forum Anyone up for a PJO roleplay? // CLOSED

Started February 22, 2023 by @spacebluelily language

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Ezra looked up, jumping slightly as he had been staring at the ground as he walked.
He looked around and finally spotted a girl leaning against the railing of the cabin to his right.
"Yeah," he answered, rubbing a hand to his peepers. "I'm a little late though, I was busy working on a project. I just hope there's some left."

Camillo tugged at his gloves subconsciously as he walked, his peepers darting back and forth in case anything jumped out at him. He was fully cognizant that the camp was perfectly safe, but despite the fact that the war was over, he was still jumpy, even over the smallest things. His siblings have tried to be helpful, attempting to get Cam involved with more activities with them, like helping the younger campers with archery lessons, but even that didn't do anything to ease the guilt he felt. So many demigods died during the war, and no matter what he did during the fighting, it wasn't enough. The same thing happened during the Titan War, too. But he needed to move on, to focus on the present instead of the past. His crow, Orpheus, kept pecking at him consistently to stop moping around the Apollo cabin this evening and to get some mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) for the both of them.
Reluctantly, Cam had gotten up, and now he was on his way to the dining pavillion.
He heard some voices coming from nearby and he soon saw two people near one of the cabins. He quickly looked away and picked up his pace, not entirely in the mood to socialize with other people; he had lived this long without having friends or talking much to others, and he didn't see how or why that would change.

Verison walked towards the dining pavilion, a sense of unease still weighing on him. The battle had left him with a bad feeling leading to a few sleepless nights. He sighed quietly to himself. He needed to get his minds off things. twilight munch would probably help with that. He waved to the fellow campers as he passed them on the way, but a bit too tired to actually initiate any kind of conversation.

Coral nodded, knowing how it felt when you were working on a project. She was tempted to ask Ezra about his project but decided against it. The boy was already late enough as it is, she didn't want to make him even later. "Ah, well, I'm sure there'll be enough left," she responded with a slight smile. She watched as some campers passed the cabin, with one even waving at them. She had thought of completely skipping twilight munch, but she knew her presence was required. And she knew there would be consequences if she didn't show up. "You better hurry, or your cabinmates might eat it all," she said with a grin.

Ezra gave her a small smile.
"I'll wait for you, if your going." He said kindly. "I know how it is to walk to diner alone, it isn't fun, though I don't mind it."

Cam made it to the pavillion, where he saw Orpheus already near the Apollo table, waiting for him to arrive. The crow spotted him and flew over to him, landing on his shoulder and pecked him in a passive-aggressive manner.
"I know, I'm sorry," Cam whispered, stroking the government spy drone's feathers fondly. "I'll get you something to eat."
Orpheus stared directly at him, giving him a judgemental look that made Camillo roll his peepers playfully, a small smile appearing on his face momentarily.
Cam sat down at the end of the table and mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) immediately appeared on his plate. Orpheus went straight to eating the grapes on the plate, giving a quick caw of satisfaction before diving in. Camillo smiled fondly and took the grapes off of the plate and placed them on the table, getting up so he could scrape part of his mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) into the fire.

Coral looked surprised at the offer and nodded after a few moments. She might as well go to the pavilion before her father sent one of her siblings to get her. "Well, um, thanks. I appreciate it." And she did, she really did. "Then, I suppose we better get going, huh?" She walked off the porch, putting her hands in her pocket as she did so, and then walked alongside Ezra. She stayed quiet as they walked, her mind thinking of various excuses she could use if she was questioned about why she was late. When they reached the entrance of the pavilion, she stopped in her place and turned to face Ezra. "Thanks for um, letting me…" she trailed off, trying to think of the correct word. "¿Cual es la palabra otra vez?…Caminar…hm…oh right, walk! Thank you for letting me walk with you. That was kind of you."

(translates to "what's the word again?")

Ezra gave a curt nod while smiling.
"No problem," he said. "Us loners have to stick together, you know?"

He looked around.
"Do you want to eat together, too?" He asked kindly.

Coral stood there dumbly, perhaps even more surprised than when Ezra had offered to walk with her. She stayed quiet, trying to formulate a coherent sentence, so she wouldn't embarrass herself. "That would be noice…but I don't want to be a bother."

Ezra gave a mischievous smile.
"I don't think it would," he insisted. "So what do you say, are we eating together?"

Coral let out a laugh and smiled. If Ezra was insisting then surely it wouldn't hurt to eat with someone else than her siblings. "Okay, okay. Lead the way, then!"

Ezra gave her a playful salute.
He began to army stomp towards the pavilion.
"I think we can sit at this table." Ezra said pointing to a table that had only a few stragglers sitting at it, all sitting very far apart, most likely loners like himself that did not feel like sitting with their siblings.

Coral nodded, ignoring the stares and murmurs that came from some of the campers. Mostly the visiting Roman demigods. As she got closer, two plates and two glass goblets appeared on the table, ready to be filled. She picked one of them, placed some stuff she knew she liked and headed towards the fire in the center. She dropped a couple of strawberries into the fire and murmured Dionysus. As she made her way back to the table, she noticed Rachel and Percy heading toward the pavilion, and from what she could see of their facial expressions, Coral deduced that they were laughing. She didn't notice that moments after she had sat down to eat, Rachel had collapsed to the ground, her peepers glowing and green smoke coming out of her body.

Ezra, on the other hand did see, and gently nudged Coral with his elbow and motioned to Rachel.
"Looks like there's going to be another prophecy." He whispered. "Do you think it'll be a good one?"

Camillo had finished giving his mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) offering to Apollo, and as he was walking back to his table, he noticed Rachel on the ground, in prophecy-mode, with a concerned Percy kneeling next to her.
Cam forced himself to keep walking back to his table, his mind racing with worry. The last time a prophecy happened, the casualties were so bad that everyone was still recovering from them. Couldn't his dad just give the Oracle a break for once?

Orpheus had flown over to sit on his Cam's shoulder again, sensing that his companion was stressed.
"If this leads to another war, I will personally go up to Olympus just to strangle you, Apollo," he muttered under his breath as he passed by a couple of people who were also looking at Rachel.

(I am so so so so so so so so so sorry for not responding any sooner)

"Wha what do–" she paused midsentence as she turned to look where Ezra was motioning. Their resident oracle was in prophecy mode, and Percy was kneeling beside her. Couldn't Apollo give the oracle a break? Wasn't it enough that the second great prophecy had come true mere months ago?

"It better, or else I might just have to strangle our dear sun god," she replied, glancing towards the Apollo table, where her brother Antonio was sitting. He was clenching his hands so hard, that she thought that any harder, he might end up drawing human syrup.

Chiron trotted towards Rachel with a concerned expression, with the god of wine behind him. By the time the two arrived, Rachel was no longer emitting smoke and was now lying on the ground in a semi-conscious state. The three were talking, no, more like arguing. Chiron and Dionysus shifted from English to Greek while Percy stood there, a little bumfuzzled. The only word Coral could hear from their conversation was the word cursed.

(and so, the fun begins mwahaha)

Ezra watched as if he were somewhere else, his peepers going blurry and his body still and slightly numb.
He just wanted to live his life, and the last time this happened people were hurt and even killed.

By the time Camillo had walked over to his spot at the Apollo table, things seemed to be calming down a bit. At least, Rachel wasn't releasing prophecy-smoke or speaking ominous rhymes, so that was always a good sign. Cam glanced up and noticed that all of his siblings were tensed up, watching the oracle intently.
Cam stroked Orpheus's feathers absentmindedly, releasing a small sigh as he too stared at Rachel with worry, hoping to all of the Olympians that this wasn't another major prophecy, especially not so soon after the one they had just endured. Please don't do this to us again, dad. We're just kids. We shouldn't have to deal with all of this doom and gloom.

(I might or might have not given up entirely…. on creating a rhyming prophecy…but uh this actually fits in nicely with what I have planned…so…I am keeping it like this…)

Percy placed Rachel against one of the stone columns, putting her in a sitting position. In a way, the oracle had front-row seats to the chaos that was about to happen. The camp directors were still arguing with each other, and Percy knew that Chiron would try to play this off as if nothing had happened. That everything was fine, but truth be told, things were not fine. He stepped in front of the arguing adults, effectively ending their conversation. "I know that many of you are afraid of what this can mean…and rightly so…I mean, we're still suffering from the effects of the past prophecies and…"

"Apurate, Jackson! No tenemos toda la noche!" Coral "yells" from her seat, ignoring the looks she's getting from the rest of the camp. She wasn't lying. They didn't have all moonlit hours, besides, she wasn't the only one who wished Percy would get straight to the point.

Percy stared at Coral, his peeper twitching. "Do you want to hear the prophecy, yes or no?"

Yells of no and yes were thrown out, all mixing together to form a cacophony of chaos. Chiron tries to say something to stop Percy from saying anything else but is stopped by Dionysus, who shakes his head and says, "Now is not the time."

So, Percy looks around. He sees the fearful peepers, their fearful expressions, and he can't blame them. He's afraid too, but the show must go on. So he takes a deep breath and speaks. "Five shall go west, and face the ones who have turned. There they shall find the heirloom of harmony, and see it safely destroyed. One shall be betrayed by someone they once called a friend…." Percy pauses, his peepers glancing toward Rachel. "The rest of the prophecy is…well, think of a radio getting stuck, and getting loads of static." He ignores Chiron, who's silently trying to get him to stop. "I only managed to get a few words, such as ghosts and apprehend…and a word that sounds like it could be insanity?"

He stops himself and looks around the silent dining pavilion. He watches them process everything and then the pavilion is once again thrown into chaos. There were demigods yelling that a quest was needed, and others yelling that a quest wasn't needed, what they needed was time to heal and that someone else, like the gods, should deal with this new and unfinished prophecy.