Somebody Up There (Camp Half-Blood Semi-Lit RP) Accepting

[Keero]

Bump for Bubbles~ :3

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((Thanks bluu! Hopefully others will support this as well. ))

[Anomaly]

Bump. Random bump. AND.... Bump.

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((Eh..should we start or wait for somebody else to join?))

[Anomaly]

((That's up to you. I really don't mind starting without more members. They'll join.))

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((Mmkay let's start because I really am excited for it, lol.))

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Rain yawned as she woke up, looking at the Kaleidescope of colors playing across the cabin ceiling. That was one of the perks of being in the Iris cabin. Apart from having built in wings, the cabin had perfectly sculpted patterns on the windows that bent the morning sun and refracted the colors all over the cabin. Quickly, she sat up, looking around at the empty beds beside her. Sometimes it got a little boring when there were hardly any other Iris cabin members. Rain inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of the evaporating morning dew and the cooking meats. Breakfast was coming soon.
Rain got out of bed, with only food on her mind. She pulled her suitcase out from the bottom of her bed and hefted it onto the table beside her. She grimaced as she saw the name tag tied to her "portable wardrobe" as she used to call it. The name read "Rachel Mattinson". She hated the name Rachel, preferring her self-assigned nickname. And if it wasn't for her constant pleading, she wouldn't even be using her last name either. Her brother, Brody, wasn't exactly fond of their father whose name they kept. But she didn't want to have two new names, one was enough.

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Brody threw a dagger at a dummy, watching as straw strew everywhere from the recently severed fake arm. He shook his head before grabbing his bow from around his torso and fastening an arrow in its place. Brody breathed in before releasing the arrow. It's aim was true as it nailed the target. Sure, a bow didn't cause the nice effect of scattered straw, but at least Brody knew he couldn't possibly miss with his favorite weapon. His inspiration for everything he did. His Muse.
Brody scratched the back of his head before plodding towards the target dummy. Quickly he scooped up the fallen dagger and sheathed it in his belt. Then, very carefully, he slid the arrow out of the rough material that held the dummy filling together. It was still intact, and so, after blowing the dust off it, Brody placed it back in his quiver. He slung his bow back over his shoulder and headed towards the eating pavilion in a quick, graceful lope. His favorite time of day, dawn, was over, and soon campers would be banging around wondering where their breakfast was.

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Dresyn continued working in the forge. He would spend nights there, and no one in his whole cabin wondered or questioned. He kept his hands on the parts and started to create a small automaton. Oil and soot were all over his hands from working all night. He didn't mind. This was the fun part. Working in the forge, not really much of life and making something. He stared out, listening to the sounds of his automaton making a small dance and smiled. He heard the conch horn blow and sighed. Time for another day.

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Rain stepped out of her cabin wearing the clothes she had chosen. Today it was the traditional Orange Camp Half-Blood shirt over a green tank top with a shin-length purple Capri pants. What could she say? She liked colors. She raced over to the eating pavilion, beating anybody who was even awake by a long shot. She smiled, relishing in her speed. At least her mother had given her one good thing, her talents.
Rain fluttered sub-consciously as she saw all the delicious food being brought to the tables by satyrs and various nymphs. Regaining control over her wings, she attempted to stop herself from being airborne and fell on top of the Ares table. Quickly she got off, hoping no child of Ares would pick a fight with her if they found a stray rainbow feather in their breakfast.

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Brody reached the top of a low hill, strumming his guitar. His bow and quiver full of arrows were nowhere to be seen, but that was to be expected. Guitar and bow, were one. Brody smiled, adding lyrics to that phrase in his mind. Guitar and bow are one he kept repeating over and over in his head, adding other words into the building song. As he followed the smells he muted his guitar slightly so that others wouldn't hear. If he was ever brave enough he might share a song, but that wasn't until it was finished.
Brody tugged on a guitar string and the guitar morphed shape into a lyre, the most compact shape Muse could take. He did a double take as he passed by the camp forges. He caught a glimpse of guy his age making his way out. He nodded understandingly, it was the new kid who was blind. Not much use for a demi-god, unless he was good with his hands. Brody headed over, trying to think of something to say him. He seemed to be a lot more menacing the closer you got.

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Dresyn put his automaton away in his toolbelt, and turned. He memorized the camp and the forge well enough to navigate out and headed towards the eating pavilion. He was glad no one was rushing to the pavilion, it made it easier for him to get to. Once he got there, he counted the steps. one, two... three. He turned to the left and sat at the Hepheastus's table, messing with a bit of wire.

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((Eh, I'm kinda getting stuck.))

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Brody followed 20 yards behind the blind kid, still wondering what his name was. Reaching the Terpsikhore table, he sat down piling plate on his food, looking around at his fellow campers. They all seemed to be a little dreary from just waking up, but relatively cheerful for people who might die this day, or the next day, or the next. Brody snapped back into focus as the other campers stood up.

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Rain stood up at her table with her plate full, waiting to sacrifice some of her food to the gods. Most importantly, in Rain's mind, was Iris. All demi-gods usually thanked their own godly parent before eating, and she had no intention to do otherwise. Finally, she stood in front of the flaming pit and carefully selected her greasiest pieces of bacon before tossing them into the blazing fire.