Fwit’s Comments (group member since Aug 07, 2009)

Fwit’s comments from the Another Percy Jackson and the Olympians Group... group.

((Bababumpin))

Chris rolled his eyes and tucked the bottle back into his pocket. "Whatever. Point is, I'm smart. And I can be cool. Don't burst my happy bubble."

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A grin pulled at the corner of Philip's mouth. "That's good. If anyone tries to teach you how to be mean, just let me know and I'll be mean to them."

((LOL new development.
Chris seems to want to be a very complaining guy.
i guess it's good that he's developing himself now
but i don't like this chris.
he used to be so sweet.))

"Nope." He held out the tiny squeeze bottle to her. "I'm quite a dab hand in the chem lab, so I whipped something up that's much cooler than iodine. It literally purifies everything in the water, so even if there's poison in here, I won't die. And in alcoholic drinks, I can add this and drink all I want, but I'll be basically drinking colored water." He frowned. "Well, that's the idea. I haven't gotten around the whole aftertaste of alcohol yet."


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"We have dryads, sort of like tree and water faeries, and some satyrs and a centaur." Philip lightly took Kendra's hand in his own and began walking towards the camp. "The people are just like us. Some of them might look scary, but that'll just be because they're very muscular. If they're mean, I'll bet you can get them back." He squeezed her hand very gently. "Besides, mean people get in trouble here. Nobody's going to be mean."

"Fire is still more your thing. More stormy than sleeping." Chris teased gently, already piling his plate high with everything he could reach. When it came to drinks, he selected a near-bucket sized glass of water into which he dripped a few clear drops of mysterious substance, just to "make sure it's clean." he muttered to himself.

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Philip laughed gently, once, looking back at Kendra. "Let's go, then." He flipped his palm so it faced her and held it out slightly from his side, offering her some support but not at all forcing it on her. "I don't think monsters are very nice either. In fact, nobody here likes monsters. I think you'll make a lot of new friends."

"You wouldn't." He chuckled, reaching for a plate with both hands. "I'm the lazy one. You're the lightning girl. Fire doesn't bother you at all."

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"Well, Kendra, would you like to see the camp?" He motioned at the hill with one finger, brushing some hair out of his eyes with his other hand. "It's nothing fancy, but it's nice. Especially for people like us. Monsters can't come inside."

His eyes twinkled at her. "I bet you've had enough monsters for a while."

Chris bit his lip and grinned sheepishly. "It's a pet peeve, I guess. I'm very anti-fire. Fire is too awake for me. Too much activity. And food fuels the fire."


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Straightening up, Philip brushed dead grass off his knees and looked at the yellow bristles in surprise. He hadn't noticed what he'd done. Rather distractedly, he turned to watch the camp from where they stood as the burned, rotted grass flew back together and sprang back to life. "So are you here for a summer camp?" He asked mildly, his eyes still fixed somewhere else.

((haha
any smarter and she'd be in that lab with her doctor father in switzerland instead of at camp half-blood))

Content washed over Chris' face as he gently hooked Alice's arm through his elbow. "Come on. Let's get food before those Ares brutes take it all and get out of here. I actually sort of really dislike watching people burn food. Even if it is respectful and all that."


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((i have a useless older brother who has driven me to get starbucks ONCE.
and all my friends get headphones as christmas presents from their siblings. my brother's so lame -.-'))

"So what does she speak? Swedish?" Philip was genuinely curious, and his eyes sparkled with a mild, gentle interest. "You must be very smart, to be learning more than English at your age. I know English, and that's about it." He chuckled. Of course he wasn't exactly telling the whole truth, but those parts could come later.

"Would milady allow me to escort her to obtain foods for the purpose of consumption?" Chris offered Alice his arm, a glimmer of a smile on his lips as he poised, waiting in a semi-bow for her to take his elbow.

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As the rip in the jacket sealed itself over the newly repaired skin on Kendra's back, Philip held his hand out for the empty bottle and glanced around to make sure no other monsters were around. "Iceberg. That's cool. So if Belinda doesn't speak English, how do you talk to her? Do you draw for her?"

He knelt on the ground in front of her so that she wouldn't have to look up so far.

((she is so cutecutecute.
WAHHH I WANT A YOUNGER SISTER
and she has such pretty eyes))

"Yes ma'm." Chris caught the dangerous tone in Alice's voice and swept through the door, releasing her wrist as he did. "Right away, m'lady. Of course, whatever milady wishes."


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"A lab? Chemist?" Philip guessed, siphoning the last of the wound away into the air. "Switzerland. Impressive. I'll bet you ski really well."

Chris pulled a face of mock offense. "What, am I a girl now?" He tugged lightly on her wrist. "Come on. Let me hold the door for you. Don't deprive me of my manhood like this."

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"It's called nectar." Philip relaxed slightly when he saw the damage of the wound beginning to thin from a heavy cloud to a lighter, threadlike mist. "Good, isn't it?"

Something she'd said before caught his attention. "You say you don't know your mom? And your dad is a doctor?" He grinned slightly. "Wouldn't a doctor be comforting now." He was, of course, perfectly capable of healing anything and everything, but he rather had the feeling that being treated by doctors was more reassuring than being healed by some 18 year old kid with some freaky ability to call death.

((i totally don't know who Chris is, though.
i've lost grip on him. he's sort of...
he's not even developing on his own.
i need inspiration for this kid. argh.))

"As if! Gravity's more likely to cling onto you tighter the farther up you go, for fear of losing you." Teasingly, Chris snaked a hand around Alice's wrist. "Like this."

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Leeching the death out of the wound, Philip made an effort to bring a lighter note into the conversation. "A Sitter? Hooves? Say, half-goat half-human?" He held out a hand to demonstrate the height of the being he was describing. "Lots of brown Santa Clause hair?"


Disturbed by the extent of the wound on Kendra's side, Philip procured a tiny glass bottle, like something a perfume sample would be mailed it. "Try this. It helps you feel a lot better, and it tastes good." Snapping the top off cleanly, he held it out to Kendra.



((i'm off to sleep. i need start waking up earlier, so hopefully by the time school starts i won't be sleeping till 3rd period))

((i think i'm very taken with Philip. I should give him a more becoming and unique name. Philip can be his... alibi. hehehehe
oh my. this shouldn't be happening.
LIVEE, KENDRA, LIVE))

A laugh bubbled from Chris' lips. "Zero gravity? Who said anything about zero gravity? Wouldn't gravity be same up in the air and on the ground? I mean. Gravity is gravity. It isn't like you're planning to go to the moon or anything."

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"Who's Pollouck?" Philip's eyebrows pulled together when he heard Kendra's whimper. Gently grasping her shoulders, he turned her so that he could see the wound on her back.

A hiss escaped from between his teeth. "Vile monsters." He breathed, his eyes flashing. The grass around his feet wilted suddenly, burning black and rotting into the earth.

Tenderly pulling Kendra's hand away, Philip spoke again, his voice again light and calming. "Do you know who your parent is?"

"Can't have that." Chris said seriously. "Would you ever come back to earth if you floated in the sky? It must be exciting up there. Seeing everything and whatnot."

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"I'm neither." Philip chuckled lightly and took a small cube of ambrosia out of the Ziploc. "Here, eat this. It'll help you feel better."

Taking her arm gently, he proceeded to trace the angry spit burns lightly with his index finger, damaged skin floating away from the newly replenished skin and clinging to his skin. "There, good as it used to be." With a small smile he blew the dead skin off his finger.

"As for your last question, I'm the son of a god. A Greek god. And my name is Philip." He secured the Ziploc and slipped it back into his pocket, examining her face to see if she was hurt anywhere else.

"I can like more than one thing, alright?" Chris playfully gave her shoulder a light jab with a forefinger. "Come on, Alice, lighten up."

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With a casual flick of his wrist Philip artfully carved a strange swirling line on the monster's broad back. "That's for my sister." Through gritted teeth he finished outlining a closed eye with a tear drop trickling out of the inside corner.

"I'd really like to stay and play, but..." His foot planted itself on the throat of the beast, the sole of his shoe smoking slightly from the spittle on the fur of the monster's neck. "I don't like playing with monsters." He speared its skull with a crunch, the monster immediately going limp before breaking into bits of swirling black mist.

Philip twirled Fili once, spraying acidic spit onto the grass in front of him before returning his weapon to its ring form. "Are you alright?" He turned to Kendra, a kind smile on his face. A wide black lanyard dangled from his pocket, and something on the end of it jingled as he fished for something in his pocket. "Can you stand?" He held out his hand, holding a plastic Ziploc bag in the other.

"I like running." Chris joked. "What are you talking about. We're running right now. I'm enjoying this. We're totally racing."


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Philip materialized in a swirl of black mist, then strode to where the monster was attacking a bravely struggling girl. "Nasty, isnt he?" He asked pleasantly, Fili springing into his hand. "You're doing great." His voice was still pleasant, but his foot connected viciously with the side of the drooling monster, sending it rolling off of Kendra.

"Jogging is running." Chris said amiably, breathing lightly and still barely moving faster than a speed walk. "It isn't sprinting, but it's still running."

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((haha i guess we have creative license to make up our own monsters, seeing as we've tweaked a few other things anyways
i'm polishing lydia and philip for revival))

((right-o
shall i bring zoe back?))
"I'm dealing with it." Chris called back over his shoulder, grinning. "Bye Alice. See you later." He comically pumped his arms with more force, as if to run faster, but he didn't increase his pace.

((nope, i don't mind at all))
With a grimace, Chris shuddered exaggeratedly. "Limit? Alice, that sounds awful. It sounds painful. It sounds like work. Fine. You know what? Let's race." With this, he broke into a graceful lope, not at all trying to move quickly but instead moving at a pace just fast enough to be called jogging.

((sure!
haha i'm having trouble deciding which one of my characters to resurrect soonest
and which ones to hold off till later))

"I like walking." Chris replied complacently, uncrossing his arms and tucking his thumbs into his pockets. "Walking is easy. Nice. Slow. Sometimes it gets a bit hard, but then all you have to do is stop walking."

"I'm a sore loser." Chris grinned, revealing all of his bright white teeth. "How's this. You run, and I'll jog."