Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Sat Jan 16, 2021 7:45 am

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new york -
hotel
proxy of eris
mentioned: nicholas
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"and out you crept," eris said. "to fulfil your duty." more rhetorical than anything - there was a sense of thoughtfulness in the words, the way they sounded in the air, dragged and spun. "the prophecies -" something of a scoff. "the final slotted piece in the puzzle."
nicholas mentioned something of thanatos being a virgin god, and there came another one of those thoughts, unreachable. inside of himself, malcolm thought it interesting. he was not averse to sharing information with the horseman - he was one of the greatest allies he could wish for in such times, but eris' limitations seemed to forbid it. there had always been a split between their motivations, their goals, but normally, they worked well in tandem with one another. this left malcolm with a sense of confusion. doubt, perhaps, on the nature of her bidding.

his voice returned to him, malcolm smiled as he spoke of yeats. "you're a permanent fixture. the last hurrah. the curtains can't fall if there's no finishing line," he said, brow furrowing when a small bone was extended to him. without a shred of polite hesitance, he took it. "until next time." he nodded, examining the relic. nicholas said something that sounded like a goodbye, but it didn't register immediately. "'begone, horseman!' if we're fitting the theme. but what does this -" he looked up to find that his question was posed to an empty room. "- do?"

"why can't we do that? because that was enigmatic. that was - that was properly enigmatic. not quite pompous, though. i like it when people can toe the line like that." he rolled the bone between his fingers, set it down on the table, and began to pore over the brief meeting.
"hold on, did he say cheese bags?" he muttered. eris had dwindled away, once again a conglomeration of messy thoughts and urges in the back of his mind. "that's... well that's almost ruined it."

My gallery · by **Galeslash7** » Sat Jan 16, 2021 8:43 am

Bay Laurel, Immortal, Female, Drayd, Location: Apollo Cabin, Tags: Niji, Mentions: None

Bay looked at him in surprise as he offered her to sit and eat with him. At his question, her eyes widened. When was the last time she had eaten? Or just taken a break? Well, it kind of felt hard to now especially with what was going on in the last few days. First the dryads had to get ready for new arrivals, then all of this crazy snow stuff had happened. Bay thought about all the work she should be doing, or could be doing. But honestly, just taking a small break would be very nice. She was conflicted for a moment, but decided to sit down with Niji. "Oh, all right." Bay grabbed a chair and some pancakes, sat down next to Niji, and started to eat delicately. "Oh! Have you heard about the meeting? Chiron says that if anyone has any information about the quest, they should attend a meeting after breakfast." She wasn't sure if he had heard any of the announcements while he was in here or if he even knew about the quest. Most of injured in here hadn't heard yet, so she said it a bit louder so some of the others could hear.

My gallery · by **takara** » Sat Jan 16, 2021 8:55 am

Jack "Reese" Dawson | 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: woods | tags: Auggie, (Caleb and Emmie /same building)

Auggie's blade caught his, that was expected. What was not expected was the suddenly slack in the blades as her focus seemed to evaporate. Damn girl did bash her head up, and I don't feel like losing a finger to her stubborness. He feigned shock as her blade caught on to his one more, and dragged it out of his hands. It fell to the arena floor with a clatter. "I fold," He said, taking a step back and holding his hands up in surrender. I hope the other pair is not still spectating. He resisted the urge to check, and make himself look like even more of a fool. Besides, if anyone asks, I'm reserving my energy to put Mount Everest here back in the ground.

Ophelia looked up at Aydan's comment. He was looking to Mira, and she followed his gaze. What's that about? A puzzled expression flickered over her features, but it was gone in an instant, and Mira was moving on. Yeah, I'd better be...an iris message away... She pondered the thought, liking the idea of still being able to see her sister, but knowing well that any attempts at interaction during the quest could be dangerous, and would likely only serve to stress Mirabelle out even more. She lifted her hot cocoa and watched the blonde from under her lashes, trying to burn her image into her mind. I won't need it...but I will miss her. The thought made her uneasy, but thankfully she had a new distraction. A soft-looking girl, Delilah, appeared by Mira. Ophelia caught onto her ruffled feelings easily, a welcome reprieve from the more sour emotions that had been stirring recently. But she also watched Delilah like a hawk.

"Of course!" Aggy pouted, placing a protective hand on Flora's hilt. "She was lonely, as you should well know! Are you deaf?" She questioned, giving Juliet a hurt look. Her eyes darted to Juliet's boot, more specifically, the very outraged dagger within. "Oh, I guess you are deaf, explains why you can't hear that shrieking for some basic TLC and a good polish. " She snorted, not realizing that weapon-sensing abilities weren't a power shared by all demigods. She shoveled the last bites of pancake glob into her mouth, unaware that she sounded more than a little crazy. She set about scrapping up the extra syrup with a fork, and getting every drop of the precious liquid into her mouth.

Hank reached out to pat Lucy's shoulder. "Ay," He nodded. Speaking of, I probably should go too. He stepped back, shifting his weigh. He'd been expecting it, but it was still shocking to see the emotions pour over Lucy's face. He dropped his voice. "I have it on good authority that Iz makes a great handwarmer," and tear drier. "but I've got a feeling she'll be in high demand with all...all this." He waved a hand at the snow, but it also encompassed the sullen campers.

A thought hit him, and he turned away, choking on his own tears. Burial shrouds... Hank had made burial shrouds before, but never so many at once. They usually had time to grieve, to recall fond memories with bittersweet smiles, to comfort, and be comforted. This was different. A mass burial, just like-no! He cut the thought off and trudged toward the brazers, flicking his scraps into the fire. Sending a grim prayer to his father as he did so. A little help, please dad? We can't do this on our own. That done, he turned back to accompany Lucy to wherever this meeting was being held. Even if he didn't want to attend, he knew it was quite possible for one of his sibling's to have gotten heroic urges after the events of yesterday-urges that he would have to put out.

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Sat Jan 16, 2021 9:06 am

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

Mirabelle glanced up when Delilah quietly approached. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she felt suddenly self-conscious.
"I slept fine," she lied with a twinge of guilt. She desperately hoped that her carefully applied makeup did a good enough job covering the dark shadows that had hung beneath her eyes like bruises against her pallid skin. The last thing she needed before leaving on a dangerous quest was people worrying about her well-being. Well, more than they already were, anyway.
"Actually," she started, feeling apprehension course through her veins. "Can we talk?" An innocent question enough, though it often stuck terror into the recipient. She kept her tone light and gentle despite the nervousness gnawing at her insides. Truth be told, she was dreading this particular goodbye more than any other. But she knew it had to be done at some point. "Let's... go somewhere more quiet. It's getting rather loud in here." In verity, she simply wanted to get Delilah alone - this specific farewell was not meant for the ears of the public. "Just let me take care of this first - it will only take a moment." Mirabelle gestured to her half-eaten omelette, flashing Delilah an apologetic look. She rose to her feet and marched towards the burning brazier, casting a quick glance around to asses her surroundings. Aiden and Jamie had reentered the pavilion, she noticed, laden with luggage. They're coming as well, she realised. At least that meant two more goodbyes she didn't have to make. For now. Unease warred within her as her eyes flickered elsewhere. Everything seemed to be casual, almost too much so. Everything except - wait. Was Lucy... crying? Damn. They even looked like real tears. Part of her actually felt sorry for the manipulative harpy. Nonetheless, she politely turned her gaze away and got back to business. Lady Aphrodite, please accept this offering. Mirabelle scraped the remainder of her breakfast into the flames, watching their flickering tongues hungrily gobble up the meal. It's a thank-you... for showing me what needed to be learnt. With that taken care of, she returned her plate and moseyed back to the Aphrodite table.
"Sorry about that," Mirabelle stated, meeting Delilah's beautiful lilac eyes. "Now... um... follow me, if you would. I know a quiet place we can talk." She started to lead the other girl towards the kitchens building, intent on slipping behind it away from prying eyes. A sudden thought occurred to her, and she turned back to face the group at the Aphrodite table. "Oh - um - I'll be back in a few minutes," she informed them, trying not to sound as awkward as she felt. "Just... make sure Juliet doesn't steal my luggage."

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

Juliet raised an eyebrow at Aggy's comment, quite a bit confused at first. "What? She glanced down to where Aggy was looking, at her left boot. "Oh, you mean Mr. Pointy. Yeah, I should really see if I can get one of those Hephaestus guys to give him some care or something." She shrugged, not necessarily seeming too perturbed. "You can hear weapons, though?" The daughter of Hermes regarded Aggy with renewed interest. "Huh. You must be an Ares or Athena kid or something. Or maybe Hephaestus."

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

"You are so young to be hosting such a god," Zahra mused aloud. "I do hope you know what you are doing." The last thing she wanted was to see someone else burn up from hosting a god long-term. She'd regrettably seen it before, and it never got any easier. Especially with one so young. Zahra held out a hand for the jackal to sniff, but made no move to introduce herself to the creature otherwise. Felines were her specialty, after all. Though she wished she could continue the small talk, it was time to get down to business. "Why are you not in the Duat? Do you have any idea of the war raging on? We need all gods present to battle the Ogdoad, or the world as we know it will be destroyed." Her voice was calm and crisp, but frustration was starting to bubble forth. She could feel Sekhmet's power simmering in her blood, almost begging to be used. No, she told herself - and most definitely her deity - sternly. We must conserve for the real battle. Taking it out on a teenager is not what we came here for. The anger quickly receded, but left the exasperation behind.

|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Mount Marcy Caverns|Tags: Open|

After a rather tedious strategy session, Vivienne had wandered off into the cavern that had been furnished into a kitchen. She had yet to eat breakfast, and she was starting to grow rather grumpy in light of this. She set about making herself a sesame bagel with cream cheese. She completed her meal with a cup of iced coffee, so black it might've been considered mud. But that's how she liked it - dark and bitter. As she took a seat at the small table in the centre of the room, she found herself wishing she could relax. But her mother's suffocating presence still lingered like a bad perfume, and Vivienne wouldn't dare to be caught without her guard up.
The heavy weight of what she was to do later that day settled across her shoulders like a blanket. Vivienne knew this was what she had been training for - her ultimate revenge. Destroying the camp was all fair and good. But killing all of the demigods, even those who hadn't even arrived at that wretched place before the incident occurred? It left a foul taste in her mouth. Still, her mother was counting on her - and she didn't even want to think about what would happen if she let her down. Perhaps she shall finally be proud of me once I destroy every one of the demigods, she silently hoped. Taking down the barrier that protected the camp would be difficult, but after it was gone she would just sit back and watch as the monsters did all the work for her. It was genius, really. The only snag was removing the golden fleece from the tree. The dragon guarding it - Peleus, she recalled - may have been docile to most campers, but was a fearsome foe when agitated. She was mostly relying on Nicholas' skeletons to distract him, and hopefully snatch the fleece. Nonetheless, she would be lingering nearby, unseen thanks to her mother's abilities. If the skeletons succeeded in distracting the dragon but could not steal the fleece, she would swoop in and perform that part herself. Not ideal, to say the least, but she had to ensure that the plan would work.
During their meeting, Khione had neglected to mention anything about Nicholas' role in all this. Vivienne knew he was supposed to open the Doors of Death, but to what end? He had stated it was for the Camp Half-Blood demigods or something. But wouldn't opening the Doors allow their souls to potentially escape? Certainly, they would have to go through Tartarus first, but that had happened before. Though she tried her best to quash her internal doubts, the thought still scratched at the back of her mind.

My gallery · by **sunhorsestar** » Sat Jan 16, 2021 9:17 am

Kade Turner | Athena | Tagging: Wilhelm | Location: Camp, Dining Pavilion

Kade headed into the dining pavilion, which wasn’t as crowded as usual. Given all the chaos recently, he figured he should’ve expected that. However, there were a few people hanging about. He made his way over towards the nearest, offering a smile and wave in the way of greeting. "Hey, wassup?" He asked, stopping by Wilhelm. They hadn’t talked much to his memory, but there was a first for everything!

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Sat Jan 16, 2021 10:14 am

[✿]Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Dining pavilion|tags:Aiden, Ares npc

Jamie couldn’t stifle his laugh at the image of going on a field trip to Khione’s lair, as if this were nothing more than a fun outing. “What like we all buddy up and hold hands while Chiron teaches us about the science of precipitation?” The thought brought back memories of field trips to the science museum when he was in elementary school. He’d been a nervous kid even before all the monsters and stuff had come around to traumatize him, so his dad usually volunteered to chaperone to make him feel more secure.

Part of him wished his dad could come along now, give him a little pep talk and be there to have his back. He brushed the thought away quickly, chastising himself for thinking something so childish and cowardly. It’s not like his dad could do anything against a goddess, as terrifying as the idea was, Jamie had to be the one protecting him now. That had to be the worst part of growing up—realizing that your parents aren’t the all-knowing, almighty beings you’ve always believed them to be.

He looked around as they reached the dining pavilion again, there was still a lot of people hanging around, and they definitely weren’t all here because of the quest. He started to nod in response to Aiden’s comment when he noticed the Ares cabin entering the covered pavilion. He still didn’t feel hungry, but he knew he’d regret it later if he didn’t eat something. “You know what, that’s actually a good idea and I’m gonna try not to get beat up while doing it,” he said before darting off towards the buffet table.

He walked quick enough to just make it in front of the first Ares camper, eyes widening in fear as the girl glared ferociously at him. He would normally avoid cutting in front of them at all costs, but there probably wouldn’t be much left once cabin five was done. He grabbed a chocolate chip muffin, feeling his heart pounding in his chest as he offered the girl a small smile. “Sorry, this ones poisoned, just making sure you didn’t—yeah, anyways. Have a nice day.” He squeaked before turning on his heel and rushing back over to where he had left Aiden, still looking absolutely petrified.

“Dude, what are they so scary for?” He stage whispered, casting a furtive glance back towards the Ares cabin. “If I just did that, this goddess is no match!” He sounded dead serious, but his moment of bravery was a total farce, simply a coping mechanism to distract from the panic he felt.

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|arena|tags:Reese

Auggie didn’t seem to notice the way her blade had slackened slightly before completing the maneuver. She also didn’t appear to notice Reese letting her disarm him or his fake surprise; if she had, she probably would’ve hit him again just for patronizing her. Her head felt fuzzier than it had before, but she didn’t have time to pass out or be injured. The campers who were part of the quest would be going soon, and she could only assume quite a few of them were counsellors, leaving inexperienced stand-ins in their place. Camp would need strong leaders now more than ever, not weaklings who were incapacitated by a little bump to the head in a spar.

Her gaze fell to the blade on the floor, though she was still having difficulty focusing on anything. She looked back at Reese and narrowed her eyes at his submission. “Coward...” she muttered, the word slurring slightly. “Fine.” She clumsily slipped her sword back into it’s sheathe, nearly cutting her leg in the process but managing to get it after a couple tries. She glared at Reese, as if daring him to say anything, but she found it difficult to give him a harsh look when she couldn’t tell exactly where the boy was standing.

This seemed to be worse than last night, but for some reason she wasn’t panicking now. Her brain was hazy, thoughts slipping in and out of her mind with little to no control. So much had happened yesterday, so much death that none of them could have anticipated. So many campers had been lost, people’s friends and siblings, people that had no idea they were living out their last moments. Their cabinmates had spoken to them for a last time without ever even knowing. The idea made her shudder, but it also brought up an unwanted memory she hadn’t thought about for a long time.

When she’d run away from home—the last time—she hadn’t said goodbye, hadn’t even left a note like she had the first few tries. It had become a routine; she’d run away, get caught and brought back and be told off by her mother. It happened every time so she hadn’t expected that time to be much different. She didn’t want to, but she’d expected she’d see her mom again. She hadn’t. She’d been found by a satyr after a particularly savage monster attack and brought to camp.

She’d tried to contact her mom only once, about a year after she’d come to camp. She’d sent a letter and had no reply. Deciding that if her mother didn’t want to talk to her, she didn’t either, she’d stubbornly never tried again. She’d assumed she’d disowned her, that the woman simply didn’t care enough to bother reaching out. Auggie was still mad, she still resented her for everything she’d done, but she hadn’t had a chance to tell her that. She hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye for the last time—even if she were doing it in the most spiteful way she possibly could, making it clear that she didn’t need the woman who had done such a terrible job at raising her and that she was better off without her.

Drawing away from her thoughts, she swayed on her feet slightly, blinking in an attempt to focus her vision. She looked towards Reese as though she’d forgotten he was there, or where they even were for that matter. “I’m going to...I need to call my mom,” she mumbled, before turning and making her way unsteadily towards the exit of the arena.

My gallery · by **sunhorsestar** » Sat Jan 16, 2021 10:52 am

Hunter Mayhem | Ares | Tagging: Crescent | Location: Dining Pavilion

More than once, Hunter had been told he needed to talk to more people. Kade had insisted that he ought to get himself a social life. So he headed into the dining pavilion to see if he could find a lingerer to at least TRY to make conversation with, even if only for a while. A girl in the corner was the first person he saw, so he stifled his nerves and headed over, nodding to her. "Hey. Can’t help but notice you over here. How’re you doing after all the recent chaos?"

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Sat Jan 16, 2021 10:59 am

Cresolis tags hunter

Cresolis looks up and says “I’m fine a little shaken up. You?” She smiles

My gallery · by **sunhorsestar** » Sat Jan 16, 2021 11:02 am

Hunter Mayhem | Ares | Tagging: Cresolis | Location: Dining Pavilion

"I think we're all in the same boat there," Hunter agreed. He raised a hand to brush back his shoulder-length blond hair, sweeping it back behind his ear. "I’m okay. Nothing I can’t handle. People seem a bit on edge though, which is...unnerving."

My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Sat Jan 16, 2021 11:58 am

|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 cabinTags: Bay

Niji nibbled on a pancake while listening. To be hinest they weren't hungry, but wanted to ease Bay's worries even a small bit.

"Oh there's a quest? Are they always this soon? I just got here the other day and then got lost in the woods and ended up here due to frostbite, so I haven't heard much. But how has your day been? Do you know the harpies? How are you and the rest of the Dyrads doing? What about the Nymphs? And the harpies? Do you need sweaters or sawdust, or-or I'm not sure what you would use to keep warm. Maybe a heat lamp? Or something? Do you like human made things? Or things made from animals? I'm not sure if it would be offensive or not?

Would the Nymphs like some waterproof heaters to make sure they don't freeze? And would the harpies like sweaters for them and their eggs? Do they lay eggs? Were you or the rest of the Nymphs, Dryads, or Harpies hurt?"
Niji asked gently grabbing the Dyrad's arm.

"Oh! Sorry, sorry." Niji apologized letting go of her arm in a hurry.

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

Sa'd shrugged.
"We don't have to worry about him because my uncle got wind of how he's treating the horses and Griffins and is putting the farm in my name. I just have to learn how to be a host before I get it."

"You act as if it's normal."
Set hummed.

"It's not normal, but my uncle talked about giving it to me for years, so it's a bit of common knowlege."
Sa'd explained.

"Not everyday it happens though."

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