Percy Jackson RP group discussion

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Ok ok guys guys guys I have a proposal!please come guys please please please I am begging y’all pelase! Meet at the general chat area!

Emory was sat by the unlit campfire, holding a small book decorated with drawings of stars and moons in her hand. It was a book on astrology, one of their favorite subjects.

Jackson walked up to the unlit campfire. It was still decently bright outside and dinner was still going. He had come out to get away from other people. So of course, there was a person there. He sighed as he sat down, and began sharpening his Stygian sword.

Emory glanced up at Jackson, eyeing the sword before going back to reading their book. It had been a while since Emory got the chance to be alone herself, but she didn't mind that Jackson had also chosen to sit at the campfire. They fiddled with a part of their scene outfit as they continued to read out of the book. It was filled with silly little things, stating that people acted the way they did because of where the celestial bodies were at the time of their birth, and how each celestial body supposedly affected people at any given time.

Jackson saw out of the corner of his eye that the girl had glanced at him. He’d seen her before, but her name slipped his mind. “what was it, emirah, emira, emora? Emory! That was it!” He thought to himself as he continued to sharpen his sword. “Their in Hermes cabin, aren’t they?” He thought. Jackson had been at Camp Half-blood for a while and knew a lot of people, not personally but their names, their cabins, their pronouns, the basic things you could know if you paid enough attention to a person, or their interactions with others. He glanced at the book in Emory’s hands.

Emory continued to read from the book, chuckling when they read something they thought was funny. She sat with her legs crossed as she continued to read from the book. Eventually, Emory's smile left their face and they shut the book, looking up at the sky. There was still some amount of sunlight left, but not enough to keep reading.

Jackson looked up at the sky then down at the campfire. It would be lit soon, and people would start coming over. He thought he might have another ten minutes before the latter happened, and then he’d be back as his cabin with his mp3 player and his secret collection of spare parts. He began to hum one of his favorite songs but didnt realize that he was.

Emory looked back at Jackson, smiling at him for a few seconds as he hummed a song she wasn't familiar with before looking back at the sky.

Jackson smiled back before he realized the whole reason she was smiling in the first place. His smile disappeared as he bit down on his cheek hard, causing him to stop humming. He had made a promise not to sing or hum in front of other people after the tragedy that happened when he was eleven.

Eventually, Emory shut her eyes, quietly humming the tune Jackson was previously humming, stopping at the part he stopped at.

"That's a nice song," they stated, opening their eyes and looking back at Jackson. "What is it?" She smiled, hoping Jackson understood her through her accent. It was a common occurrence for people to ask them to repeat what they had said for clarity since Emory's German accent made it difficult for some people to understand them properly.

Jackson looked up at Emory. Her accent was thick, but he could still understand her perfectly well, as it was like one of his childhood friends, Ada. At the thought of Ada and his childhood friends his heart throbbed. “It’s just a song my parents used to sing to me.” He said, his own thick accent, which was British, coating his words. “I forgot the name though.”

Emory nodded. "Well, it's a pretty song." She thought about her own family. Her dads had moved to the US from Germany to stay as close to her as possible. That didn't stop Emory from missing them.

“Yeah it is.” Jackson said with a sigh. “They loved that song, especially mum.” He missed his parents, although he wouldn’t admit it. He wanted to go back to his cabin and to his cat and mp3 player, but also wanted to stay and talk to Emory. Why, he had no idea. Maybe because she seemed like an outsider like him. Maybe he was just so lonely it was nice to have social interaction. Whatever the case, it didn’t really matter.

"Your mom sounds nice." Mothers were a sensitive subject for Emory. Her dads--one her biological father, the other his husband--were mortals, and since she was here at Camp HalfBlood that meant her mother was a god, which wasn't exactly fun to think about since she was in the Hermes cabin, due to being unclaimed as of yet.

Then, Emory turned around. A quiet meow had come from behind them. It was an Abyssinian cat, padding towards them before hopping up in their lap.

"Frieda, ich dachte, ich hätte dir gesagt, du sollst in der Hütte bleiben," Emory muttered to the feline, almost impatiently. The cat mewed in response, stretching her body out on Emory's lap as they sighed, patting the cat.

(Frieda, I thought I told you to stay in the cabin.)

"Ich kann dir nicht böse sein, du Schurke," she laughed.

(I can't stay mad at you, you scoundrel.)

"She is." Jackson said. He took a deep breath before exhaling sharply. "Well was. She and my dad died when I was eleven. Not my biological mother. Or biological dad, which is Hades. My adoptive ones. I never met my bio mom. I'm guessing she wouldn't be as good as mum was." He said quietly. "Ugh, sorry to bring down the mood." He added.

Seeing Frieda reminded him of Tripper, with reminded him of his parents. Jackson felt tears welling up in his eyes but blinked them off. He felt bad dumping all of this on some random girl that he happened to meet at the campfire.

“Sorry for dumping this all on you, you probably don’t even care. You shouldn’t care.” He said before sniffling. He looked up at the stars as if it’d solve his problems, or make him feel better.

"Hey," Emory said, her gaze softening. They stood, grabbing Frieda as they moved over to where Jackson was sitting. She sat down beside him, still holding the cat in her lap. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. No one deserves to have their parents die, biological or not."

Jackson started to cry silently as he looked up at the sky. “They were killed by hellhounds, my parents. I-It was all my fault.” He said, before he started to breathe more rapidly, on the verge of hyperventilating. “I-if it weren’t for me they would have lived. I would have rather have been the one to die than to be responsible for their deaths.” He said between breaths.

Emory didn't know what to do. Panicking, she picked up Frieda and moved her to the side before pulling Jackson into a tight hug.

"Don't say those things. I..I know you blame yourself but I'm sure your parents would be devastated if you were the one to die. I'm..I'm sure they'd rather have you live and be safe here than to live without you."

Jackson noticed her slight panic and his own panicked breathing subsided, as did his crying. “You’re probably right,” He said in a shaky voice. “But I shouldn’t have dumped this all on you, I’m so sorry.” He stood up, sheathing his sword.

Emory stood up as well. "Hey..If you ever need to talk to someone, you can talk to me. I might not be able to give you advice for everything or solve your problems, but I'll listen to whatever it is you need me to."

The cat approached Jackson, meowing nervously as she stood on her hind legs, her front paws resting on Jackson's leg.

“Thank you.” Jackson said. “I can do the same for you if you ever need it. Jackson smiled at Frieda before turning to Emory. “I’ll be right back.” He said, being careful not to hurt their cat before jogging off to his cabin. He came back about three minutes later with his own cat. “This is Tripper, my British shorthair.” He said, placing Tripper on the floor to watch him interact with Frieda. “Can we talk about something a little less depressing though?” He asked, looking at Emory before turning his head to watch Tripper.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind." Emory sat back down, watching the cats interact. Frieda sat down, tilting her head at Tripper. "How long have you had Tripper?" They asked, looking back at Jackson.

(ignore this, im not leaving yet lol)

“He was a gift for my 9th birthday.” Jackson said. “So, a little over 7 years.” He said as he watched the two cats with a smile.

"Hm. I've had Frieda almost that long." At the mention of her name, the Abyssinian glanced back at Emory and meowed.

"Oh hush you. You're the one who followed me," Emory chuckled.

“That’s cool,” Jackson said, trying to think of a new conversation topic. He smiled when Frieda meowed at Emory.

Frieda looked back at Tripper, tilting her head once more before approaching the British Shorthair. Emory watched the two cats, smiling.

Jackson watched them with a smile before trying to make small talk. “So, you’re in Hermes cabin?”

Emory's smile faded slightly as they answered.

"Yup. Hermes." Her father was a mortal, so she couldn't be a child of Hermes, but she had been unclaimed yet, so Emory had to make the Hermes Cabin their home for now. "I'm guessing you're in the Hades Cabin?"

“Yeah I am.” Jackson said. “Been in it for, 6 years now, 7 in a few months.” He looked at Emory than at the cats, then at the sky.

"Hm..You've been here for a while, then," Emory stated, still looking at the sky. They set their book down beside them and held their knees to their chest, watching the clouds move through the darkening sky.

“Yeah, I have. It gets a bit boring sometimes, staying here. I did go on a quest once though.” Jack said, watching her change in position. “Anyway, how long have you been here for?”

"Not that long, just a year or two," she replied, looking back at him. Frieda turned to Emory, meowing at them but all Emory did was look back at the cat, shaking her head.

“Nice,” Jackson said, looking at Emory. He looked them straight in the eyes. “It is okay if I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer it.” He asked her, hearing Tripper meowing at him though choosing to ignore him for a second to focus on Emory’s reply.

"Sure." Emory glanced down at Tripper as he meowed, narrowing her eyes slightly before looking back at Jackson, waiting for his question.

“Do you know who your godly parent is?” Jackson asked. “Again, you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.” Tripper rubbed against his leg. “Τρίπερ! Έχω μια σοβαρή κουβέντα αυτή τη στιγμή, παράξενε γάτε.”

(Tripper! I’m having a serious talk right now, you weirdo cat.)

Emory's smile faded as she comprehended Jackson's question, their eyes landing on Tripper. They didn't recognize Jackson's language as he most likely scolded the cat.

"Um..I do know. It's.." They struggled to find the right words to say. "It's hard to explain. She hasn't claimed me, but I uh, know."

Emory didn't know how to explain it to Jackson. Her mother wasn't a Greek Goddess, but here she was, in a camp full of Greek demi-gods and creatures from Greek mythology. And Emory didn't belong to either group. In all honesty, it was a sensitive subject for her.

Frieda looked over at Emory. Mewing nervously, the Abyssinian cat jumped up beside her owner, standing up against Emory's arm as she rubbed her face against Emory's cheek.

Jackson nodded. “You don’t have to say anything more if you don’t want to.” He said, noticing how they struggled to find the words. “If you want to change the subject you can.”

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(anyways hi im back from sleep-)

ᵗⁱᶠᶠᵃⁿʸ ᵉˡᵉⁿᵃ ᶠⁱᵉʳʳᵒ ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 wrote: "Jackson nodded. “You don’t have to say anything more if you don’t want to.” He said, noticing how they struggled to find the words. “If you want to change the subject you can.”"

"Alright, um. Yeah." Emory rubbed Frieda's head gently.

"So, what was your..quest like?" She asked, changing the subject. "Are those supposed to be fun?"

“Not exactly.” Jackson said. “My father made a death weapon then lost it so I had to go find it and destroy it.” He said, his eyes glittering with memory. “Me, this girl from Hecate cabin, and my best friend went on the quest.”

"Hm." Emory smiled. "I guess that made it a bit better then? You got to go with someone you knew."

“Yeah.” Jackson said. “My best friend, she didn’t make it out unscathed though.” He looked down at Tripper.

"Oh." Emory lowered her legs back down to the ground, and Frieda climbed and curled up on Emory's lap. "Are they alright now..or?" Emory trailed off.

"You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

“Imperial gold wound in her stomach.” Jackson exhaled sharply. “Died a month after the quest. Her name was Chrysanthemum.”

Emory's face softened. "I'm so sorry."

“It’s fine. She was suffering even before the quest from leukemia, and honestly, shes happier in Elysium. I visit her every once in a while.” Jack said.

"That's good." Emory gently pat Frieda's head.

Tripper hopped into Jackson’s lap.