Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[FerretMonarch]

|Draco Eqquum-magno|19|Draft Centaur|He/him|Gay|The late Pan|Location: The campfire|Tags:Campfire group|
Draco waited patiently by a tree waiting for Chiron's return with the Lieutenant Laika. He hummed quietly unsure of what to do.




Niji "Ji-Ji" Sakura Budōnoki • 17 • (he/they) • Homosexual • Dionysus • Location: Apollo Cabin• Tags: Open!, Random NPC

Niji frowned as he watched his friend's retreating form. He hoped he found his dog. His frown deepend when he realized he was stuck with the donut.
He glanced at the donut and a random camper walking past. They stopped the camper, who glanced at his hair. "Happy birthday have a donut." Niji said tiredly shoving the donut at the camper.
The camper took it and walked to a gr and up of people who immediately started whispering.

'Great.' He thought.
Niji glanced inside the Apollo cabin; it was plum full of campers and Niji definitely needed medical attention, so he walked into the cabin and curled up in a corner falling asleep almost as soon as he sat down.

Sa'd "Lucky Charm" Salam•17•trans male (ftm)•Bi••they/them•Host of Set•Location: The Dining pavilion •Tags:Open! Ash

Sa'd opened his mouth to tell the camper, but Set popped another fruit in his mouth. Sa'd spit it out at Set.

"I was talking Set!"

"You need to eat not talk." Set answered with a grin.

Sa'd rolled his eyes and said "I'm fine, fine! This is Set." Sa'd pointed to Set and blushed in embarrassment from yelling.

"He's sorry for yelling. It happens sometimes." Set told the camper.

"Can't believe he sees me." Set said loudly in wonder.

"Set do not confuse him." Sa'd warned.

"But it's fun!" Set whined.

Sa'd was about to get onto the Chaos God for whining when he was millennium old, but Set handed him a waffle which Sa'd took.

Sa'd turned to the camper. "You're supposed to see him. It's fine don't listen to him. He's Chaos."

"I don't like that. Don't refer to me as 'chaos' refer to me as Your Highness." Set said puffing up his chest.

'He looks like a peacock." Sa'd thought.

"What's your name?" Sa'd asked.

'Please help me eat this food.' Sa'd mouthed nudging the plate towards the unknown camper and glancing at Set to see if he noticed.

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

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♛ 𝐖 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 — 𝐉 𝐈 𝐔 — 𝐇 𝐔 “𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐱”
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❨ head counselor ❩ ❨ ♀/15 years ❩ ❨ daughter of Poseidon ❩ ❨ tags/mentions: Caspia ❩


Caspia finished her giant muffin, and Hu got up from the picnic table, stuffing the last of her pancakes into her mouth. She would leave no breakfast behind, never. "So let's go to the cabin! I can't wait to show you around." She led her sister and colorful kitsune to the Poseidon cabin. "Each of us has a bunk, but there are only three occupants of a cabin meant for more than 30, so feel free to take up as much space as needed. The bunk over there, with the- oops." The Iris message from last night was still on. A very bewildered janitor, peering at the most, noticed the newcomers and seemed to have a heart attack. Ling, always the oppurtunist, snarled at the janitor and launched herself at the misty screen, ending the call. "As you can see, we have premium seats to any show we want, gratis. Pretty awesome, right? Anyways, the bunk with the lanterns is mine. That one over there is Satchi's. So just take any of them, I guess. Lots of free real estate."

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✵ 𝐋 𝐀 𝐈 𝐊 𝐀--𝐊 𝐑 𝐈 𝐄 𝐆 𝐄 𝐑 “𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤”
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The magician revealed herself, and Laika's ear twitched in mild suprise. Zahra had come all the way from London? If the magicians were all under attack, wouldn't it be faster to send someone from the hundredth nome, in Toronto? Or perhaps even one based in New York? But then Laika realized Zhara could have traveled through the Duat. She would have smacked her forehead, but couldn't exactly flick her tail over her head, so she just stood silent.

Crouching ever so slightly, Laika studied Zahra. She'd witnessed the magician turn into a lion as well, and had a sneaking suspicion which path this magician was following. Though Laika had no intention to reveal her true self, - unlike Celeste, this was a member of another mythology entirely - she said, in the tongue of the lion, "Might as well show your, well, other form. It'll be quicker. Then I'll take you to Effendi Chiron, as you say." She hissed softly, still gazing intensely at the magician in front of her.

[indigo']

Caleb Thomas|18|he/him|Athena|Arena|Tags:Emmie

Although he got the sarcasm, Caleb nodded solemnly in return to her request. “Of course, of course.” He raised his eyebrows. “Taking it easy? I would never!” He adjusted his grip on his shield, already thinking about how he’d polish out any marks that happened to get on it. At the taunt about a plate his eyes shot up to the girl in front of him, face alive with mock offence. “Excuse me? Little plate? I’ll have you know this is the finest piece of craftsmanship in this entire establishment. Have some respect.” He shook his head, muttering “little plate” under his breath as if it was the worst thing anyone could have ever said to him and his poor shield.

He got into a defensive stance, shield and dagger at the ready. Considering she had a bow and presumably some sort of wind or electricity powers, he was at a disadvantage. He wasn’t going to get any hits on her unless he got in close, and was quick about it. For now he’d have to wear her out, and watch for a moment of distraction. “Ladies first,” He said smoothly, raising an eyebrow tauntingly as he invited her to make the first move.

[WitchHazel]

|⟡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Celeste|

Mirabelle blushed slightly at Celeste's compliment. She wasn't used to being judged on more than her looks, and such a comment was certainly refreshing - albeit unexpected. She quickly regained her composure as the older woman inquired about Aphrodite. She gave a quiet chuckle at the comment about the pavement-man before reflecting back upon her dream. "She was... beautiful. In every sense of the word," Mirabelle explained. Her eyes took on a distant, almost wistful look as she described her mother. "As if she embodied it. She reflected all of my personal ideals of beauty, or... at least, that's what made sense to me at the time. Her eyes, her hair, her colouration... it all seemed to shift and change constantly. Beauty wears many faces, after all."
Celeste's musings on her own perspective gently led her back to the present. She listened with keen interest, thinking for a moment before answering. "There is much to learn in stories," Mirabelle assured her. "And at the very least, your tales could be like a time capsule, in a sense. And with the way things are going..." Her blue-grey eyes took on a stormier appearance. "Any military strategies you have to offer would be très bénéfique." Mirabelle silently hoped that she would get the chance to come back and learn from Celeste, but doubt gnawed at her insides. Facing off against a goddess, even a minor one, was something she'd never thought she would have to do. She knew demigods had done it before - even battled against the titans and forces much worse than some petty snow goddess. Still, after Chiron's speech the night previous, who's to say they weren't up against some world-ending threat like that?


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Cass, Aggy|

"No, just... asking for a friend," Juliet supplied, albeit hastily. It wasn't a lie, perhaps, but not entirely the truth either. Despite how much she wanted to deny it, she still cared about Mirabelle a good deal. Not romantically - not anymore, at least. But once you share that bond with someone else, you never really stop caring about them. Thankfully, she was saved by responding when Aggy arrived at the Hermes table. She waved at her, but her mouth was once again full of pancakes so she neglected to greet her verbally. Instead, she listened to Cass talk, glad for the chance to eat more of her breakfast.
Juliet's pleasant pancake-eating was rudely interrupted as a muffin came sailing over and hit her square in the forehead. "What the-?" She whipped around to search for the culprit, but no one conspicuous stood out. Setting her jaw, she grabbed the muffin and stood up on the bench she had been seated on only moments ago. "Whoever threw this -" she held the muffin aloft like Rafiki holding Simba "- thanks! How did you know blueberry was my favourite?" With that proclamation out of the way, Juliet smirked and plopped back into a sitting position. She continued working on her stack of pancakes, though she paused to wrap a napkin around the muffin and stuff it into her pocket as a snack for later.

|⊙|Zahra Al-Amin|217/Looks 32|She/They|Magician; Eye of Sekhmet|Location: Cabins Area|Tags: Laika|

Zahra nodded, impressed that the pale lioness could sense her feline form even tucked away as it was. Though she was rather drained energy-wise, the transformation wouldn't take much. She had perfected it in her many years of life, that much could be said.
She slipped almost effortlessly into her graceful feline form, the golden tawny coat contrasting with the stark white of the snow coating the ground. She was thankful for her pyrokinetic abilities; her core temperature rose to keep herself warm in such a body used to the beaming heat of the African plains. As a lion, she could smell the unique blend of scents that the camp had to offer, all undercut by the crisp smell of snow. She maintained eye contact with the other lioness, blinking slowly to indicate a peaceful demeanor. Her tail hung low and relaxed, and her ears were not pressed back nor erect. Though she could pick out Chiron's familiar scent in the cacophony of smells, it would be much more polite to allow herself to be led to him. "I thank you for your kindness." She dipped her head in a submissive gesture of respect.


|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Mount Marcy Caverns|Tags: Xaliphax --> Khione|

Vivienne stood still for a moment, simply staring as if unsure of what to do. Does this ethereal equine desire me to... comb his mane? The thought of doing such a mundane action with what was literally Death's horse seemed almost ludicrous. Yet she couldn't deny what she was seeing. With uncharacteristic caution, Vivienne slowly reached inside of the saddlebag and pulled out the comb. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting when tasked with stabling Xaliphax for the time being, but this certainly wasn't it.
She had carefully combed through his mane and tail and was actually in the process of braiding the pallid locks, her movements unusually gentle and graceful.
"Vivienne."
The chilling voice made her freeze in her tracks. She stopped, turning around to face her mother.
"Come with me. We must talk."
That was never good. Swallowing down the swirling panic that ballooned in her chest, the reserved young woman slipped the comb back into the saddlebag. She cast Xaliphax a look that could almost be taken as one of contrition as she followed the snow goddess back through the tunnels.
Khione led her into the area Vivienne secretly called her mother's 'ego room'; also known as the chamber Khione had turned into a throne room for the duration of her stay. The goddess raised her hand, creating a barrier of ice over the only entrance.
"We need to discuss our strategy for the next attack, don't you agree?"
Vivienne was silent momentarily, mentally writing out her response before she gave it. "But what of the demigods? The niphoi have reported that they are all but crushed. We have destroyed their largest symbol of hope inside that wretched place, after all."
In truth, Vivienne was erring on the side of caution. Certainly, she wanted that camp destroyed, but she had also heard that the collapse of the so-called 'Big House' had taken many lives - some of those lives were no doubt unconnected to her own years at Camp Half-Blood. Conflict warred inside of her. On one hand, the demigods deserved to be punished. But on the other hand, did she really want to take more innocent lives? For all she knew, someone could have been going through what she had when Audra perished. What she was still going through. Surely, they knew what all of this was about by now... Surely, they hadn't forgotten Audra's name...
"Oh, Vivienne..." Khione tsked coldly. "They are just like your father, only thinking about their own needs. Did any of them come after you when you fled?"
Vivienne didn’t need to hear the answer to that question.
"They abandoned you, exactly like he did. They were only willing to play the role of family until it inconvenienced them. And now, they’ve forgotten all about you... and Audra."
A sea of agony simmered inside of Vivienne at the mention of that name. "I shall never let them forget what they have done," she spat, the pain quickly morphing into anger.
"Nor should you," Khione hissed. "I told you... they still forget you. Is this enough proof for you? Proof of how little they care?"
"I shall make them remember," Vivienne snapped. "I swear it, I shall carve her very name into their memories if that is what I must do."
"They won’t," Khione said simply. "Oh darling... they think this is all my doing."
A blatant lie, though Vivienne believed her mother wholeheartedly. The cold words cut her to the very core.
"Why do you think that is, Vivienne?"
"I..."
"I know why. I’m beginning to believe that destroying their little camp is too soft a move."
"What? But... our sources have informed us that they are devastated. The loss of the Big House has crushed their spirits completely. Even their numbers are thinning."
"Those pesky demigods are resilient," the snow goddess whispered. "They never learn. The only way to show them, to make them pay... kill them all."
Vivienne’s eyes narrowed and flickered to the side.
Khione frowned, a chilling expression that made Vivienne’s throat dry up. "I made you strong. I built you into who you are. And this is how you repay me? With hesitation?"
Vivienne stiffened, silently willing her nerves to morph into anger. "I..." she started.
"What? What excuse could you possibly have to spare the lives of those puny half-breeds?" Khione snapped. "Remember what they did to you. Remember what they did to her."
Vivienne forced herself to meet her mother’s coffee-brown eyes, somehow so much colder than her own. "I... I shall not let you down, mother."

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

✼ 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 — 𝐒 𝐇 𝐀 𝐃 𝐎 𝐖 “𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢”
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❨ it/it's ❩ ❨ Immortal ❩ ❨ Primordial Being ❩ ❨ tags/mentions: npcs ❩



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The hundredth nome's base, an enclosed segment of the CN tower, was silent, a brief respite from the last night's battle. Magicians scurried this way and that, counting their fallen and tending to the wounded. The monsters had trampled the place, but it was still a close victory for the magicians.

No one noticed the tiny tendril of shadow twisting and writhing on the floor, slowly extending towards an unsuspecting magician, wounded and lying on the floor. The Shadow was reaching for the medic, rising up from the ground like a cobra. It slithered up his chest, and darted into the wounded man's mouth.

Patrick Sivakumaran sat up. A thin gash was present on his neck, but it didn't bother him. He stood up and, looking back to make sure no one saw him, he walked out of the battlefield and into an alleyway. Then he turned into a puff of smoke and vanished into the Duat.

He arrived at the North end of the Nome's headquarters. The magician opened his mouth, and a wisp of smoke curled out of it. It grew larger and larger, taking the shape of an enormous tarantula.

It raced across the headquarters, disemboweling each magician it met. Screams filled the air, and when the spider cut down the last magician, the air grew silent again. With a cackle, The Shadow fled into the sky, turning it a stormy black.

It wondered what the House would assume had happened. Of course panic and chaos would ensue, and that was exactly what it wanted. Drinking in the terror and pain lingering in the air, The Shadow cackled once more and flew away.

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Wilhelm, Jamie
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

In response to Jamie's question, Aiden nodded. "Yep. I was a little unsure about it at first because you know... I-I've never been on a quest before... but people died yesterday." His gaze found its way to the crumbled remains of the Big House, where he spotted a pair of twin campers decorating the snow with flowers. A memorial. "I can't protect people by staying here anymore. We have to take the fight to them─to Vivienne and Khione." Will furrowed his brow briefly. "That gal Vivienne's wrapped up in all 'is?" He asked, leaning against the table. Aiden nodded. "She's got to be. Why else would Camp Half-Blood be a target? During Capture the Flag no less." Will seemed to at least partially agree, and soon Aiden turned his attention to Jamie. "You're going to be just as important as the rest of us when we get going. Iris gave you that weapon for a reason; now we'll get to see why." He offered the Iris camper a confident pat on the shoulder before digging back into his breakfast.

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【✦】| Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Aiden, Jamie
❝𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎❞

At the mention of Will speaking the knife's emotions, he offered a friendly chuckle. "I'm one of th' Hephaestus campers. Cabin nine." He informed Jamie. "Got a knack fer knowin' how weapons n' armors are feelin'. I think it's n' extension of th' techno-empathy I get from my divine paw. You got a little bit 'f it too, don'tcha Aiden?" The Athena camper mumbled something through a mouthful of food before swallowing. "A little bit, it's not super well-practiced. I'm only really good at telling how my shield feels." Will nodded and patted the younger boy on the back, turning his gaze back to Jamie. "But as I said, 'es a good egg. Trust in 'im and he'll trust you to treat 'im right. And best y' do, 'cause I think y'all might 'ave bigger problems than Vivienne and Khione." Aiden took another breather from his meal. "What do you mean? Do you know anything about the quest?" Wilhelm shifted a bit bashfully. "A bit, besides what Chiron went on 'bout last night. Lucy an' I─" Aiden made a face at the mention of the girl from the Apollo cabin. "Yea, I know. She an' I took the Grey Sisters' taxi t' Camp 'alf-Blood yesterday. Them's the witches that drive that damned chariot. None of 'em's were happy with th' snow, but they mentioned it was 'cause of Khione's brooding. An' she's got herself a mighty dangerous partner them Grey's wouldn't name."

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【✦】| Apollo | 16 | Female | ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Mirabelle, Celeste, Open
❝𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛❞

Mira was reduced to a shuddering mess. Good. Lucy denied herself a smile for now. Instead, she looked rather crestfallen, reluctantly putting her coat back on. She was thankful for the warmth, but a little upset Mirabelle hadn't accepted her gift. At the sound of the newcomer's voice, Lucy perked up. "Oh!" She twirled back and forth, looking rather sheepish. "I didn't mean to interrupt your reunion, Mira. It's nice to meet you, Celeste! My name is Lucy." The daughter of Apollo grinned. "I'll be over at that table," she pointed. "with the rest of the Apollo cabin. And Mira," her voice seemed to lose all its fluff, swelling with concern. "Be safe out there, okay? I'd hate to see anyone else die." Her final farewell sounded the most genuine out of everything she'd said so far. Was it just as much of a lie as the rest? It was hard to say. Lucy had no bounce in her step this time, she just retrieved her plate from the table and moved over to the Apollo table, sitting with the rest of her siblings. There were notably less lively than usual, but Lucy didn't concern herself with trying to lighten the mood. If she saw Hank, however, she'd definitely try to ask him about what all happened the day before.

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【✦】| Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Mount Marcy Caverns | Tags: Vivienne, Khione
❝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑❞

Xaliphax stood calmly while Vivienne partook in the task of combing his mane and tail. A simple task, but one the horse thoroughly enjoyed. His horseman performed the task quite regularly, and while having another do so wasn't ideal, it didn't mind the change much. The demigod treated him gently, and she even went as far as to begin braiding the course, bone-colored hairs of his mane. Midway through, Xaliphax became aware of the presence of another: Khione. The pale horse's tail flicked indignantly. He did not much care for the goddess, and here she was, pulling the kind demigod from it. The stallion fixed the goddess with a stare, was that scorn in its empty eyes? It turned away to allow Vivienne to go as if she hadn't been prior.

Nicholas waited patiently for his call to connect, pacing back and forth along the length of the balcony. In the meantime, he considered what he'd heard from Khione during their earlier exchange. There was a growing sense of dread, something here wasn't right. Before Nicholas could continue the thought further, a familiar voice filled his ears.

"I prefer to think of it as the latter," The horseman greeted the proxy, his voice swelling to life. "I passed on your offer to my queen of diamonds, and Khione has enough interest that she asked me to enlighten you with her name, though I must inform you, Minister," The horseman's end of the line grew eerily silent, and at last through the static, his voice returned. This time, it was within the confines of the New York hotel room. "I prefer to have these kinds of meetings in person." Nicholas removed the phone from his ear and ended the call, looking up to face the man Malcolm Kingston. "I'm sure you understand." A thinly veiled threat, perhaps. He bowed shallowly in greeting, standing with impeccable poise, glassy wings glittering with freshly fallen snow. The horseman brushed the dewing specks aside. "Now, do enlighten me on this offer of yours. You made the front page and the speech you gave was stunning, but please, fill me in on the details." Nicholas paused, sensing something faint, yet present nonetheless. He appeared momentarily distracted. Toronto, Canada. 37 dead. There's... terror. Lots of it. Images of a formless fury flicked through his mind. "Has Eris informed you of anything new? Because I do believe we've found ourselves another chess piece." He raised a hand as if to dismiss his own thoughts. "But─we can address that later. For now, this about you and your plot against Camp Jupiter."

[takara]

Jack "Reese" Dawson | 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: woods | tags: Auggie |

He watched her hands as she took the food, gauging her injuries under the guise of fear. That is too much blood...she should have let me wrap it, but he didn't press her about it, instead hsnding over the biscuits easily. Then she was talking about being some sort of pacifist. Is she playing at something? Reese opened his mouth to protest, pushing back a sleeve of his shearling to reveal some scars, but he was cut off by the appearance with a dryad. Although it would be fun to see Auggie get pursued around camp by an angry dryad, he did want her to make it out in one piece, so he nodded along solemnly to her story as they made their exit from the dumbstruck dryad.

He watched her tell him off for watching her arm, then wince when she stretched it, biting back a smile. 'Fine.' Are you? How about we test that theory. He looked down at her, his expression thoughtful. "Alright then, how about a spar? I could use some work on my geokinesis." And you could use some work with your stop-before-you-hurt-yourself-kinesis. He offered an arm, already pretty sure of her answer, and willing to risk the leather shell of his jacket on her.

Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: ---> Dining pavilion | tags: Aydan |

"Aw, give me some credit, you were scared for your life!"Ophelia reached out to squeeze his shoulder, playfully? Then pulled back quickly, keeping the smile on her face. "Try me in the arena, we'll see if you still think I can't maul" She teased, no, threatened, bumping a shoulder into him. She frowned when she noticed how softly she'd tapped him, and swiftly corrected that with another bump, this time with force. "But we'll save that for later." She said. Satisfied with herself, she crunched through the snow with renewed energy. Bouncing a few steps ahead, she spun around to tell him to hurry up, but her eyes caught on something behind him.

The Big House. She stopped, a deer in the headlights as she took in the rubble. There was...something about names... She tried to recall the events of the previous night, but they were fuzzy, swimming together in her mind. She blinked. The names of the dead...for their...pyres...oh Just like that, it clicked, making a sickening sort of sense in her head. Her face went blank. Will you be remembered? She wondered, a shiver running down her spine. She hadn't meant for her conversation with Orin to be so on point, so close to what would happen. It brought a tightness in her chest. The camp was her home now, it was all she had left. If it falls, so do I.
She took a deep breath, then shoved on.

When she finally turned back to Aydan and the task at hand, her voice was oddly calm. "Hurry up, don't want to worry Mira."

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Cabin 11--> Dining Pavilion | tags: Cass, Juliet | mentions:

Aggy looked up at the older girl and nodded over her stack of pancakes. She could work out what to do with her over breakfast, for now, she was starving. She put her plate down and crushed in next to Juliet, who seemed to have the same idea as her with the pancakes. Great minds think alike! She mused, loading up a fork and shoving the sticky mass into her mouth. Mmmm, this was the right choice, She thought, enjoying the fluffy syrup vehicles with half lidded eyes.

Ahem, quest? She reminded herself, turning back to watch the other girl's and their converstion. She been hearing scraps of conversation about it all morning, and she didn't know what it meant, but from what she could glean, it sounded like a superpowered field trip. The idea was enticing, and she wanted to know more, like how to sign up.

Henry "Hank" Walker | 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: outside Cabin 7--> toward lake | tags: Izzy | mentions:

With the extra bodies in the Apollo cabin, Hank had been awoken several times throughout the night, between helping injured campers to the bathrooms and fetching water as requested. It hadn't been a smooth night. When he was called from his bed for the umpteenth time (to inform a moaning camper that 'no, you're not dead, just getting some well needed rest at the ol'Apollo cabin'), it was 6 am, and he gave up trying to sleep. He strapped his bow to his back, clipped a leash on one unenthusiatic Izzy, and set out.

He pulled a face at the cold air that greeted him. He'd been expecting it, but that didn't make the feeling any more pleasant. He sighed and set out, his breathe making clouds of condensation on the crisp air. They made their regular lap around the lake, slowed down by the snow, and were back at 7:30, despite his efforts be return sooner. He really wasn't the best option for this head counselor position, but that was a problem for another time.

He let Izzy loose at the door, and she took off for the dining pavilion, knowing well what was coming. He walked in, no longer trying for quiet, and stepped forward to tap on the gong, albeit quite a softer than usual. "Attention campers, it's officially day two! Time to head up to the dining pavilion for some grub! If you can't attend breakfast, please let one of the Apollo cabin members know so we can bring some to you. If have any quest information, please stick around for the meeting after. " He announced loudly, which earned him some sour looks from both the injured, and his own cabinmates. Oh well. He set about getting changed, and soon enough he was heading a small line to the Apollo table, with Izzy neatly awaiting him by their spot.

[sammy,]

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
cabin 23 - big house
thanatos
mentioned: dahlia,
delilah
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teilo woke up late.
it must have been the cabin. it had a calming energy to it - one that made sleep easier than he had ever thought possible, a quiet, comforting void that grasped at him the moment he welcomed it. when he rose, it was haphazardly, clutching at his clothes and tugging them on - though he was careful not to crease them. that would have been a step too far.

breakfast did not call to him, and when he stepped outside, he understood why. there were too many people dipping in and out, too many conversations that carried across the wind. he would eat at the meeting. get something in then. that was a plan.

so instead, he slipped out, trudged in all sorts of directions until his eyes wandered to the remains of the big house - then to the multitude of figures that traced it.
ghosts, he realised. all of them spirits that had been lost. not as many as the count had been the night previous, but that was a given. all silent, all watching, barely noticing his presence as he stepped forward, looking on.
he didn't know if it was comforting or harrowing.

as he got closer, he realised that two of the figures were not, as a matter of fact, spectral anomalies, but campers. teilo considered waving, saying a little hello, but his voice died in his throat, eyes fixed on the drift and swell of colours that were somehow simultaneously too bright and too dull.
there would be more on the outside. was he ready for that? maybe. it seemed foolish to worry about it. there were bigger threats than the shadows of souls.

in the corner of his eye, he could see the campers - girls, identical to one another - were laying down flowers. that was nice. he was sure they'd appreciate that.

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𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚜
dining hall
aphrodite
mentioned: mira
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the description of aphrodite seemed to fit rather well, though celeste was admittedly not one for wild fancies. she had gained no introduction from the mysterious bartender, and so the mysterious bartender she would remain. nothing more. "i suppose there is not a word for a woman like that," she said reflectively. 'beautiful' simply didn't seem to cut it.

"a time capsule," she repeated with a chuckle. "you make me feel old." in a sense, she supposed she was. "ce que chante la corneille, chante le corneillon." the words spun, a welcome time to fall back on her roots. "my job was not creating strategies, but taking them down. if you want to know about spies, i am your woman. the rest was - regretfully - left to the men. perhaps that was why the war took so long to win."

"expect victory," she said, taking another segment of fruit. "always assume that you will win. but never show that assumption to your opponent. it is all deception, a game of poker." there was a bit of her that dearly missed that table. "i can give you that. oh -" an idea. a strange one, certainly. celeste's hands rose to her neck, unclipping the chain of a necklace that had hung there since it had been granted to her. clasped to it was a moonstone - an unassuming piece of jewellery, if one was not perceptive enough to note the nature of the chain the gem hung from. she leaned to pass it over to the fellow daughter. "it is a garrote," she said bluntly. "i have had my back saved by it many times. use it."

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𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗
new york -
hotel
proxy of eris
mentioned: nicholas
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good news, then. a wide smile. "you make me happy, horseman," he said, then silenced his joys to listen to the words. khione - there was a spark in the back of his mind. words, numbers, cast aside for now. "fantastic. send her my regards."
when the silence came, his brow furrowed. a few possibilities ran through a racing mind - had the line been cut? were they being listened to? had there been some form of interception?

no - as proven by the louder, clearer voice that came from behind malcolm. "and here i was thinking you'd buy me a drink first," he said, turning to look at the man. "you're taller than i expected." he hung up his own phone, slipping into the inside pocket of his coat. "i understand. highly sensitive information. i should have you sign the official secrets act." a glimmering, brief smile that doubled at the compliment. "i try my best. it's not often you have such an important audience. i prepared for the occasion."

the question of eris had the numbers again. the words. "yes. i believe it's related to the chicago attack. someone is trying to get my attention. it seems i'm in high demand," the notion brushed off, his attentions were returned to the matter at hand. "yes. indeed. hang on. hicks!"
after a moment, the door cracked open, and the guard's eyes widened at the new presence in the room. his hand went to the holstered gun in his pocket - but malcolm shook his head.
"down, boy. he's a friend," he reassured.
"how did he get in?" came the spluttered response.
"the window," malcolm replied bluntly. "could you let reception know that distractions are banned? if room service tries to pop in, i may have to have you incapacitate them - and that's just messy."
"um -" his shock seemed to clear. "okay, sir. i'll - right away."
"off you pop," he waved, waiting for the footsteps to leave the earshot of the room before he turned back to nicholas. "bless him."

"jupiter," his hands clasped together. "yes. there's a small battalion surrounding their entrance and exit. but that's - that's just showy, really. the point is the uproar. the big bang. and our mysterious little friend is only pushing that fear. sowing the seed of doubt into the minds of the many." as he spoke, he moved toward one of the untouched moët bottles from the night before, popping it open and pouring out two glasses. "the point isn't arresting them. in fact, jupiter's probably the least of your problems. they're across the continent. but when the public, those blessed idiots out there, hear all of this, there are two reactions. they say it's rubbish, ignore it. get on with their lives. or they believe it in its entirety. and it makes them angry. volatility is a blessing. that's why i came here to do it." he passed one of the flutes over, taking a sip as he spoke. it was early in the morning, but that was of no concern. "it's a leverage point. the angry are loud. the gullible are louder. and if they become loud enough, then people start turning in their neighbours. parents of demigods, mothers, fathers, become pawns."

"half of them will throw their lives away for the sake of their godly heritage. they'll fight in their names. but what happens when they learn that their families are detained? endangered by their actions?" a rhetorical question, one that he rose his eyebrows in wake of. "and then there's the rest. riots. protests. searches for teenagers who're doing the dirty work. get the angry mob on the camps, and the enemy becomes what they are trying to protect. humanity flipped on its head. most of their weapons only maim the monsters and the gods. it's an army of indestructibles." he paused. "but that's me going on a tangent. conjecture. theory. but there are volunteers rearing their heads in chicago now, preparing for war. it all becomes a good day to bury the news, as it were."

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes/Cabin|11|Head Counselor|Loc:Dining Pavilion|Tags/Mentions:Juliet,Aggy,open
Cass turned back to her coffee and gave it a sip giving a nodding at Juliet's answer somewhat glad to hear Jules wouldn't be partaking not that Cass wouldn't help in any way she could, she just wanted her half-sister to be safe. Cass chuckled over the muffin being thrown and Jules' happy reaction to it. "I mean if you wanted to learn more about the quest there is the meeting after breakfast you could go to" Cass said with a shrug "Or if you had any prophetic dreams or something" She mused before taking a bite out of her bacon. Cass wasn't really interested in going there was plenty of work to be done here and she needed to stay with her cabin. Cass looked out of the corner of her eye and noticed Aggy' had used her bracelet as a sword hand and let out a small smile at the sight of it glad to see that her gift was well received.

[norvina!]

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬☀️
(seventeen;female;posideon)
(cabin three)(tags;hu)

caspia followed the girl eagerly, glad to be learning more about her new environment. it was much better than the confusing and stressful explanation she got from her mother, looking at the cabin as they walked in it was rather huge. noting the iris message down as another strange thing she'd seen for the day, she'd have to ask about those later. "well, I guess I'll take this one." she spoke, walking over to the bunk against the wall. placing her bag on the bed, she sat down taking a moment to relax. "do you mind if I start unpacking, it might take a minute." she unzziped her bag, pulling out a few things. "you don't have to hang around if you don't want to." she shrugged, although she'd like the company, caspia didn't want to bore her already.

ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ + ᴅᴀʜʟɪᴀ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ
(seventeen;females;hypnos;nemesis)
(the big house)(tags;telio)

dahlia sat back, deciding to let her sister organize the flowers to make them look better. enjoying their moment of serenity together, with all of the chaotic events within the last few days she wanted to take a break and just relax. delilah looked back as her sister relaxed, placing the flowers neatly she continued to think of dara, a hypnos camper she'd lost in the big house. his energy was something she'd desperately miss having around, it saddened her greatly that she couldn't do anything for him.

as they continued to work, dahlia looked behind them spotting a boy glancing over at the two. squinting her eyes she tried to recognize him, tapping her sister on the shoulder "do you know him?" she asked, nodding her head in his direction. delilah glanced over her shoulder, recognizing the boy "good morning telio!" she called out sweetly, wondering if the boy would like to join them although she was nearly finished.