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Post by {Echo} on Sept 8, 2014 21:30:55 GMT
A lush garden in Camp Jupiter, full of all kinds of plants.
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Post by Copper on Sept 13, 2014 3:25:11 GMT
The mound of plants had appeared suddenly, without warning. At the base of the fountain, branches dipped down to curl around something deep within the giant pile of leaves. Grass rose, tethering everything to the ground. Vines and leaves of every size, shape, and shadow of green twisted into each other, around each other, to tightly cover... something. And yet, despite the random appearance of all of that grass, no one had noticed. Not yet.
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Post by {Echo} on Sept 13, 2014 3:42:59 GMT
Cher, meanwhile, was busy wandering aimlessly around Camp. In reality, she'd only been away for about two weeks, plus a few days added from the drive home, but it felt like an eternity since she'd been home. Huh, this is nice. You never know how much you missed something until you find it again. And thank Gods I don't have to wear that CHB shirt to blend in anymore. Orange isn't my color. She closed her eyes, leaning against the trellis that led into the gardens and sighing as a cool breeze swept through camp. Fall was coming. Lost in her thoughts though, she stumbled and tripped over a thick vine that had crept it's way out of the garden. "Oof! Who's supposed to be in charge of trimming this place anyway?!" She kicked the vine, but then stopped to ponder. "Wait... That's my job this week, isn't it?"
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Post by Copper on Sept 13, 2014 3:45:44 GMT
Something shifted within the vines, causing a rifting movement among the plants.
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Post by {Echo} on Sept 13, 2014 3:54:57 GMT
Cher's eyes widened. "Jeepers! The plants are moving! They're mutating! Where did Andrew say they kept the gardening shears again...?"
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Post by Copper on Sept 13, 2014 3:56:11 GMT
One of the leaves fell away to reveal a patch of t-shirt, the purple of Camp Jupiter.
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Post by {Echo} on Sept 13, 2014 4:06:04 GMT
Cher turned away, but not before a speck of purple caught her eye. The Camp Jupiter patch. Wait, wait wait wait. What? There's a person there! Gah! What do I do?! What they're dead? Well. I guess I should check... She tip-toed over to the suspected human on the ground. Erm, okay. How am I gonna do this? Well, if somebody was dead I guess they wouldn't respond to pain, right? Making a quick decision, she reeled back her foot, and kicked the person in the shoulder as hard as she possibly could.
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AH, you're lying! More fire!
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Post by Silaluk on Sept 13, 2014 4:14:14 GMT
(Good job, Cher. Standing ovation)
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Post by Copper on Sept 13, 2014 4:14:37 GMT
The person did not stir, but the plants fell away. Toris was curled up on the ground, snoring softly. His clothes were in the same state as they were at his death-- torn up, covered in blood and acid, but he didn't appear to have any wounds at all.
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Post by {Echo} on Sept 13, 2014 4:31:21 GMT
Cher leapt back about six feet, and screamed a the top of her lungs. "OHDEARLORDIT'STORISBUTHEDIEDDIDN'THE?" She squeaked, too caught up in her own shock to process what was happening. At a loss of things to do, she just kicked him again. Dangit Cher! Stop kicking things!
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Post by Dawnfrost on Sept 13, 2014 4:35:23 GMT
(well done, cher)
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Post by Silaluk on Sept 13, 2014 4:35:39 GMT
(It's the standing ovation! )
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Post by Copper on Sept 13, 2014 12:19:44 GMT
Finally, he reacted. His eyes opened drowsily. "Kur aš esu...?"
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Post by {Echo} on Sept 13, 2014 17:16:26 GMT
Cher just stood there, staring at him through the trellis. "Y-you're... Alive?" Her eyes widened, finally able to process what was happening. "You're alive!" She cried, skidding to the ground on her knees and pulling him into a hug. "Well...Welcome back!"
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Post by Copper on Sept 13, 2014 17:19:50 GMT
Toris blinked in surprise, still dazed by his surroundings. "Cher...! I'm... Here."
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Post by {Echo} on Sept 13, 2014 18:01:09 GMT
She smiled. "Yeah, took you long enough." Cher stood up, brushing dirt off of her knees. "I missed you, we all did. I'm just glad you're back now!"
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Post by Copper on Sept 13, 2014 18:18:37 GMT
He shook his head, closing his eyes. A tear dropped from one of them. "But... Jon... I was never meant to come back..."
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Post by {Echo} on Sept 13, 2014 20:28:27 GMT
Oh Gods, what am I supposed to say to that? "Toris," Cher started, placing her words carefully. "It's not your fault. Remember that. It wasn't 't your fault, because he chose to do it, just like you chose to sacrifice yourself back on Olympus. I know it doesn't change that he's in the Underworld, but that's life, and sometimes people are selfless, and it really hurts when they are. But it wasn't your fault, okay?"
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Post by Copper on Sept 13, 2014 20:31:03 GMT
Toris shifted. "Jon was the one in the prophecy. All along. I died to give you guys a chance. He fell for my sake specifically. One shall fall for the other's life."
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Post by {Echo} on Sept 14, 2014 2:52:25 GMT
"It's weird the way things work out sometimes. Life's weird sometimes." She sighed, lacing her fingers through the bars of the trellis, but retracted them after she discovered that the roses growing on it had thorns. "You alright? I'd assume it's pretty exhausting coming back from the dead." And being kicked a few times, but I won't talk about that...
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