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 Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 7:38 pm
This tour had finally peaked her interest enough for her to finally start paying attention. The sight of the Armory, from the weapons to the big dragon head caused Mercy's eyes to widen in awe. She did have the nice thought of being the dragon born in Skyrim. Perhaps tall, hot and bronze would know what she was talking about? She doubted any of them would know what she was talking about but decided to ask the question anyway just to serve her own goofy gamer nerdiness. Looking to tall, hot, and bronze she raised her eyebrow and tilted her head:
"So, was that dragon defeated by Fus Roh Dahing till it killed over? What's the story behind it?"
Not that she actually believed that dragons existed...But if the gods were whispering to them, the possibility of dragons couldn't be too far off, right? If that's the case, she couldn't be any more excited to become something like a real-life Kratos [ minus the god killing part ]! Bad a**!
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 7:56 pm
Viva Viola "So, was that dragon defeated by Fus Roh Dahing till it killed over? What's the story behind it?" Griffin's expression was completely perplexed. After a moment he turned back to Max to whisper something that might have been "was that English?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 9:36 pm
Aphrodite. Definitely one of the gods Zan had already formed an opinion on, even if it was largely based on a handful of Xena episodes and that painting of her rising out of a shell. Interesting. Sylvia, a Chosen of Aphrodite. Storing that away for later, he followed along past the track and on to the gym.
Zan paused, considering her last comment and leaning in to reply. He had no more questions for their guides and wanted to remain as inconspicuous as he could. "They could be," he agreed. Team sports had never been his thing and he hadn't ever had enough money to join a proper gym, but he was definitely interested in using one for free. He recalled several mentions that they would need to learn to fight, and as if to punctuate that, the next part of the tour led them to the armory.
His eyes widened only several steps past the door, attention darting from cage to cage and weapon to weapon as they were paraded inside. It was like some medieval movie in here. There was a dragon head. He couldn't quite believe that particular decoration was real, but the swords and shields were, at least as far as he could tell. And they were just going to teach him to use them. He didn't much appreciate the idea of the training wheels they were offering in the form of these token things, but surely no one would notice if he took it off to practice? How bad could a dummy be?
After a time, Zan turned to Sylvia only to find that he'd wandered away from her a little. He grinned as he returned to her side and said, "This place is just... I'm kinda nervous and excited at the same time."
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 9:59 pm
Mathilda's eyes watered. Live metal weapons, no bullets, no tasers. Pure, unadulterated metal. She had been raised to use metal to both help and harm, and apparently this time it would be to help. The dragon was interesting, sure, but the weapons. Some looked old, some looked new and she wanted to cry.
The ancient looking weapons looked interesting, perhaps they had some ancient Greek weapons.
Out loud she spoke,
" When in Rome...guess I have some training to do..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 11:09 pm
Life is sad when no one got your jokes...Such is the life of a gamer she supposed. The only thing Mercy did pick up from the whisper was "English?" so she began to explain: "The words are from a video game I used to play called The Elder Scrolls Five: Skyrim. It's got a nice back story and all but since no one got my joke, I won't go into detail." This also meant that she didn't have any video game buddies here either. Super sad panda...
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2016 12:18 am
Once again, as per the other visits, Osmond whistled out a note that he realized had become a staple as he moved along with the group. Unfortunately, the middle-aged man couldn't help himself; each leg of the tour seemed to one-up the last and widen his eyes to the whites in awe. One of his hands, which had remained in his pockets the entire time, was removed to smooth back his locks in apprehension from the explanation of monsters being real.
At this point in time, let alone the tour, Osmond could be convinced of anything. If the skies became a maelstrom of gumdrops and cotton candy or some video game-based app became such an overarching fad presidents were playing it, he'd stare on in mundane wonder. That, at least, he was convinced of. He couldn't deny the fear, however; the fact himself and every other Chosen there were targets of those merciless beasts meant their lives were always on the line.
Could... Could they die? Even with all of the promised training, could they die?
He wanted to ask, but a shiver ran up his spine and kept him quiet. Best not to dwell on it (or maybe someone would ask instead).
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2016 5:42 am
The fields and gymnasium had certainly peaked Tom's interest and he had thought about trying to create some teams, though it would probably be a bit hard since they would have to have an opposing team to play against. But whatever. He continued to quietly follow the group around though he did acknowledge what the woman who had talked to him had said. He would go exploring on his own later. The armory though... well, that was interesting. So apparently monsters existed here and they became targets as chosen. He wondered though how they had been hidden so well from humanity. If they were such a problem you would have thought they would have been found out about now rather than being such legends. Though perhaps they had always had chosen champions here, defending humanity silently throughout the ages. He was surprised though that there were no high-tech weapons here. Perhaps they weren't as effective as these more basic weapons. And even if he didn't want to fight, he was more likely to go around bandaging people rather than fighting, he would at least have to learn how to defend himself if he was ever caught out on his own. He sighed out loud a bit, wondering if being a chosen was even worth it at this point, though he wouldn't say it out loud.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2016 10:52 am
The weaponsmaster was worth a second glance and garnered an interested smirk from Sylvia as she nodded a probably-overlooked greeting. She wasn’t exactly excited about fighting, but at least training would come with some eye-candy. The Armory building was sort of intense and intimidating, so it might help that she knew a good smile would be waiting inside. Then again, it probably should be an intimidating building; if something happened, god(s) forbid (should that even be a phrase in her vocabulary anymore?), the building full of weapons better be a well-secured place and hard to access by anyone other than the defenders...
It wasn’t the building so much that gave her pause, however, as the mention of actual battle. She was glad to hear that they would have some protection, but then there was mention of monsters. Monsters. She wasn’t sure why she was surprised anymore – Aphrodite had recruited her to a cool camp of special humans, monsters should surely come with the package. And of course they would have to fight them. Fighting monsters. Her stomach flipped.
When they walked inside, the breath caught in her throat. A tiny black hole formed in her chest the more her eyes wandered. Everything was so… big; sharp; solid; real. Her steps slowed as Max pointed up and they were all made aware of the dragon head watching over the building. And oh good, she was now a target for such beasts.
Here was the catch they’d been waiting for, she supposed.
At least Zan seemed excited. She’d not entirely realized that he’d wandered off until he appeared again at her side. At first all she could really offer in response to his comment was a slow nod – and she was mostly nodding at the ‘nervous’ part, herself. “This is… a lot…” She tried to offer something to the conversation, but she wasn’t sure what to say about it. She was glad to hear that someone else seemed a bit on-edge about how long it might take to be proficient enough to actually defend themselves, but wasn’t sure exactly how she felt about the answer. She appreciated that it was acknowledged that everyone had different talents, but she was also feeling incredibly small. She wanted a bit of reassurance, some sort of comment that might make her feel confident that though she had always been one to approach and resolve conflict with words and communication, perhaps she could shift and become a decent warrior. Monsters didn’t seem, in all her very limited knowledge, like the types who would listen to reason and want to come to some sort of understanding. This was not her realm…
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2016 1:24 pm
Up until this point, Marisol had remained quiet as she took stock of each room they were lead into and through. The armory and the knowledge she needed to learn to fight... She was a con woman, a thief, which meant not getting caught. It looked like she'd be leaning an entirely different kind of dance, ones with weapons that could maim and kill. At least there were dummies to practice on, she had a feeling she'd need them.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2016 6:47 pm
Few questions, it would seem, at this stop. Maybe Griffin looked surprised; Max certainly did not. She patted him on the shoulder and then, nodding, slid away to lead the group back down the rows of weaponry, like little lost ducklings, and out of the armory into the brightness of a rapidly-dimming Michigan evening.
"It seems some of you would prefer some lighter fare..." Her tone was gentle, at least. Understanding. She lead them up the hill, past the twin buildings of Zeus and Hera, and toward the Poseidon dorms.
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Behind the Poseidon dorm are two smaller buildings -- the stable, housing horses who stomp and huff at them as they go past, is the first of them. It looks like a very nice stable, with perhaps enough room for 20 horses. In other words, there aren't enough to go around. But perhaps there are enough for anyone who would be interested in riding. Or, perhaps, there are still more, beyond. Hard to tell.
Beyond is the pool. It is olympic sized, separated into a laned section and a smaller free-swim area. On one side are attached changing rooms; on the other, a passageway into the dorm area itself, which reads Poseidon Chosen Only! All of it is clean tile, windowed on every side: swimming here will be an experience exposed to the outside world in a beautiful way, and probably exceptionally gorgeous in winter.
They don't linger here. People are getting in laps, among them one young man with golden hair who pauses at the edge of the pool to wave at them -- a familiar face for some of them, Chris Breaux, who quickly goes back to his swim. They take a quick walk through to look at the facilities, to see that it's lovely, but not designed for loitering. This isn't a hot tub pool, doesn't have water slides: it's meant for serious swimming.
But when they leave the building and head past the dorm, down a hill to the beach itself, it's an entirely different story.
Here is Lake Huron. Elsewhere in Michigan, the beachside is rocky and rough, unfriendly to bare feet -- but at the Prytaneum, it is picturesque. The sand is soft and white, singing just faintly under their shoes as they make their way out to the water's edge -- and the lake itself is crystal clear, shimmering, with no sign of sharp stones or grabbing weeds. Perhaps this area is also meant for swimming, but it's meant for a bit of fun as well.
"This is the end of the tour." Max tipped her head, looking over the faces of the Chosen to make sure that none of them still had that shell-shocked looks on their faces. After a moment she smiled, reassuring, and rolled one shoulder in a shrug. "If you have any more questions at all, please feel free to ask. Otherwise, this time is your own. There's the beach, or any other facilities that you can explore to your heart's content."
She shifts her weight just a little, twists her wrist to look at her watch, and taps it twice.
"Dinner's in about two hours. I suggest you make your way to the Hearth in good time; it's served family style, and you don't want to miss out."
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OOC NOTE: This is the end! you can still ask questions, but this is the last leg~ A dinner ORP will go up shortly!
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 5:16 pm
AT THIS POINT, THIS THREAD IS CLOSED FOR RP!
However, it is still open for any questions your characters might have about the grounds. All questions asked in this thread will be answered, and added to the FAQ in the second post.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 11:50 am
I have a few questions for now, and will probably have more later...
1. How many floors are the dorms?
2. We (briefly) talked in Slack about pregnant Chosen potentially not being able to come through the Hearth for travel because their babies wouldn't be protected... If that is the case, what about travel with pets? Can they come through the Hearth for some reason, or would they need to be brought in through the path?
3. Have Chosen also been told not to enter the woods?
4. Are the Chosen even allowed to talk about their new lives, or is that off-limits? I can imagine why they wouldn't want to, but I forget if it': actually forbidden...
Thank you! <3
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 3:10 pm
Mika_Yumi 1. How many floors are the dorms? Each dorm is different, but they frequently have 2-3 floors. They will be expanded if more are needed. Quote: 2. We (briefly) talked in Slack about pregnant Chosen potentially not being able to come through the Hearth for travel because their babies wouldn't be protected... If that is the case, what about travel with pets? Can they come through the Hearth for some reason, or would they need to be brought in through the path? Pets have been allowed since the beginning! Only humans are affected. Quote: 3. Have Chosen also been told not to enter the woods? They've been warned of its dangers, and told to stay on the paths. Quote: 4. Are the Chosen even allowed to talk about their new lives, or is that off-limits? I can imagine why they wouldn't want to, but I forget if it': actually forbidden... They shouldn't talk about specifics. They can talk about a new position for learning, etc, but not magic or any interaction with the actual supernatural. Partly this is because they'd sound crazy if they did, and partly it's to keep people from trying to find and enter the grounds or look into magic, etc.
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