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The Oracle
((I can *be* Chiron if you want. :) ))
Rachel was depicting historical events. It was Annabeth and Luke, as Thalia was absorbed into a pine sprout, stretching and growing, emanating power. monsters lined the horizon... It would be amazing when finished. "Have fun. Stay safe," she said, absentmindedly.
Rachel was depicting historical events. It was Annabeth and Luke, as Thalia was absorbed into a pine sprout, stretching and growing, emanating power. monsters lined the horizon... It would be amazing when finished. "Have fun. Stay safe," she said, absentmindedly.
"Hello," Rachel said, slapping chalk off her hands. "Pardon me, but I couldn't help hearing your conversation. Sounds like someone is desperate for a girlfriend to revolve their life around, and someone else is going solid after a first impression. If that's all," she said sassily, picking up some dirty dishes. Honestly, people came in here asking for prophecies, even if she didn't have anything for them. It took all she had to hold back the wrath of the oracle from bursting forth and driving all to insanity.
"Well, what kind of sickness? If you just need to go get advil, I can google you a map to the nearest store," she pointed out. Not everything was quest-worthy, and she was skeptical of these two. They'd been talking about lovey and kissy stuff instead of their ill friend. It showed some priorities out of whack.

"Rachel, I'm sorry to bug you again, but we need a prophesy! Athena herself just spoke to me and Chloe. There's a reason there are so many monsters around Camp! The Doors of Death have left their power embedded in the Crystal Caves of the Grand Canyon. Monsters had to spawn somewhere while the Door were in overtime mode -- they couldn't all enter from the Doors of Death room that the Seven found --, and a wave of them spawned in the Crystal Caves, imbuing the crystals with a dark power. Now, even after the Doors have been closed, each individual crystal acts as a spawning point, generating hundreds of monsters every hour from Tartarus. Not only are monsters flooding out of the caves into the rest of the world, but Eris, the goddess of strife and discord, is adding her power to speed up the process. Eris' power is making the crystals suck the life energy from anyone who touches it, and the Caves have turned into a living nightmare. The crystals reach into the mind of anyone who enters the Cave and searches for their darkest, deepest fear and makes it a reality. If one is afraid of being alone, they can't find their companions and wander in the dark; if one is afraid from spiders, a horde of spiders will attack them."
He drew in a breath after finishing his rehearsed speech. He had been trying to find the perfect words for about 20 minutes now. "So, Miss Oracle, is there a prophesy that could help us? We'll need to make sure Chiron approves a Quest, but I'm sure a prophesy would help us." He sat down on the floor, succumbing to his exhaustion.
"Well, darn," Rachel said, turning from Matt and Chloe. They hadn't even said why they'd needed the oracle, so even hearing that the fate of the world was in her hands relaxed her. This sort of prophesying she was familiar with, instead of shooting in the dark to give a pair of teens a thrill-seeker. Honestly, because she wasn't a mummy, loads of people swarmed in begging for quests. Most of the time, she didn't bother taking them seriously... even if sometimes she should. "I'm not miss Oracle," she corrected petulantly, before something else took over.
Green poured forth from Rachel. Eerie light, as if she was possessed by a ghastly spirit. Her hair swirled around her as her eyes shot open wide, glowing so brightly that her pupils weren't visible at all.
"Caverns of crystal, fashioned of bone,
Horrible halls, withering stone,
Fears that attack the vulnerable heart,
Find that in death, perhaps is your start.
All things wither, all things die,
Crystals burn under a nightmare sky,
Fears will shriek, monsters fade,
Yet fate demands an equal trade."
Green poured forth from Rachel. Eerie light, as if she was possessed by a ghastly spirit. Her hair swirled around her as her eyes shot open wide, glowing so brightly that her pupils weren't visible at all.
"Caverns of crystal, fashioned of bone,
Horrible halls, withering stone,
Fears that attack the vulnerable heart,
Find that in death, perhaps is your start.
All things wither, all things die,
Crystals burn under a nightmare sky,
Fears will shriek, monsters fade,
Yet fate demands an equal trade."

He leaped up and helped her onto a stool when she began to sway exhaustively. "Are you OK?" Her eyes were no longer glowing, but her face still looked like it held all the knowledge and fate of the world.
Rachel was not swaying, and saying that she was equated to a minor form of powerplay. Not to criticize any puppetmasters playing about with the lives of these poor souls, but recognizing such things early on usually helped for growing in skill. Rachel raised an eyebrow at Fletcher. "No," she said, sarcastically, "I think I'm going to die within the next few seconds. Would you kindly stop dragging me to a chair, or are you actually trying to kidnap me?"
((Ev, Amanda, I'm going to need more. What you've said is you want a quest... You have a sick friend... But the friend doesn't need healing? I need details to generate an appropriate prophecy. What do they hope to get out of it?))

"Sorry. I've just heard that you used to pass out after issuing a prophesy. I guess it would makes sense that you would get stronger as time goes on."
Sensing that he should probably leave before doing anything else stupid, he edged towards the curtain. "Umm, thank you, Rachel. I'll go now and try to save the world."
He stepped out into the sunlight.
Rachel raised an eyebrow. Was he scared of the oracle? Or was she actually that intimidating? Maybe she did need to tone it down for the first group that had been here. She cleared her throat, then said, "So, what was it you wanted from me?"
"You know," she said casually, "Quests are usually given because there's some need. Because there's a greater good. Because you want to help someone. Now, I have a crazy -THING- in my head that's getting frustrated and that wants to suck your minds into the void of oblivion. So, if you could be a tiny bit more specific, maybe I could get cracking."
Storms, she did sound scary!
Storms, she did sound scary!
"Who bloody cares?" she said, shrugging. "What makes your request for a quest valid? That someone has a big bad daddy? Are you here for adventure, or for actually fulfilling a need? Because I could make something up." She got a nasty gleam in her eyes.
((Look, I just need details? What sort of quest? What's the plot? I can't make poetry without knowing what you're after in the RP.))
((To save the world? Umm... Okay, so here's a little of what I need. I need a framework for what you want to happen in the quest, and a definition of these three crystals and what they do. Right now, I'm trying to frame up a poem for you guys, but it's significantly hard to write a quest with not much info.))
((Stanza one: Brief intro to the theme, define crystals,
Stanza two: First crystal's locations, throw in some foreshadowing
Stanza two: Second Crystal. Maybe a little action.
Stanza three: Third. A trap or trick or something.
Stanza four: Conclusion, usually left ambiguous.))
((Stanza one: Brief intro to the theme, define crystals,
Stanza two: First crystal's locations, throw in some foreshadowing
Stanza two: Second Crystal. Maybe a little action.
Stanza three: Third. A trap or trick or something.
Stanza four: Conclusion, usually left ambiguous.))
(the trident of poseidon and the toolbelt of hephaestus are missing drew leon and Lydia are going please give a prophecy that doesn't include them dying)
((That's a big problem going on. I'll let it go.))
Rachel sat sprawled on the floor of her cave, watching Netflix and chomping on some Cheetos. The orange dust had already smattered her face with more fire-orange freckles. She sat up, brushing herself off, and wiped her face, almost shyly, as if shocked at the sudden visitor. She'd have to slap Hermes for giving her curtain-doors, and not wooden ones that required knocking. "Hello," she called back. "What's up?"
Rachel sat sprawled on the floor of her cave, watching Netflix and chomping on some Cheetos. The orange dust had already smattered her face with more fire-orange freckles. She sat up, brushing herself off, and wiped her face, almost shyly, as if shocked at the sudden visitor. She'd have to slap Hermes for giving her curtain-doors, and not wooden ones that required knocking. "Hello," she called back. "What's up?"
"sorry to bug you but we need a prophecy if you dont mind" drew said cautiously
She cleared her throat. "Right." It wasn't like she could turn it on and off at a whim, she thought sourly. "Just give it a-" The glow took over, illuminating the cave with ghostly light. The temperature dropped at least ten degrees, and mist formed from thin air, spiraling in clouds of ethereal color.
Rachel's mouth did not move, but a voice came from her gaping mouth.
"Water's spear and endless cloth,
Taken from the godly crop,
Stolen by the fist of fire,
Face the wrath of deadly ire,
Risk the eyes that give you sight,
Gamble with the hiss of light,
Lose or win, the answer's clear:
This path gives way to mortal fear."
Rachel's mouth did not move, but a voice came from her gaping mouth.
"Water's spear and endless cloth,
Taken from the godly crop,
Stolen by the fist of fire,
Face the wrath of deadly ire,
Risk the eyes that give you sight,
Gamble with the hiss of light,
Lose or win, the answer's clear:
This path gives way to mortal fear."
(you have a knack for this don't you?)
drew looked at her then realized his fist was on fire and extinguished the flame "well...... that was interesting"
She cleared her throat, the light extinguished, a sunny light coming from her lamp. She coughed a little. "So. Happy with it?" she asked, filling her mouth with a chip, as if to clear out the taste of dust from her mouth.
"uh sure?" drew said "so who or what stole the items"
She shrugged. "I don't remember prophecies. That's your job. I just give them. I do have a tape recorder in the corner that goes off when I go green."
"can we listen to it maybe chiron will know" he said
"thanks ill bring it to chiron" drew said
"more like a forbodingly sinister trip but thanks anyway" he said walking out
(yeah drew Lydia and less u wanna do evs character Chloe)
"Thanks, Rachel!" Fletcher told himself to not get too excited. He shouldn't sound like a child who was finally allowed to play outside.
He shuddered when he noticed the picture she was drawing. Why she would have pictures depicting terror on her floor was beyond him. Oracles were weirder than he thought. At least Rachel was a nice weird Oracle.
((Ilsa, should I make a quest group and a quest discussion, or should I rp with someone in an "outside the camp" discussion? Also, is there a place I'm supposed to talk to Chiron, or is that just be imagined?))