#pjo starter

Ghosting

(c'mon, you didn't think I'd stay gone, did you?)

Argo's room had stayed empty for weeks after his death. Only a few people knew where his grave was; so some people took it upon themselves to put offerings in his room instead of on his grave.

It's been a few weeks- to a month or two. The wound still hurts.. but life progresses.

The strangest thing about that is.. any offerings that Argo would've VERY MUCH enjoyed.. disappeared. Any daggers? Gone. Sour candy? Gone aswell.

You think that it's just a coincidence. Maybe- maybe people are actually just bad at this whole offering thing! If Argo was still alive he wouldn't have accepted the gifts anyways.

Because of Argo's room becoming a public tribute, even some kids from camp have managed to slip in- maybe to pay respects, maybe to swear out the bastard one more time, maybe just to pretend they knew him better than they really did.

You thought the noise coming from Argo's room was another camper- or one of his adopted siblings- in there again.

But then there was a crash.

Then another crash.

And something deep- something dark inside you lights. Your immeadiate thought is Eris. Only Theo actually saw the dead body- maybe she didn't die.

You brace yourself for a fight before you open the door and see.. Argo.

Emotions flood you in a giant wave- looking at your dead friend- or enemy- or.. whatever Argo was to you. For a moment, you think it was all a bad dream.

But Argo.. doesn't notice you. He's enamored with this stuffed rabbit.. playing with it like a little kid. He's holding a piece of a wooden block in their other hand, unwilling to let it go.

Argo hums a small tune under their breath. Their hair has gotten longer- and the blonde has grown to be majority of his hair. His eyes are a watercolor of brown and blue now- and he just looks.. transparent?

Argo moves over to some more of the offerings. There are a million different bouquets- but he picks up one that Commodus left for him- tucking a flower into his feather crown.

They put everything down- except they put the wood block in their pocket.

They look at the many daggers that were left to them. Picking some up and inspecting them.

Argo still seems completely oblivious to your presence..

What do you do?

ANYONE CAN INTERACT !

(Seriously, anyone.)

im fine.

Brutus is bad at taking care of himself.. but he's usually better at hiding his distress.

In the last few days he'd been in and out of the infirmary over 10 times. He'd passed out during training 5 times in 3 days... but nobody can keep him on bedrest. Even in his sickly state, he's able to physically overpower basically anyone at camp.

Brutus was patrolling the borders of camp when you saw him collapse to the ground- coughing up blood.

He wipes his mouth, attempting to stand.. but unable to find the strength. He sits there and starts to shake, freezing in place.

I want some sort of balloons, and your tears can be the confetti!

Theo left. He just... left. At this point, it should not be surprising. He leaves all the time. But this felt off. If anyone were to be near Commodus's palace, they might've seen him walk off with a bunch of boxes that looked to be gifts, headed to his usual spot in the nearby forest. Probably to relax. People probably shouldn't bother him. But why did he have boxes with him this time? He usually leaves empty-handed.

Today is... off. It's been feeling off. He knew why- but he didn't want to bother anyone with it. Theo didn't like today, anyway, so why should he tell anyone? It wasn't their problem, plus if he told them... He could imagine their reactions. The unwanted attention he'd draw to himself. He'd hate it. Hate hate HATE it. It wouldn't even be an exaggaration if someone were to say he would want to die.

So, he decided to spend today alone. Today wasn't special. He made sure he made today not special at all. The one thing that was different today were the gift boxes he took with him. He finally finished his projects, so he just... stared at those boxes. Did he really want to give them to people? Were they enough? Was he enough? He's been acting like an asshole so much lately, did people even want to hang out with him at this point?

He sat on the forest floor, the boxes spread out in front of him as he just... stared. That's how you found him, sitting with his knees up to his chest, hands around his legs, staring. He didn't even notice that someone came near.

[[Anyone can interact]]

Eve stood there… just outside, staring up at the clear sky full of melded dark blues and purples, a inky black being the base of it all, little glimmers of starlight having broken through, while others blazed in comparison. The night child stood there, closing her eyes as she stood in the moonlight.. oh… at least with all the memory loss, she had the night.. the moonlight.. something familiar, all over the world, even if she doesn’t quite understand just… what she’s doing.. at least she has this.

Maybe she was nearby camp Jupiter or half blood, maybe nearby the palace, maybe just… in the middle of nowhere. Maybe just out and about.

She held herself close, arm gently wrapping around in a slight self hug as she looked up to the stars, her wings still spread out.. you might actually realize a few particular and specific constellations along her wings. For example the Zoe constellation…

.𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Taglist, ask to be added/deleted: @pain-is-forever @reyno-solis-real @another-argo @the-great-emperor-commodus @fay-and-janet @unlicensed-field-medic @notaeoluschild @daughter-of-erebus @originalerebus @night-itself @christmaslightaddict @sophia-hunter-of-artemis

[[Anyone can join]]

Xan had just checked on Theo, and he didn’t expect to be so tired… ever since he had been revived, he’s always significantly more tired than usual. He definitely did not expect to fall asleep on his way to leaving- he probably was like- only decently halfway down the hall, before he’d just suddenly fucking fell asleep. Regardless, it was probably confusing for anyone to find a teenager just passed the fuck out in the hallway….

Seems like ever since he came back from the dead he’s just had to sleep more, maybe something about needing more time to regain energy? Anyways, he definitely looks like he didn’t intend to fall asleep there.

————

You walked over to the sparring area and saw Rey working at some dummies - hard. He turns around as he hears your footsteps, tail twitching.

“Hey dude! Wanna spar?”

What do you do?

[[ANYONE CAN JOIN]]

▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀

Perhaps you were training with Lucas nearby, or maybe in the nearby area. Regardless, he was out and about, with someone, either you, or someone else. Perhaps training with him, or maybe he was just in the general area. Regardless, you were somewhere in Lucas’ vicinity, and there was a celestial weapons, of course, since he’s human! It’ll go through him if something happens, so, no worries, to whoever is welding it… Everything seemed fine, Lucas just smiled, but then-

He was struck, but- he’s okay, he’s a human after all and…

Wait…

Wait.

W h y d i d t h a t h u r t ?

It wasn’t a big mark that was left behind, but it definitely drew blood. Lucas’ eyes widened as he looked at the slight blood on it. That.. that didn’t happen before. He KNOWS he can’t be hurt by these weapons- that didn’t hurt before! One of the celestial weapons has gone through him before ahAT DO YOU MEAN IT HURT THIS TIME?

Maybe it was an accident that had nothing to do with you, or maybe you did it, that’s up to you, regardless- he was harmed by a weapon, of course not purposefully. All he did was stare, for a good moment.

He’s human.

Why did that hurt.

[[ Whether this was an accident caused by your character, or completely unrelated to them, is up to your discretion, do whichever you think fits. I gave the option just in case certian people want angst excuses :> ]]

▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀

Showing signs.

Achaeus looked everywhere. He's geniuinely checked the entire camp grounds and even a bit beyond it, sure it took him an entire day but he did it. And yet he couldn't find his siblings, the little toddlers he took care of back in the facility, back when the grown ups wanted to do things to them and he would step in and protect them.

He felt so helpless, he felt like a terrible brother figure. He was supposed to be the strong older brother who would try to get them out of trouble whenever he could and snuck them extra food from his share and always stood up for them when other kids were mean or whispering about them. And now they were gone.

He was somewhere private, or at least he thought the area was private, when he started breaking down. He pulled at his own hair, which was flickering between silver and mimicking the sky- no, it was storm clouds. His hair was literal storm clouds. Tiny tornadoes started forming on it as well.

Pieces of his surroundings started to break off as he let out a scream, his entire body twitching, it almost looked like he was glitching. Small bits of the rubble around him floated above his head and created a twisted version of the claiming symbol, a view of the sky with a building in ruins in the foreground.

Seems his godly mother and grandfather realized they never actually claimed him. Achaeus Blaise Boone, son of Atë, legacy of Ouranos.