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Romulus stepped up onto the stairs of the Cabin Leaders house, feeling a little odd about being back, the break had been pleasant, if somewhat odd, one as it had really brought home to him that he now lived in two worlds. With an internal sigh as he sat in one of the chairs that were always outside on the balcony, happy to find that, for the time being, he was alone and he could just sit and set his mind to now being in this world again. The world where he wasn't just the son of Ellis, but the son of Poseidon. A Roman god. 

Even after a year it still felt a little unreal, but real it was and he had to get used to it. Being the son of a god could be deadly for your health as he had once again been reminded on the trip back to the camp. He attempted to brush a little of the mud that caked his jeans, feeling a twinge of guilt at the fact that his falling into an unseen hole in the ground had almost gotten the Satyr escorting him in eaten. But they had made it with just a few splats of mud and a singed hairs, which considering what could have happened wasn't really all that bad. Now the Satyr had gone to find the Camp Leader to notify them that he had arrived in one piece. 

Settling deeper into the chair part of Romulus wondered if they thought that this was a happy occurrence or not. He now knew that he was not hugely wanted as pretty much everyone including his father had agreed that the world was better without any of the Big Three's children in it. On the upside, he was looking forward to spending some time with the pegasi, they had promised to take him flying this year if he returned in one piece. 

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Answering the door, Lilythe tapped her foot, arms crossed over her chest. “Exactly what trouble have you gotten yourself  into?” She smirked a bit to show that she was more amused than anything else. It wasn’t uncommon to see campers returning to camp with some sort of bruising or another. But as it stood, it was just one of the many hazards of being a halfblood. “Looking for a bit of mischief? You’re better off talking to one of my half-siblings if you want that. Seems to run in our family.” She gave Romulus a playful wink and chuckled. Chances were, that he had experienced some sort of hardship on his way home and a bit of humor was the best way to diffuse some of the tension from it. “You want to come in?” Gesturing towards the living room she stepped aside to make room.

In the living room there were now several chairs empty and a pitcher of lemonade. Fresh cut strawberries were on a plate to snack on, and the sound of hooves could be heard from the kitchen. It wasn’t overly busy around here yet. Many of the campers had started to return home for school—those who still found it safe to do so anyway—but others were coming back from quests, short breaks, and various other trips. That was why Lilythe or some other Cabin Leader was always waiting up at the abig House to welcome them with something to drink and a warm conversation. 

 

((OoC: Welcome! We are glad to see you Roleplaying! The entrance RP process is generally meant to help explain the lore and where everything is for new members, and to enhance character development for non-new members and older campers. As such, there may be questions you have that I cannot answer in character. When this occurs I will use the OoC format like this to answer as best I can. Though to keep the RP feel, I will try to answer in character as often as I’m able.))

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Romulus looked around at the sound of the door opening the form of the Lilythe, the Cabin leader, outlined in the doorway. A small smile on her face as she joked about the state that he was in. 

Standing, Romulus gave a reserved smile in response and said in a quiet manner, "It was more like trouble had brought along it's own mischief and both were laying in wait for me. Not sure I would survive bringing my own trouble along!" The last was meant as a joke... he was trying to take he mothers advice about being more outgoing, 'Talk to people dear!' as she had said before he had left. But he wasn't sure how well it was going. 

"I would not mind!" he said following her into the welcoming living room. Empty chairs were scattered about and there were tempting pitchers of lemonade upon the table, droplets of water on their sides and plates of snacks about. Seeing the food and drink reminded him of the hunger and more importantly the thirst that running for his life had given him. 

Pointing to the table and pitchers he politely asked, "Could I have a glass? I just realised how thirsty I am..." 

 

((OoC: Thank you! 😄 I will keep that in mind as we go... To be honest I am mostly using this to get a handle on how to write the character. It always takes me a little time to get into the right style and movements and habits for consistent posting.))

 

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Pouring a glass for Romulus, Lilythe retorted, "Nah, I thought I'd just pour a glass and make you stare at it." She smiled and nodded towards the glass encouragingly. Lilythe had been around the camp for so long that it was hard to attend it and not know of her. Anymore it was pretty much a given that at some point you'd stumble into her during your stay and she was just as much a part of the camp as the satyrs and Chiron. As such, it wasn't uncommon to see her up at the Big House  being the one to welcome new and returning campers. And anyone who interacted with her knew that she often tried to make light of things. It was a handy skill to have given the state that most people arrived in camp.

However, despite her desire to keep things light, she had to make sure things weren't getting too bad out there, and given Romulus' comment, she felt the need to pry. "So just how bad was the return trip? Am I going to need to tell Chiron to talk to the satyrs and see if we can form a perimeter?" She began to sip softly on her lemonade, the second glass she'd poured after pouring Romulus'. Her worry was well warranted. Increased monster activity meant trouble brewing usually. And when major events occurred bad things happened to the campers. Now that she was the oldest camper left, Lilythe noticed herself taking responsibility for the younger campers more and more. It wouldn't sit well if things were stirring and she did nothing about it.

For many reasons...

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Romulus picked up the glass and took a long drink from it, almost emptying the glass utterly. "I am not sure if there are more of them or not... but whatever it was, was big!" He said, unsure if the threat was worth the extra manpower or not...

"The journey is was rather calm, not thinking about it, possibly to calm, the excitement only started once we were quite a ways into the surrounding forest. There was something a little off in the air.. a creepy feeling then suddenly Gilburt was yelling at me to run, and I didn't ague! He had a good look at whatever it was and we just took off. Whatever it was we were just keeping ahead of it, I could hear it crashing through the trees behind me and but we were doing ok, in a run for your life kind of way. Until I tried to  see where the monster was and not watching where I was going, fell into a rather large hole on the ground." He gestured to the mud the coated his jeans. "Got pulled out and to safety by the back of my neck.. then there was more running and more dodging. I am ok, apart from some bruises, it might have been a little different if Gilbert hadn't spotted it or it hadn't pounced too early. Either way I do think we were lucky." 

 Sensing the worry that Lilythe felt he asked, "Do you think that there could be more of them out there?" 

If there were then quite possibly it was indeed a worry as while he had not seen what it was clearly enough to identify it, it was big enough that the idea of more being out there made his feet itch with the need to run. 

(Hi! Sorry for the long quiet, was just super busy IRL. I do have a question to ask you, as a child of one of the big three would Romulus be more prone to monster attacks or not? I sort of have a lingering feeling that it was mentioned in the books but can't at all remember! 🙂

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"Sounds like an eventful trek through the forest." She looked down at his jeans as he pointed them out  Grateful that there didn't appear to be an injury to anything more than the clothing, Lilythe let out a soft sigh. Things were ramping up again. Nearly every returning camper had stories of being attacked, and that couldn't be good. As Romulus asked his final question she nodded softly. "It would seem so. You aren't the first returning camper to tell me these stories. And of course all the new campers usually have a similar tale. I wonder who's up to something out there." She looked off in the distance for a bit as if trying to imagine a foe they could face. After a couple moments she shook her head and her smile returned. "I suppose I'm worrying over nothing though. If it was really important the Oracle would come out and tell us something, right? So... I'm probably just paranoid." Indeed, anymore Lilythe was the only one left at camp who'd been through the Titan War. So naturally, she was a little more worried about these things than the rest of the campers.

((I am so sorry for the delay, I was moving this week. I am now completely settled in! To answer your question, yes. The Big Three definitely attract more attention than other demigods))

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"Far more than my first to be honest!" Romulus said, relaxing onto the conversation more. Maybe his mother had been right, about talking not being that hard. 

"I would hate to be a first year coming in through whatever is happening out there." He shook he head and took another long drink of lemonade, the hint of tartness that the lemon gave quenching his thirst. "I don't know but I hope that it fades soon. I would hate to get caught in something like what happened a few years ago..." The last was said with a little unawareness of who he was speaking to. Lost in just focusing on talking Romulus had simply spoken of around the camp. The events of the Titan War having taken on something akin to legend or fable among the Campers. 

But his brain wasn't far behind his words however as he paused, a blush running up to his cheeks and an abashed look running quickly over his face. 

"I am sorry..." he said quickly, knowing that she had quite possibly been caught up in the events of the past. Unable to think of anything else to say to cover his lapse in memory, Romulus dived ahead, "It is a small comfort to know that the Oracle hasn't said anything yet...." 

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Lilythe flinched a bit as Romulus hinted at the Titan war. It must have been visible because he immediately apologized. Lilythe shook her head. "No, it's okay. I... It's part of the past. And that's where it will stay." She gave a small smile and then lifted up her glass of lemonade. Sipping at it, she tried to calm her mind down. 

It was easier back when Azrael and the others were still at camp. But they'd long since left, and Lilythe found it harder to cope with those memories without them. In a way, their absence only added to her fear because it showed her that anyone could leave. Just like Matt... It seemed insane that she could still be hung up on everything after so long, yet here she was. Some scars took longer to heal than others.

"I'll try not to worry until the Oracle gives me a reason to." Lilythe offered another smile. This one a bit more genuine than the one before. "I assume you can find your way to the cabin? Otherwise I suppose I could give you the tour for old times sake."

((At this juncture you would normally be given a tour of the grounds and then led to the claiming. However as an older camper you have already learned all these things in character. If you still feel you want a tour, please reply to this thread in character and indicate such. If, however, you feel you can find your way around the site, please reply with your departure and mark this thread as ready to archive by editing your first post and adding the prefix to it.))

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Romulus nodded, "Maybe there it is as something as simple as another child of the Big Three arriving this year..." He said, trying and sort of failing for something semi-comforting, feeling guilty for having brought up the obviously painful past.

Smiling, partly in relief that he got to now escape, Romulus took the last sip from his glass and then rose, "I can indeed find my way around now... and I have a few people that I need to still say hello to. I promised them last year that they would be my second stop when I returned. Would hate to break that promise, pegasuses have such sad faces when they sulk." 

With a few last and final words, he left the cabin, steps quick and certain as he headed towards his cabin, the Posiden Cabin or Cabin number three... it was a place of many names he noted. Dropping off his bags he then went and made his promised greeting of the pegasuses that called the Camp home. 

((Yay! First thread done! Now just need to find another :D))

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