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Turning the Tides - - - Chapter Three

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4/20/2015 11:18:47 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
I normally won't put these in the tops of episodes, but since I've pulled a Rev and not updated this in ages, I'll include the links to all the past episodes before I get started. So if you're new to the series or want to refresh your mind on what all has happened thus far, stop right here and visit these links first before continuing:

Prologue - http://www.debate.org...
Chapter One - http://www.debate.org...
Chapter Two - http://www.debate.org...

Okay, now you can continue. Enjoy! ^_^

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By the Gods this chick was fast.

Endarkened was a good fighter -- no, he was a damned good fighter -- but even he was having a tough time keeping up with this chick. Endarkened raised his shield to block an overhand chop, then was forced to quickly jump, pulling his legs up when she reversed and swung her other sword for his knees. She kept hammering away at him, her strikes as quick as they were precise, and Endarkened was forced to shove his shield forward, pushing her back so that he could have some breathing space before the assault renewed.

Blade-of-Truth could take some tips from her about how to do the whole "dual wielding" thing.

The girl advanced back onto him, and Endarkened prepared himself in a defensive stance before the first strike came. After that, it was all desperate reaction time. Strike block strike parry strike block strike block strike block strike parry strike--

One sword strike managed to slip through his guard, catching him on his left shoulder, creating a gash in his left shoulder. Endark swiped his sword out feebly to create some distance before backing up, pressing his sword-hand against the wound to check if it was at all severe. It wasn"t a very lengthy cut, but the cut ran deep, his shirt already beginning to adopt a crimson stain. He figured he had about five minutes or so before he started to lose feeling in his shoulder.

In the few moments Endarkened had taken to check his wound, the girl had re-engaged, stepping up and swinging her sword in an upward arc. Endark moved his shield to block it, but the uppercut was a feint, as she quickly reversed and swung for his hip with her other blade. Endark threw up a hasty parry, spinning as her sword impacted his own and swinging the flat of his shield at her head. She ducked under the shield, swinging again for his knees. Endark jumped over the blade before thrusting downwards, intending to impale her while she was crouched and immobile. She was forced to roll backwards, narrowly avoiding the thrust.

He was finally on the offensive.

Endark advanced before she had time to compose herself for another attack, cutting downwards and forcing her to parry with her blades interlocked. Endarkened thrust his shield forwards, catching her by surprise and smashing the metal frontside into her face, causing her to stumble backwards. He kept pushing forwards, swinging his blade in vicious combos that forced her onto the defensive. He cut downwards, she stepped to the side. He feinted a thrust before reversing to the side, she predicted the feint and parried it with her blade. He thrusted his blade forwards, she batted it aside.

The fight continued in this manner for what seemed like years, with Endark just trying to find a way through her defense that just seemingly wasn"t there. He could feel his wounded shoulder start to ache more and more as he fought, but he blocked out the pain and forced himself to keep fighting. He couldn"t stop now. If he stopped now he was dead and his friends wouldn"t have enough time to escape. He had to keep fighting!

Endark made his mistake from this tunnel vision. He rushed forward, leaping to thrust forward with the momentum, but didn"t expect her to roll forward, under his sword thrust to come up behind him. Endark tried to move to the side to avoid the inevitable skewering, but her sword was swift, the edge of the blade cutting into his side and leaving a long gash along his hip. She raised her sword to overhead cut him, and he raised his shield to respond. He wasn"t expecting the feint, however, and his knee buckled from her firmly planting her boot into it.

Crack!

His leg collapsed and Endark was forced onto one knee. The pain flared through his body like he had just been stomped on by the Minotaur a few dozen times. Even his adrenaline couldn"t block out the fact that his knee was less than usable. She raised her swords to strike down onto him, and it was all he could do to raise his shield in time to block the strikes.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Strike after strike after strike rang down against his shield, demanding that he gave way and accepted the inevitability of his demise. The gash on his shoulder physically crippled him, pleading with him to just give in, to accept defeat and embrace the peace of death. Endarkened was exhausted, wounded, bleeding, tired, and very annoyed -- he had been this close to beating Blade_of_Truth, yet couldn"t beat some b*tch who was doing the exact same thing?! But the one thing he wasn"t, even if everything else he was was true, was a quitter. And he refused to give up.

Endarkened waited for the sword to impact the shield again before jumping forward with his good leg, running his body into hers and knocking her to the ground like an NFL linebacker. He clamored his way on top of her, raising his fist and sending it crashing down into the side of her face. His fist came up and slammed down again, and again, and again. Blood gushed from her nose after the second hit.

He went for the fifth fist to the face when she finally got her arm free, turning with all of her strength and sent her elbow into his face, staggering him and putting stars in his vision. He could feel the boot pressing against his chest, shoving him off so that he was lying on his back.

"Dammit body, move! Keep fighting! Keep going!" Endark begged his body, but there wasn"t any gas left in his tank. His left arm was entirely numb from the cut at his shoulder. His side ached from the gash at his hip. His leg was entirely busted, and he was pretty sure his knee was just broken entirely. There wasn"t a whole lot left for him to be able to do. He was forced to just lay there, his vision flickering in and out. Despite the heat of the day and the physical body heat from fighting, his body felt like it had tossed into a deep freezer. Exhaustion, exhaustion that seemingly sprang from a crowd of adrenaline and energy, tugged at the back of his eyes, pleading with him to just close his eyes, just for a second, only for a second.

His vision was fading. The bright, blue sky of the day was tinged with black as a shadow loomed over him. She stood over him, her twin blades in her hand, the blood still dripping from her nose and onto his chest.

Plop!

She looked down at him, with the oddest look in her eyes. Was that pity in her eyes? Genuine remorse? It couldn"t have been; she was leading an attack that would kill hundreds of demigods, and had probably killed her fair share in the battle alone. And now she was grieving the death of one random son of Ares?

Plop!

She raised her blades, intending to probably put him out of his misery, before sheathing them in the scabbards that hung at her waists. "What is she doing?" reverberated in the back of his mind as she bent down, tearing off a bit of fabric and pressing it against his shoulder, waving to someone in a distant land that he couldn"t quite see. Was she trying to help him?

Plop!

He could see her, her face and features. He could watch her mouth move, see the determination and...panic?...in her eyes. What was she worried about?

Endarkened blacked out.

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4/20/2015 11:21:31 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
"Mikal!"

The son of Athena whipped his head around to watch Airmax gallop to his side, a concerned look on his face. The concern was understandable, though. The fate of the camp was looking rather grim, and they still hadn't the slightest clue who the invaders were, or even where they had come from.

"Mikal, how goes the evacuations?"

For some reason, Airmax had left him in charge of overseeing the evacuation. Mikal wasn't really complaining about it, it wasn't like Athena couldn't make plans, but the part that confused him the most was the "Why me?" part. Sure, their cabin leader had already been killed in battle, and the rest were scattered throughout the camp, but there still had to be someone better suited for the job than him.

"We're making about as much progress as we can. We have our pegasi running circuits to the US/Canadian border currently. I sent a group of Ares and Apollo cabin to secure a landing zone, and now we're funneling as many people there as we can in chariots or bareback. Priority list is critically wounded, slightly wounded, non-combatants, combatants, and volunteers last, each group being separated by age, youngest first and oldest last. We're holding the area around the stables for now but from what I've heard the majority of their forces are being distracted by some kind of duel. It's only a matter of time before we're overwhelmed though. I'd give you an estimate on how much longer we needed for full evacuation, but people are still streaming in. Everyone who's waiting to get out is either tasked with caring for the wounded or getting more chariots and pegasi into the sky. So in short, about as well as could be expected."

Airmax just shook his head, as if he were either annoyed or amused by something. If there was something on Airmax's mind, he didn't share it with Mikal. "Very well. We must ensure we get as many campers away from here as possible."

And, just as suddenly as he appeared, Airmax rode off again, leaving Mikal with a host of questions, like "Why am I the one in charge?" and "How do you plan to fit on the back of a pegasus?"

Of course, none were answered. That would be too easy.

"Mikal!"

Mikal silently cursed to himself; he was really starting to hate hearing his name. Mikal was relieved, though, when he turned to see Thett and Cermank approaching the stables. At least now he knew his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend were safe. He jogged over to his two friends, who took a second to catch their breath. "Hey, are you two okay? No wounds or anything?" Mikal asked, checking them both over with his eyes as he asked.

"No, we"re good. What"s the evacuation looking like? We heard to come here." Thett asked, and Mikal gestured for his two friends to follow him as he walked into the stables themselves.

Progress was going slowly, but it was going as fast as he could make it go. On one side of the stables, a team of Hephaestus kids were working on assembling chariots as quickly as they could, rigging them up to whatever pegasi were still hanging around the stables, occasionally nabbing a few returning pegasi to rig to a chariot -- chariots could take four or five people at a time, whereas a pegasus could take maybe two on it"s own. The other side of the stables was cleared out, and tables were set up to let some of the kids of Apollo work on the more seriously wounded. The less-seriously wounded were running between the tables, delivering different tools and bags of ambrosia squares, and finding general ways to make themselves useful.

"We"re making progress, but it"s still slow. I"m still trying to get all the critically wounded out so that we can treat them in a more stable environment, but it"s slow work and more keep streaming in. I can try to get the two of you out as soon as possible, but you"re pretty low on the list since it goes from critically injured, to kind of injured, to non-combatants youngest to oldest -- that"s you, beauty queen --, to combatants youngest to oldest, and then finally the suicidal maniacs who are volunteering to stay with me until we get everyone out. And I intend to get everyone out before I go since I"ll be taking the last chariot out."

"Well if you're stupid enough to stick around, then so am I." Thett said simply, and Mikal nodded simply. As much as he hated putting his best friend in the line of fire, it's where he needed Thett most.

"Okay, you"re on perimeter duty. While a lot of the fighting is occurring elsewhere, there"s still monsters attacking us here. Keep them away from here for as long as you can and I"ll send someone for you when it"s time to pull back and get out of here."

Thett nodded, drawing his sword and jogging off to the sounds of the nearest fighting, leaving Mikal with Cermank. "And what can I do?" She finally asked.

Mikal had to think about what she could do for a bit. He certainly wasn't about to send her out to do fighting, since his best friend would kill him. "Get with some of the kids of Apollo and ask them how you can help. They're working their a**es off right now and I'm sure they wouldn't mind the extra hands dealing with the wounded."

Cermank nodded and jogged off to one of the tables. Mikal watched her get press-ganged into nursing, holding a bandage down onto a bleeding wound, before he trailed off into his own mind again. Coordinating the medical teams trying to stabilize all of the wounded with the evacuation teams trying to take the wounded away from the battle so actual treatment can begin while at the same time trying to coordinate the evacuation efforts with the defense so that he could get as many of the campers to safety as he could before trying to pull everyone out. From the looks and, more notably from where they were positioned, the sounds of things, the fighting was drawing closer and closer.

The stressed-out Son of Athena pinched the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb, trying to squash his rising headache as one of the kids working on the chariots came to talk to him about some other problems that they were probably facing that he would have to inevitably find a solution for.

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Thett raised his shield, blocking a sword stroke before slicing a gash through the dracanae's chest. It disappeared into a cloud of golden dust, giving the son of Poseidon only a moment's respite before having to sidestep the thrust of a spear from a mortal, re-entering the dance of death.

Thett chopped downwards, but his attack was simply sidestepped. The spearman kept thrusting forward with his lance, forcing Thett to back peddle, shield raised to block the attacks. Thett stepped inside, intending to get inside the guard of the attacker, but he wasn't expecting the butt of the spear to come around, clocking Thett on the side of the head and sending him straight to the ground. Thett could only lay there, his head spinning, and watch as the attacker stood over him, his spear raised for the kill...

...as a pair of swords burst through his chest. The attacker froze in place, his lifeblood draining quickly from his chest, before the swords were withdrawn and the attacker slumped to the side, revealing Blade-of-Truth, a lusty grin on his face that almost unnerved Thett. Freaking Ares kids, man. They liked this sh*t way too much. "Thett, man! What are you doing down there? This isn"t a good time to be taking a nap!" Blade joked lightly, offering one of his hands for Thett to use to get back onto his feet.

Thett reached up, grabbing Blade-of-Truth"s forearm, and pulled himself back up. Blade looked him up and down a bit, using a hand to lightly dust off his shirt before giving him a thumbs-up. "You"re all good to go! Just be sure to break the weapon if you"re going to step inside their guard. Otherwise you"ll just get knocked back down again."

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4/20/2015 11:23:32 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
Thett just nodded, still rubbing his head to try and ease the ringing headache. "Noted. We should think about tightening the perimeter soon. We"re starting to get overextended and unnecessarily spread out." Thett said, taking a look around them. The nearest camper other than Blade was a good two hundred yards away, and that was the only one he could see. There were supposed to be about twenty or so still defending the perimeter of the stables"

"Agreed. I"ll go ahead and sound the signal to tighten up and go around and check on everyone else. You going to be good over here? Mikal would kill me if something happens to you, not to mention the horrors Cermank would inflict on me."

Thett laughed at the thought of a fragile little daughter of Aphrodite whooping up on a big, tough son of Ares before nodding and beginning to trot back to the stables, scanning the area around him to ensure that nobody had managed to slip through the cracks. The last thing he wanted was to be fighting and get stabbed in the back because he wasn"t paying attention.

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Ten minutes was all it took. Ten short, simple minutes.

Ten minutes ago, Mikal would"ve said that everyone was going to make it through this unfortunate event. That he would be able to save everyone and get everyone to safety in time. All of the pegasi were coming in and out fast enough to speed up the evacuation schedule, more chariots were being put out into the line and were stable enough to evacuate some of the more critically wounded earlier. Things were proceeding smoothly, casualties from protecting the stables had been minimal and, as much as it pained him to think along these lines, the few casualties that there were just meant fewer people he had to ensure made it out of the camp alive.

Mikal had immediately regretted thinking about people in that fashion. He watched in broken spirits as one of the medics raised a sheet over a kid"s lifeless"s head, covering up the fact that his throat had been impaled by a spear, concealing the lifeless face of the thirteen year old boy from the eyesight of the world. Mikal vaguely recognized him, too. A son of Hephaestus, if he recalled correctly. Mikal would always see him around the forges, banging away on some project or another. What was his name, again? Mikal racked his brain, relentlessly searching for the name of the kid, but he couldn"t remember. All Mikal could do in that moment was stare at the corpse of some young kid, ruthlessly butchered before he had even the opportunity to experience of the fullness of life.

That corpse was a sign of failure, to Mikal. Not of the kid"s, but of his own. It had been his job to ensure that all the campers made it out of this cluster-fvck alive. If Mikal should"ve been able to save anyone, it should"ve been that kid. Young, weak (relatively, since you couldn"t call even the weakest halfblood "weak" in the traditional sense of the word), defenseless. If Mikal was even remotely competent at the job he"d been assigned, that kid should"ve came first in his mind. But instead, he was an afterthought, only coming into consideration after it was too late to change his gruesome fate.

Mikal tried to look at the silver lining here. Evacuations, at least so far, had been going surprisingly well. All of the critically wounded had been evacuated, meaning that they could further speed up evacuations by cramming as many warm bodies as could fit into a chariot standing. He"d gotten word back from the secured evacuation site that they had managed to stabilize and save the lives of close to ninety percent of the critically wounded that had been evacuated. He had saved a lot of lives through his actions.

It wasn"t good enough, though. It would never have been good enough. There were too many no longer among the living, too many that received an undeserved fate out of the blue. Too many that he could've saved, but now lie among the dead. Mikal wanted to puke.

"Mikal!"

Mikal was snapped from his train of depression by the shout of someone demanding his attention. A camper came up to him, gasping for air from having ran over to him. Mikal noticed an arrow protruding from his shoulder, and waved a medic over to take a look at the injured camper. "Calm down, you"re okay. What"s up?"

The camper took a few moments to catch his breath, letting the adrenaline wane a little so that he could control his own breathing, before talking. "Blade-of-Truth says that holding a perimeter around the stables is getting difficult. He figures maybe five minutes before he has to pull back to the stables or he risks getting overwhelmed."

Mikal did a mental calculation of how many campers there were still to evacuate and how many they were evacuating by minute. He grimaced mentally; it was going to be close. "Thanks, we"ll make it work. Get yourself patched up and get on the next chariot out."

The medic took the wounded camper off to the side, leaving Mikal to contemplate the current state of affairs. Even though they were shoving just about as many people as could fit into a chariot, five minutes wouldn"t be enough time to get out everyone before things got hairy. They would need to stall for time at the stables and hope that they could keep people cycling out to safety before getting out himself. Besides, the biggest headache of the century had yet to be solved:

How was Airmax going to get onto the back of a pegasus?

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They were out of time.

Blade-of-Truth backpeddled, parrying the axe swing to the side before stepping inside of his guard, ramming his shoulder into the attacker"s chest, knocking him down before stepping up and dropping his sword for the execution. Blade had to immediately turn, crossing his swords to block a sword stroke from a dracanae. He twisted his swords, rotating the sword of the dracanae"s painfully in it"s grip, forcing it to release it"s grip before throwing it to the side. Blade continued with the rotation, coming around and bringing both of his swords across the chest and neck of the beast, causing it to explode in golden monster dust.

Blade-of-Truth had a few moments to look around and scan the battlefield, and he didn"t like what he saw. They were getting overwhelmed. Attackers and monsters streamed at them multiple sides, forcing the campers onto the defensive. Campers were getting split up, too spread out. Those that were were being picked off and cut down, leaving a gap in the defensive line.

He cursed. It was too soon!

Blade-of-Truth raised his fingers to his lips, inhaled, and blew out the sharpest, loudest whistle that he could, letting the shrill ring echo through the camp. "Fall back! Fall back!" he called out, backpeddling before turning around and running backwards toward the stables.

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4/20/2015 11:26:56 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
Mikal"s head shot up from the chariot he was working on fixing when the whistle rang out in his ears from the distance. He glanced down at his wrist then, realizing that he didn"t actually have a watch on his wrist, grabbed the wrist of the nearest person with a watch and looked at the time. Three minutes had past. Mikal cursed loudly before returning the wrist of a very confused looking son of Hephaestus. He needed more time than this!

"Cermank!" he called, turning away from the chariot after slamming the last few parts into place and rummaging around some of the tables for his spear and shield. His mind was working in overdrive right now, furiously trying to make the necessary adjustments to ensure that he saved as many people as possible.

Mikal heard Cermank run to his side as he was strapping his shield to his left arm. "Yes, Mikal?"

"I need you to gather up everyone who"s not doing anything absolutely vital and find them weapons. They should have their own weapons from making the trek here, but if they don"t there should be spares lying around here somewhere. If you can"t find any, then arm them with something. Knives, spare chariot parts, two-by-fours, it doesn"t matter. We have maybe a minute before they"re going to be on top of us and we need to hold the stables until we can get everyone out of here. Then go oversee the evacuations and make sure things proceed as quickly and calmly as possible."

Cermank simply nodded before running off, leaving Mikal to contemplate the defense of the stables. Two entrances, a few windows, hundreds of incoming monsters. Mikal let out a small sigh. Piece of cake.

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Oh yeah. Piece of cake. Mikal raised his shield to block the thrust of a sword, shoving his shield forward to push the attacker off guard before lancing the attacker through the heart with his spear. Mikal turned his head and raised his shield in time to deflect an arrow aimed for his heart. The wave after wave of monsters and invaders were just peachy.

Mikal ignored his mental complaints as another invader charged at him, running straight into Mikal"s shield and hitting the ground hard. Mikal lowered his spear to finish him off when "Duck!" entered his ears. Mikal reflexively hit the ground, thett"s sword passing through the area he was once standing and impaling an attacker to Mikal"s blind side. Mikal stood back up, finishing off the previously downed foe with a simple thrust before giving his best friend an appreciative nod.

"Mikal!"

Mikal felt the presence of someone"s back pressed against his, the voice of Cermank reassuring him that the presence was friendly. "How"s the evacuation going Cermank?" he asked, his shield level to deflect incoming arrows that poked at his defenses, looking for any lapse in his attention.

"We"re almost done with all the people who aren"t currently focused on defending the stables. Once the chariot that"s being packed right now leaves, it"s us, thett, and Blade. And there"s still been no sign of Airmax."

Mikal cursed at the centaur. Where could he possibly be? "We can worry about Airmax later. Get the rest of those people on the chariot, then help Blade in holding his side. Once the chariot comes back, we"re getting out of here."

Cermank nodded, the presence of her body against his back fleeing his senses. He refocused his mind on defending the stables, continuing to block the rain of arrows with his shield as he took a moment to glance around the stables to inspect the situation in full.

Thett was to his right, busy himself defending the stables. His own shield was occupied with defending against the onslaught of arrows, and his sword was dueling with that of a dracanae. Cermank was doing her best to rush people onto the chariots, pushing people onto its platform like a mom shepherding her kids. Occasionally she would turn around if a dracanae or invader managed to slip past the defenses, dispatching it with a quick flourishing of a knife before returning to her motherly duties. "Why does thett always get the hot chicks?" Mikal mentally b*tched before refocusing his attention.

Blade-of-Truth, true to his heritage, was being a beast. The son of Ares spun in a verifiable maelstrom of chaos and carnage, spraying chunks of monster and blasts of golden dust in every which way. Every move was fluent and efficient, his blades not resting from their thirst for the ichor of monsters and the blood of man.

But even he was slowly losing ground. His arms and legs were covered in various cuts and gashes. His shirt was in tatters and stained red in a mix of his own blood and the blood of his enemies. An arrow whizzed through the crowd, embedding itself in his shoulder. He spun backwards a few steps, his swords carving the necessary breathing space for him to pull the arrow from his shoulder, tossing it to the side before returning to the fray.

"Mikal! We"re all ready to get out of here!" Cermank shouted over the fighting. Mikal nodded, shoving his spear through the chest of an invader before knocking him down with his shield.

"Thett! Get Blade and Cermank and start loading up! I"ll cover you!" Mikal shouted to Thett. Thett gave Mikal a mystified look before running back toward Blade-of-Truth.

Standing alone against the tide of attackers, Mikal began to slowly back up, step by careful step, his lance leveled to deter people from coming into striking distance. The son of Athena occasionally thrust his spear forward to discourage some of the more adventurous souls from pressing his retreat. The occasional arrow would whizz by him, demanding that he raise his shield to deflect it. Mikal grimaced, thrusting his spear forward again to deter a dracanae from following him; the more he was stepping back, the bolder they were growing.

An invader rushed forward, his own pike leveled at Mikal"s chest. Mikal raised his shield to block the thrust, returning the favor by impaling his spear through the invader"s chest. Mikal pulled on his spear to retrieve it from the now-dead attacker"s chest.

It didn"t budge. It was stuck.

Like a bursting dam, the enemy surged forward, any inhibitions eradicated entirely by a new-found bloodlust. Mikal released his grip on the haft of the spear, letting it fall down with the dead invader it was impaled in, before bending down to grab the handle of something, anything to use as a weapon. Mikal felt wood brush against his palm, gripping and bringing it upwards in a deadly arc at an oncoming dracanae. The head of the shovel smashed into the reckless monster, causing it to stumble back. Another dracanae slithered up to replace it, swinging a curved blade at Mikal"s neck. Mikal raised his shield in time to block it, stepping forward and shoving the head of the shovel through the chest of the dracanae. The monster"s grip on it"s sword loosened, and Mikal released the shovel, grabbing the sword from it"s claws and turning it on it"s owner"s neck, severing it from it"s head in a single, savage swing.

Mikal spun the blade around in his hand, testing the weight as the monster slumped down in front of him. It was a little too top-heavy for his tastes, but it would have to do. Without hesitation, Mikal plunged himself into the repetition of hack-and-slash, letting his well-honed combat instincts take over his body while his mind kicked into overdrive.

Parry a sword strike, reverse and bring the blade across the midsection of an invader. Thett was climbing into the chariot, taking Cermank"s hand and helping her up into it. Mikal took another step back. Side-step a spear thrust, step inside his guard and thrust the sword through his chest, pulling it out to parry an overhand cut. Blade was shouting from somewhere behind Mikal that they were all in the chariot. They were waiting on him.

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4/20/2015 11:29:25 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
Mikal cursed, continuing to take steps back towards the chariot. They"d need more room to take off or they"d be dead before they got off the ground. Someone would have to stay behind and keep them all occupied"

"Go! Get out of here!" He shouted, waving them to go and turning back to the oncoming horde, raising his shield to block an arrow. He could hear the shouts of his distraught friends behind him, begging him to just get in the chariot so that they could go, but he knew that doing so would only condemn his friends to death. His friends wouldn"t join that boy in Hades. Not if he could do anything about it.

There Mikal stood, a martyr for his friends, facing down a seemingly unending horde of enemies, knowing that he couldn"t stand alone, but knowing that he didn"t have much of a choice. The wave of enemies surged forward to him, a wave of doom and despair that he was the sole breaker for.

A wave that was cut down by a hail of arrows.

Mikal turned at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder to see Airmax looking down at him, a warm smile on his face. "A-Airmax?! Where have you been?!" Mikal questioned, not understanding what was going on.

But Airmax didn"t give him the pleasure of a response. The centaur just shook his elderly head, pointing to the chariot with his bow-hand. "Go. Escape. I"ve got this."

The thought baffled Mikal, who didn"t want to accept that the camp"s mentor would sacrifice himself just to save some kid of Athena. "What? No! You gotta make it out! You"re Airmax! We need you! How are we supposed to keep going without you?"

Airmax just shook his head, a light chuckle on his lips, as if he was amused by the antics of a small child. "Always so full of doubt, yet not having a reason for doubt. You were a born leader Mikal. You were born with an amazing ability to lead and command. Believe in yourself and you can do it." Airmax explained simply, then looking past Mikal. "Thett! Cermank! Would you do me a favor and get Mikal for me?"

Mikal"s thoughts were a rush, his senses dulled and his hearing deaf as his friends dragged him back to the chariot, ignorant to his kicking and screaming and struggling to break free. He couldn"t accept that his leader and mentor would be sacrificing himself for him. He couldn"t accept it!

He wasn"t given a choice. Between the combined might of Thett and Cermank, he was wrestled into the chariot and virtually sat on to prevent from jumping out again. Thett took the reins and, with a sharp crack, sent the chariot flying out of the stables, into the sky, and toward safety and an uncertain future.

---==---

Esocial was pissed off. Like, royally mad.

It didn"t have anything to do with the battle; it had gone about as smoothly as she was expecting. It didn"t have anything to do with the fact that her informant hadn"t made it back to her through the battle; that had been a little too much to hope for. It didn"t have anything to do with the higher than expected loss of life; she had done everything in her ability to control her armies and rein in the monsters to take as many prisoners as possible to minimize the number of casualties there had to be.

It had everything to do with the fact that her idiot little brother had nearly gotten himself killed.

"What were you thinking!? You went off on your own, in the middle of a battlefield, without any kind of protection? You could"ve been killed!" she chastised RevNge. She had to be an odd sight to behold: swollen cheek, bruised face, a rolled up bit of tissue paper shoved up her nostril to pent up the flow of blood, standing over her cowering little brother and berating him for putting himself in unnecessary danger. The irony of it wasn"t unknown to her, but she chose to ignore that thought.

"Esocial, I"m fine! I didn"t get hurt. I"m okay." he just kept saying, which didn"t address a single one of her sisterly concerns for her brother"s well-being. She opened her mouth to begin a second wave of verbal assaults on her brother"s decision making and intellect for making such a rash, irresponsible, stupid decision, but closed her mouth; it probably wouldn"t do anything.

"We can continue this later. Just head back to the camp for now. I need to deal with a few more things." Esocial said dismissively, turning her back on her brother with a frustrated "Hmph!" and walking back out onto the open battlefield.

The previously storming field of death and destruction now lay as still as the corpses that littered it"s grassy face. She stepped over the corpse of one of her own half-siblings, continuing her route through the carnage. So many dead, so much needless loss of life was strewn over the fields like littered trash. Esocial muttered a curse to the Gods under her breath, faulting them with every single life lost, swearing vengeance.

"Esocial! Babe!"

The demititan froze, her face filled with horror and disgust. She didn"t want to turn around. She didn"t want to face him, with his horrid behavior and crude humor and rancid breath"

Esocial turned around to face Imabench.

To say that imabench was a mess would be unfair since his usual appearance gave an entirely new meaning to the term "disheveled", but his rags were usually not covered in the blood and guts of other people.

imabench looked down on the ground, apparently scanning the grounds for something, before swearing loudly and violently and picking up the corpse of a teenager. "Babe! Why couldn"t we invade somewhere more south of here! Like in Louisiana or Texas! The meat up here is too bland, not enough spice." he complained loudly, reaching into a pouch tied to his waist and retrieving a gallon container of tabasco sauce. Esocial fought the fiercest urge to vomit while imabench doused the arm of the deceased demigod in tabasco, tugged it off of the body, and took a bite out of the flesh.

Esocial did her best to stay composed. "ima, you know as well as I do that this is the only demigod camp in the world and it"s the only thing that protected the Gods against a direct assault. Besides, we already detoured through Texas for you!" she protested firmly, making Imabench laugh boisterously in response. He reached up to his mouth, very visibly picking at what looked like a piece of a blood vein that was wedged in between his teeth.

"Ahhh, I remember. Taco Bell was really good, almost as good as the Mexicans that worked there! I love spicy food"" imabench reminisced, his eyes rolling up in a savage daydream that Esocial had no motivation to learn the contents of.

"Uhm, yes. Well, make sure that your forces are prepared to march out soon. We"ll return to camp and make sure that all of the prisoners are properly detained back at our main camp before we march on New York City."

Imabench just waved the orders dismissively with his hand. "Yeah, yeah. I"ll keep my end of the bargain. Make sure that you remember yours!" he said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows and making erotic hip movements that made esocial want to vomit. Thankfully, however, the troll king began to wander off, making obscene noises and gestures and occasionally making a giddy noise whenever he came across someone of hispanic origins before making a snack out of the corpse.

Esocial just put her face in her hand and sighed. She couldn"t understand how she put up with him on days like these. At least he hadn"t tried to force upon her sharing a room...yet"

"A won battle and the commander has her head in her hands? That can"t be a good sign."

The surprise voice from her second-in-command coming from behind her always made her jump. This time was no exception. "I swear to gods that you"re going to give me a heart attack one of these days." Bladerunner simply laughed at the thought, but didn"t make any comment. Esocial knew what he was looking for. She didn"t feel like giving him the satisfaction of knowing her thoughts. "How many prisoners did we take?"

--->
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4/20/2015 11:57:41 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 11:18:47 AM, Zaradi wrote:
I normally won't put these in the tops of episodes, but since I've pulled a Rev and not updated this in ages, I'll include the links to all the past episodes before I get started. So if you're new to the series or want to refresh your mind on what all has happened thus far, stop right here and visit these links first before continuing:

y u hate meh
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4/20/2015 11:58:36 AM
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--->

There was a short pause. "A few hundred. Estimated sixty percent of their camp numbers. We have to make a few adjustments to what we planned to do to keep them all securely imprisoned, but we should be able to hold them all without too much difficulty. About thirty-five percent of the campers died. Five percent managed to escape on the backs of pegasi. Lacking air support we were unable to follow them."

Esocial waived off the concern for the escapees. "We have enough prisoners that one of them has to have some sort of idea of where they went. And our mole never made it back to us; they may try to report back in and we can get information from them then."

Esocial thought about the idea she proposed for a few moments, then nodded reaffirmingly: she knew who to talk to to get a lead.

---==---
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4/20/2015 11:59:31 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 11:58:36 AM, Zaradi wrote:
Finally
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:08:57 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 11:18:47 AM, Zaradi wrote:

---==---

By the Gods this chick was fast.
That's what he said.

Endarkened was a good fighter -- no, he was a damned good fighter -- but even he was having a tough time keeping up with this chick. Endarkened raised his shield to block an overhand chop, then was forced to quickly jump,
Yes, yes, please jump me senpai
pulling his legs up
kinky ooh la la
when she reversed and swung her other sword for his knees.
You know I like my men on their knees
She kept hammering away at him,
Kinky ;)
her strikes as quick as they were precise, and Endarkened was forced to shove his shield forward, pushing her back so that he could have some breathing space before the assault renewed.
Violent shiz... yum

Blade-of-Truth could take some tips from her about how to do the whole "dual wielding" thing.
He's got the one with the tip- js...
JK LOL

The girl advanced back onto him, and Endarkened prepared himself in a defensive stance before the first strike came. After that, it was all desperate reaction time. Strike block strike parry strike block strike block strike block strike parry strike--

One sword strike managed to slip through his guard, catching him on his left shoulder, creating a gash in his left shoulder. Endark swiped his sword out feebly to create some distance before backing up, pressing his sword-hand against the wound to check if it was at all severe. It wasn"t a very lengthy cut, but the cut ran deep, his shirt already beginning to adopt a crimson stain. He figured he had about five minutes or so before he started to lose feeling in his shoulder.
Poor ennie

In the few moments Endarkened had taken to check his wound, the girl had re-engaged, stepping up and swinging her sword in an upward arc. Endark moved his shield to block it, but the uppercut was a feint, as she quickly reversed and swung for his hip with her other blade. Endark threw up a hasty parry, spinning as her sword impacted his own and swinging the flat of his shield at her head. She ducked under the shield, swinging again for his knees. Endark jumped over the blade before thrusting downwards, intending to impale her while she was crouched and immobile. She was forced to roll backwards, narrowly avoiding the thrust.

He was finally on the offensive.

Endark advanced before she had time to compose herself for another attack, cutting downwards and forcing her to parry with her blades interlocked. Endarkened thrust his shield forwards, catching her by surprise and smashing the metal frontside into her face, causing her to stumble backwards. He kept pushing forwards, swinging his blade in vicious combos that forced her onto the defensive. He cut downwards, she stepped to the side. He feinted a thrust before reversing to the side, she predicted the feint and parried it with her blade. He thrusted his blade forwards, she batted it aside.
Go esocial!

The fight continued in this manner for what seemed like years, with Endark just trying to find a way through her defense that just seemingly wasn"t there. He could feel his wounded shoulder start to ache more and more as he fought, but he blocked out the pain and forced himself to keep fighting. He couldn"t stop now. If he stopped now he was dead and his friends wouldn"t have enough time to escape. He had to keep fighting!

but I want you as my prisoner senpai

Endark made his mistake from this tunnel vision. He rushed forward, leaping to thrust forward with the momentum, but didn"t expect her to roll forward, under his sword thrust to come up behind him. Endark tried to move to the side to avoid the inevitable skewering, but her sword was swift, the edge of the blade cutting into his side and leaving a long gash along his hip. She raised her sword to overhead cut him, and he raised his shield to respond. He wasn"t expecting the feint, however, and his knee buckled from her firmly planting her boot into it.

Crack!

His leg collapsed and Endark was forced onto one knee.
Bow to me bish
The pain flared through his body like he had just been stomped on by the Minotaur a few dozen times. Even his adrenaline couldn"t block out the fact that his knee was less than usable. She raised her swords to strike down onto him, and it was all he could do to raise his shield in time to block the strikes.
Okay esocial- get your hands off my man now bish

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Strike after strike after strike rang down against his shield, demanding that he gave way and accepted the inevitability of his demise. The gash on his shoulder physically crippled him, pleading with him to just give in, to accept defeat and embrace the peace of death. Endarkened was exhausted, wounded, bleeding, tired, and very annoyed -- he had been this close to beating Blade_of_Truth, yet couldn"t beat some b*tch who was doing the exact same thing?! But the one thing he wasn"t, even if everything else he was was true, was a quitter. And he refused to give up.

Endarkened waited for the sword to impact the shield again before jumping forward with his good leg, running his body into hers and knocking her to the ground like an NFL linebacker. He clamored his way on top of her,
kinky
raising his fist and sending it crashing down into the side of her face.
I do like it rough... ;)
His fist came up and slammed down again, and again, and again. Blood gushed from her nose after the second hit.
I do get nosebleeds from my senpai

He went for the fifth fist to the face when she finally got her arm free, turning with all of her strength and sent her elbow into his face, staggering him and putting stars in his vision. He could feel the boot pressing against his chest, shoving him off so that he was lying on his back.
You know those stars and fireworks- he sees them...

"Dammit body, move! Keep fighting! Keep going!"
Move- move senpai- move
Endark begged his body, but there wasn"t any gas left in his tank. His left arm was entirely numb from the cut at his shoulder. His side ached from the gash at his hip. His leg was entirely busted, and he was pretty sure his knee was just broken entirely. There wasn"t a whole lot left for him to be able to do. He was forced to just lay there,
After time with me- ya brah
his vision flickering in and out. Despite the heat of the day and the physical body heat from fighting, his body felt like it had tossed into a deep freezer. Exhaustion, exhaustion that seemingly sprang from a crowd of adrenaline and energy, tugged at the back of his eyes, pleading with him to just close his eyes, just for a second, only for a second.

His vision was fading. The bright, blue sky of the day was tinged with black as a shadow loomed over him. She stood over him, her twin blades in her hand, the blood still dripping from her nose and onto his chest.

Plop!

She looked down at him, with the oddest look in her eyes. Was that pity in her eyes? Genuine remorse? It couldn"t have been; she was leading an attack that would kill hundreds of demigods, and had probably killed her fair share in the battle alone. And now she was grieving the death of one random son of Ares?

Plop!

She raised her blades, intending to probably put him out of his misery, before sheathing them in the scabbards that hung at her waists. "What is she doing?" reverberated in the back of his mind as she bent down, tearing off a bit of fabric and pressing it against his shoulder, waving to someone in a distant land that he couldn"t quite see. Was she trying to help him?

Awwwwww

Plop!
Zaradi, you can use better onomatopoeias to make sounds of swords going in an out of sheaths... just saying..
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:09:34 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
I'm such a whore... lol
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:15:29 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 12:13:47 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:09:34 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
I'm such a whore... lol

Wat

http://www.debate.org...
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:17:32 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 12:15:29 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:13:47 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:09:34 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
I'm such a whore... lol

Wat

http://www.debate.org...

I know. I'm saying wat to your sexual interpretation of the fight scene.
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4/20/2015 12:18:53 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 12:17:32 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:15:29 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:13:47 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:09:34 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
I'm such a whore... lol

Wat

http://www.debate.org...

I know. I'm saying wat to your sexual interpretation of the fight scene.

#IDK #TEENGURLPROBLEMS #YUBSOANNIE
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:20:40 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 11:21:31 AM, Zaradi wrote:
"Mikal!"

The son of Athena whipped his head around to watch Airmax gallop to his side, a concerned look on his face. The concern was understandable, though. The fate of the camp was looking rather grim, and they still hadn't the slightest clue who the invaders were, or even where they had come from.

"Mikal, how goes the evacuations?"

For some reason, Airmax had left him in charge of overseeing the evacuation. Mikal wasn't really complaining about it, it wasn't like Athena couldn't make plans, but the part that confused him the most was the "Why me?" part.
Self dep, rly Mikal?

"We're making about as much progress as we can. We have our pegasi running circuits to the US/Canadian border currently. I sent a group of Ares and Apollo cabin to secure a landing zone, and now we're funneling as many people there as we can in chariots or bareback. Priority list is critically wounded, slightly wounded, non-combatants, combatants, and volunteers last, each group being separated by age, youngest first and oldest last.
Brilliant- all the younger ones will wreck havoc
We're holding the area around the stables for now but from what I've heard the majority of their forces are being distracted by some kind of duel. It's only a matter of time before we're overwhelmed though. I'd give you an estimate on how much longer we needed for full evacuation, but people are still streaming in. Everyone who's waiting to get out is either tasked with caring for the wounded or getting more chariots and pegasi into the sky. So in short, about as well as could be expected."

Airmax just shook his head, as if he were either annoyed or amused by something. If there was something on Airmax's mind, he didn't share it with Mikal. "Very well. We must ensure we get as many campers away from here as possible."

Max is a bad guy! D:

And, just as suddenly as he appeared, Airmax rode off again, leaving Mikal with a host of questions, like "Why am I the one in charge?" and "How do you plan to fit on the back of a pegasus?"

Of course, none were answered. That would be too easy.

"Mikal!"

Mikal silently cursed to himself; he was really starting to hate hearing his name. Mikal was relieved, though, when he turned to see Thett and Cermank approaching the stables. At least now he knew his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend were safe. He jogged over to his two friends, who took a second to catch their breath. "Hey, are you two okay? No wounds or anything?" Mikal asked, checking them both over with his eyes as he asked.

CUTE

"No, we"re good. What"s the evacuation looking like? We heard to come here." Thett asked, and Mikal gestured for his two friends to follow him as he walked into the stables themselves.

Progress was going slowly, but it was going as fast as he could make it go. On one side of the stables, a team of Hephaestus kids were working on assembling chariots as quickly as they could, rigging them up to whatever pegasi were still hanging around the stables, occasionally nabbing a few returning pegasi to rig to a chariot -- chariots could take four or five people at a time, whereas a pegasus could take maybe two on it"s own. The other side of the stables was cleared out, and tables were set up to let some of the kids of Apollo work on the more seriously wounded. The less-seriously wounded were running between the tables, delivering different tools and bags of ambrosia squares, and finding general ways to make themselves useful.

"We"re making progress, but it"s still slow. I"m still trying to get all the critically wounded out so that we can treat them in a more stable environment, but it"s slow work and more keep streaming in. I can try to get the two of you out as soon as possible, but you"re pretty low on the list since it goes from critically injured, to kind of injured, to non-combatants youngest to oldest -- that"s you, beauty queen --,
lol
to combatants youngest to oldest, and then finally the suicidal maniacs who are volunteering to stay with me until we get everyone out. And I intend to get everyone out before I go since I"ll be taking the last chariot out."

Poor Mikal- have to take a chariot out, cuz he can't get a girl.

"Well if you're stupid enough to stick around, then so am I." Thett said simply, and Mikal nodded simply. As much as he hated putting his best friend in the line of fire, it's where he needed Thett most.
Aww- BROMANCE

"Okay, you"re on perimeter duty.."
No complaining? ok

Thett nodded, drawing his sword and jogging off to the sounds of the nearest fighting, leaving Mikal with Cermank. "And what can I do?" She finally asked.

Mikal had to think about what she could do for a bit. He certainly wasn't about to send her out to do fighting, since his best friend would kill him. "Get with some of the kids of Apollo and ask them how you can help. They're working their a**es off right now and I'm sure they wouldn't mind the extra hands dealing with the wounded."

Cermank nodded and jogged off to one of the tables. Mikal watched her get press-ganged into nursing, holding a bandage down onto a bleeding wound, before he trailed off into his own mind again.
You won't kill her off, would you? o.O

The stressed-out Son of Athena pinched the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb, trying to squash his rising headache as one of the kids working on the chariots came to talk to him about some other problems that they were probably facing that he would have to inevitably find a solution for.

---==---

Thett raised his shield, blocking a sword stroke before slicing a gash through the dracanae's chest. It disappeared into a cloud of golden dust, giving the son of Poseidon only a moment's respite before having to sidestep the thrust of a spear from a mortal, re-entering the dance of death.

YOU BASTARD YOU CANT KILL THETT
...as a pair of swords burst through his chest.
YES
The attacker froze in place, his lifeblood draining quickly from his chest, before the swords were withdrawn and the attacker slumped to the side, revealing Blade-of-Truth, a lusty grin on his face that almost unnerved Thett. Freaking Ares kids, man. They liked this sh*t way too much.
hell ya
"Thett, man! What are you doing down there? This isn"t a good time to be taking a nap!" Blade joked lightly, offering one of his hands for Thett to use to get back onto his feet.

Thett reached up, grabbing Blade-of-Truth"s forearm, and pulled himself back up. Blade looked him up and down a bit, using a hand to lightly dust off his shirt before giving him a thumbs-up. "You"re all good to go! Just be sure to break the weapon if you"re going to step inside their guard. Otherwise you"ll just get knocked back down

(8) I GET KNOCKED DOWN BUT I GET UP AGAIN (8)
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:24:53 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 11:23:32 AM, Zaradi wrote:
Thett just nodded, still rubbing his head to try and ease the ringing headache. "Noted. We should think about tightening the perimeter soon. We"re starting to get overextended and unnecessarily spread out." Thett said, taking a look around them. The nearest camper other than Blade was a good two hundred yards away, and that was the only one he could see. There were supposed to be about twenty or so still defending the perimeter of the stables"

"Agreed. I"ll go ahead and sound the signal to tighten up and go around and check on everyone else. You going to be good over here? Mikal would kill me if something happens to you, not to mention the horrors Cermank would inflict on me."

EXACTLY

Thett laughed at the thought of a fragile little daughter of Aphrodite whooping up on a big, tough son of Ares before nodding and beginning to trot back to the stables, scanning the area around him to ensure that nobody had managed to slip through the cracks. The last thing he wanted was to be fighting and get stabbed in the back because he wasn"t paying attention.

Geez
---==---

Ten minutes was all it took. Ten short, simple minutes.

Ten minutes ago, Mikal would"ve said that everyone was going to make it through this unfortunate event. That he would be able to save everyone and get everyone to safety in time. Things were proceeding smoothly, casualties from protecting the stables had been minimal and, as much as it pained him to think along these lines, the few casualties that there were just meant fewer people he had to ensure made it out of the camp alive.
YAY

Mikal had immediately regretted thinking about people in that fashion. He watched in broken spirits as one of the medics raised a sheet over a kid"s lifeless"s head, covering up the fact that his throat had been impaled by a spear, concealing the lifeless face of the thirteen year old boy from the eyesight of the world.
AWWW
Mikal vaguely recognized him, too. A son of Hephaestus, if he recalled correctly. Mikal would always see him around the forges, banging away on some project or another. What was his name, again? Mikal racked his brain, relentlessly searching for the name of the kid, but he couldn"t remember. All Mikal could do in that moment was stare at the corpse of some young kid, ruthlessly butchered before he had even the opportunity to experience of the fullness of life.
AWW. Sentimental :(

That corpse was a sign of failure, to Mikal. Not of the kid"s, but of his own.
well ...
It had been his job to ensure that all the campers made it out of this cluster-fvck alive. If Mikal should"ve been able to save anyone, it should"ve been that kid. Young, weak (relatively, since you couldn"t call even the weakest halfblood "weak" in the traditional sense of the word), defenseless. If Mikal was even remotely competent at the job he"d been assigned, that kid should"ve came first in his mind. But instead, he was an afterthought, only coming into consideration after it was too late to change his gruesome fate.
/:

It wasn"t good enough, though. It would never have been good enough. There were too many no longer among the living, too many that received an undeserved fate out of the blue. Too many that he could've saved, but now lie among the dead. Mikal wanted to puke.

poor mikal

"Mikal!"

Mikal was snapped from his train of depression by the shout of someone demanding his attention. A camper came up to him, gasping for air from having ran over to him. Mikal noticed an arrow protruding from his shoulder, and waved a medic over to take a look at the injured camper. "Calm down, you"re okay. What"s up?"

The camper took a few moments to catch his breath, letting the adrenaline wane a little so that he could control his own breathing, before talking. "Blade-of-Truth says that holding a perimeter around the stables is getting difficult. He figures maybe five minutes before he has to pull back to the stables or he risks getting overwhelmed."

He's gonna die
Mikal did a mental calculation of how many campers there were still to evacuate and how many they were evacuating by minute. He grimaced mentally; it was going to be close. "Thanks, we"ll make it work. Get yourself patched up and get on the next chariot out."

The medic took the wounded camper off to the side, leaving Mikal to contemplate the current state of affairs. Even though they were shoving just about as many people as could fit into a chariot, five minutes wouldn"t be enough time to get out everyone before things got hairy. They would need to stall for time at the stables and hope that they could keep people cycling out to safety before getting out himself. Besides, the biggest headache of the century had yet to be solved:
So- he's just standing there, giving orders?

How was Airmax going to get onto the back of a pegasus?

o_o
---==---

They were out of time.

Blade-of-Truth backpeddled, parrying the axe swing to the side before stepping inside of his guard, ramming his shoulder into the attacker"s chest, knocking him down before stepping up and dropping his sword for the execution. Blade had to immediately turn, crossing his swords to block a sword stroke from a dracanae. He twisted his swords, rotating the sword of the dracanae"s painfully in it"s grip, forcing it to release it"s grip before throwing it to the side. Blade continued with the rotation, coming around and bringing both of his swords across the chest and neck of the beast, causing it to explode in golden monster dust.

Blade-of-Truth had a few moments to look around and scan the battlefield, and he didn"t like what he saw. They were getting overwhelmed. Attackers and monsters streamed at them multiple sides, forcing the campers onto the defensive. Campers were getting split up, too spread out. Those that were were being picked off and cut down, leaving a gap in the defensive line.

He cursed. It was too soon!

Blade-of-Truth raised his fingers to his lips, inhaled, and blew out the sharpest, loudest whistle that he could, letting the shrill ring echo through the camp. "Fall back! Fall back!" he called out, backpeddling before turning around and running backwards toward the stables.

Oh noes!

---==---
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:28:38 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 11:26:56 AM, Zaradi wrote:
Mikal"s head shot up.. He needed more time than this!

Time is a slut- she screws everyone

"Cermank!" he called,

Mikal heard Cermank run to his side as he was strapping his shield to his left arm. "Yes, Mikal?"

"I need you to gather up everyone who"s not doing anything absolutely vital and find them weapons. They should have their own weapons from making the trek here, but if they don"t there should be spares lying around here somewhere. If you can"t find any, then arm them with something. Knives, spare chariot parts, two-by-fours, it doesn"t matter. We have maybe a minute before they"re going to be on top of us and we need to hold the stables until we can get everyone out of here. Then go oversee the evacuations and make sure things proceed as quickly and calmly as possible."

Cermank will die.
Cermank simply nodded before running off, leaving Mikal to contemplate the defense of the stables. Two entrances, a few windows, hundreds of incoming monsters. Mikal let out a small sigh. Piece of cake.
No

---==---

Oh yeah. Piece of cake.
duh
Mikal raised his shield to block the thrust of a sword, shoving his shield forward to push the attacker off guard before lancing the attacker through the heart with his spear. Mikal turned his head and raised his shield in time to deflect an arrow aimed for his heart. The wave after wave of monsters and invaders were just peachy.

Mikal ignored his mental complaints as another invader charged at him, running straight into Mikal"s shield and hitting the ground hard. Mikal lowered his spear to finish him off when "Duck!" entered his ears. Mikal reflexively hit the ground, thett"s sword passing through the area he was once standing and impaling an attacker to Mikal"s blind side. Mikal stood back up, finishing off the previously downed foe with a simple thrust before giving his best friend an appreciative nod.

"Mikal!"

bromance

Mikal felt the presence of someone"s back pressed against his, the voice of Cermank reassuring him that the presence was friendly. "How"s the evacuation going Cermank?" he asked, his shield level to deflect incoming arrows that poked at his defenses, looking for any lapse in his attention.

"We"re almost done with all the people who aren"t currently focused on defending the stables. Once the chariot that"s being packed right now leaves, it"s us, thett, and Blade. And there"s still been no sign of Airmax."

Mikal cursed at the centaur. Where could he possibly be? "We can worry about Airmax later. Get the rest of those people on the chariot, then help Blade in holding his side. Once the chariot comes back, we"re getting out of here."

Cermank nodded, the presence of her body against his back fleeing his senses. He refocused his mind on defending the stables, continuing to block the rain of arrows with his shield as he took a moment to glance around the stables to inspect the situation in full.

Thett was to his right, busy himself defending the stables. His own shield was occupied with defending against the onslaught of arrows, and his sword was dueling with that of a dracanae. Cermank was doing her best to rush people onto the chariots, pushing people onto its platform like a mom shepherding her kids. Occasionally she would turn around if a dracanae or invader managed to slip past the defenses, dispatching it with a quick flourishing of a knife before returning to her motherly duties. "Why does thett always get the hot chicks?" Mikal mentally b*tched before refocusing his attention.
LOL

Blade-of-Truth, true to his heritage, was being a beast. The son of Ares spun in a verifiable maelstrom of chaos and carnage, spraying chunks of monster and blasts of golden dust in every which way. Every move was fluent and efficient, his blades not resting from their thirst for the ichor of monsters and the blood of man.

But even he was slowly losing ground. His arms and legs were covered in various cuts and gashes. His shirt was in tatters and stained red in a mix of his own blood and the blood of his enemies. An arrow whizzed through the crowd, embedding itself in his shoulder. He spun backwards a few steps, his swords carving the necessary breathing space for him to pull the arrow from his shoulder, tossing it to the side before returning to the fray.
SoMEONE'S gonna die

"Mikal! We"re all ready to get out of here!" Cermank shouted over the fighting. Mikal nodded, shoving his spear through the chest of an invader before knocking him down with his shield.

"Thett! Get Blade and Cermank and start loading up! I"ll cover you!" Mikal shouted to Thett. Thett gave Mikal a mystified look before running back toward Blade-of-Truth.

Standing alone against the tide of attackers, Mikal began to slowly back up, step by careful step, his lance leveled to deter people from coming into striking distance. The son of Athena occasionally thrust his spear forward to discourage some of the more adventurous souls from pressing his retreat. The occasional arrow would whizz by him, demanding that he raise his shield to deflect it. Mikal grimaced, thrusting his spear forward again to deter a dracanae from following him; the more he was stepping back, the bolder they were growing.

An invader rushed forward, his own pike leveled at Mikal"s chest. Mikal raised his shield to block the thrust, returning the favor by impaling his spear through the invader"s chest. Mikal pulled on his spear to retrieve it from the now-dead attacker"s chest.

It didn"t budge. It was stuck.

Uh oh

Like a bursting dam, the enemy surged forward, any inhibitions eradicated entirely by a new-found bloodlust. Mikal released his grip on the haft of the spear, letting it fall down with the dead invader it was impaled in, before bending down to grab the handle of something, anything to use as a weapon. Mikal felt wood brush against his palm, gripping and bringing it upwards in a deadly arc at an oncoming dracanae. The head of the shovel smashed into the reckless monster, causing it to stumble back. Another dracanae slithered up to replace it, swinging a curved blade at Mikal"s neck. Mikal raised his shield in time to block it, stepping forward and shoving the head of the shovel through the chest of the dracanae. The monster"s grip on it"s sword loosened, and Mikal released the shovel, grabbing the sword from it"s claws and turning it on it"s owner"s neck, severing it from it"s head in a single, savage swing.

Mikal spun the blade around in his hand, testing the weight as the monster slumped down in front of him. It was a little too top-heavy for his tastes, but it would have to do. Without hesitation, Mikal plunged himself into the repetition of hack-and-slash, letting his well-honed combat instincts take over his body while his mind kicked into overdrive.

Parry a sword strike, reverse and bring the blade across the midsection of an invader. Thett was climbing into the chariot, taking Cermank"s hand and helping her up into it. Mikal took another step back. Side-step a spear thrust, step inside his guard and thrust the sword through his chest, pulling it out to parry an overhand cut. Blade was shouting from somewhere behind Mikal that they were all in the chariot. They were waiting on him.

He's gonna die.. leave...
---==--
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:34:09 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 11:29:25 AM, Zaradi wrote:
Mikal cursed, continuing to take steps back towards the chariot. They"d need more room to take off or they"d be dead before they got off the ground. Someone would have to stay behind and keep them all occupied"

"Go! Get out of here!" He shouted, waving them to go and turning back to the oncoming horde, raising his shield to block an arrow. He could hear the shouts of his distraught friends behind him, begging him to just get in the chariot so that they could go, but he knew that doing so would only condemn his friends to death. His friends wouldn"t join that boy in Hades. Not if he could do anything about it.
Hades= person
The Underworld/Tartarus- Hell, IIRC

A wave that was cut down by a hail of arrows.

Mikal turned at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder to see Airmax looking down at him, a warm smile on his face. "A-Airmax?! Where have you been?!" Mikal questioned, not understanding what was going on.

Finally
But Airmax didn"t give him the pleasure of a response. The centaur just shook his elderly head, pointing to the chariot with his bow-hand. "Go. Escape. I"ve got this."

The thought baffled Mikal, who didn"t want to accept that the camp"s mentor would sacrifice himself just to save some kid of Athena. "What? No! You gotta make it out! You"re Airmax! We need you! How are we supposed to keep going without you?"

Airmax just shook his head, a light chuckle on his lips, as if he was amused by the antics of a small child. "Always so full of doubt, yet not having a reason for doubt. You were a born leader Mikal. You were born with an amazing ability to lead and command. Believe in yourself and you can do it." Airmax explained simply, then looking past Mikal. "Thett! Cermank! Would you do me a favor and get Mikal for me?"

Uh oh

Mikal"s thoughts were a rush, his senses dulled and his hearing deaf as his friends dragged him back to the chariot, ignorant to his kicking and screaming and struggling to break free. He couldn"t accept that his leader and mentor would be sacrificing himself for him. He couldn"t accept it!

He wasn"t given a choice. Between the combined might of Thett and Cermank, he was wrestled into the chariot and virtually sat on to prevent from jumping out again. Thett took the reins and, with a sharp crack, sent the chariot flying out of the stables, into the sky, and toward safety and an uncertain future.

Poor him
---==---

Esocial was pissed off. Like, royally mad.

It didn"t have anything to do with the battle; it had gone about as smoothly as she was expecting. It didn"t have anything to do with the fact that her informant hadn"t made it back to her through the battle; that had been a little too much to hope for. It didn"t have anything to do with the higher than expected loss of life; she had done everything in her ability to control her armies and rein in the monsters to take as many prisoners as possible to minimize the number of casualties there had to be.

It had everything to do with the fact that her idiot little brother had nearly gotten himself killed.

"What were you thinking!? You went off on your own, in the middle of a battlefield, without any kind of protection? You could"ve been killed!" she chastised RevNge. She had to be an odd sight to behold: swollen cheek, bruised face, a rolled up bit of tissue paper shoved up her nostril to pent up the flow of blood, standing over her cowering little brother and berating him for putting himself in unnecessary danger. The irony of it wasn"t unknown to her, but she chose to ignore that thought.

Rev you brother of a bish

"Esocial, I"m fine! I didn"t get hurt. I"m okay." he just kept saying, which didn"t address a single one of her sisterly concerns for her brother"s well-being. She opened her mouth to begin a second wave of verbal assaults on her brother"s decision making and intellect for making such a rash, irresponsible, stupid decision, but closed her mouth; it probably wouldn"t do anything.

"We can continue this later. Just head back to the camp for now. I need to deal with a few more things." Esocial said dismissively, turning her back on her brother with a frustrated "Hmph!" and walking back out onto the open battlefield.

Esocial muttered a curse to the Gods under her breath, faulting them with every single life lost, swearing vengeance.

"Esocial! Babe!"

No. HOW DID HE NOT DIE?!

The demititan froze, her face filled with horror and disgust. She didn"t want to turn around. She didn"t want to face him, with his horrid behavior and crude humor and rancid breath"

Esocial turned around to face Imabench.

KILL HIM
KILL YOURSELF
To say that imabench was a mess would be unfair since his usual appearance gave an entirely new meaning to the term "disheveled", but his rags were usually not covered in the blood and guts of other people.

imabench looked down on the ground, apparently scanning the grounds for something, before swearing loudly and violently and picking up the corpse of a teenager. "Babe! Why couldn"t we invade somewhere more south of here! Like in Louisiana or Texas! The meat up here is too bland, not enough spice." he complained loudly, reaching into a pouch tied to his waist and retrieving a gallon container of tabasco sauce. Esocial fought the fiercest urge to vomit while imabench doused the arm of the deceased demigod in tabasco, tugged it off of the body, and took a bite out of the flesh.
... No...

Esocial did her best to stay composed. "ima, you know as well as I do that this is the only demigod camp in the world and it"s the only thing that protected the Gods against a direct assault. Besides, we already detoured through Texas for you!" she protested firmly, making Imabench laugh boisterously in response. He reached up to his mouth, very visibly picking at what looked like a piece of a blood vein that was wedged in between his teeth.

"Ahhh, I remember. Taco Bell was really good, almost as good as the Mexicans that worked there! I love spicy food"" imabench reminisced, his eyes rolling up in a savage daydream that Esocial had no motivation to learn the contents of.

Why couldn't he die?! *cries*
"Uhm, yes. Well, make sure that your forces are prepared to march out soon. We"ll return to camp and make sure that all of the prisoners are properly detained back at our main camp before we march on New York City."

Imabench just waved the orders dismissively with his hand. "Yeah, yeah. I"ll keep my end of the bargain. Make sure that you remember yours!" he said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows and making erotic hip movements that made esocial want to vomit.
NOOOOOO
NOO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NOOOOOOOOO
Thankfully, however, the troll king began to wander off, making obscene noises and gestures and occasionally making a giddy noise whenever he came across someone of hispanic origins before making a snack out of the corpse.

Esocial just put her face in her hand and sighed. She couldn"t understand how she put up with him on days like these. At least he hadn"t tried to force upon her sharing a room...yet"
NO

"A won battle and the commander has her head in her hands? That can"t be a good sign."

You dont have to date a disgusting putrid troll.
(Can you at least kill him please?)

The surprise voice from her second-in-command coming from behind her always made her jump. This time was no exception. "I swear to gods that you"re going to give me a heart attack one of these days." Bladerunner simply laughed at the thought, but didn"t make any comment. Esocial knew what he was looking for. She didn"t feel like giving him the satisfaction of knowing her thoughts. "How many prisoners did we take?"
Not much?
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:35:04 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 11:58:36 AM, Zaradi wrote:
--->

There was a short pause. "Lacking air support we were unable to follow them."
Thank God

Esocial waived off the concern for the escapees. "We have enough prisoners that one of them has to have some sort of idea of where they went. And our mole never made it back to us; they may try to report back in and we can get information from them then."

Hmm...

Esocial thought about the idea she proposed for a few moments, then nodded reaffirmingly: she knew who to talk to to get a lead.

Who?!
---==---

WHERE IS MY BABE?! ZARADI!
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:40:16 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 12:35:04 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:


WHERE IS MY BABE?! ZARADI!

You mean imabench? Probably off munching on a Mexican ;)

And to comment on an earlier remark, while the technical terms for hell in greek mythology is Erebus, conversationally you can look back at a lot of different texts and see that they use Hades interchangeably to mean the same thing.

And Tartarus =/= hell
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4/20/2015 12:41:56 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 12:40:16 PM, Zaradi wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:35:04 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:



WHERE IS MY BABE?! ZARADI!

You mean imabench? Probably off munching on a Mexican ;)

NO ENDARK

And to comment on an earlier remark, while the technical terms for hell in greek mythology is Erebus, conversationally you can look back at a lot of different texts and see that they use Hades interchangeably to mean the same thing.

Oh okies.

And Tartarus =/= hell

Tartarus is the depest depths of Hell.

---

Did you like my comments on the fight scene? XD
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:43:25 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 12:41:56 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:40:16 PM, Zaradi wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:35:04 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:



WHERE IS MY BABE?! ZARADI!

You mean imabench? Probably off munching on a Mexican ;)

NO ENDARK

;)

And to comment on an earlier remark, while the technical terms for hell in greek mythology is Erebus, conversationally you can look back at a lot of different texts and see that they use Hades interchangeably to mean the same thing.

Oh okies.

And Tartarus =/= hell

Tartarus is the depest depths of Hell.

Not exactly. To put it in layman's terms, it's a specific part of hell reserved for only the baddest of baddies.

---

Did you like my comments on the fight scene? XD
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4/20/2015 12:45:46 PM
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At 4/20/2015 12:43:25 PM, Zaradi wrote:
Did you like my comments on the fight scene? XD

^
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:46:22 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 12:40:16 PM, Zaradi wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:35:04 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:



WHERE IS MY BABE?! ZARADI!

You mean imabench? Probably off munching on a Mexican ;)

LOOOOOOOOOOOL
And to comment on an earlier remark, while the technical terms for hell in greek mythology is Erebus, conversationally you can look back at a lot of different texts and see that they use Hades interchangeably to mean the same thing.

And Tartarus =/= hell

True, the Underworld is a lot more complex than it's assumed to be regarding the afterlife.
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4/20/2015 12:46:49 PM
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At 4/20/2015 12:45:46 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:43:25 PM, Zaradi wrote:
Did you like my comments on the fight scene? XD

^

That means no.
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4/20/2015 12:47:42 PM
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At 4/20/2015 12:45:46 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:43:25 PM, Zaradi wrote:
Did you like my comments on the fight scene? XD

^

Using this to update the fanfic link in my sig. ;)
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4/20/2015 12:48:47 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 12:47:42 PM, Zaradi wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:45:46 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:43:25 PM, Zaradi wrote:
Did you like my comments on the fight scene? XD

^

Using this to update the fanfic link in my sig. ;)

You know you love it :P
Solonkr~
I don't care about whether an ideology is "necessary" or not,
I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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4/20/2015 12:51:08 PM
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At 4/20/2015 11:29:25 AM, Zaradi wrote:
"Esocial! Babe!"

LOL
The demititan froze, her face filled with horror and disgust. She didn"t want to turn around. She didn"t want to face him, with his horrid behavior and crude humor and rancid breath"

Would Annie be bottom for Ima?
Esocial turned around to face Imabench.

To say that imabench was a mess would be unfair since his usual appearance gave an entirely new meaning to the term "disheveled", but his rags were usually not covered in the blood and guts of other people.

imabench looked down on the ground, apparently scanning the grounds for something, before swearing loudly and violently and picking up the corpse of a teenager. "Babe! Why couldn"t we invade somewhere more south of here! Like in Louisiana or Texas! The meat up here is too bland, not enough spice." he complained loudly, reaching into a pouch tied to his waist and retrieving a gallon container of tabasco sauce. Esocial fought the fiercest urge to vomit while imabench doused the arm of the deceased demigod in tabasco, tugged it off of the body, and took a bite out of the flesh.

You know you want the D Annie :3
Esocial did her best to stay composed. "ima, you know as well as I do that this is the only demigod camp in the world and it"s the only thing that protected the Gods against a direct assault. Besides, we already detoured through Texas for you!" she protested firmly, making Imabench laugh boisterously in response. He reached up to his mouth, very visibly picking at what looked like a piece of a blood vein that was wedged in between his teeth.

Wat
"Ahhh, I remember. Taco Bell was really good, almost as good as the Mexicans that worked there! I love spicy food"" imabench reminisced, his eyes rolling up in a savage daydream that Esocial had no motivation to learn the contents of.

y u bein radcis
"Uhm, yes. Well, make sure that your forces are prepared to march out soon. We"ll return to camp and make sure that all of the prisoners are properly detained back at our main camp before we march on New York City."

Before that, though... ;D
Imabench just waved the orders dismissively with his hand. "Yeah, yeah. I"ll keep my end of the bargain. Make sure that you remember yours!" he said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows and making erotic hip movements that made esocial want to vomit.

HOLY SHT LOL
Thankfully, however, the troll king began to wander off, making obscene noises and gestures and occasionally making a giddy noise whenever he came across someone of hispanic origins before making a snack out of the corpse.

y u h8in on Mexicans m8
Esocial just put her face in her hand and sighed. She couldn"t understand how she put up with him on days like these. At least he hadn"t tried to force upon her sharing a room...yet"

Key word is "yet". ;D
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4/20/2015 12:56:38 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 12:51:08 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 4/20/2015 11:29:25 AM, Zaradi wrote:
"Esocial! Babe!"

LOL
The demititan froze, her face filled with horror and disgust. She didn"t want to turn around. She didn"t want to face him, with his horrid behavior and crude humor and rancid breath"

Would Annie be bottom for Ima?
Heil Naw
I'd be 0 for Ima.
I'm on top when it comes to gais- but there ain' no way in Hades that I'm screwing HIM
Esocial turned around to face Imabench.

To say that imabench was a mess would be unfair since his usual appearance gave an entirely new meaning to the term "disheveled", but his rags were usually not covered in the blood and guts of other people.

imabench looked down on the ground, apparently scanning the grounds for something, before swearing loudly and violently and picking up the corpse of a teenager. "Babe! Why couldn"t we invade somewhere more south of here! Like in Louisiana or Texas! The meat up here is too bland, not enough spice." he complained loudly, reaching into a pouch tied to his waist and retrieving a gallon container of tabasco sauce. Esocial fought the fiercest urge to vomit while imabench doused the arm of the deceased demigod in tabasco, tugged it off of the body, and took a bite out of the flesh.

You know you want the D Annie :3
The- En-D-arkened's yes
Esocial did her best to stay composed. "ima, you know as well as I do that this is the only demigod camp in the world and it"s the only thing that protected the Gods against a direct assault. Besides, we already detoured through Texas for you!" she protested firmly, making Imabench laugh boisterously in response. He reached up to his mouth, very visibly picking at what looked like a piece of a blood vein that was wedged in between his teeth.

Wat
i will not kiss that
"Ahhh, I remember. Taco Bell was really good, almost as good as the Mexicans that worked there! I love spicy food"" imabench reminisced, his eyes rolling up in a savage daydream that Esocial had no motivation to learn the contents of.

y u bein radcis
-_-
"Uhm, yes. Well, make sure that your forces are prepared to march out soon. We"ll return to camp and make sure that all of the prisoners are properly detained back at our main camp before we march on New York City."

Before that, though... ;D
Imabench just waved the orders dismissively with his hand. "Yeah, yeah. I"ll keep my end of the bargain. Make sure that you remember yours!" he said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows and making erotic hip movements that made esocial want to vomit.

HOLY SHT LOL
I'd rather stick an axe up my ******
Thankfully, however, the troll king began to wander off, making obscene noises and gestures and occasionally making a giddy noise whenever he came across someone of hispanic origins before making a snack out of the corpse.

y u h8in on Mexicans m8
God...
Esocial just put her face in her hand and sighed. She couldn"t understand how she put up with him on days like these. At least he hadn"t tried to force upon her sharing a room...yet"

Key word is "yet". ;D

No... my stomach... my chicken sandwich is coming back up...
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4/20/2015 12:59:26 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/20/2015 12:56:38 PM, ESocialBookworm wrote:
At 4/20/2015 12:51:08 PM, RevNge wrote:
At 4/20/2015 11:29:25 AM, Zaradi wrote:
"Esocial! Babe!"

LOL
The demititan froze, her face filled with horror and disgust. She didn"t want to turn around. She didn"t want to face him, with his horrid behavior and crude humor and rancid breath"

Would Annie be bottom for Ima?
Heil Naw
I'd be 0 for Ima.
I'm on top when it comes to gais- but there ain' no way in Hades that I'm screwing HIM
Esocial turned around to face Imabench.

To say that imabench was a mess would be unfair since his usual appearance gave an entirely new meaning to the term "disheveled", but his rags were usually not covered in the blood and guts of other people.

imabench looked down on the ground, apparently scanning the grounds for something, before swearing loudly and violently and picking up the corpse of a teenager. "Babe! Why couldn"t we invade somewhere more south of here! Like in Louisiana or Texas! The meat up here is too bland, not enough spice." he complained loudly, reaching into a pouch tied to his waist and retrieving a gallon container of tabasco sauce. Esocial fought the fiercest urge to vomit while imabench doused the arm of the deceased demigod in tabasco, tugged it off of the body, and took a bite out of the flesh.

You know you want the D Annie :3
The- En-D-arkened's yes
Esocial did her best to stay composed. "ima, you know as well as I do that this is the only demigod camp in the world and it"s the only thing that protected the Gods against a direct assault. Besides, we already detoured through Texas for you!" she protested firmly, making Imabench laugh boisterously in response. He reached up to his mouth, very visibly picking at what looked like a piece of a blood vein that was wedged in between his teeth.

Wat
i will not kiss that
"Ahhh, I remember. Taco Bell was really good, almost as good as the Mexicans that worked there! I love spicy food"" imabench reminisced, his eyes rolling up in a savage daydream that Esocial had no motivation to learn the contents of.

y u bein radcis
-_-
"Uhm, yes. Well, make sure that your forces are prepared to march out soon. We"ll return to camp and make sure that all of the prisoners are properly detained back at our main camp before we march on New York City."

Before that, though... ;D
Imabench just waved the orders dismissively with his hand. "Yeah, yeah. I"ll keep my end of the bargain. Make sure that you remember yours!" he said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows and making erotic hip movements that made esocial want to vomit.

HOLY SHT LOL
I'd rather stick an axe up my ******
Thankfully, however, the troll king began to wander off, making obscene noises and gestures and occasionally making a giddy noise whenever he came across someone of hispanic origins before making a snack out of the corpse.

y u h8in on Mexicans m8
God...
Esocial just put her face in her hand and sighed. She couldn"t understand how she put up with him on days like these. At least he hadn"t tried to force upon her sharing a room...yet"

Key word is "yet". ;D

No... my stomach... my chicken sandwich is coming back up...

Think of the king of the trolls (CENSORED) you. It'll help. ;D