “Finnigan” if you were really listening.

Ophelia shrugged, staring off into space. "I'd like to find out who my godly parent is someday, at least."

“I’m sure you will.” Lydia replies kindly, never sure of anything.

Trenton woke up by rolling off his bed in his sleep, hitting the floor with crash! The teen pulled himself to his feet, swaying slightly and rubbing his head. “Gods… why?” He grumbled, already heading towards the door. He hadn’t originally planning to stay asleep anyways. Trent knew for a fact Bren and Angel weren’t in the kitchen, but he needed to find the two boys. He wanted to ask them what he knew about Blair. Something about this situation had him growing more curious by the minute.

So Trenton, half asleep and half blinded by the sunlight, stumbled out of his cabin looking quite a bit like a he was a zombie. His muttered curses, pale skin, and eye bags weren’t helping to improve the aesthetic at all. But where to look first? Trent ambled towards the training grounds, starting his hunt for the two boys.

((i mean im still here, i just wasn't sure what to do lmao

Same lol))