(Impatiently waiting for someone to reply)

(How do you do that?)

(The background is a different colour)

(Don't worry)

"GET OVER HERE!!"

Mihala fell back against the wall exhausted for the loss of blood, lots of screaming and using a bow with one arm.

(Idk, it just does it)

Phoebe crawled her way over, not trusting that she wouldn't shoot her in the head. Once she knew she was safsafe from being a target, she stood up. "What do you want?!"

Mihala shakily pointed at Ryker.

Phoebe looked stupidly at her. "What the fuc-" Her face paled when she finally saw what, not who, Mihala was pointing at. She took a shakey step back. "This isn't possible. You're not real."

(Guys, it's been exactly one year since I made discussion. Happy one year anniversary!)

(Happy one year!)

(Happy anniversary everyone! Our present is angst :’D)

(Yay! Now can we get back to the rp?)

(YES! @CharlieK If think you should reply)

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm completely real, Casanova," Ryker gives them a weak smile and grunts as he tries to sit up straighter. "Still deciding whether its a good thing or not,"

"It's a good thing YES! Because it's not like I almost killed Phoebe or anything and then you would be grieving. Ha, ha, haaaa…." Mihala chuckled nervously.

Phoebe and Ryker death stare at Mihala

"I'mjustgonnasithereandshut-up"

Phoebe shook her head, stepping back again. "No, I watched you die, I held you in my arms." Her voice was hoarse, a tear falling down her cheek.

"Phoebe…" he whispered. Using whatever amount of strength he had, he lifts himself up to his feet, the wall supporting him. "I can't remember what happened to me," he sighed, "I remember being hit and… falling, but that's about it. I don't know why I'm here, all I know is that it can't be a good reason." Ryker lifts himself of the wall, wobbling a little. His legs scream at him as he takes a step closer. He reaches out his hand. "I get why you're scared, because I would be too. But I promise you, it's me."

Phoebe covered her ears and closed her eyes. "No, no, no. It's not real, it's not real. He's not here."' She whispered herself, her voice breaking. It couldn't be him, it just couldn't. She had watched him die. She saw him take his last breaths. She had held him in her arms.

Wendi looked at him trying to see if this was really Ryker or just a trick of the mist. She hoped for the other's sake that she was wrong.

(This keeps dying damnit, don't let it.)

( @CharlieK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

"Is there anything I can do to make you believe me?" Ryker questioned.

Wendi spoke up for the group, "Tell us something only Ryker would know."

"I don't like french toast and I'm allergic to cats," he answered, "Is that enough?"

"Many people don't like french toast and area allergic to cats. Give us more," Mihala said on 'lookout'.

"No wait. Where did you get your scars from?" Mihala asked

Phoebe stepped around the demigods she was hiding behind (idk who just roll with it). She took her hands off her ears and looked at him. "Where was the first place we met and what was happening?" She said in an unsteady voice.

"Yeah, actually, that's better…" Mihala continued looking out for danger.

"I met most of you during the capture the flag game, but I met you in the cafeteria, after the food fight," Ryker answered, smiling a little at the memory, "You were threatening to use your charmspeak, them immediately started flirting with me,"

Phoebe choked on a sob before she ran to him, pulling him until her embrace. She didn't know how he was alive, but he was and she was never letting him go again. "Don't ever leave me again. I-I won't be able to handle it. If you even try I'll kill you myself."

(Ahh the feels!!! Ryke is sailng again!)