RP w/ ShayLlama

I don't know... Sure.
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"It's okay... Was... Was it me?"

"I.... I didn't feel like myself..." he mumbled. "Can you f-forgive me?" Wheat asked, looking at her. A pained expression was scrawled across his face, his eyes stinging from tears that threatened to spill any moment.

I have colonial american ocs. Roanoke Island mainly....

"I forgive you..." She stood up, "Come on. Let's go talk to Chiron... He'll send some people back for the body..." She hugged him, putting her arms around his neck, "We need to go fast, before the others find him. Are you up for 'Earth-travel'?"
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I'll start the rp... We'll need a person for Fae to start dating.... An OC nation perhaps? Or a city or state... Or city-state. Or an existing nation. Anything.

Fae sat cross-legged in the front lawn of the house she lived in with her father, reading a book she probably shouldn't have been reading at her age. She was fourteen. She heard the front door open and quickly sat on the book after closing it, trying to hide it. Her big blue eyes looked up at the man standing in the doorway, "Hi Daddy..." She sat right by the porch steps, "Are you... Going somewhere? Or do you want me to go inside?"

"Of course.... come here." He mumbled, standing weakly and stumbling a bit.
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"No, England is just coming over. I decided I would wait for him. He is bringing America and this.... Roanoke person as well, so try to act friendly, oui?

She held on to him.
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Fae nodded, "Oui, sir." She stood up, book in her hand, behind her back, and she tried to get past him without him noticing it, as it was a 'bad' book. Not one she was allowed to read. "I'm going to my room. Au revoir."

"Don't let England see you with that." He chuckled. "Au revoir."
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He sunk in to the ground with her, springing back up outside the House, where the door was still frozen shut, the ice seemingly spreading over the entire building. The Norwegians sat quietly upon the roof, Leif, the self proclaimed leader of their team, peering over the edge at them.

She smiled and hugged him, out of nowhere, "Je t'aime, Daddy."
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Lily looked at the building, "Oh, gods... What happened?"

He looked in to the duat, "Its not any magic we have here at camp..." he said, moving forward to kick the ice.
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"Oui, oui. Je t'aime too, Paris. Here they come."
You be England?

Sure.
"I'm gonna go put my book away now..." She let go of him and went inside and up to her room.
England walked up the sidewalk, "Hello France. Was that Paris? She's gotten big since I last saw her."

"Oui, filthy english pig-dog. Where is America?"
America walked up behind England, "Here I am dude!"
A scrawny looking teenage boy was standing beside him, looking as though he had missed a lot of American history. He was still in colonial american clothing.
"Dudes, this is Roanoke. My oldest kid." America grinned widely.

Fae walked back out of the house. She looked at them, "Bonjour." She stopped on the porch beside her father and looked up at him, "Daddy, is it alright if I just stay in my room. I'm almost finished with my book, and I'd like to read the last few chapters. It's gotten very.... intense." She smiled sweetly, "Please."

"Actually, dude, can you show Roanoke around? He's never left his lonely little island, 'cept when Iggy here still ruled."
Roanoke sighed. He had slightly curly, long strawberry blond hair that was pulled back in to a sort-of rattail in the back, like men with longer hair had back in the day, with bushy eyebrows, freckles, and bright blue eyes. The letters C-R-O were carved in to his right cheek, CROATION on the tanned skin on his arm. He wore a long navy-blue trench coat and underneath that he had traditional british clothing.

You mean Croatoan?
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Fae frowned, then looked at America and Roanoke, "Fine." She looked at France, "Please try and keep them out of my room..." She turned back to Roanoke, "Come on." She walked past him.
England sighed.

Syndrome of Lavender wrote:He looked in to the duat, "Its not any magic we have here at camp..." he said, moving forward to kick the ice.

Lily nodded, "Yeah... This can't be good."

Whatever. Croation croatoan... same difference.
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He kicked the door as hard as he could, but didn't even make a dent. It seemed to spread to his shoe. "Son of a pharoah.... how are we gonna do anything." He looked up, catching a glimpse of Leif as he sat there. "Who's up there...?"
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"I will. Keep him," he pointed to Roanoke. "Away from my citizens, especially the children. He might scare them."
Roanoke simply rolled his eyes, as though he'd heard that many times before.

Lily shrugged, looking up as well.
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Fae nodded, "Oui." She paused and looked at Roanoke, "Hurry up."

Croatoan is what was found after Roanoke disappeared. Croation is a person from Croatia. Though prob mispelled.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming... call me John. Please." His voice was tinged with a british accent. He sighed and walked over her, a slight limp as he did so.

"Fae." She replied. She continued walking down the street.

Leif cursed in norwegian and quickly started to dash away, calling upon the power of his father, Odin, to slide easily down the roof as though it itself was coated in snow. He began dashing towards the edge of camp, his teammates following him.
Espen shot an arrow at Lily.

Lily was hit in the shoulder and cried out. She dropped down to her knees.

"Pleased to meet you."

He laughed.
One of the others turned around, his hands glowing, and shot something at them. It wasn't , however, meant to hurt. He was the healer in the group.