Fandom Block Party

"That's brave of you," said Harriet, "I do hope you don't get into trouble. As for this ol' thing. It was a gift from my father, well my grandfather and great grandfather contributed too. Although technically they're also my uncles. My dad's side of the family is complicated shall we say. Best not to think about it. You want to see it?"

"..Dios mio, girl. That's one twisted family tree. I'm technically all white, but I was adopted by my parents, who're Latino," Ana said as she floated upwards.

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You guys can roleplay as as many characters as you want, y'know. Sorry if I didn't make that clear

"I do too," said Athena. "Although my friend Harry gets in way more trouble. I would like to see your pencil."

Dally tucked his blade back in, a bit tentatively as he walked on in silence. He knew they were right, but fighting had always been a part of his life... Dang it Dally, don't think about it. Stay. Hard.
"C-can I have an umbrella?" he asked quietly, his teeth chattering. This time, he got one. Unfortunately, it had several holes in it. "Thanks a lot," he muttered, trying to squeeze the water out of his white shirt.

The group seemed to be waiting for something... they had all just introduced themselves. Oh. "Erm, name's Dallas Winston. My friends call me Dally," he said, his dripping hair getting in front of his eyes. He brushed it away in annoyance.

Ana raised a brow at Dally. “How many people have you beaten up?” She asked dryly. “‘Cause by the look of those knuckles, I’m gonna say at least..fifty. And your hands look dry. You need some real good moisturizer there, buddy.”

Kuzon couldn't help it.

He was trying his best to be the mature adult he knew he was supposed to be now, but that moisturizer comment was just too good. He let out a snicker - and then quickly hid it behind a very loud and awkward cough.

“It’s true, though.” Ana snapped her fingers and a mini-vanity showed up in front of her, chock-full of brushes and palettes. She picked up a compact, plucked the powder-puff thing from it, and started patting her face with it. “Always look your best, or people will learn to see right through you.”

"Alrighty then," said Harriet, pressing down on the pencil's clicker function. The pencil began to grow longer and heavier, the handle becoming much thicker in her hand as she soon found herself holding her four foot long trident. It had a handle made out of gleaming bronze, leading to three sharp blades that ended in wicked points. The blades were its most unique feature. Flanking the central bronze blade were two blades made of two separate metals: Enchanted silver, from Artemis herself, and black Stygian Iron from the forges of the dead.

"It's not too shabby is it?" she asked, twirling the trident around with practiced ease.

"Oh, it's beautiful," said Athena, watching Harriet twirl the trident around. When she stopped, Athena traced it gently. Her finger stopped just below the sharp edge of the blade. "Something tells me you don't use this to fish."

"Looks like a giant fork." Ana raised a brow at Harriet's weapon. "Maybe put that away before you kebab any of us, please?"

"Well, I have hunted a couple of shall we say, really big fish with this one," said Harriet, smiling, feeling bolder with it in her hand and deciding to joke around a little," and don't worry, I've been using this since I was twelve. I've accidentally skewered only ten people."

Athena laughed. "Reminds me of the time my friends and I had to fight our way out of the forest before a bunch of giant spiders tried to eat us."

“Another great reason to put it away, hm?” Ana’s golden irises flashed. She squinted at Athena. “Yeah, okay, nope. Giant spiders are just..nope." She tuned them out by getting engrossed in her makeup, all while rapping 'My Shot', because...why not?

Dally snickered. "Fifty? That right there is about how many people I've killed, maybe even more." Dally glanced over at Kuzon, who seemed to be laughing, "What's so funny 'bout it, pal?" he asked, smirking more intensely now.