forum PJO OC RP for experienced RPers. (CLOSED) “Viva La Revolution, Biatch!”

Started October 04, 2020 by @Elder-God-Whisper work

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"This isn't a punishment Raphael," Chiron sighed, the worry lines in his face seemed deeper today and he had more gray streaks in his hair than usual. "Though your little stunt won't go without consequence."

Sierra rolled her eyes. "Forget it Chiron, we're not going on your quest."

Chiron shook his head and interlocked his fingers in front of him. "It doesn't work like that, Sierra. You five were prophesied to go on this quest, you can't deny a prophecy. It simply cannot be done."

Sierra linked her arm with Nikoli's. "Well there's a first time for everything, and we're not going," She stated stubbornly.

Nikoli looked like they were grasping at straws before they landed on their last resort. "I- I'll tell my Mat. She said I was safer here!" They objected, moving their hands to deathgrip Sierra's arms. "She said they wouldn't try and make me go!"

Raphael exhaled.
"I trust your judgment usually, but… how do you know it's us?" he asked Chiron.
He tilted his head a bit. Fuck. He respected Chiron a good bit, since he and Raphael's dad were teacher and student, and had a close relationship. Yet, he wanted to deny this.

Sierra glanced at Nikoli and saw the fear in their eyes. She was pretty sure Mel wasn't using his magic this time. Nikoli death gripped her arm and she instinctively wrapped the other arm around them. She didn't know their past, she just knew the traumatic effect it had on them.

Chiron looked over at Raphael. "I know it's you five because you are the only five who aren't at peace with your heritage in the camp." Some Hermes kid yelled "losers!" and Sierra shot a death glare their way. "Now come with me, it's best we send you on this quest as soon as possible."

"This just seems like an attempt to get rid of us," Sierra muttered under her breath.

"Openly, maybe, but- are you… are you sure you're sure?" Raphael pressed, "I dunno, I'm kind of grasping at straws here because I don't want to go on this quest. Like at all. Though, I'm pretty sure I'm one of the best healers in the camp, so if it's that dangerous…"
He glanced to the side, clearly worried above all.

"I am Very comfortable in my heritage, me and Mat talk every week." Their voice raised in pitch, eyes wide. Their mother said they would stay here because it was safe, they weren't supposed to leave unless it was with her.

"Yeah, uh… same, actually," Raphael agreed, "I just don't like being called 'discount Apollo kid,' all the time. Really, we should have an anti-bullying policy in this camp. Ever considered that?"

Elke mumbled some curses under her breath, "Exactly, it's not that I'm unhappy with who my dad is, it's that other people seem to dissaprove of it, and that's not my problem, that's their's. And you can't make me go on a quest, you can't make any of us go on a quest. Sure, prophecy might say it, but I don't care, I'm not going and risking my life for a stupid prophecy." That was the most that Elke had really said to really anyone at the camp for a while, and she surprised herself by sort of fighting back.

Chiron pinched the bridge of his nose, a migraine forming behind his eyes. "I know that you five are prophesied and you MUST go on this quest!"

Sierra inflated her cheeks irritably. "I'm pretty okay with my heritage too. Chiron how bout you get some kids worthy of a quest on this random journey."

A kid in the back yelled "yeah!" and Chiron shot them a look that said not the time. Sierra looked at the other Misfits behind her, all of them stood still, staring unblinkingly at Chiron. "What the hell?" She cursed as white fog drifted its way into the clearing. Sierra frantically looked around to see if anybody else could sense this. The Hecate kids shot each other confused looks before freezing. Soon, everything was still.

Three forms slowly walked towards Sierra. One coming from in front of her, one from her left and the last from her right. The silhouettes flickered and merged together. A goddess with golden hair and solid black eyes now stared at her. Sierra's breath caught in her throat. "M-mother," She stammered. Hecate nodded and studied her daughter. They didn't look alike, but they had the same glare in their eyes, the same smirk, the same strong posture.

Hecate nodded. Her silence unnerved Sierra. "Hello, Sierra," She said at last. Her voice seemed to be distant, as if she was speaking from across the forest than two feet in front of her. "I haven't seen you since you were an infant."

Sierra felt like screaming. This was the first contact she had ever had with her mother. Her great-grandmothers visited her sometimes in dreams, telling her to get revenge and to win at all costs. She never told anyone of this, not even Nikoli. "What do you want?" Sierra asked sharply.

Hecate tsked and delicately stroked Sierra's cheek with a finger. "Demigods, always thinking that the gods need something from them."

"Because they always do!"

"Hush child," Hecate waved her hand and a piece of Mist circled her head, before turning solid over her mouth, preventing Sierra from speaking. "I don't have long."

Sierra death-glared her mother and attempted to pry off the muzzle. "All I can tell you is that it is vital for you to accept this quest."

The Mist Muzzle evaporated. "What do you know, Hecate?!"

The goddess of magic glared at her daughter. "I know that if you don't take this quest, another goddess will fade. She is being forgotten, and Hades is very upset that his daughter will fade. Macaria-"

"Goddess of Blessed Death," Sierra interrupted. "Why is she fading?"

Hecate sighed. "Alas, not enough heroes are good enough for Elysium anymore. The Judges of the Underworld are becoming harsher. The Field of Asphodel has never been fuller."

"Why do we need to save her? Doesn't Hades have demigod children who-"

"Nico di Angelo has had enough quests for a lifetime, and Hazel Levesque cannot do this. She is a daughter of Pluto and there is no Roman form for Macaria. You must go with your band of friends."

Sierra paused and looked at the four friends who helped her pull of the double-flag-capture. "And if I don't?"

"Macaria will fade. Melinoe and Zagreus will not be happy to see their sister die, and I'm sure Hades and Persephone won't be pleased. Heroes will stop going to Elysium. Thanatos also cares deeply for Macaria, and I'm sure you won't want Death to be angry, will you? Go, Sierra." Hecate split into three forms once more and was gone, the Mist going with her. The demigods around the forest unfroze and acted like nothing had happened.

"We have to go on this quest," Sierra stated gravely.

((Cool beans, and I'm sorry if that was just a dumb question, as I said I'm just sort of dead))

Elke groaned, crossing her arms and glaring at Sierra, "Whatever it is, it seems like something that you need to do, not me. I'm out." She said crossing her arms, "I wouldn't be helpful in this sort of thing, and I really don't want to die, especially since the odds are in my favor, due to the fact that I suck at fighting, or just using weapons in general, actually, to be frank, I'm one of the worst at the camp when it comes to that sort of stuff." Which reminds me, I need to figure out why the hell they have kids learning to fight at a place like this, sure we might be demi-gods, but still.

Nikoli started to retreat into the shadows, urging for their body to become one with the shadows and revert from it's solid form. They were trying to edge away from the people, almost unconsciously. All they wanted to do was vanish into the shadows and stare at the stars long enough for their Mat to come in and check in on them.

Sierra grabbed Nikoli's arm before they could fully disappear into the shadows. "Please," she begged. Chiron trotted around, he could sense the former presence of a god. Her mother's voice spoke in her head Do not fail me Sierra. Maybe after this, you'll finally be accepted into this camp? Isn't that what you want, a home? "Elke, Nikoli, Raphael, Mel, please." Sierra, oh Sierra. Her mother's voice spoke again. It would be a shame if Macaria faded, a shame when her siblings and parents wreak havoc on the world. It would be a shame if you could've prevented that. I will leave you with a choice. Sierra's vision clouded, she gripped Nikoli's arm to prevent herself from falling over.

She could see three paths. There was one where she stood alone in Black Wood, another where she and the Misfits scaled a mountain, the last she was staring at an unknown force, a magical dagger in hand. You can decide to stay here in Camp Half-Blood, convince your friends to go on the quest with you, or you can go alone, but we both know you won't make it out if you go alone.

"Please, come with me," Sierra withheld her tears and looked at the ground, attempting to blink them away.

Tears started to bloom in Nikoi's eyes, tears that seemed to shine with golden dust if you looked close enough, they tried to pull away. "I don't want to, she told me that I was supposed to stay. I can't go out there and take more people!" Their voice was quiet, but panicked. Nikoli hadn't left camp since they arrived, which was many years ago. Sierra had seen them on their first day at camp, they had hands stained dark red and their body was covered in a too big and ratty hoodie. They wouldn't speak for months, not until their Mother told them things. They only said one thing that their mother said, not anything else. But it was pretty easy to guess that they're rambling about one of the things their mom told them.

"Nikoli!" She grabbed their face, forcing them to look at her. Their dark brown ones locked onto her violet ones. "I won't go without you, and I have to go." If it means I can finally feel welcome, Sierra thought to herself, I'd do anything. "We'll be okay, we'll be just fine."

"I can't! She promised me I'd be safe if I stayed here, but if I leave I won't be protected. They'll find me and they'll kill me for what I did!" They were shaking, full body trembles as they tried to break away. The shadows started to send out little tendrils, sensing Nikoli's panic and wanting them to be back home, safe, in the shadows, in the night.

Raphael cleared his throat.
"Um… well… I'll be there, and I'll make sure you guys stay safe, okay? If we have to go, you'd better believe that I'm not letting anyone die on my watch," he promised, "That includes you, Nikoli."
He ran a hand through his hair. Those were big words…

Sierra suddenly became aware of the people watching. "Thanks Raph," She stopped. Sierra wasn't one to give nicknames and was surprised she had shortened the healer's name. "Let's go somewhere where not all eyes are on us." She grabbed Nikoli's wrist and led them through the forest, the rest of the Misfits following behind her. She stopped and sat down on a rotting lot in the middle of Black Wood. Nobody would eavesdrop here.

"My mother came to me," She admitted. "She told me that it's essential that we go on this quest, so many lives depend on it. I know that you guys don't want to leave camp." Sierra glanced at Nikoli and Elke. "But I don't think we have a choice."