The First official Horge RP. BoO Spoilers.

George was yet again at his favorite place in all camp Half-Blood. The forest. He had found out he was even more anti-social than he thought,which caused him to spend about half of his every day in the forest. Maybe he'd pay a Hephaestus kid to build him a little hut to live there. That'd be amazing - and almost impossible. He was currently chilling, wearing his first purchased shirt of his life, a plain black T-shirt, along with his pair of jeans, that if he insisted on wearing some more, would probably merge with his skin. Plus, he hsd remembered to get his sword with him. Which was amazing, because he plain loved it.

As he was peacefully walking thinking random stuff, he heard some cursing nearby. He moved towards the source of sound, almost charging, only to find a perfectly safe and collected pretty girl. What the hell had caused her cursing? He was determined to find out. But first, he had to socialize with her, right? Probably. "H-hi. W-what are you d-doing here? Y-you okay?"

Turns out what had happened was just that she had her hoodie and jeans snugged upon a tree. Why would she sailor-up for something this insignificant? She then introduxed as... daughter of Trivia? He didn't know a Goddess with that name. Fifth cohort? Cabin 5 was Ares cabin. And Trivia didn't even sound like one of those weird greek names. Wait, she was from that Roman Camp. Occasionally some passed by. He didn't know a lot about Romans. The girl was fairly good-looking, with quite a mouth and a rather friendly attitude, judging from her smiling towards him and extending her hand. He smiled back. "George, son of Athena, cabin 6. The pleasure is all mine. What are you doing in m- the forest?" He had almost called it his forest. That wasn't even that inaccurate, but still he felt like an idiot for just thinking of it. He forced another smile at her.

Oh great, a four-legged demon. One of those called dogs. He didn't really liked them, as one would easily conclude by the last sentence, but he wouldn't overreact. He did pull his hand bac and just fixed his attention on the girl. Little hard to do cause he didn't like looking at people whatever they looked like. He just averted his look and said "l'll just bear with it. So, uh... what br-brought you here?"

Looking towards her momentarily, he saw that her look was averted as well. That could be interpreted in many ways, the most likely that he looked pretty bad and that his clothes were dirty. Then she heard talking about Camp, saying the Forset and food were nice enough. Usually people weren't here for the forest. Unless her own Camp was a freaking palace, as far as he was concerned Camp Half-Blood was the best place in the world. "Well, there are many great things here, but l don't know anything about your camp to expose my arguments. Mind
informing me?" he said, almost proud of himself for not stuttering, when he felt the need to add "l-if you want, of course. There are a-a lot of monsters here and l'm not th-the best guy to fight by your side." He mentally sighed. Of course he would stutter...

George nodded. That camp sounded intriguing, but certainly not better than Camp Half-Blood. "So, you get prepared for war instead of defending yourselves from monsters, and you have government. Government in a camp. As for the training, it's more like it's your choice wether you'll train or not. For instance l spend half my day training. Uh, not like, l get better though." Just like at everything he tried, he thought.

George didn't know how to react to that proposal. It was... interesting. He started evaluating it. He would be able to learn some Roman stuff tooexcept from just struggling with the techniques his fellow campers followed. Also, he really didn't know how to react to the fact she had proposed it, because that meant she was fond of him. Which was odd by itself. "Uh... sure? I guess it would be nice. How long have you been at camp? Well, your camp."

That was intriguing. A witch? Weird. Not like she looked dangerous or evil or anything. "Well, l've been here for about a couple of months now. Still adapting here. Till now the forest is the best place. Uh, if you don't mind me asking, why would anyone call you a witch?"

Judgemental people, he thought. He had met his fair share of those, but he wouldn't speak of it. He just decided to 'lighten the mood'. "Magic? That would make an interesting set of powers, fairy." Yes. Fairy instead of witch. Woo, so creative! Not. Oh well, better than nothing.

She reacted to fairy better than he expected. He expected either a power display or her looking at him like he was an alien. Luckily none happened, when she started to talk about being a legacy? What the hell was that supposed to be? And Vulcan? Were Romans Star Trek fans? He decided not to voice this questions for obvious reasons. "Yeah, l'm rather lost. Fill me in maybe?"

Haley smiled feeling happy that he was the least bit interested in how the Romans thought. "Well, Trivia is my primary god, technically she's my mother. But how legacies work is that another god, Vulcan in my case, had a child with someone that was in my ancestry and decided to insert his little bit into my geology. So, I have abilities from both Vulcan and Trivia, but only an actual power from my mother." Noticing the quizzical look on his face she added: "In case you're wandering... You greeks call Vulcan Hephaestus.

That made little sense. Demigods rarely lived long enough to make it to adulthood, let alone to have kids. There couldn't be THIS many differences with Romans, right? On the other hand why would she lie about it? Anyway, move on. He smiled when she semi-read his thoughts and explained that Vulcan was Hepheastus. Let's move on though, shall we? She mentioned powers, so it'd make sense to ask about it. "So... what kind of powers you have?"