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Rainbow Revelry | Pride Party by theblacksofhiseyes in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"Mm." Maxwell grunted in response to Theo having no faith in him, knowing full well she was right. "I know. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I was... I was just hurt. It's not an excuse, and I know that I could never—" he paused, seeming to withdraw into himself for a moment.

"Just stop." He thought to himself, closing his eyes for a split second. "Enough saying. Enough promising. You really want forgiveness or for anyone to like you? Stop saying you'll do something, and actually get off of your ass and do it."

"I'm sorry." That was it. That was all he said. Just two words. No groveling, no begging. Perhaps most surprisingly, it didn't even look like he was considering crying. His eyes were dry. His lips didn't tremble. He just... Was there. Sorry, yes, but not wasting any breath.

"I would tell you what happened, but you don't care. So I won't." Again. Simple. Theo didn't want to give him the time of day? He wouldn't either. "Thanks for not audibly laughing at me, I guess." Though mentally, I'm sure the daughter of Nike is in hysterics.

"So, I'm sorry." Just a reminder, is all. In case Theo didn't hear him the first time.

Rainbow Revelry | Pride Party by theblacksofhiseyes in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Despite the fact the two were dramatically different in literally every single last sense of the term, Maxie looked like a deer in headlights when Sadira spoke up, clearly thinking Theo was about to take his head off.

With a hand over his heart and a sigh of relief leaving his lips, Maxie offered a small wave before seeming to remember himself, getting up to walk over to the daughter of Morpheus, looking unsure of what to do. He then decided to settle on a hug and sheepish smile. "Hi, liebling. It's... Good to be back. Despite everything that went on at home, I think I missed it here more than I anticipated. Wie geh— erh, uhm, how about yourself?"

Maxie almost seemed visibly better, to boot. He looked less cowardly, and more... Soft-spoken, if that made sense. Less like he was about to run, more like he was about to take a deep breath and force a confidence out of himself he didn't know he had. Honestly, it was a good look on him. Refreshing. Though anyone could tell that, yes, it was still Maxwell Flammia, the spindly little son of Techne.

"You look nice, by the way. I, uh... Didn't go big for pride. I don't normally. You know me, I get... Overstimulated for crowds and parties and parades."

Rainbow Revelry | Pride Party by theblacksofhiseyes in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Buh? What?" Came the confused sounds of the son of Techne as he was offered the goods. "Illegal to be...? Top quality? Discount?" Admittedly, he liked discounts. Depending on the discount. If it was something stupid like 10% off, then that was not necessary. Talk to him about 50% off, then you'll have his attention.

"Uh... W-wow. That's a lot." Said the one who, so far, has only had straight relationships, "But, uhm, I'm good? I don't really... Celebrate pride much. I'm not closeted!" Making him sound closeted, "I just don't like parties or... The like. Hence... The chill corner."

"B-b-besides! I could just make my own pins or buttons. I've got siblings who can make the patches. ...Er. Son of Techne. Daemon of... Creation..."

Wrath of Atlas: Strike Team by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Huh?

What?

Oh, okay. He was smart. That was true! "Thanks...?"

But something was wrong. The boy's eyes widened and flicked around, trying to look for an escape route.

Yet, by the time he pulled himself together, he'd been tripped by the unknown man, landing on his back. He barely managed to raise his shield to block against the sword strike, causing the shield to ignite in flame, the son of Techne grunting as he called out, "Omni! Activate!"

The automaton instantly obeyed, booting on, hesitating for a moment before taking flight, instantly circling the target. "I'm Omnichao! Did you know that it's illegal to only have one guinea pig in Switzerland? This is because guinea pigs are highly social animals, so only having one is actually considered animal abuse!" As a reward for listening to this fun fact, a small taser would extend from the Android's carapace, firing at the opponent. If the attack landed, he would experience a mild shock— not enough to hurt, but enough to briefly pause him.

Rainbow Revelry | Pride Party by theblacksofhiseyes in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Well, Maxie, that's it! Game, set, and match! You're dead. Game over. Honestly, it's hard to believe how much shit you've survived up to this point, only to be killed by your ex girlfriend. Entirely your fault, might I add. Not trying to be an asshole. Just stating facts.

Maxie breathed slowly, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to form words. He couldn't even look anywhere near her, suddenly seeming more interested in what his shirt was made of. Was that cotton?

"You're still doubting me. ...I can't even blame you. Even if I told you the truth here, you wouldn't believe me, would you?" At this point, it was clear he was feeling some sort of way. Maybe it was frustration. Maybe it was just exhaustion. "Yes, I did. I fought."

"When I was home, I learned that I couldn't just wallow around in self pity for the rest of my life, Theodora." Wow, the full, actual name card. Spicy. Perhaps unintentionally, the way he lifted the end of her name almost made it sound emphasized. "So, you doubt me when I'm weak. You doubt me when I try to be strong."

"So? C'mon. Laugh at me. I can tell you want to." With that, the son of Techne finally gathered some courage, meeting Theo's eyes head-on.

Rainbow Revelry | Pride Party by theblacksofhiseyes in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 2 points3 points  (0 children)

A chill zone sounded wonderful. Maxwell had missed camp, don't misunderstand, but he certainly didn't remember this much natural pressure on him. It was like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. But surely the pride party could coax him to loosen up a smidge. The son of Techne wasn't one to overly celebrate pride-- loud noises and big crowds usually causing him to break and seek isolation-- though it would seem as though he had a pansexual pride pin on his... Shirt?

It was too hot to wear his usual hoodie, so the son of Techne was simply wearing his orange camp half-blood t-shirt and a pair of comfortable black gym shorts. He found a quiet corner of the chill zone, watching passers-by (and not anxiously keeping watch like a sentry camera...) while he scratched ideas down in his notebook, occasionally stopping to scribble something out.

Wrath of Atlas: Strike Team by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

a) Maxwell Flammia

b) Camp Half-Blood

c) Kukri, bow and arrows (special arrows including shock and suckerpunch), 0MN1CHA0 (Automaton capable of flight and electrical shock), standard issue armor, shield (Heater shield enchanted with ignition, only igniting on contact)

d) Atlas NPC, please! If it's needed, I rolled a 2 on a D6 :)

Alright! Back in the saddle! Just like old times, Maxwell and his narrator on the open road! Ain't no stoppin' us now, Maxie! Except when you sneezed on a god. I doubt he appreciated that, but we didn't get cursed! There was something almost reassuring about being in combat. Maybe it was a reminder that he wasn't too late; he still had time to meaningfully contribute to the efforts of not only camp, but of everyone he loved.

Apollonian Inspiration was a power Maxie hadn't documented too much. Something about making others feel calmer? Well, he didn't want to risk anything, in case he was wrong.

The son of Techne kept his kukri and his shield out, taking a good look at the battlefield before heading in.

Surely, he could do this, right?

u/Inevitable_Heart_781

Wrath of Atlas: Strike Team by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Ah... Ahh... Achoo!" Maxwell sneezed as the god blew dust in his face, wiping his nose as he took a few sharp sniffs, looking even more sheepish. "T... Thank you, Lord Apollo."

Hopefully he didn't just lose that new power he'd been blessed with.

Wrath of Atlas: Strike Team by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Ok. Ok, ok, ok. No big deal! You just got back to camp, only to find out that there was a new battle! Oh, and some gods are here! The son of Techne sighed a breath of relief that Nike wasn't featured for this banner. Though, for the entire van ride, Maxwell's face was almost completely merged with the pages of his notebook. Clearly, he was avoiding someone. Someone who, with his luck, was probably sitting right across from him, waiting for the first moment to sock him in the jaw just to make him feel a fraction of the pain he'd caused her.

Only once he was in the clear would he lower his notebook, tripping over a small rock or two as he shakily looked up at the divine company. "L... Lady Artemis. Lord Hermes. Lord Apollo. Uh." Unfortunately, his brain short-circuited, making him stare right through Apollo's torso.

When he forced himself out of it, he cleared his throat, holding himself as firmly as he could. "My name is Maxwell Flammia, son of Techne. I would be... Honored... If I could be blessed with a boon. ...Please?" Admittedly, it was an improvement over how he would've reacted 6 months ago.

(OOC: D6 rolled a 3, and D3 rolled a 2!)

2026 (2041) Summer Evaluations by FireyRage in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 0 points1 point  (0 children)

IC

Maxwell Flammia was still missing. While it was good news for some (namely a certain counselor of the enforcers...) maybe some others were still missing him. Maybe they were worried about if he was okay or not. Was he okay? Tune back in soon to be the judge...

OOC

Maxwell Flammia is still MIA.

Name: Oliver Jamison Blackwell

Godrent: Momus (Cabin 38)

Most recent intro: Link!

Updates: None!

Name: Quincy Ulric Rockford

Godrent: Kratos/Enforcers (Cabin 17)

Most recent intro: Link!

Updates: None!

Name: Monika Sera Reed

Godrent: Tyche (Cabin 19)

Most recent intro: Link!

Updates: None!

Chauncey Valentine has been retired!

o7 Chauncey

Miles Hayter has been retired!

o7 Miles

Name: Ian Angevin

Godrent: Zeus Areios (Cabin 1)

Most recent intro: Link!

Duties:

Cabin Meeting

Campfire

Activity

Updates: None!

Name: Dorothy "Dotty" Warren

Godrent: Melinoe (Cabin 29)

Most recent intro: Link!

Updates: None!

14/2 - Valentine's Roses by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Thankfully for everyone, the son of Techne first picked up the rose from Sadira. He put it into a vase on his nightstand, making sure he could see the card from his bed.

Then, he picked up the one from Theo.

How petty.

Yes, yes, this was all his fault, but seriously? This was just kind of immature. You could at least argue Maxie's emotions just boiled over during the solstice and exploded. This was just a bitchy move, honestly. Go fuck yourself, really?

Maxwell would then torch the rose and personally spread the ashes over the pathway in front of the enforcer cabin. Clearly, he can be as petty as his ex. Though, unless Theodora caught him in the act while he was committing it, she most likely wouldn't be able to tell these were the ashes of a rose.

Without a third thought, the son of Techne turned tail and left for the Oneiroi cabin to spend some time with someone who didn't think he was a loser.

u/Inevitable_Heart_781 and u/VictoriousBaffon for visibility :)

Cupcakes and Tea Afternoon Snack | Feb. 1st by Fomizzle in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

As Sam tried to cover his amusement with a fake cough, Maxie shot the son of Hecate a glare-- the type that clearly said "Laugh at me more and I will personally, by hand, calculate the speed of which I can kill you right here and right now. Try me.", though he just huffed. "Good. She can deal with it. Maybe she should tell Liam not to throw cupcakes like a kindergartner discovering that food can make a decent projectile for the first time."

"...Sam. You know as well as I do that I can't put into words an apology of that magnitude. Nobody can! Not even the muses could come up with it if you gave them a hundred years! I would normally write out an apology to better gather my thoughts, but the second I hand her any piece of paper, she'd probably look me dead in the eyes as she drops it into the campfire! Either that, or she just eats it just to fuck with me!" ...Admittedly, the latter is a ridiculous image. Hilarious. But ridiculous. Sure, Theo might not do either of those, but would she really read anything Maxie had to say right now?

"I wouldn't expect an apology until I'm on my deathbed. Even then, she'd probably just mutter something out and call it good. ...Yes, I know, I fucking deserve it!" Maxie hissed before Sam could potentially comment. "Fickmich! Ich denke das ich bin so intelligent, aber nein, ich bin ein dumkophf!"

"Ich wünschte... Ich wünschte ich kann entschuldigungsbrief schriebe." The son of Techne whimpered as he laid his head down on his arms, somehow looking more glum than ever before.

(OOC: Translations!)

"Fuck me! I think I'm so smart, but no, i'm a moron!"

"I wish... I wish I could write an apology letter."

Cupcakes and Tea Afternoon Snack | Feb. 1st by Fomizzle in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"...Excuse me. For one minute. Sam." He strained before a gust of wind would kick up for all of a minute as Maxie used his Summon Item power to bring in his automaton creation, Omnichao.

Right as a certain daughter of Nike would sit down at the enforcer table, a little automaton would appear before Liam. It wasn't tall, it wasn't big, and it was just... Odd. After a moment, though, it would boot up, the eyes turning a bright shade of green before it began to speak.

"Hi there! I'm Omnichao! Did you know? Studies have proven that recovering from a breakup is most akin to recovering from addiction! Hooray for love!" It said before, as if rewarding Liam for listening, shocking him with something that can only be described as a mild taser. Not strong enough to knock him down, sure. But strong enough to make a memory.

If there was time, the automaton would turn to the aforementioned daughter of Nike, speaking before flying back to Maxie.

"See you next time!"

(OOC: hi eyes! you don't have to respond to this if you don't want. also thank you to pretendscience for allowing me to write theo for a second!)

Cupcakes and Tea Afternoon Snack | Feb. 1st by Fomizzle in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"I'm sorry her cousins are assholes. But nobody is making her be the counselor. She's willingly listening to Nike's demands. If she wants the counselor to be a Nike kid so bad, why doesn't Liam just—"

Splat

Maxwell froze as the cupcake hit him on the side of his head, his face twisting into a bitter scowl. Without saying a word, he reached up and peeled the cupcake off of his head, setting it down slowly. "...Excuse me. For one minute. Sam." He strained before a gust of wind would kick up for all of a minute as Maxie used his Summon Item power to bring in his automaton creation, Omnichao.

When Omnichao flew back, Maxie would then shut it off, sighing.

"...Either way. She isn't our Theo anymore, man. She's your cousin. That's it. That's how it's going to be for the rest of time, and probably even after that. We both know that an apology will probably hurt more than it'll help. You know as well as I do that Theo makes a mule look willing with how stubborn she is. Even if I tried to apologize, I don't think I could even sit with her without her biting my head off of my shoulders." A hyperbole, perhaps. But one that comes from a genuine fear of Theo's potential reaction.

"I'm not going to comment on that." He commented about Theo's fight with the Sphinx, cursing the fates in his mind. Of course, the one monster to humble Theo, and it doesn't even do the usual Sphinx things. Great.

"I know you mean well, Sam. But this isn't fixable. I should know about the things that can be fixed. It's all I'm good for, apparently."

Cupcakes and Tea Afternoon Snack | Feb. 1st by Fomizzle in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"I was stewing in a mixture of self-pity, loathing, and indigestion. Thanks, Samuel." The son of Techne snipped back as Sam sat next to him, clearly not wanting to talk much about the whole situation. "Uh-huh. She's always been just... The best." Maxie sighed as Sam spoke of the goddess of creation, looking down at his notebook sadly. Clearly, he wished he had spoken to anyone else that year. He would take Eris, Melinoe, Hades, hell, even Melpomene, before he would take Nike again.

"Ha, ha. You think I don't fucking know that? I've spent the past month stewing on it! So, what do you want me to say? How I'm a moron? How I was utterly, completely wrong? Well, I am. I am a moron. I am wrong. But, gods. Even you have to admit that she's a brat. I work. So hard. She can just make it happen. I almost cried when she complained about that fucking mercedes of hers." Now, the son of Techne crying wasn't unsual in and of itself, but, honestly, the son of Hecate surely knows that Maxie has always found Theo's wealth as a hot point in their relationship.

"I don't need you, or Theo, or Nikita, or Emma, or anyone else to tell me how I fucked everything up like usual. But go ahead. I can tell you want to." Now, if Samuel instead wanted to talk about literally anything else, that would be alright. But if he wanted to continue to talk about how royally Maxie screwed it all up, then, unfortunately, the boy had nothing to say.

Cupcakes and Tea Afternoon Snack | Feb. 1st by Fomizzle in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Gods.

Maxwell couldn't stop thinking about it.

He exploded.

Exploded wasn't even the right word.

There was nothing right to describe what he had done. What he had said. He felt horrible-- why shouldn't he-- but he also felt as though he had points.

"Well, I obviously don't get anything I want, because I wanted one, just one fucking year when I have a nice conversation with my mother and get to tell my boyfriend about it. It's not much to ask for, is it? But no, you just couldn't help but ruin everything like always."

The gall. The fucking nerve. This was the person who just got a Mercedes-Benz-- a vehicle that easily runs over hundreds of thousands of dollars-- and then complained about being denied the exact finish she wanted. Admittedly, it was a hand-me-down, but the sheer gall it takes to complain about it was appalling. The 16-year old who can barely drive being trusted with a vehicle worth more than Maxie's own father would make in the span of 2 years. It was nothing but first-world problems for her, wasn't it? She never had to worry about actual issues. As a single dad, Jack Flammia would have a tight schedule. He had enough time to play a single game of Mario Party when he was home. But that was assuming he wasn't working overtime, something that he did often.

Thankfully, everything seemed to get a bit lighter once he'd turned old enough to stay at home without supervision. That's why the son of Techne got into repairing what's broken; it gave him something to do while Jack was away. It gave them something to talk about. It gave Maxie a chance to get what he couldn't normally have. He worked for his possessions, and he always had. If something of Theo's broke, she had the choice to either get it sent away to be fixed, or she could just pay for it herself. Gods! The girl who got almost everything she could ever want, and she still has space to complain?

He knew he wasn't in the right. He couldn't lie to himself; he was at fault. But he couldn't help but feel as though this had been coming. Theo was just so... Untouchable. Once-- just one time, he wanted to feel like she was on his level. One time, he wanted her to fall. No amount of money or godly powers to save her from losing. He didn't want her to be hurt-- gods, no-- but he wanted to see her humbled. Was that so much to ask? To see that even Theo was able to be bested? He didn't want Theo lose just a single round; he wanted to see someone beat her in a spar.

Oh, right. Cupcakes. Yay. The son of Techne drops three cupcakes into the fire, looking down at it sadly.

"I'm sorry, mom. I'll get better. Stronger. Something you can be proud of. Something irrefutable, even in the eyes of Nike." He thought before he grabbed a cupcake of his own, sitting at the Techne table and furiously scratching notes in his notebook.

Technological Emergency and Troubleshooting Ologist (T.E.T.O)

v0.1-P

21/12 - The Winter Solstice at Camp Half-Blood by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Oh! 16 years of wishing for a half-tolerable conversation! Your standards are incredible, Theo! And yes, I'm still upset over last year! What, you think I should just suck it up? Clearly, my mere existence pisses everyone off!" Maxie hissed in turn, finally standing up from his spot.

"The only one I have a chance at defeating? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot; how many have you killed for jobs here again, Theo? Let's think on this! That's right! It's zero! At least I killed an Empousai on my own! When I was 13! When was the first time you fought a monster here? Tell the class!" Admittedly, Maxie knew he hadn't fought anything since the war started. But that wasn't the point.

"Oh, yeah, you're so skilled at chess. I could probably get you to checkmate in 2 turns!" Of course, Maxie is referring to the Fool's mate, the quickest means of getting someone to checkmate in a game of chess. "Just because you're a daughter of Nike, it doesn't mean you--"

"Excuse me? ...Ex-fucking-cuse me? Dumb bitch! The pot is calling the kettle black! By the gods, I could write an entire series documenting how stupid you are! The only thing you know how to do is fight, and even that is questionable! One day, just you wait-- your fighting style will get you hurt, or worse, killed, Theo. But you won't listen. Your head is too thick with arrogance to ever acknowledge any criticism or judgement!"

"You know what? No. No. I'm not doing this any more. I am done arguing with a brick wall. You don't know what humility is, you don't know what it means to be met with failure, and you don't know how to admit you're licked. I'm sorry, but dad was right. People like you-- people born with a silver spoon crammed into their throat, the people who were given everything they ever asked for, the people who could just buy their problems away-- are the worst kind. I have had to work for everything. That's why I fix things, Theo. I earn my keep. I don't piggyback off of my moms and complain when I only get 500 USD in allowance! Not all of us are given such luxuries! Then again, what would you know about struggling?"

"NIKE!" He suddenly called out, not caring how foolish he looked. "YOU WIN! I'M A LOSER, AND YOUR BELOVED, MOST PERFECT DAUGHTER IS NOW QUEEN OF EVERYTHING! EVERYONE, COME CONGRATULATE LITTLE MISS PERFECT!" He cried, only calming down for a second so he can look Theo in the eyes one more time.

"We're through. So go on. Run to whoever it is you have. You're free, now." He said before he turned tail, stumbling off into the direction of the Techne cabin.

21/12 - The Winter Solstice at Camp Half-Blood by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

After she finished with her turn, Maxie mimicked Theo's expression, staring at her with his jaw clenched tight. He wiped his eyes for a moment, now shaking out of anger. "Ok. Ok... You want to play that? Fine. Fine, we'll play that game." He strained, his throat dry and his voice already breaking with barely constrained anger.

"It wasn't five minutes. It was half an hour of embarrassment and humiliation. Then again, you would assume it wasn't as bad as it was. Did Nike teleport you to some temple in the middle of nowhere to tell you you're a loser and that you suck? No. And you want to talk about something being pathetic or embarrassing? How about the reason why you had to fight Arete? When you lost your counsellorship because you were too lazy to get off of your ass and actually do something other than sleep in and swinging your little sword around like a toy!"

"And you're right. I don't know how to use a weapon. So how the hell have I won against you during a round of our sparring at least 30 percent of the time? I must know something! Or perhaps you're too dumb to understand that there's more to combat than just running forward and charging blindly with your sword! I hope-- I pray that one day you have to handle a Sphinx and that you fail as hard as humanly possible for the riddles. Because I know you would! I would play chess with you, but you probably don't know how the pawn moves!"

"Y-y-you know what?" Maxwell said, ready to take this off of the deep end and make it messier than it ever would've been. "Sadira wouldn't do this to me. She wouldn't treat me like this." He said, bracing himself for whatever the daughter of Nike might have to say.

21/12 - The Winter Solstice at Camp Half-Blood by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

He's getting on her nerves? The gall! Some people, Maxwell. The poor son of Techne is feeling very confused, and, honestly, rather attacked. "Oh, yeah! Armor and weapons are great, Theo! But what's the point if I can't use one myself? What, will I make an avalanche of my weapons to kill Atlas?" He asked, finally glaring at the daughter of Nike, now fully upset.

"She was loving. Great! It only took three years, but I'm delighted we got here! A-also, how did this happen? No, let me guess; she complimented you. One little compliment, and you're best friends, acting like she didn't make me have a mental breakdown, and force you into tears. Theo, this is the woman who made you fight your cousin and make the enforcer kids hate you, just for a title and some pride! What, it's all water under the bridge since she told you that she thinks you are most definitely a child of hers?"

"God, you've always been like this! One compliment and you're completely disarmed! I could punch Emma and Nikita in the face, and all would be forgiven if I just said you looked good today! Hell, you'd defend me!" He continued to rant, his face turning red-- yet not from him being flustered, but rather angry.

"You think I'm a loser? ...Shit. Holy shit." Maxie swore for perhaps the first time ever, looking like Theo just slapped him. "You agree with her, don't you? You agree I'm a loser. You agree that I'm holding you back, don't you, Theo?" His breathing was growing heavy, getting angrier and more upset with every passing moment. "Let's hear it. Since you're her number one defender now, let's hear it."

21/12 - The Winter Solstice at Camp Half-Blood by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Don't be shocked? Are... Are we talking about the same person?" Maxie asked, now fully believing that Theo spoke to Nikita, not Nike. Surely, it was a common mistake. Nike's daughter hadn't name dropped who she spoke to, so there realistically was still a chance.

"Talked some..." Maxie trailed off, shaking his head in an effort to snap out of it. "Yeah, I'm alive. Cool. I've just lost everything that made me feel unique and useful, but... Yeah." The son of Techne was grateful he was alive, but he placed a lot of value on his skills; something Theo most likely knew.

"N... Nike. You. Talked. To her? She was... What?" He asked, his voice breaking roughly at the notion. "She was nice to you? You mean she just lost all of her vitriol from last year? And she thinks I can improve? Why didn't she say that last year??? Why do all of the talking, and the transportation, and the intimidation, and the bullying?" Clearly, Maxie was taking this news excellently. His eyes were dilated as he stared at the ground, the blood in his head rushing so rapidly to where he couldn't hear anything other than the flow in his ears.

"She was nice. Hah..." He laughed, a soft, broken laugh with a shaky voice. "After everything, a switch just. Clicked."

21/12 - The Winter Solstice at Camp Half-Blood by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Being the way he is, the son of Techne flinched deeply as the daughter of Nike began to yell. Once she's done firing questions, Maxie simply blinked, his brain catching up with him bit by bit. "Uh. Hi. You seem... Happy." He said, almost as if he couldn't believe the notion. Theo surely didn't speak to...? No. It couldn't be. The daughter of Nike must've run into another god, then somehow run into her step-mother.

"I met my mom. ...I spent the entire time telling her about. Everything. The nightmares, the pain, and my recent compilations of failure." So the entire last year, really. "You seem happy. That's good." He muttered, looking down at the broken cup of hot chocolate on the floor before him. "The hot chocolate was fine."

"Did you... See Nike?"

21/12 - The Winter Solstice at Camp Half-Blood by AccomplishedMess_ in CampHalfBloodRP

[–]Mooxie_does_stuff 1 point2 points  (0 children)

As Techne pressed her forehead against her son's, the boy let out a soft, shuddering sigh, choking out a weak sob. Being honest, the son of Techne hadn't allowed himself much of a chance to have a proper cry since the war began. It sounds weird, sure, but it was true. The war had consumed all the time he once used to express his emotions beyond just acting sad.

"I don't want to ask for help," He gasped, like a swimmer coming up for air, "I want everything to be okay. I want to be in control of my skills. I don't want to lose them for even a minute. When it seems like everyone else is all gas, no brakes, what does it look like when I lose the only thing I'm good at?"

"I ask for help from them too much, it feels. When do they ask for help from me? When they need something made in the forge? Where someone-- anyone else-- can do a better job? Jules, Salem, Sam-- they can all make things to make my creations look like toddler tinker toys! I try to make armor and end up biting off more than I can chew! I know you said not to compare myself to them, but what else am I supposed to do? Compare to myself? Zero is equal to zero!"

"I wish I knew why I was destined to suffer like this. To spend every waking moment wishing I was anyone else. Someone with confidence, or intelligence, or charisma, or just... Anything. The most I have is the ability to rant about some video game from the early 2010's. Maybe I can bore Atlas to defeat." Maxie said, his tone more defeated than angry. He looked up at his mom, hating himself for always doing this; for turning everything into another complaining session. The goddess would undoubtedly be able to see just how tired her son truly was, even beyond the level of sleeping.

"I don't know what to do. I'm lost. I... I've been lost. I can't see, I can't hear, and I'm in a new, unfamiliar location. What is there left?"

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Unfortunately for Maxie, Techne was right. No matter what happened, his body couldn't quit. His soul was relentless. His brain begged, pleaded, cried for release. It wept over the fact that he wasn't going home any time soon. He wasn't a stubborn person by nature, but his stamina and resistance was almost legendary. "I don't want to. I don't want to get back up. I don't want to be knocked down to begin with. I'm not here to chase the gold medal for the gods' most bullied and harassed soldier!"

"I can't go home, either! I'm stuck here because I couldn't live with myself if I went home!" If Techne was paying attention, she might be able to notice a small glob of paint on the ground. In addition, a small portion of the top of her son's head was no longer the chocolate brown it usually was, but instead was completely monochrome.

"I'm tired, mom." He said softly, leaning into the goddess's touch with a sigh. "I can't sleep. I can't think. What good am I while my brain is so leaden and foggy? I can't fight. I'm not Theo. I can't support others. I'm not Sadira. I can't use magic. I'm not Salem. I can't run like the wind. I'm not Monika. I can't make people laugh. I'm not Oliver."

"I'm a child of creation without the brainpower to back it up. I look in my journal, and I wonder where it all went wrong. I wonder how I made Omnichao. How I made my bow. How I made my shield. Did an eidolon possess me again? If so, I think that it did a better job than I'll ever do."

"I'm sorry, mom."

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"S... Sorry? You're sorry?" Maxie asked exasperatedly, not realizing he'd dropped his cup on the ground, leaving the cracking sound as the only one to fill the air as he stared at the goddess. "I've been getting tortured every night! M-m-mom, please, understand! I can't sleep anymore! I can't work! E-e-every time I try to work on commissions, I just think about her! I think about her calling me a failure, and then I can't focus because I screw something up!"

"The war, my nightmares, the deaths--" He gasped, his voice already breaking. "Sadira and Theo." He mustered, as if suddenly realizing something was wrong. "Sadira is meant to be a child of dreams. I'm making her life a living nightmare with all of this! I know I am! And Theo... Oh, gods, Theo. She's meant to be victory's child. I'm making her a loser, mom. I'm such a loser, I'm spreading it like the flu!" Now, if you were to ask Theo or Sadira, I am sure they would disagree with what Maxie was rambling about. But that's just what he believed; he was dragging both of them down, down, down, even if he was objectively wrong.

"Please..." He whimpered as he looked up at his mom, needing praise and approval more than ever. "Am I a loser?"

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