Percy Jackson RP group discussion
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Archery Range
“Emory, danke. Für alles. Du hast so viel für mich getan und ich habe dich gestern getroffen.” Jackson said, grabbing the hand she was using to cup his cheek and held it in his hand.
(Emory, thank you. For everything. You've done so much for me and i met you yesterday.)
Emory laughed, feeling her cheeks warm up. "Ja ich weiß."(Yeah, I know.)
“Dang it Emory I’m trying to be serious here.” Jackson said with an eye roll.
Emory continued to laugh. "I know, I know!!"
“Augh seriously!” Jackson said, facepalming. “Im trying to say something here and you’re freaking distracting me!”
Emory kept laughing, removing her hand from Jackson's cheek and covering her mouth with it."I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"
Jackson held onto her other hand still. “I-“ He smiled. “I totally forgot what I was going to say.” He said, his accent lacing his words. He laughed.
Emory laughed again. "Whoops."
Jackson laughed. “When are we ever going to have a serious conversation?”
Emory stopped laughing, smiling at Jackson. "I have no clue."
“Where do you want to go now?” Jackson asked, smiling at her. “Your choice. You can drag me anywhere you want.”
Emory crossed her arms once more, looking down at the ground. "Eh, I was probably just going to go back to the Hermes Cabin and make sure no one trampled my plants or shaved Frieda's fur off or something," they chuckled, a slight blush noticeable on their taupe skin.
Jackson’s skin, which was also pale and was noticeably tinted red at his cheeks. “I think Frieda’s going to try to kill me if and when I see her again.” He said.
"Well, you did scare the daylights out of her." Emory laughed. They noticed Jackson's reddened cheeks (let's be honest, it's not that hard) but said nothing.
Damon wrote: "(*found popcorn and is now munching happily)"((Teehee :3c))
“I apologized! She needed to be put in her place.” Jackson said with a smile and laugh.
Emory laughed. "Yeah, you're right about that. She gets out of hand sometimes."
“Can you try and convince her to like me a tiny bit more?” Jackson asked. “I don’t want her to murder me in the middle of the night.”
Jackson smiled while he said this. (Cut myself off again -_-)
Emory laughed, covering her mouth again."You don't have to worry about that. Frieda's full of empty threats. And besides, she'll warm up to you eventually." She smiled, winking at Jackson.
“Eventually as in three years?” Jackson asked, smiling. His cheeks were a bit redder, from blushing and laughing.
Emory laughed even more."Du bist ziemlich genau richtig. Sie mag neue Leute nicht wirklich." She chuckled. "Vor allem, wenn sie versuchen, sie zu demütigen," she joked.
(You're pretty spot on. She doesn't really like new people.)
(Especially if they try to humble her.)
“Well, in one year I won’t be a new person so she’ll have no excuse on that point.” Jackson said. “Are you going to drag me somewhere or not?” He asked with a grin.
"Do you want to be dragged somewhere, or would you rather walk?" Emory smirked, leaning in close.
“The first option sounds pretty good.” Jackson said, looking into her eyes, his cheeks becoming a shade redder.
((New ship dynamic unlocked -> Idiot (Jackson) x Idiot-In-Training (Emory)/lh))
Emory chuckled, returning to her original position. "Really, now?"
“Your choice.” Jackson said with a smile. “I really don’t mind which one.”
"Great." And with that, Emory grabbed Jackon's wrist, running off to the Hermes Cabin with a grin on her face.((switch to Hermes?))
((alright! ^^))
Rowan watched as his arrow hit the circle nearest to the bullseye on his target with a sigh. He was only at the range out of sheer desperation because of how bored he was, though archery wasn’t doing much for his boredom. “At least no one’s tried to start a conversation,” Rowan thought to himself. “Not like anyone ever does, or ever would. He notched another arrow and shoot it.
As they continued to shoot, Rowan saw a boy watching them out of their peripheral. This boy was one they thought they hadn’t seen before, and definitely never met.
( i accidentally deleted it from character creation, but the full character thingy is in my character archive. Rowan is a son of tartarus, grandson of loki )
Rowan stopped firing arrows, watching the boy out of his peripheral. Something about the boy made him unable to stop looking. He was the type of person who you wouldn’t forget if you met, just because of his distinct orange hair.
Rowan watched the arrow veer to the right and felt their mouth almost curve up into a small smile. As soon as they noticed they mentally slapped themself.
Rowan facepalmed. He hadn’t even been that bad when he first came to Camp Half-blood. He shot a shot of his own, landing it on the bullseye.
for pheo))"Show off," he grumbled to himself
As Rowan shot another arrow, it landed in the outer circle of the target.
Phoenix slightly snickered, firing off another arrow that hit the target on the second to last ring
Rowan sighed as they reached for an arrow and found they had none. Walking over to the target, they began to remove the arrows from it.
Phoenix watched, getting a better look at Rowan now
After he had finished with the arrows, Rowan grabbed a small black hairband from his wrist, the one he used for whenever he was doing activities like Capture the Flag, and tied his armpit length shaggy hair in a small ponytail.
Rowan saw the boy’s reaction and scowled, walking back to a shooting distance from the target.
(Then I'll help you. I promise.)