so, i'm sort of losing my voices for some of these guys, and i'd like to get them back! basically just picture prompt or write up a scenario for me and we can do this.
these are characters i'd just like to rp -- they're probably half the active ones and half the ones i wish were active! hover for who they are. there are alternate versions available -- and you can ask for someone not on this list if you really hate me! c:
[ and there it is, as if she hadn't lost him, as if she never had the need to come to terms with his death. for a moment, thalia thinks she's hallucinating or day dreaming. there are days when she thinks she has seen luke in someone else's face, in reflections on windows, tucked somewhere among the trees.
it's never him. thalia stopped looking.
the delay, though it seems like hours in her head, only takes a few seconds and she considers responding to him emphatically, allowing the emotions that float to the surface to get the better of her. crying in front of people is something she hates doing and she won't start now.
there's a flicker of recognition when she links a finger through the belt loop of her black shorts, the popcicle stick still in her hand. the ice hasn't begun to drip down her arm just yet. ]
Haven't seen him. You probably got the wrong house.
[ despite what she says, luke knows he's no where close to being at the wrong house. this is the right one. it's the one he'd been looking for. screw cerberus, who's a dog with three heads, three brains, and with a snout so strong and powerful he'd be able to find his own way home. having her open the door to greet him had just been pure luck — which makes him want to laugh. luke castellan and luck? it's a joke that he doesn't need to put pen to paper to create. ]
[ it's awkward, and he knows it's his fault. he hates it. the way that they are now is because of him never being able to fix what he'd broken. letting pandora's box explode in his hands between them had been the wrong thing to do, but luke's the one who is the son of the messenger, and if anyone's able to pull all that shit back in its box and lock the lid back in place, it's him. ]
[ he just needs her to help seal it shut. if she wants to. ]
[ looking at her, he lets his eyes drop from her. brows furrowing, he looks to her feet when he asks, ] You sure? [ looking up at her, his brows relax as his eyes dart purposefully over her shoulder. his tone is slightly accusatory, if on purpose, ] You didn't even check.
[ thalia's responses come out short, brusque. it's all in character for her, fighting the way she wants to react when she sees him, pretty much flesh and bones standing right before her. it's tempting to reach out to touch him, push him roughly, throw her arms around him like she's wanted to for years.
instead she steps onto the porch, through the door, her blue eyes narrowed to inspect him carefully. with her luck, he's bound to be an illusion, something hecate could conjure up if she felt like it. she nibbles a corner off her popsicle and crunches the flavored ice thoughtfully. ]
[ luke looks at her as though she's become the embodiment of cerberus. ]
Who do you think?
[ it could be anyone, truthfully. it could be a king, wanting luke to perform the labours of heracles once more, rubbing salt in a wound that still festers even to this day. or it could be hades, the man who needs his dog, who wants his faithful companion to return home and keep his feet warm and himself company. ]
[ luke wonders if it's really important. he wonders if that's the question she wants to be asking, considering who seems to be a much weaker, and perhaps safer, question as to why? ]
Apparently he didn't learn from last time. Fluffy always finds his way home.
[ thalia shrugs both her shoulders. who wouldn't want a three-headed dog? the popcicle begins trickling over her skin, dripping down her pinky to the heel of her hand. opening her mouth, she licks it off easily with the side of her tongue. ]
Who sent you to this house, specifically? [ she presses, she always has to press. even if her initial instinct is to make him go away so she doesn't have to think about him ever again, something in her says to stall, to linger as if nothing has happened. ]
[ his eyes drop to watch her lick off that popsicle in a fashion he finds to be too familiar. she's not even bothered by it. where he'd make a dramatic show of it making his skin sticky, she's as quiet and low maintenance as he remembers. ]
[ lifting his gaze to hers, he rolls his eyes. ] Who do you think, Thalia? There's only one god in the whole pantheon who has a three-headed dog and actually gives a shit when he loses him.
[ there's only one god in the entire world who can let him resurface with his life almost repaired. it isn't difficult math, even though luke finds that it's his most hated subject. but it's maybe an equation she doesn't particularly want to be confronted with and asked to solve. ]
[ but why? why? surely someone downstairs just wants to torture her all over again, cursing her with this – this vision. gods, it's so difficult to maintain what would be her natural demeanor around anyone else, when she feels like any stitches sewn to patch her up after luke's death are slowly coming undone.
she wants to slam the door in his face and head straight into the house, sending the others after him, chasing him away without question or hesitation. thalia isn't nearly as anti-boy as most of her comrades are, still keeping in touch with percy and the like. sometimes it feels like she was the only one who really loved someone out there, outside of this hunter bubble she has formed around herself. ]
Lucky you, [ she scoffs. ] Haven't seen the dog. Better move on.
You sure? [ luke squints his eyes, tilting his head slightly in disbelief. ] He's really hard to miss. Three heads. Big paws. Slobbers a lot. Probably would attack if you played Justin Bieber.
[ he looks at her expectantly, purposefully putting it on. he doesn't look over her shoulder for a long while before he steps forward, peering into the hallway as though he doesn't quite believe her. it'd be too easy to bid her goodbye and continue searching, knowing cerberus isn't anywhere close to the hunters' headquarters, but luke doesn't want to leave. ]
[ a part of him doesn't want her to want him to, even though he's wondering if she does. ]
I told you, I haven't seen a dog that's hard to miss and I'm pretty sure most people would attack if you played Justin Bieber.
[ thalia clenches her jaw and folds her arms tightly across her chest, hands curled around her biceps. not much about her has changed since they last met, fighting until the very end. she never faced him in his final days – no, that privilege went to annabeth while thalia was pathetically trapped beneath a statue. they don't speak much of those days; there are other demigod problems to deal with in the aftermath of the battle of manhattan. she doesn't want to hold a grudge against her friend, not wanting to harbor more negative feelings towards the people she loves.
she wants to slam the door in his face but she selfishly wants to keep staring at him, wanting to punch him in the gut so that she knows that he's real. for the moment.
so, without thinking, that's what thalia does. it's not as harsh a punch as she can manage, but it's enough to get a reaction out of him. ]
[ he'd been expecting it. when she'd opened the door, he'd been waiting for it. on the tips of his toes, standing on the edge of a cliff, he's been waiting for her to push him over — and finds that she does just that. ]
[ still, he acts surprised. ]
Ow. What the f —
[ pulling a face, luke holds his shoulder, twisting his body away from her. frowning at her, he doesn't retaliate. it's in his instincts to do so, but luke stops himself from following his gut and trying to protect himself in a physical fight. thalia's usually hard to beat because he refuses to hurt her. but he knows if he's not the best fighter, he's the best harmer. he's hurt her too many times to count, and he thinks, if anything, she's still holding onto the habit people have when they carve their names into trees. he thinks she bears those carvings of each time he's hurt her on some part of her, even if he can't quite see it. ]
[ through gritted teeth, he snarls, ] What the fuck was that for?
[ thalia doesn't try to control her voice, not caring who sees — she suspects that amy regular old passersby would applaud this short girl for throwing a good enough punch to get him to keel over. there is lightning in her eyes when she glares back at him; the single gut punch will have to do for now.
anyway, it's all she can bring herself to do with him.
her hands remain curled into fists and she shifts ber weight as if anticipating retaliation, remembering the last time she faced him. it seems fishy, bringing luke of all people back from the dead to look for the damn dog. it seems fishy that it has brought him here, but she mostly does not want to admit that he is likely here because of her. she doesn't want to be one of his reasons any more. ]
Because I made a really lame joke? Interrupted your daily Kardashian episode?
[ luke should step back, but he doesn't. thalia throws a mean punch, and his body sometimes has a ghostly ache every time he thinks about the cliff. though his bones had broken and his body had felt like it had fractured beyond repair, his heart is what had shattered on those rocks off the cliff's edge. ]
[ rubbing his chest, he stands tall, and tries his best not to wince. inhaling sharply, he looks at her with his eyes narrowed, disbelief in his expression even though he saw that one coming without any gift for prophecy. ]
[ he knows the exact reason why she's almost gutted him. luke just doesn't want to acknowledge it. ]
You greet everyone who comes back from the dead temporarily with such warm hospitality?
[ the words sounded trite in her head, but she spits them out without hesitation, not holding back. she isn't ready to throttle him again, not wanting to think about the last time they really faced each other, about the cliff and not looking about. it was that fight that pushed her to make an irreversible decision in her life and she hasn't regretted it yet.
taking a shaky breath, she rubs her heels over her face and stands her ground, finding her hands to be bone dry (and thankful for it). ]
Just get out of here, Luke. Go find the dog somewhere else. It's not here.
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it's never him. thalia stopped looking.
the delay, though it seems like hours in her head, only takes a few seconds and she considers responding to him emphatically, allowing the emotions that float to the surface to get the better of her. crying in front of people is something she hates doing and she won't start now.
there's a flicker of recognition when she links a finger through the belt loop of her black shorts, the popcicle stick still in her hand. the ice hasn't begun to drip down her arm just yet. ]
Haven't seen him. You probably got the wrong house.
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[ it's awkward, and he knows it's his fault. he hates it. the way that they are now is because of him never being able to fix what he'd broken. letting pandora's box explode in his hands between them had been the wrong thing to do, but luke's the one who is the son of the messenger, and if anyone's able to pull all that shit back in its box and lock the lid back in place, it's him. ]
[ he just needs her to help seal it shut. if she wants to. ]
[ looking at her, he lets his eyes drop from her. brows furrowing, he looks to her feet when he asks, ] You sure? [ looking up at her, his brows relax as his eyes dart purposefully over her shoulder. his tone is slightly accusatory, if on purpose, ] You didn't even check.
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[ thalia's responses come out short, brusque. it's all in character for her, fighting the way she wants to react when she sees him, pretty much flesh and bones standing right before her. it's tempting to reach out to touch him, push him roughly, throw her arms around him like she's wanted to for years.
instead she steps onto the porch, through the door, her blue eyes narrowed to inspect him carefully. with her luck, he's bound to be an illusion, something hecate could conjure up if she felt like it. she nibbles a corner off her popsicle and crunches the flavored ice thoughtfully. ]
Who sent you here?
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Who do you think?
[ it could be anyone, truthfully. it could be a king, wanting luke to perform the labours of heracles once more, rubbing salt in a wound that still festers even to this day. or it could be hades, the man who needs his dog, who wants his faithful companion to return home and keep his feet warm and himself company. ]
[ luke wonders if it's really important. he wonders if that's the question she wants to be asking, considering who seems to be a much weaker, and perhaps safer, question as to why? ]
Apparently he didn't learn from last time. Fluffy always finds his way home.
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[ thalia shrugs both her shoulders. who wouldn't want a three-headed dog? the popcicle begins trickling over her skin, dripping down her pinky to the heel of her hand. opening her mouth, she licks it off easily with the side of her tongue. ]
Who sent you to this house, specifically? [ she presses, she always has to press. even if her initial instinct is to make him go away so she doesn't have to think about him ever again, something in her says to stall, to linger as if nothing has happened. ]
Not a lot of people know about this place.
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[ lifting his gaze to hers, he rolls his eyes. ] Who do you think, Thalia? There's only one god in the whole pantheon who has a three-headed dog and actually gives a shit when he loses him.
[ there's only one god in the entire world who can let him resurface with his life almost repaired. it isn't difficult math, even though luke finds that it's his most hated subject. but it's maybe an equation she doesn't particularly want to be confronted with and asked to solve. ]
I'm doing the big man downstairs a favour.
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she wants to slam the door in his face and head straight into the house, sending the others after him, chasing him away without question or hesitation. thalia isn't nearly as anti-boy as most of her comrades are, still keeping in touch with percy and the like. sometimes it feels like she was the only one who really loved someone out there, outside of this hunter bubble she has formed around herself. ]
Lucky you, [ she scoffs. ] Haven't seen the dog. Better move on.
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[ he looks at her expectantly, purposefully putting it on. he doesn't look over her shoulder for a long while before he steps forward, peering into the hallway as though he doesn't quite believe her. it'd be too easy to bid her goodbye and continue searching, knowing cerberus isn't anywhere close to the hunters' headquarters, but luke doesn't want to leave. ]
[ a part of him doesn't want her to want him to, even though he's wondering if she does. ]
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I told you, I haven't seen a dog that's hard to miss and I'm pretty sure most people would attack if you played Justin Bieber.
[ thalia clenches her jaw and folds her arms tightly across her chest, hands curled around her biceps. not much about her has changed since they last met, fighting until the very end. she never faced him in his final days – no, that privilege went to annabeth while thalia was pathetically trapped beneath a statue. they don't speak much of those days; there are other demigod problems to deal with in the aftermath of the battle of manhattan. she doesn't want to hold a grudge against her friend, not wanting to harbor more negative feelings towards the people she loves.
she wants to slam the door in his face but she selfishly wants to keep staring at him, wanting to punch him in the gut so that she knows that he's real. for the moment.
so, without thinking, that's what thalia does. it's not as harsh a punch as she can manage, but it's enough to get a reaction out of him. ]
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[ he'd been expecting it. when she'd opened the door, he'd been waiting for it. on the tips of his toes, standing on the edge of a cliff, he's been waiting for her to push him over — and finds that she does just that. ]
[ still, he acts surprised. ]
Ow. What the f —
[ pulling a face, luke holds his shoulder, twisting his body away from her. frowning at her, he doesn't retaliate. it's in his instincts to do so, but luke stops himself from following his gut and trying to protect himself in a physical fight. thalia's usually hard to beat because he refuses to hurt her. but he knows if he's not the best fighter, he's the best harmer. he's hurt her too many times to count, and he thinks, if anything, she's still holding onto the habit people have when they carve their names into trees. he thinks she bears those carvings of each time he's hurt her on some part of her, even if he can't quite see it. ]
[ through gritted teeth, he snarls, ] What the fuck was that for?
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[ thalia doesn't try to control her voice, not caring who sees — she suspects that amy regular old passersby would applaud this short girl for throwing a good enough punch to get him to keel over. there is lightning in her eyes when she glares back at him; the single gut punch will have to do for now.
anyway, it's all she can bring herself to do with him.
her hands remain curled into fists and she shifts ber weight as if anticipating retaliation, remembering the last time she faced him. it seems fishy, bringing luke of all people back from the dead to look for the damn dog. it seems fishy that it has brought him here, but she mostly does not want to admit that he is likely here because of her. she doesn't want to be one of his reasons any more. ]
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[ luke should step back, but he doesn't. thalia throws a mean punch, and his body sometimes has a ghostly ache every time he thinks about the cliff. though his bones had broken and his body had felt like it had fractured beyond repair, his heart is what had shattered on those rocks off the cliff's edge. ]
[ rubbing his chest, he stands tall, and tries his best not to wince. inhaling sharply, he looks at her with his eyes narrowed, disbelief in his expression even though he saw that one coming without any gift for prophecy. ]
[ he knows the exact reason why she's almost gutted him. luke just doesn't want to acknowledge it. ]
You greet everyone who comes back from the dead temporarily with such warm hospitality?
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[ the words sounded trite in her head, but she spits them out without hesitation, not holding back. she isn't ready to throttle him again, not wanting to think about the last time they really faced each other, about the cliff and not looking about. it was that fight that pushed her to make an irreversible decision in her life and she hasn't regretted it yet.
taking a shaky breath, she rubs her heels over her face and stands her ground, finding her hands to be bone dry (and thankful for it). ]
Just get out of here, Luke. Go find the dog somewhere else. It's not here.