Percy Jackson RP group discussion

On the outside, the cabin is made of bricks and has a row of smokestacks on the top, making it look like a miniature factory. The door is bronze, thick, and circular, like a vault door, and opens with lots of steam and gears clunking.

The inside is covered with bronze, and the bunks fold from the wall, with the bottoms having circuit boards

(Here right?)
Enya hums quietly to herself as she sketches out the layers of her new invention. “Wylan! Come see! I think I got something good!”

(U there?)

Wylan stood up from his bed and walked over to Enya’s. “Look pretty cool.” He said, smiling at her.

( *looks pretty cool )

(lol)
Enya smiled. Most of the other Vulcan kids made fun of her about what she designs. “Thanks.”

Wylan smiled in response. “What’s this one particular piece for though?” They pointed to a part of the design.

“Well—I..uhm” Enya stammered. “Well my friends said they like it but it wasn’t comfortable so—“ she trails off her face heating up with embarrassment

“Oh, no, don’t feel bad,” Wylan said to his sister. “I was just curious.”

“Oh it’s fine! It’ s just…” Enya couldn’t figure out how to explain it. Showing her unfinished products makes her feel awkward.

Wylan stayed quiet so if she wanted to continue she could.

“Well I dunno” she begins. She doesn’t look at him. “I guess it’s just weird having someone look at what I make and I get kinda paranoid that they won’t like it.” She fiddles with the necklace around her neck

“I get that.” Wylan responded. They felt very similarly when sharing their own designs with others. “But remember, I’m your brother, I’m not going to judge you on your designs, just give constructive criticism.”

“Yeah… I get that it’s just—“ She abruptly stops and lies her head in her hands. She always feels a bit awkward around him because he had to take care of her for so long. She thinks he resents her. She tugs in the necklace again.

(U there?)

(On the necklace again*)

(Nvm u gone)

( no im here, sorry, had to do something )

(Nah it’s fine!)

Wylan put a hand on Enya’s shoulder. He knew how awkward it probably was her for talking to him, considering that he had to step in as a parent for her when they were younger. He never resented her for that, as it wasn’t at all her fault, it was all their mother’s.

She lays her head on his shoulder. “Do you ever think we’ll meet him?” She asks, closing her eyes. She didn’t say Vulcan’s name but they both knew who she was talking about

She sighs gently as she waits for him to respond. She almost feared his answer,

“Considering barely any demigods meet their godly parents, that he’s Roman and we’re at a Greek camp, and that he hasn’t shown up at all any time in our lives, there’s very low probability of being able to meet him.” Wylan said, holding back a sigh.

“Do you…want to meet him?”

(Unblocked yay!)

Enya looked conflicted as she waited for him to respond

Wylan didn’t answer, not wanting to affect his sister’s view of their father. He loathed his mother for all she’d done and disliked his father for leaving them in a place where they were subject to that and never once trying to reach out to each of them.

Noticing his silence she quietly told him, “You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings, you know?” She gave him a quick smile that faded even faster. “I—I… I’m not sure. On one hand he’s our father but on the other—“

She pauses, chewing her lip

Wylan nodded, still not responding. They honestly didn’t know their answer, and trying to vocalize their thoughts was already hard enough without being unsure.

Enya squeezed her eyes closed even harder. “He—he…” she struggled to find the right words. “He left us with her… and—who’s to say that he isn’t the same…”

Wylan stiffened as he thought of all their mother had done to the both of them. He still didn’t respond, unsure of what he was supposed to say.

Enya gripped his hand hard. She knew it was hard for him to talk about their mother. She knew she was luckier than him when it came to that. “And the only thing he left us was this stupid necklace!” She gripped it in her fist.

Wylan stared at the floor. “Would either of us really want to meet him if he gave us a chance?” He asked softly.

She curled her fingers around it gently. “I want to throw it away! To stomp on it and break it because is that all her can do for us?” She pauses, taking a deep breath. “But I can’t bring myself to do that, it’s all we have left from our family, from him.”

“Yes! No…”

“I just— I can’t.”

Wylan nodded. If not for Enya they would have thrown away the necklace already, or remade it into something useful rather than a reminder of a deadbeat dad. “What do you think he saw in her anyway?” They asked, she being their mother and he being their father.

She thought about that for a minute. “It makes me wonder…” she says softly. “If she was always like that or if him leaving made her like that.” She laughs out a huff of breath. “After all, villains aren’t born villains, they’re made into ones.”

Wylan nodded. He’d thought the same about her, though he hated how he would never be able to know the true answer.

“I wonder what happened to her after we left. I wonder if she even noticed.” Enya sniffled and held back tears. She knew her mom was terrible but she was still her mom.

( got to go )

Wylan hugged Enya, though his face was neutral. He shared none of his sister’s sympathy for their mother. She probably wouldn’t even recognize them if she saw them again, and probably barely even cared about their absence.

( never mind, ill be on and off for the next hour, but not entirely gone )

(Ok)

“You don’t think she does do you?” She sobs quietly. She pushes him backs bit and turns back around and runs away with tears streaming down her face. She was oversensitive to this, and she really wanted him to tell her that their mom missed them.

Wylan just sat on Enya’s bed, not following after her. He’d go after her in a little while, since she probably wouldn’t want to talk with him if he immediately followed her. He knew she still felt a connection to their mother, and it was a sensitive subject for her.

Enya came back after an hour of sulking. She had been practicing archery with some of her friends that had Apollo as their parent.

Wylan was sitting on his bed, sketching in a notebook he owned. He didn’t notice Enya walking back into the cabin.

(Rowan?)