Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

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

Mirabelle's heart sank at Skylar's words. She had a point, she knew, but still - Mirabelle had seen Vivienne interact with Audra before she passed. Vivienne had seemed almost like a different person - kind, gentle, and caring to a fault. With everyone else, she was just cold, cynical Vivienne. But with Audra... Mirabelle knew that person had to be in there somewhere. She wasn't ready to give up on Vivienne just yet.
'She still has that inside her. That rage.' Skylar's words haunted Mirabelle's mind. That comment could have just as easily applied to her, she realised. She knew how blinding pain and rage could be. At one point in her life, she herself had been in so much emotional distress that she wanted others to feel her pain, so that maybe, finally, they would understand it. I nearly killed my own head counselor that way. Perhaps that's what Vivienne wanted - after all, if she truly avenging Audra's death as she had promised all those years ago, she must've seen it as justice in her own twisted way. Maybe all she really needed was for someone to understand what she was going through.
Jamie's voice brought her back into the present moment, pulling her out of her turbulent thoughts. She nodded in agreement with him, flashing him a grateful look.
"We'll never know if we don't at least give her a chance," Mirabelle finally added. "Killing her outright would make us no better than her, or Khione for that matter. But if it comes down to it... If we have to... We should do whatever we must be done to protect everyone." By everyone, she not only meant the camp and it's inhabitants, but the mortals living in the state of New York. Including her father. "Remember what Chiron said - try to reason with her first. Monsters may be solely evil, for the most part, but people are not. There is a mix of darkness and light inside of all of us."
Her piece having been said, Mirabelle fell quiet and listened to those around her. One thought plagued her mind, however. Could I have done what she has done? If it had been Chuck or Delilah who was killed, would she not have done the same thing? Would she not have blamed everyone had there been no one to blame? Would she not have fled the place she deemed responsible and vowed revenge?
Mirabelle had no true way of knowing, and it disturbed her.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Outside Cabin 11 --> Outside Cabin 3|Tags: Hu & Caspia|Mentions: S'ad's Prank|

Leaving the dining pavilion behind her, Juliet figured she'd go plot some capers near her cabin to pass the time. She also wanted to spend some time with Romeo, perhaps let him out to play in the snow again? He had seemed to really enjoy it the previous day.
She was just starting to near the ramshackle cabin when she spotted something odd out front. Was that a... gryphon? It didn't look like any that she'd seen - the Greek gryphons were smaller and usually black in colour. They reminded Juliet of hyenas a bit. But this one was absolutely terrifying. Red-gold fur, twice the size of a lion. And those feathers... they seemed to possess a fine cutting edge, not unlike daggers. If they were truly as sharp as they looked, Juliet would have loved to get her hands on some. That being said, she might lose a hand if she tried plucking that oversized chicken. Wait - was that a gem it was guarding? Her fingers itched to steal such a sparkly item - judging by the cut, it had to be worth a decent amount of money at the least. Now came the real question - was it worth it to be potentially mauled to death by some giant beast? Huh. Maybe I should run this by Who, just in case. If they were going to get away with stealing it, and ideally, some feathers, then she would need at least one other person to aid in the caper.
Quietly so not to alert the great creature, Juliet snuck back the way she had come. She slowed her pace as she reached the low building of the Poseidon cabin. She stiffened as the salty air wafted past her when she walked up to the entrance, but otherwise showed no sign of her paralysing fear of the ocean. She knocked on the door - shave-and-a-haircut pattern, of course - and waited for a response from within.

|⟡|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Forest --> Outside Dining Pavilion|Tags: Yuno|

In his haste to find someone who could potentially help the dryads, Chuck made the mistake of running on the snow. His cloven hooves weren't exactly suited to the cold substance, however. One quick step sent the satyr sprawling across the ground. He ended up flat on his butt for the second time that day. As he dusted the snow off his pants, he thought he could make out a familiar figure exiting the Dining Pavilion. The Demeter head counselor, or so he thought. Like, perfect! Maybe they'll be able to help out or something. Carefully this time, Chuck started walking in her direction.
When he neared Yuno, he waved his hands to get their attention. "Like, hey there!" the satyr bleated out. "Uh, I know you're like, probably busy or something, but do you have a moment? It's like, super important."

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

Zahra followed the young magician to the stately building, again silently admiring the soaring Greek columns. The sound of many voices rang out as she crested the hill. It seemed the demigods were in some kind of meeting - most likely concerning the troubles they were dealing with, she reckoned. Amidst the crowd, she could sense Set's chaotic energy somewhere close by. "I thank you for your aid, Jay," Zahra whispered, at loathe to interrupt the proceedings. "Now, if you could kindly point me in the direction of the Host, I would be most grateful."

[Rae'tia]

➸Theodora H. Silverthorn⏵Silent Innocents
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◄15｜Female｜Child of Apollo/Legacy of Muta｜Bisexual｜tagged; Quest meeting group►

indentation The selectively mute teenager slumped in her seat as Chiron revealed that she hadn't left anything behind. Curse her for not leaving anything behind! Theodora's Psychometry was probably her best passive power. Well, it was her only passive power, really, but it -to her - was the best around. It gave her so much information it made her head hurt sometimes, and though everything a blur when she's touching the person or thing she's reading. Meditating allows her to order it all out, allowed her to see if Vivienne's anger had been hot fury or cold rage. Which really the difference was steep, as a writer she knew this. Well, aspiring writer. Mentally she groaned. I'm really getting off track. She thought bringing her attention back to the real world. Though I don't know what other assistance I could possibly offer. Theodora visibly flinched when Lucy spoke, the older girl's tone put her on edge. She seemed to be looking for a fight. Something Dora wanted nothing to do with.
indentation With a small frown dancing across her lips and brows furrowing, Theodora opened her mouth when she came to realize that the group was debating on whether or not Vivienne was being manipulated or not or if she was only acting out due to grief. Which in her opinion was absurd. And she said so. "It doesn't matter if she's being manipulated or not. It doesn't matter if she's grieving or not. This behavior is not acceptable. Her actions have gotten people hurt. Killed." She hissed out, "What matters is that it's happened and we need to stop it. One way or another." She huffed, looking at Mirabelle, snorting. "Would she give you the same chance, though? If the roles were reversed, would you give us a chance to reason with anyone?" Dora pursed her lips and pushed down her temper, still breathing a bit harshly from the mixture of emotions that had bubbled from within her. "Though I do admit, I think most would prefer to save her from herself if the chance presented itself." Dora growled under her breath, clearing her throat before glancing around looking for something to drink. Her cheeks were flushed, not with embarrassment, but irritation. Both over this whole conversation, and the fact that she'd lost her temper.

☘Marcellus D. Silverthorn⏵Keeper of Balance
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◄17｜Male｜Child of Nemesis｜Demisexual Panromantic｜tagged; Valkeri, open ►

indentationMarcellus raised a single eyebrow, and looked the teenage over giving her a disbelieving look. "Right, and I've suddenly been upgraded to god. I've come to make sure that my cabin will be built." He replied point-blank in a blunt tone. Mark snorted, "You really expect me to believe that you were just about to go training? Considering the fact that, I'm pretty sure that I just woke you up?" He said in an I don't believe you kind of tone. Dear gods, at least figure out a better lie. Shaking his head he laid down on his sister's bed, one leg atop the other and arms behind his head, propping it up. Heaving out a sigh, the young man looked up at the ceiling, making a face.
indentation After a moment he spoke, "Well If you're going to go training, feel free to go. I'm gonna wait here for Thulile to get back and tell me what's going on with this whole winter during summer crap." He muttered, before closing his eyes, clearly done with the conversation. Doesn't she have a dog as well? Crap, how does Thulile stand it. Snorting he shook his head, then pulling a shadow from a - mouse? Nearby, the young man began to have the small shadow dance around on his clothed chest, which felt different than on bare skin.

[sammy,]

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
dining hall
zeus - counselor
mentioned: auggie,
meeting group
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"i'm not gonna throw you under the bus," orin said to her proposal of letting them believe that it was her discovery rather than his own. "if he hates you that much, imagine the look of disappointment on mr. d's face when he realises that you're not the one who broke the rules. maybe that makes it all worth it."

after he was done with his spiel, it was simply a case of entering. he waited for auggie to step in before poking his own head around, spotting the table that sat most of the campers who were either going on the quest or had pertinent information in regards to it, making his moves in the general direction. "hello!" he called, slapping his hands together and clasping them.

there were two ways to go about it, he thought. gentle, nervous - the reasonable manner to approach - or just letting autopilot take over. "sorry, i'm just - i'm just popping in. i fancied another croissant. i hope you don't mind. oh -" he acted as though the thought had just come to him. "you know what? i think... i think it would be a really good group activity, bonding and all that jazz, if one of youse - if one of you lot used a non-prohibited device..." he hid the hand that clutched his phone behind his back, slipping it awkwardly into his pocket. "and just... took a bit of time to check the news. i know. boring. but i just... i've just got this funny feeling that there's gonna be something on there that's... you know, it means something. it's just a concept. a theory. a suggestion. i'm just spitballing over here. i really just fancy my croissant. but - you know. it's an idea. not now, if you're busy talking about snow and - and that - but... you know. soon." a slightly manic, wide grin. he edged over to the buffet table, picked up a croissant, and took a hearty bite. "sky news. no real reason. i just like sky news. it was never the same after eamonn holmes left, but - you know, what can you do? he's a morning presenter now. but sky news would be a brilliant port of call to find out... just kind of gauge the situation that's going on outside these walls. that's not me saying there is a situation, just... just in case there is one. i wouldn't know."

an awkward smile as he looked over the group. "good luck, by the way. i hope it goes well. i know it will. really good group you've got here. but just - you know, consider what i said. i'm gonna - i'm gonna go back out and - i don't know. but good luck. have a good one,"
maybe not the most graceful of reveals, but it would have to work. he stepped back slowly, eyes flitting around the room as he attempted to get out of sight.

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
dining hall
thanatos
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when chiron spoke of the nature of vivienne's leaving, teilo's eyebrows furrowed. they were all talking, theorising about what she could possibly have held over her, what they were plotting, and as the conversation continued, he felt dread take hold.

"what if it's -" he clenched his jaw, considering the words before he said them. "what if she thinks that she can get audra back?" it was a question that he had had himself. one that had milled around his skull since his entrance to camp. in that scenario, he wasn't sure whether he would be able to choose the campers he barely knew over a reunion with the man he lost. it was an impossible decision, especially for a child.

when theodora piped up, he felt his hand close over the mug. she was young. he had to remind himself of that. "people are more than what their actions are," he said, unable to stop himself. "people are complicated and they do complicated things as a result. what do you think other people see us as? the ones out there. the world's not in black and white. we think we're completely in the right, but there's no point being sanctimonious when it comes to someone who was groomed into terrible actions by the being that was meant to look after her." he tried to keep the irritation out of his voice. tried to retain some sense of composure, but found it wavered a bit. "if you want to act like the world is all heroes and villains and nothing else, and you assume that we're the heroes in that scenario, then it's our responsibility to give her the chance to decide. to actually consider what she's done. she hasn't got the same perspective as us on this stuff. she was a kid who went through something awful. if you've never felt something like that, then you're lucky. and if you have, then you're being willfully ignorant."

the little fury was interrupted by the presence of a new face, babbling about the news - and oddly, croissants - and teilo found himself with a frown. no matter the sugar coating the son of zeus was trying to put on it, it seemed that there was something rather wrong.

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𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚜
cabin 10
aphrodite
mentioned: ophelia
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celeste did find herself wondering what exactly had prevented her from coming into contact with monsters in the past. were they a new phenomenon? surely not - but there must have been some shield, something that kept the creatures and ghouls at bay. "maybe i'll invest in a stronger perfume," she said, half-joking.

the conversation about the hunters made her nod slowly. she supposed that immortality also spread to eternal youth - something that would make sense with laika, at the very least. it certainly sounded like a concept, but not one that she was certain about. belonging to a little group, having set rules, roles - it had never really suited her. camp seemed different. more like commune. if there was a truly hierarchical structure, strict regulations, then she had not yet come into contact with them.

once her things were out, she admired the strange smorgasbord for a few moments, until her question was answered - pulling her out of the slight trance. "admirable," she said with a nod. "but does that mean anything to you? you say it like it's been drilled into you. but you also say it like you expect to fall. do you assume you are going to lose?" she was aware that she was conducting a bit more of an interview than was necessary, but was doing it anyway. celeste sat down, glancing at the blade that had come form the bracelet.

"that's... that's good," she said in regards to the change. "a touch less rudimentary than mine. but i think they do the same job." sort of. she nodded down toward the assortment. "the case is an incendiary bomb. if i open it incorrectly, it will explode. the wine is also a bomb. the hairbrush contains money. one of the pens is a pistol, the other is a normal pen. very bad to mix up. the chess set contains maps of france, america and germany. the tin is a radio. every badge has an extending pin. a four-inch blade." in the sitting position, she was able to prop her shoe atop her knee, pulling the heel out and revealing a compass in the hollow. "i tell you this because i had a plan for everything. and never did i anticipate death with such complacency."

it may have been a bit harsh, but it was a fact. "i don't know that i have any further questions. it is hard to discover the unknown in a situation that is overwhelmingly unknown," a pause. "actually, no. i do have one. do bullets work in these monsters?"

[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, Juliet ❩



Sadly, Hu couldn't find any 'welcome back to your mortal body!' posters. Even an orange and blue confetti popper would have done the trick. But alas, Hu had stored all her explosives and other fatally annoying devices at the other side of the cabin, so she clapped instead. "YAY! Welcome back to your mortal body!" she said, then looked her sister up and down, before wrapping Caspia in a hug. "YOU'RE NOT A FISH! I NEVER THOUGHT TWO DAUGHTERS OF AN ANCIENT MYTHOLOGY'S GOD OF HORSES WOULD EVER SAY THAT IN A SPAN OF 30 SECONDS! IT'S TRULY A WONDER!"

Just then, a knock rapped the door. Hu recognized it as Juliet's distinctive tapping. "Heyyyyy Shakespeare! Guess what? My sister's a human!" She saw the look on her friend's face and grinned. "So what's up? Got another victim to rob?"

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✵ 𝐋 𝐀 𝐈 𝐊 𝐀--𝐊 𝐑 𝐈 𝐄 𝐆 𝐄 𝐑 “𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐢 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐢 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐢”
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❨ Mountie, navy admiral, hunter of Artemis ❩ ❨ lieutenant ❩ ❨ ♀/25 years/lived 97 ❩ ❨ Pluto ❩ ❨ tags: Questy Groupies ❩ ©


Finding Chiron. Laika scoffed. It wasn’t a matter of finding, more of getting to a prescheduled meeting. It didn’t matter now, anyways. She turned back to her papers; she had quite a few letters to go through.

Then, she heard a Chiron’s voice call for the meeting. A pale lioness once more, Laika bounded towards the dining pavilion, sending a large number of dryads and satyrs migrating to the other end of the pavilion. She listened, ears twitching with boredom as Chiron introduced Vivienne, daughter of Khione extraordinaire. Claws sank into the frozen earth, and Laika’s eyes pierced through the crowd.

She was about to leap over the crowd when Chiron prompted information, but an unfamiliar camper beat her to it. She seemed to be the Alpha in residence, the true leader of camp. Yet Laika hadn’t heard a word about the girl her whole life, and Laika heard a lot from her varied contacts and associates. The information presented was nothing new to Laika, but it sparked agitation around the crowd.

The mutterings about the Greek version of her father was other news. No one was going to speculate Hades of betrayal and make it out alive. She sprang, arching over the heads of the campers and landed with a thud near the center, a few claw marks slicing across the worn wood. A human once more, Laika placed her hand nonchalantly on one of her pistols. “Might I assure you, Hades is a god of relative honor. There would be no incentive or reason for him to work with Khione, let alone aid someone who endangered his children. And really, don’t question it until we have further evidence.” She set her gaze onto each and every camper, sending a wave of coldness crashing onto them.

“You see, Isole’s been gone for quite a while. And we have clear evidence that she’s been gone from us for too long. It’s no matter what she used to be, what matters is what she’s doing right now. Which, that being said, is literally killing mortals and demigods alike.” She gave a nod to Theodora, fingering the trigger of her pistol. “Like it or not, we have to face reality. And our reality is that she has to be stopped, one way or another. We don’t have any time to contemplate her reasonings, and it’s rather pointless. Would you really enjoy it if we were all encased in ice one day, but figured out whether we thought Isole was manipulated or acting out of grief? Listen, we’re going to have to stop her and our other enemies, in any way we can muster. It’s the only way out.” Laika turned her gaze on Chiron for just a moment, trying to judge his view on a former camper.


Orin burst through the crowd, delivering a rather pointless spiel then scurrying away. So, he has a feeling something wrong is happening. And he just told us to check the news. Then he left. Is he insane? Laika kept her Leaving no more time for petty moral discussion, Laika turned back to the crowd. “As Orin mentioned, indeed, it is rather important to be aware of current awares. And as some of our magician contemporaries may already know, there has been two attacks, of similar form, on mortal cities. These attacks have been merciless and pure massacre. Last night, a neighborhood in southern Chicago was attacked. This morning, a couple of hours or so before, the hundredth nome, Toronto, also faced an attack of the same type. All the victims seemed to have been killed by having their throat slit, and the few survivors recall a wave of fear and panic before everyone fell simultaenously. Each and every cut was announced to be exactly of the same length and depth. Essentially, it's no case of mortal serial killings. The cause seems to be a formless mass of shadows. At least, that's what we know so far. It seems to be able to spread terror and cause the gashes on its victims' necks, but that's all the information we have. These attacks surely relate to Khione and the foes we face." A soft, hissing breath could be barely heard.

[WitchHazel]

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

Mirabelle nearly flinched as Dora's words hit her like a slap in the face. 'Would she give you the same chance, though? If the roles were reversed, would you give us a chance to reason with anyone?'
She simply sat in silence, suddenly at a loss for words. If the roles were reversed... She felt sick. Mira the Red. She had regrettably earned that title about two and a half years ago, when she had taken down the former Aphrodite head counselor. She had just intended to disarm her in a duel, to put her in her place; to stop the horrible verbal abuse she and many others had endured... but her emotions had been too strong. She had severely overestimated her level of control. And when she lost that control...
'Oh my gods... stop, you're killing her!' 'Mira... Mira... Mirabelle! Hello!?' 'Someone go get Chiron. NOW.'
Mirabelle's face visibly paled. Would Mira the Red have given anyone a chance to reason with her? The thought sat like concrete in her stomach.
Thankfully, she was saved from responding by Teilo. She nodded along with what he had to say, though she still felt mildly nauseated by the entire conversation at hand. And gods, her head was pounding. If her stomach wasn't off, she would have considered popping a Tylenol. When Orin meandered in and delivered some thinly veiled advice to check the news, she was almost relieved. Mirabelle herself didn't have a phone - she wouldn't risk the safety of others in that manner, nor did she want a constant reminder of her life before Camp Half-Blood floating around. Besides, who would she even talk to? It's not like she had anyone out there. Anyone who knows I exist, anyway.
Laika's speech only furthered to sullen her mood. She did her best to seem put-together on the outside, but internally, hopelessness was starting to set in. More attacks? Something bigger was definitely afoot here; something beyond Vivienne's desperate bid of vengeance.
Chiron had remained quiet, listening and discussing with Mr. D as the demigods talked. Finally, he turned back to face the crowd. "You all bring up some very good points - however, what I advise still stands. Please try to reason with Vivienne first. If she refuses to see reason... do whatever you must." A rather sour look creased his face at the last words. "In the meantime, let us move on. Thank you, Lieutenant, for that valuable information. And thank you, Orin."
Mirabelle thought she could see his eyes narrow as he spoke Orin's name; most likely in suspicion of how exactly he knew all of those things. But he didn't press it - they had more urgent matters at hand than some demigod with a phone or something of the like. "I'm certain we would be more informed if our only television had not been destroyed in the tragedy of last night. Now, does anyone have any more information concerning current events?"
Mirabelle shifted, suddenly self-conscious. She wasn't exactly feeling up to addressing the crowd, but it had to be done. As usual, duty won over her own desires. All the pieces from the previous night had come back to her as she’d slept - her fall into the Zephyros, stubborn need to be useful to her teammates and continue on, even her somnolent visit from her mother. She knew where they needed to go now, more than ever before.
"Mount Marcy, in the Adirondacks. That’s where we’ll find our answers."
Short and to-the-point, with none of her usual energy. Oh well. At least she had spoken with conviction and clarity. Still, if anyone asked for an explanation, she wasn't sure she was in the right state of mind to give one.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin 3|Tags: Hu & Caspia|Mentions: S'ad's Prank|

"Uh... sister?" Juliet glanced around the cabin, expecting to see Satchi or someone. Instead, a new face greeted her vision. Freckles, big blue-green hazel eyes, and an unruly mop of ginger hair. "Oh! New sister. Neat. Hey, I'm Juliet. Most people call me Jules, though. Call me Julie and I'll set all your stuff on fire." She tried to maintain a serious expression, but soon cracked a lopsided smile. "Nah, I'm just messing with ya. I'm a lot more likely to rob you blind than set anything on fire." Humour danced in her hazel eyes. "Unless you're Mr. D's shirt, that is. Then I'll definitely set you on fire." The comedy in her expression quickly fled when she turned back to Hu, however.
"Uh, yeah, about that - not exactly," Juliet explained. "It's like a gryphon, but not - it's giant - oh - it's better if I just show you. But be careful, and don't get too close to this thing. I have no idea how aggressive it is or even what it is, for the most part." She started to edge out of Cabin 3, gesturing for Hu and her sister to join her if they pleased.


|⟡|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Forest --> Outside Dining Pavilion|Tags: Yuno|

In his haste to find someone who could potentially help the dryads, Chuck made the mistake of running on the snow. His cloven hooves weren't exactly suited to the cold substance, however. One quick step sent the satyr sprawling across the ground. He ended up flat on his butt for the second time that day. As he dusted the snow off his pants, he thought he could make out a familiar figure exiting the Dining Pavilion. The Demeter head counselor, or so he thought. Like, perfect! Maybe they'll be able to help out or something. Carefully this time, Chuck started walking in her direction.
When he neared Yuno, he waved his hands to get their attention. "Like, hey there!" the satyr bleated out. "Uh, I know you're like, probably busy or something, but do you have a moment? It's like, super important."

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

Zahra followed the young magician to the stately building, again silently admiring the soaring Greek columns. The sound of many voices rang out as she crested the hill. It seemed the demigods were in some kind of meeting - most likely concerning the troubles they were dealing with, she reckoned. Amidst the crowd, she could sense Set's chaotic energy somewhere close by. "I thank you for your aid, Jay," Zahra whispered, at loathe to interrupt the proceedings. "Now, if you could kindly point me in the direction of the Host, I would be most grateful."

[Lucida]

[⚘] Yuno Takashi | Seventeen | Demi-girl | Demeter Child | Location: Outside Dining Pav. | Tag(s): Chuck. | Mention(s):
The Demeter Head would jolt to a stop as the Satyr's voice picked up behind them, head quickly turning in an almost adrenaline fueled panic as they hadn't expected to be addressed at all. Right hand moving to grip their weapon in its holster, before they caught onto who was addressing them and acknowledged they were not a threat. It'd take a moment for their nerves to calm, before she turned fully to face Chuck with a light sigh escaping her lips. The cold causing her breath to be much more visible then she liked, but sadly she could not control the weather.. if she could, she'd have changed the cold by now. "I'm not all that busy, what do you need?"

As her words passed her lips, their tiny red-tailed boa companion would poke his head out of their sweater and flick his tongue once. Observing the two interact for a moment, before deciding the warmth of his owners body was much more appealing then any conversation. Yuno would let their hand relax, as her grip returned on the notebook she had in her left hand. Glancing towards it after she finished speaking, just to make sure she didn't have anything too important to address before helping Chuck.

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Cabin 13|tags:Orin, quest meeting group

Auggie walked in with her hands in her pockets and her chin up, still trying to look confident and intimidating with makeup smeared across her cheeks. She followed Orin towards the table where the group was gathered but stayed back a few feet, not eager to get that close to the large crowd who appeared to be having a heated discussion already.

She raised an eyebrow as Orin began speaking, giving him a look of confusion as he rambled on. Croissants? This was his idea of screw it? It might’ve been amusing if he hadn’t really been delivering such dire news to a group of people about to leave on a life-threatening quest. Her eyes scanned across the faces of the campers at the table, seeing a mixture of hard gazes and confused frowns, some of them just looked terrified.

Having nothing of importance to add to that spiel, she turned and walked back across the pavilion, her steps much less slow and wary than the son of Zeus’. “Well done, very smooth,” she muttered under her breath with a small shake of her head, only speaking loud enough for him to hear.

She turned to look back at the gathered group as the hunter of Artemis began speaking, eyes narrowing as she started talking about current awares. For a moment, she thought the hunter might have already known the news Orin had burst in the bring to their attention, then she was speaking of something else, describing attacks that had happened elsewhere. Despite the horror she felt at the revelation, she couldn’t help thinking that she’d been right about the British politician not being the last bad thing to happen.

[*Lovel*]

Emerson "Emmie" Tags: Reese Location: Arena》》 Heading for the kitchens

Emerson wasn't sure if Reese caught her blushing but if he had he didn't say anything which she was grateful for. "Of course Clyde, I'm always up for an exciting heist." she said with a wink. She hadn't experienced this much fun at camp for a while. Especially with how everything was going lately.

Even though she was as close to him as she could be without it being uncomfortable she could still feel the bitter bite of the cold wind. "So what you're telling me is adapt to my surroundings, gotcha!"she said, teeth chattering every so often. She giggled as he swung their arms, it reminded her of when her and her mom would go to the grocery store and her mom would swing their arms as they walked through the store. This was before her condition got bad, when her mom had breaks from however she was feeling and be herself. Though these breaks only lasted for a few hours or a couple days.

Emmie frowned for a moment at the mundane memory letting Reese swing her arm. She took a deep stinging breath before turning to him with a grin. "So what's your favorite ice cream flavor my dear Clyde?she asked him completely ignoring how she felt just a moment ago.

Aydan Tags: Mira and Questers》》Ophelia and Celeste Location: Dining Pavilion 》》 Aphrodite cabin

Aydan, having heard enough, sighed and quietly stood up. He wasn't needed there anymore, he put a hand on Mira's shoulder and squeezed gently as a silent goodbye. He was shocked by his own action a bit considering he was never one to show any sort of affection. Maybe Ophelia was influencing him more than he had realized.

He ran a hand through his hair before turning on his heels and leaving the pavilion. He was very confused about all the new information he had gathered at the meeting. Why didn't Jun- Vivienne not tell him her real name or that they were half siblings? Did she not know either? Either way he could feel his blood boiling at that circumstance. He had to tell someone what he'd just found out. He couldn't talk it out with Hank considering he was involved with the meeting. There was only one other person left.

He kicked at the snow as he stood outside the pavilion. He took a moment to compose himself before making his way to the Aphrodite cabin. He hadn't realized he had made it to the cabin until his knuckles were inches from knocking. He knocked briskly twice before letting his forehead hit the ghastly pink door. His head was spinning and leaning his head against the door was the only thing helping to keep him upright.

[WitchHazel]

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

Mirabelle tensed as she felt a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. She whipped around, quickly forcing herself to relax when she realised it was just Aydan saying goodbye. She offered him a gentle smile, nodding in acknowledgement as he took his leave of the meeting. She couldn't blame him for wanting to get out. So much information, so little time... She tuned back into the conversation at hand, but stayed silent for the time being. Her mind swirled with thoughts. Murders in Toronto... Shadowy creatures... In all of her research, she had only read footnotes and vague references to such a figure that fit the description. It was referred to only as σκιά - skiá, written phonetically. The ancient Greek word for 'shadow'. She wasn't sure why, but a chill ran down her spine.
With Laika's revelation, and Orin's instructions to check the news... Mirabelle was certain there was something much bigger at play. It couldn't be a coincidence that the Nomes were being attacked, nor that their communications with Camp Jupiter had been cut off...
Mirabelle's eyes itched slightly, drawing her back to the present. She wasn't quite sure why until she spotted a few pale hairs laying on the table nearby. She figured she would be fine, however, so long as the Lieutenant didn't start rubbing up against her legs in lion form or something equally as absurd. Being in an open-air environment certainly helped with her cat allergy. She was lucky, in a sense, that her allergy wasn't as severe as some - cat hair on clothing usually didn't bother her all that much, but stepping into the living space of a cat was usually too much to handle. For this reason, she was always sure to take a Claritin before cabin inspections - or simply before entering the Athena cabin, for that matter. Orpheus was certainly adorable, but Mirabelle sneezing her head off? Not so much.
Chiron's voice brought her thoughts back to the matter at hand. After exchanging a few words with Mr. D, he nodded towards Mirabelle, evidently acknowledging her earlier contribution.
"While all of these events are surely concerning, our current prophecy seems directly tied with our specific plight," the centaur addressed the crowd. "Let us focus on Khione and her involvement for now. We can discuss the other matters in more depth after we get our current dilemma in order."
This time, the air seemed to grow slightly colder at the mention of the goddess' name. Mirabelle reflexively tugged her coat a bit tighter around herself. It was a smart move, she realised; drawing everyone's attention back to Khione. She was an enemy they at least knew they could fight - whatever this shadow thing was, or what Orin was talking about, they had little information on. Some of the demigods around her had started to panic, she'd noticed. Focus on what you can control, not the things you can't. It was something she had often said to Chuck when talking him down from a panic attack. Heck, it was something she often said to herself when talking herself down from a panic attack. The phrase certainly applied here, and she could see that it was exactly what Chiron was trying to do.
"Now, if no one else has anything pertinent to add, I will ask that those not interested in attending the quest please leave. We would like to get a sense of how many demigods are planning on going."

|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin 3|Tags: Hu & Caspia|Mentions: S'ad's Prank|

"Uh... sister?" Juliet glanced around the cabin, expecting to see Satchi or someone. Instead, a new face greeted her vision. Freckles, big blue-green hazel eyes, and an unruly mop of ginger hair. "Oh! New sister. Neat. Hey, I'm Juliet. Most people call me Jules, though. Call me Julie and I'll set all your stuff on fire." She tried to maintain a serious expression, but soon cracked a lopsided smile. "Nah, I'm just messing with ya. I'm a lot more likely to rob you blind than set anything on fire." Humour danced in her hazel eyes. "Unless you're Mr. D's shirt, that is. Then I'll definitely set you on fire." The comedy in her expression quickly fled when she turned back to Hu, however.
"Uh, yeah, about that - not exactly," Juliet explained. "It's like a gryphon, but not - it's giant - oh - it's better if I just show you. But be careful, and don't get too close to this thing. I have no idea how aggressive it is or even what it is, for the most part." She started to edge out of Cabin 3, gesturing for Hu and her sister to join her if they pleased.

|⟡|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Outside Dining Pavilion|Tags: Yuno|

Chuck raised his hands in a gesture of innocence when Yuno gripped their weapon, but thankfully, the demigod quickly seemed to realise he meant no harm. He gave Dionaea a little wave before turning his attention back to the snake's humanoid companion. "Uh - like, yeah, about that -" He paused to catch his breath, fogging against the cold air. "It's like, the dryads, man. They're like totally freezing. Uh, literally. Like, the evergreens and like, coniferous trees seem like they're doin' alright, but the deciduous ones?" A look of panic crossed his face. "They're like, totally unprepared for this zappy weather. Totally bananas. Like, some of them might die if someone doesn't do something to like, warm 'em up, and like, zippy. I know most of them are like, totally freaked by man-made stuff, but like, if we don't make some like, tree guards or something, uh - it's gonna be like, totally jive. Whacked. Gnarly. Just uh - not good." He finally ceased his anxious ramblings, though only momentarily to breathe. He was hardly aware of it himself, but the sheer volume of 'like's he used in a sentence had hit astronomical levels. A true indicator of his alarmed state. "And like, I have no idea how to like, even start with tree guards and stuff, you know?" Chuck continued. "Like, I know straw is like, a good insulator, but that's it. So, whaddya say? Help a tree out? You down with it?"


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

Zahra followed the young magician to the stately building, again silently admiring the soaring Greek columns. The sound of many voices rang out as she crested the hill. It seemed the demigods were in some kind of meeting - most likely concerning the troubles they were dealing with, she reckoned. Amidst the crowd, she could sense Set's chaotic energy somewhere close by. "I thank you for your aid, Jay," Zahra whispered, at loathe to interrupt the proceedings. "Now, if you could kindly point me in the direction of the Host, I would be most grateful."

[Lucida]

[⚘] Yuno Takashi | Seventeen | Demi-girl [Her/They] | Demeter Child | Location: | Tag(s): Chuck. | Mention(s):
Yuno would listen to the others rambling, subconsciously cutting out the unneeded filler as she processed what he was asking her to assist with. As he spoke, she flipped through her notebook and pulled up a page on the information she had about dryads and trees specifically. Quietly observing each bit and nodding her head until he finished with his words, going to finally look back up and speak in a chilled out tone. "I can help out, sure. There's a few - non-man made things we can try as well to keep them warm, so the dryads don't throw a fit over anything unnatural."

She would shift her hand down to her belt, yoinking out a pen from one of the pouches and scribbling a few things down and circling a few others out of the others view. Clicking it to change colours, as it was a cool multi-pen. Nothing less for someone who writes almost all day, everyday.