Camp Half-Blood {RP Thread}(Semi-Advanced)

OOC: It's ok, don't worry, I just didn't know.

Angel stood at the top of the hill, looking around and keeping an eye out for anyone and everyone. They didn't hear anyone running but distantly heard a little boy's voice yelling to someone. They tried to understand what to kid was saying but guessed they were too far away to hear properly. Deciding quickly and quietly the full-time camper turned around and headed back down the hill, and would rather eat breakfast then deal with new demigods. Not that they disliked them it was just that the new ones tend to be confused and they -Angel- usually didn't know how to explain things.
They trudged down the slope which wasn't too steep but not gentle either, with a beeline for the pavilion. It wasn't too long to reach the mess hall. They said "hey" to anyone they passed and that they knew were OK to approach in the morning, which was most people since the ones who didn't want to see anybody in the morning usually just stayed in their cabin to sleep.
With a plate of over buttered and over syrup-ed pancakes, at least considered that by most other demigods, two strips of bacon, and glass of orange juice, they sat down at her table. For all they knew, nobody else would be sitting at their table. Their cloak, still tightly tied around her waist, hung off the back of the bench and took up some of the space next to them on both sides.

Kiara turns, having not heard footsteps behind her. And also, she was right. This hill is very steep. She can walk it fine, but a dead sprint is something that just doesn't work. She swallows, trying to catch her breath.

"Ah… hi." She says, watching the both of them carefully. She's trying to figure out what's going on, idly petting the tiny kitten that she has cupped in her hands. "Who… are you two?" She asks, still short of breath. She really can't run very well at all.

Xander dragged a hand through his hair, relieved that it seemed she had decided not to attempt to kill him after all. "I don't know," he admitted, though silently he was patting himself on the back. Things were going relatively well so far! Of course, he knew exactly what Camp Half-Blood was, but now was a good time to give his story a try; see if it was believable and amend if necessary.
He sighed dejectedly, leaning against a tree like he was tired as he slipped his hands into his jacket pockets. "My Mom dumped me out here about half an hour ago. Said there was done kind of camp or something for burdens like me." He shrugged like the statement was no big deal, then after some thought, stuck one ring-decorated hand out to her. "It's Xander, by the way."

Cordelia's look of confusion brought about by being spoken to in another language dissolved into a loud laugh at Fay's last comment. "Yeah, you did!" She giggled aloud. "And I think I speak for all of us when I say thanks for remembering!"
Cordelia was a little more than intrigued by Fay, especially about growing her bed? A child of Pan was unheard of, and Cordelia was interested in her powers, and how she lived, but also just making friends with the girl herself. "Well, I'm glad you're settling in okay! You should have done breakfast! Oh, but don't forget to give an offering to your dad," she said with a smile. "And if you need somewhere to sit, you're always welcome at the Poseidon table! Maybe we could even team up for the next partner game," she offered.

She grins, relaxing a bit, as the tiny kitten looks up at him with sleepy eyes. One blue, the other green. One side of her face is black, the other white. Black and brown splotches cover the rest of her body. "This is Myaro." She says, rubbing the top of her head. "I found her on the way here, and I couldn't just leave 'er."

Xander watched her struggle with her wound for a moment, than nodded slowly. "Right, I'm following you because I have no idea where I'm going. So if you're gut knows, that's where we'll go. I suppose." He paused, contemplating the rather elaborate rhyme he had just announced. Shrugging, he pushed himself up off the tree and slung his backpack over his other shoulder, wearing it properly for once. Again, he offered River his hand. "You can... lean up against me. I guess. If you want. Just... don't bleed on the jacket, yeah? It's my favorite."
He glanced around his head again as he listened to the chirping birds, half-expecting to see a monster leap out from some shadowy corner what with all this talk of them. "It's nice to meet you, by the way," he added as an after-thought. He shifted impatiently as he looked at her, not caring what she decided but wanting to be off regardless.

Cordelia nodded and patted Fay on the shoulder with a smile. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of everything in no time! Hey, maybe you could even teach some of us about your ways, yeah?" she asked with a laugh and a kind smile, her blue eyes shining in amusement as she watched the furry brawl occurring between Fay's animals.
"Oh, and uh, right over there," she added knowingly, pointing out a stack of plates near the breakfast buffet and its layout.

They had wolfed down their pancakes but slowed down at their bacon, since they would usually nibble at pieces of it. It was a silly little quirk of their's. Angel had only sipped at their orange juice before standing up and gathered their plate, fork and knife, and glass. Taking a brief pause they pushed up their sunglasses, since they were going to be training a bit today and would be in the sun. In the process they nearly dropped the glass but thankfully didn't, and returned it to the ever-growing pile of dishes at a little metal out-crop with a shuttered window, near the other end of the breakfast buffet table, where eventually at the end of breakfast, the harpies would bring in to start washing them.
Angel stretched her arms above her head, and was startled by Nathan's sudden appearance at his table. Glancing at him out of the corner of their eye, they relaxed, lowering their arms. Ares kids... the child of Hades thought, Almost always so loud. Of course they could be wrong since some kids went against the stereotypes of being the kid of some god. Example; them. They weren't as moody as everyone would think a child of Hades would be. Sure they'd have bad days but eh, not much. They pushed their shoulders back briefly.

She grins, holding out the kitten a bit. "Sure!" She says happily. She can't help it. Terrifying skelemonster or no, this kid is a precious little muffin, and she loves him already.

Myaro wobbles to her paws, looking up at Zero curiously.

Pierce chuckled quietly as Andrew sat next to him. He was interesting to say the least but a good guy and that was all that really mattered to him. He admittedly held a small bit of bias towards people who had been at the camp for awhile, but where was the harm in that? They were less likely to do something they would regret. And he learned about them past the point of his intuition. It was a nice tool but Pierce hated relying on tools. Andrew wasn't extremely complicated from what he had seen so far. He got bored easy, loved attention, he really belonged in this camp to say the least. "Mine has been pretty nice as well." He said shaking his head at Andrew's quick and insistent way of speaking. He then started to eat his food at a faster pace, never one to appreciate taste and flavor more just eating because he needed to.

Pierce caught the faint glance of Xena as she scanned the tables. To say he was observant after all that has happened and the friends he has lost would be a major understatement. Honestly she was one of the few that had been at camp for just about as long as he himself. He has never had many interactions with her. Although as most people in the camp she is seemingly a good person. He knew of her past and unfortunately could not confirm that she got justice for what had happened. But regardless he hoped the best for his fellow camper. Knowing she was undeserving of the fate that befell her.

Pierce shrugged as Aria approached them. She was an Aphrodite child of course although he was proud to say that it was easy for him to look past beauty. He had even been training to resist charmspeak with a few of the Aphrodite kids, it was certainly no easy feat and wasn't going quite as well as he wanted but he really tried to cover every field he possibly could. Yet again though this girl was good at heart, he could see she did her absolute best to stay kind and true which was certainly something he could appreciate especially in a child of Aphrodite. "I'm probably just going to relax today honestly. Although it is very nice to be back and I am ecstatic for what is to come." He said actually showing off his feeling in whole. Camp did that to you at times.

River's haphazardly tossed sentiment over her shoulder elicited and actual smile from Xander. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he trailed her through the woods, more careful this time about where he put his feet. After all, he had the feeling that tripping in front of her might be something he never lived down. Admittedly, he was quite curious about her. A typical response; wanting to know where someone was from, what they liked and disliked. And for once, Xander held no ulterior motive behind the desire, no malice or trickery. He was, to state in plainly, simply curious.
Of course, as they stomped through the woods, trying to save their own lives, he doubted she'd appreciate small talk right now. And to be honest, he was never one for it either. "How long've you been out here?" he inquired as he carefully cleared a creeper infested log.

"Oh, wait, I--" Cordelia's potential objection fell flat as she had the tiny animal thrust into her arms. Her face was full of surprise and uncertainty as the held the cub out at arms length. She stared at it for a few seconds, then gingerly pulled her arms in and cradled into close to her body. "Yeah, I've never done this before," she admitted with a little laugh, stating the glaringly obvious.

She grins, feeling the soft vibration in her hands as Myaro starts purring, nuzzling against Zero. "I'm Kiara." She murmurs, her accent causing the R in her name to roll a little bit. "What brings you all the way out here?" She already knows, she's just trying to make conversation. Humans don't tend to travel with freaky skeleton people.

Angel was, once again, surprised by Nathan's quick movements, but certainly wasn't bothered. They were hoping to talk with someone and since she was about to go train, she would probably need a training partner and who better for a training partner than a child of Ares. Letting out a small, light-hearted laugh, they assured him he wasn't bothering them. "Don't worry you're not botherin' me, and good morning to you too." They stretched their arms behind them before asking him a question. "By the way, you have any plans for the day? I was gonna go train with sword-fighting for a bit."
They ran their hand through their short hair, and then flattened any locks of dark hair that decided to stick up. Their nervous energy left them either messing with the golden strings on their cloak or messing with the puzzle in their pocket. They decided to pull out their little puzzle. It was roughly the size of a rubix cube, and the same shape too. Each side was a different sliding puzzle, and each sliding puzzle had multiple end results somehow. The side of the puzzle cube they were fiddling with was covered in small dashes, which would make a variety of symbols.

Pierce sighed as he nodded quietly in agreement. He was all about optimization. He loved being out in the real world taking quests and fighting monsters, but when he wasn't he did everything in his power to become better. A day of relaxation every once in awhile was more of a mental thing then anything. Training definitely got tedious and boring in between quests. And those days are what enabled him to continue training at times.
Pierce was tempted to ask for some help in charmspeak but honesty was unsure of if she held the ability. She was always a busy body of sorts and he couldn't remember a single good, long conversation with her. And when she moved her focus back to Andrew he gave up on the idea entirely. Although a small bit of curiousity had risen in him.
At this point all that remained of his breakfast were small scraps and bits of maple syrup. So he decided to move on. "Yeah maybe you should." He said seriously but at the same time knowing there was little chance. "I'll see you guys later." He said leaving them to chat. He had no specific place in mind. Simply starting to wander looking for something that popped out to him.
The camp had certainly changed a lot over the past few years. The new campers always seemed to be eccentric and exiting. Casualties seemed to generally be going down. People were smarter and more well trained. They were generally small differences but made a completely different camp when put together.