ฮทสน โ ( ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ) un; ghostking
[ sitting in his room in marco's mansion with a record player belting out blitzkrieg bop. not so loud that he can't be heard, but it's clearly cranked up a little. nico, meanwhile, is sharpening his sword and looking a little put out. after having his memories shared with multiple people, he's not feeling too sociable. but he can hear jason grace in his head telling him he needs to get out of the house and talk to people. ]
Eight months. I've been here eight months and there's still no way to get back to camp. Back... home.
[ the fact he calls camp home now truly reveals just how much he misses his friends and family. ]
This place isn't too bad, but being the only demigod around here kind of sucks. I don't know how many people around here get homesick, but I would certainly accept even some of the gods, Greek gods showing up. No offense to you Norse types.
[ he picks up his sword and sets his thumb against the edge, cheering up a little as it nicks the skin, causing blood to well to the surface. sucking on his thumb, he sets the sword aside. ]
Whatever. Anyone want to go outside quarantine and kill some stuff?
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[Winter lets out a small, delighted cry as she reaches out her hands to play with the shadows. Perfect toy for such an odd little child.]
It would make a lot of sense.
[They both came from a place where the gods resided among mortal men and shared the common thread of having demigods.]
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If I was still home, I could ask a friend about it. She has a cousin who is an enherji. I think he hangs out in Valhalla when he's not doing quests.
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I wonder if there's a way to check if there's a world that they've brought people in, but from different times. Maybe the people who run the portal can tell.
[Although considering they can't even send people home who want to leave, Ivar's a bit doubtful on that.]