Calling all Demigods! discussion

Rhys strolled down to the range, giving a small nod of acknowledgment to Hayley before picking up a bow and a quiver. He stood across from a target, pulling an arrow away from his quiver.

After making sure the points were at their absolute deadliest, Hayley stood up and stood beside the kid from the Hecate cabin. What was his name again: Rog--No...Remy? Nooo...

"Rhys!" The greeting was hastily exclaimed in a loud, proud voice.

His eyebrows shot up at her rather enthusiastic greeting. Rhys glanced down at her, recalling the daughter of Apollo with a faint amusement glinting in his blue eyes.

"Hello, Hayley."

Realizing he mistook her outburst as a hello, Hayley calmed down and covered the mishap up with a bright smile. "Hi, Rhys."

And then that wandering part of her mind that always seemed to be finding something utterly irrelevant to anything came up with this: "Your name sounds like Rhyscayke, heheh."

"Pardon?"

The comment had seemed to come from nowhere, and it took him by slight shock. He straightened, giving her a slightly puzzled look.

"Oh, I'm sorry. See, if you say your name--Rhys--it sounds like 'rice'. And then if you add 'cayke' it sounds like 'Rhyscayke'. Geddit?"

The pure amusement on her face against his puzzled and shocked look was an odd contrast, and his shock only gave to more amusement.

"Yeah... I do, sadly," Rhys replied slowly, brows now furrowed. What caused her to come up with such a ridiculous name was beyond him.

"It's not sad, it's kind of funny," Hayley mused with another giggle, pulling an arrow from her quiver and glancing at him again. How could he not be laughing?

Rhys shrugged. “To you, obviously. To me? Not so much,” he replied, returning his focus to the target in front of him.

"Well, why not?" Hayley asked curiously. She wasn't very considerate and aware of others, and the fact she was probably going to give Rhys a bad aim from her constant chatter.

Rhys shrugged once more. "I don't really care for nicknames," he said, drawing back an arrow.

"It's not like I'll call you that," Hayley said, echoing his shrug. But that very moment she decided from now on, he would be known as Rhyscayke.

"Right."

Rhys took aim, peering at the target. He released the arrow, lowering his bow as it struck the ring two away from the bulls-eye. It wasn't as if she would influence the entire camp to call him that.

... Right?

"So, what's up?" Hayley asked casually in attempt to get over the awkward moment. Her arrow flew after his, hitting just above the center.

"You might want to move your bow up a little higher," she advised. It was a common habit to have the aim just a little too low, she had seen this in many cases.

((GR didn't save my comment e3e))

Rhys nodded, notching another arrow against his bow. He pulled back, taking careful aim, and he released the arrow. It flew through the air, landing on the line between the bulls-eye and the next ring.

"Thanks."

((Ah, the douche. :/))

"No problem. I've been doing archery forever. Once you do it well you can spot the basic bad habits, like keeping it too low."

Hayley reached for two arrows, notching both in her bow and pulled back. Thump! Thump! The two landed about a centimeter apart, just barely hitting the bull's-eye.

"I can see that."

Impressed, Rhys watched the younger girl for a moment before glancing over at the arrows sticking out of the targets.

When being watched Hayley often felt the impression of being judged, and when being judged she had the urge to preform in an outstanding manner.

Gripping the bow tighter, she notched three arrows this time and aimed...Plink! Only one had swerved off course and caused the domino affect on the others: They all went tumbling down to the ground.

Rhys raised his eyebrows, turning away sharply. "Very nice," he commented. Apart from the last mess up. He, of course, would never daresay that out loud. No, that would be rude.

With a twang, an arrow was released from Andrew bow and hit the center of the target. Not bad for a son of the god of archery.

Keelyn's eyes widened at the arrow that hit the center, she couldn't do that with years' worth of practice. She ambled over, picking up her fallen arrows as she went along. She stopped at his side, impressed by the accuracy of his shot. "Nice one," she complimented.

"Thank you" he said.


((Wasn´t it Keelyn?))

((>.> I'm forgetful...~edit~))

"You´re Keelyn, right?" he said.

Keelyn nodded, pulling an arrow from her quiver and fiddling around with it. She was never much good with the whole arrow-hitting-target thing, but the range was a pretty place with a nice, cool breeze.

"Of the Nemesis cabin." Looking up to take a glance at the boy, she narrowed her eyes. He was a little familiar, though she could tell his cabin from his aim. "And you are one of the Apollo kids, I'm guessing."

"You´re right...did you base that off my accuracy?" he asked a little swanky, but said, "Just kidding. I´m Andrew."

"I did base that off your bow skills, only that cabin can do it so well and not look like they've won a million bucks."

Keelyn extended a hand for him to shake with a lopsided smile, "Nice to meet you, Andrew."

"Why, that was kind of flattering, but no matter" he said. "But you can do the same: this target is real close."

"Oh no, I could never hit the middle of a target; I'm a hazard to everyone around me." She said this in a spirited way, like she accepted her lack of skill in archery.

((Ooh. Erm paradox? Btw, Nemesis is said to be good in archery. I don't remember where I read that.))

Zac pranced into the archery range, bubbling with enthusiasm and pure joy. He was going to work on improving his long-range shooting, but this wasn't boring to him. On the contrary; Zac loved archery. It was his best area in terms of weaponry.

A slight breeze went by, perhaps by an Anemoi camper. This made his ginger colored hair fall into his face, a battle he had fought long. He blew on it, to try to get it out of his eyes, but to no avail. His hair was hopeless. He decided to ignore it, and to just get on with his practice.

Zing! The arrow hit one ring outside of the bulls-eye, but it didn't upset Zac. He was a happy-go-lucky child.

"That's really modest. I'm not good at that at all" he joked.

((Yeah, we'll do a paradox...e-e I'll work with it.))

"Being modest? Oh, yeah, that takes tons of work. I've spent years perfecting." The persuasive tone of her voice and all seriousness that she said this in made it hard to believe Keelyn was really just joking.

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Looking up from her spot on the soft grass, Keelyn cocked her head at a familiar redhead. The amount of delight and pleasure it brought her to have a ginger half-sibling was almost a little too ridiculous, but she'd always wondered how it would be like. As if hair colour gave someone a different personality.

"Nice hit, Zac, you're getting better," she praised, lifting a bubble wand to her mouth and blowing. The bubbles floated away, except for one that popped on the tip of her nose. She looked at the spot with crossed eyes before directing her attention back to the child with a grin.

"Pretty good" Andrew approved.

"Thanks," Zac chirped proudly. He thought that it was a pretty good hit because Keely said so. Pride started to fill him up, like a balloon filled with helium, but it stopped almost immediately.

Zac spotted the bubbles and stared at them for a good ten seconds, his eyes gleaming with wonder. Bubbles. He loved to pop them and play with them. He grinned at Keely's funny face, before walking over to where his teddy bear, Hero, laid on the ground, picking him up, and strolling over to his sister.

"Keely! Whatcha doin'?" asked Zac, with his normal inquisitiveness((is that a word?)).

[*inquisitiveness and yes, it is ;) ]

"Hey there, Zac--and Hero--" Keelyn added as if she were normally greeting another camper that understood what she was staying instead of, you know, a stuffed bear. "I've had this little bottle of bubbles collecting dust in the cabin, and it was a great day, so I came out here to see if I could shoot any with an arrow."

The cheeriness in her announcement almost made up for the amount of scattered arrows around her; the failed attempts at trying to pop the bubbles. "And you?"

"Well, Hero and I both wanted to get some archery practice, 'cause Chiron said that if I work really, really hard, then I might be able to get a new bow. So, we are both trying to practice so that we might get a new bow. Isn't that right, Hero?" The high pitched sound of his little voice was layered with concern and enthusiasm, and then a matter-of-fact tone as he talked to his teddy bear in his last sentence.

He held his much loved teddy closer to his chest, and mimicked using a bow.

[Lol. I think of Calvin and Hobbes when I rp Zac with Hero.]

((o-o I dunno what that is...x3))
Keelyn had to resist the squeal that was caught in her throat, but couldn't stop the impossibly wide grin. Her little half-brother and his furry companion was the equivalent of a fluffy hamster.

"That's awesome, Zac. I'm pretty sure you're going to get that new bow soon, you have great archery skills." For a little kid, at least. Keelyn had noticed him eying the bubbles earlier, and held the wand and bottle of bubble-soap out to him. "Wanna try?"

[o.O Deprived child... I'll find you a strip from Calvin and Hobbes]

"Thanks. Sure!" Little brown eyes lit up, from the prospect of playing with a bubble wand and blowing out huge bubbles.

He cautiously held it, and positioned it so that he and Hero both held it. With a dramatic huff, Zac filled his cheeks with air until they resembled chipmunk cheeks, and blew out.

Iridescent colors filled the bubles that floated out. He ooh-ed and ahh-ed as he continued the process.

[YOU DON'T KNOW CALVIN AND HOBBES?!?!?!??!?!?!?!]

[http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobb...

As you can see, Hobbes, the tiger, is a stuffed animal, but in Calvin's imagination, he is real, and they always do things together.

Some of my favorites: http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobb...

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((Oh, Van. ))

Geirgiana strode over to the rack of bows and quivers. As always, her bow and quiver caught her eye, shimmering silver and gold. The case was an odd shade, as if it's gold and silver colorations had waged war against each other. A marred golden sun adorned he bottom of the bow, and a well-polished silver moon gleamed from the top.

Georgiana scanned the rack, too. "Do you have a bow?" she queried, turning to her fellow Huntress.

"Do you want me to help you find one? There's a big selection here, and a couple reserved just for Hunters." Georgiana gestured to the wide range of shapes and sizes.

((Sorry, we're being forced outside. Be back soon.))

((Baaaack. ))

Georgiana led Elexis behind the rack of bows and quivers to a small nook in the back. Inside were glowing silver arrows, bows, and quivers in all sizes, from simple to elegant to extravagant.

"They are the bows and quivers of Hunters who have fallen in battle before us, preserved by the Lady for those to come. You, as a Hunter, have rights to any of these. Do any suit your fancy?"

Georgiana blinked in surprise. "That was one of the great Huntress's bows. It has been passed through generations. It is said that it may have even originated with the heroine Atalanta. It seems to suit you well."

Georgiana shook he head, pressing he bow's quiver into Elexis's hands. "If it makes you feel any better, no one can be sure just who owned it before. But each bow here tells a tale, and each is equally special. You definitely deserve any Huntress's bow."