Posts by Silkmoon

OOC: I do love Leo, but that's why I'm reluctant to include him, because I feel like we wouldn't do him justice. :P But if you want to, you can.

I LIKE YOUR IDEA. You should ask Leona's roleplayer though. :)

OOC: I'm good with the OC couple plummeting into the pits of Tartarus. And if you want to keep Leo, I'm fine with that too; whatever you wanna do. :)

Austen exited the meeting room quickly and made his way around to the back of the Big House, away from curious eyes. He reached into the pocket of his hoodie and withdrew Sky's phone, staring at it for a good minute in contemplation.

Slowly, he started to dial and put the phone up to his ear, silently praying to Tyche, Hera, and any god who might care to listen that the receiver on the other end would pick up.

OOC: You can pick one of the Roman characters from the series if you like, or you can make up an OC Roman. Whatever you want to do, it's fine with me. :) I'm cool with time-skipping to dinner.

OOC: Sorry for the delay! I will make you a pie to make up for it.

IC: "Well, I think they're very good." Bruce said matter-of-factly. He stared for a moment longer at the drawing, but then stood up rather abruptly, offering her sketchbook back to her.

"Sorry, I have to go." He said rather sheepishly, picking up his laptop and hastily checking his watch as he did. He smiled a little ruefully. "It was nice to meet you."

Austen walked in late, after everyone was almost done. He moodily headed over to the Tyche table, his hands thrust deep in the pockets of his hoodie, and sat down silently. His gaze swept the pavillion and stopped on the faces of Sky and Leona, seated at the Hermes table.

He raised an eyebrow, confused. Shouldn't they have been claimed by now...?

Austen jumped up from the Tyche table and strode quickly towards "Will" until they were walking side-by-side.

"Hi." He started awkwardly. "Nice... clouds... Today."

"Well... yeah. I didn't actually come over here to talk to you about the weather." Austen admitted, and threw a glance back at the two girls sitting at the Hermes table still. "Did I miss them getting claimed? 'Cause I wouldn't have pegged them both for Hermes kids."

Austen stared at the rumpled and grinning Leona, blinking in confusion. "Um, Leona... you're... well, you're not wet."

OOC: Quick question before I try to bring her in--- did we decide we're keeping Annabeth and Percy, or no?

Austen shuffled his feet uncomfortably. Truthfully, he wasn't a fan of the idea of going to see Chiron just now. "Yeah, I guess you probably should." He said hesitantly, inching in the direction of the campfire, "I'm going to head down to the campfire, so I guess I'll see you later."

OOC: Well...

I CALL ANNABETH MWAHAHAHA.

"Er... yeah. Bye." Austen said and strode off down the hill towards the campfire, hands deep in his pockets. He knew he would have to talk to Chiron about his little excursion without permission into the city sooner or later, but for the moment he much preferred the confrontation to be later.

OOC: Whoah, guys, sorry for not posting! I got distracted by shiny things and also actual, slightly-more important-but-not-as-shiny things. Also, HAPPY THANKSGIVING! :)

IC: Austen quickly glanced over at Sky but looked away just as quickly. His hand tightened around her phone, still in his pocket.

Annabeth slipped in just as some Apollo kids began a round of "The Other Day I Met a Minotaur", and lingered in the outskirts of the fire's glow, scanning the faces of the campers. Her gaze stopped on the figure of Leona, sitting between the Stoll brothers, and quietly she approached and laid a hand on Leona's arm.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" She asked quietly, but the expression in her fierce gray eyes made it clear it was not a request.

Austen looked up sharply at Sky's question. "Oh. Er, yeah, here." He withdrew her phone from his pocket, but hesitated, staring at it for a moment before offering it to her reluctantly. He'd forgotten to erase the call history-- but what were the odds she'd be looking at that anyway? Surely she wouldn't notice.

Austen cleared his throat. "The camp's protected so you can't bring any monsters in when you use it. But the signal's going to be pretty bad-- probably."
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You could almost physically see Annabeth latch onto the word Percy the moment it came out of Leona's mouth. "You do know Percy, then," Annabeth concluded. "But you can't be related. You said your last name was Jackson, but Percy never said--" She broke off, swallowing hard, but in only a moment quickly recomposed herself.

Austen looked at her hard for a moment, contemplating. "Well, it's pretty hard to guess, but I would say Athena. Except, you don't have the... the "Grr" that most Athena kids have, so... maybe not."
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Annabeth stiffened for a moment at Leona's touch, but soon relaxed again.

"Look, I'm sorry for interrogating you," she said with a sigh, and looked away. "It's just... after Percy disappeared, and I didn't know how or why and then the prophecy--" She broke off, wiping at her eyes frustratedly. "Anyway... it's not your fault, just because your last name is Jackson."

She paused, frowning at Leona's cryptic request. " 'Flip out'? But you're a Daughter of Poseidon, aren't you? You have to be."

"You definitely have a 'grr'." Austen assured him, and added in a mock-undertone to Sky, "But you'd better hope you're not an Athena kid, or else you'll be stuck with him for a brother." He teased, gesturing to Will with a jerk of his chin.

Count me in! ^_^ Is this the same rules as the last one? 500 words, not necessarily in order, have your own thread, etc.?

Full Name: Endimion McQuacey Rasher

Name Meaning: ?

Nickname(s): End

Gender: Male

Sexuality: It's a mystery

Brief Personality: Sarcastic; tends to say what's on his mind without thinking through it all the way, and as a result can be (mostly unintentionally) insulting; weird sense of humor; oddly charming in his own way

House: Slytherin

Year: 5th

Wand: Dogwood, 10.5 in., dragon heartstring core

Familiar: None

Patronus: Fox

Boggart: unknown

Brief History: Lives in a small magical community in Ireland with his brothers (three graduated from Hogwarts already and moved out) and his mother. His father went out for a wee drink when End was three and apparently it was really good drink because he never came back.

Crush: open

Favorite Spell: Langlock

Worst Spell: terrible at most transfiguration spells

Favorite Class: Charms

Worst Class: History of Magic

So what's going to go horribly wrong at Hogwarts? XD

Endimion Rasher yanked his trunk past full compartment after full compartment, out of breath and massaging a stitch in his side. His mum had spent an entire fifteen minutes fussing over him on the platform, and even as he was sprinting for the train while the all-aboard whistle sounded, she'd still been shouting reprimands and advice at his retreating back ("Don't forget to eat a vegetable every once in a while. And mind your brother and don't bother him in his last year, he's got to study and it'll be your fault if he don't get his N.E.W.T.s. And I'll know if you land yourself in detention!").

End tried to shake off the memory of the strangely soft look on her face as he'd disappeared inside the train. If you asked him, she was getting a bit odd now that most of her sons had graduated from Hogwarts and moved out. Granted, it felt a little strange not having to duck out of Measure and Terra's way now that they had places of their own, but End hadn't really considered yet how that might be affecting his mother. The thought made him feel uncomfortable and oddly guilty, so he pushed it to the back of his mind and distracted himself by trying to find an open compartment.

He was nearing the back of the train now, and getting increasingly more panicked at the prospect of having to sit in the aisle. He craned his neck, peering into a compartment, and was horrified to see his brother Fortune inside, chatting to his friends. Quickly, End ducked out of sight and into the nearest compartment, checking that he hadn't been seen. With a sigh of relief, he turned and promptly let out a yell and jumped back at the sight of a girl and what appeared to be a snake wrapped around her arm (*cough*Sidheil*cough*).

He shook himself, rather like a wet dog trying to get dry. "Don't do that!" He said reproachfully, as if she had jumped out at him.