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Post by The Fates on Apr 4, 2017 14:51:13 GMT
A golden house, shining in the light. It grows dim in the night but as soon as light creeps back it shines. Music surrounds it, seemingly hanging in the very air.
Inside is a spacious, bright, clean space. A small number of beds are neatly tucked against a corner, and several shining mirrors line the walls. Golden etchings of prophecies previously told cover the walls.
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Post by Iason, the Uniter on Apr 14, 2017 17:31:44 GMT
Iason pulled up his bow, and armour. He strapped a short sword to his side and a dagger to his knee. Stepping out of his curtain space, he was confronted by Aros. The other demigod gave him a dismissive glance before going to speak to Takis, his ally. It seemed to be common knowledge that they had long planned to defeat Stathis and place one of them as Head of House. It was also a strange quirk of the House that the head was addressed as 'Lord.' Iason had quickly gotten used to the oddness of the Apollo cabin. When political power plays weren't being carried out, music was being performed for campers money.
Nonetheless, Iason highly doubted if Stathis was ever going to be overthrown. He had been gifted with light manipulation and inherent archery abilities. As such, the last Apollo child who had challenged him had been blown into ash. Iason figured he wouldn't take his chances.
Iason stepped forward and Stathis stepped from his separate room. He wore a happy smile and had long blonde hair with golden eyes. He was shorter than Iason and more slight of limb.
'Hello Lord Stathis,' Iason said.
'Hello Iason! Slept well?'
'Mostly,' Iason told him, shrugging. 'The dreams are getting worse.' Iason seemed to be the only child with any gift of prophecy.
Stathis nodded. 'Well, don't worry. We'll look after you,' he said, clasping Iason's shoulder. Stathis was a good leader, but nonetheless, Aros and Takis insisted on playing their Game of Cabins nonetheless.
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Post by Iason, the Uniter on Apr 19, 2017 7:10:47 GMT
The Apollo kids headed back to the cabin and waited for Sophia's return.
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Post by The Muses on Apr 19, 2017 13:19:38 GMT
"Get going, cracka'! You're wanted at the Big- erm, Temple House. Our own original idea and totally not ripping of PJ and J," he winked and ran off. He was a satyr, BTW.
Also yes, this has been copied and pasted.
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Post by Iason, the Uniter on Apr 20, 2017 7:16:56 GMT
Iason headed in and packed up his stuff. Aros gave him a dirty glare but Stathis smiled in encouragement as he left. 'You can't really die,' he remarked with a grin. 'Good luck.'
'And you,' Iason said, watching Aros and Takis.
He shouldered his bag and headed off to the storerooms to pick up supplies.
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