Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Laurel tags open

The daughter of Zeus walks to her cabin and gently gathers her things.. she whistles for her stallions bolt and thunder. The two stations trot out of their stalls and towards the sound of their owner

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ The Stables | Tags: Skylar
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

Aiden wasn't too sure what to expect from Skylar; she was pretty unpredictable and mysterious in personality, which probably came from her Hecate heritage. She mentioned that nothing like that had ever happened to her, to which the Athena camper creased his brow. "You were freezing to death, I wouldn't say that's a common occurrence." he sighed. "I just would have hated to see you die, especially if it was knowing I did everything I could and it wasn't enough..." Aiden avoided her gaze. "I know we don't really know each other well, besides really what we see at the head counselor gatherings, but I care about you. Let's be friends, alright?" He offered a hand to Skylar. "I wasn't planning to tell anyone, but there's no reason to feel embarrassed. You aren't invincible; no one here is. That's why we're going on a quest, after all."

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【✦】| Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Forges | Tags: Kade
❝𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎❞

Hearing Kade sigh in amazement was music to his ears. Even if it was his ma who made the thing, that was his family name Kaden was impressed by. If things went well, eventually Will would inherit the company from her, too. He already helped build some of them, just not this one in particular. "You make a good point, but I wasn't talkin' about no monster attack on my way 'ere." Will said, picking up the weapon from its bed, holding it in his hands. "I need t' get a feel for it, shoot it at th' range. Didn't get that chance 'fore I was on my flight. I oughta test it here a bit, but that'll wait till after the shrouds're finished. Ain't no way they're waitin' on those."

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【✦】| Apollo | 16 | Female | ➡ Cabin 1 | Tags: Orin, Auggie
❝𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛❞

"They don't know," she sniffed, wiping her eyes. "She could do those things, but none of that applies if her inner circle isn't aware of the problem." Lucy folded her hands, trying to keep their anxious wanderings to a minimum. "She and I, the Waddles, and the head of security know about my father. Maybe she's told others she trusts, but I don't know for sure. The happenstance of my birth already put her in a difficult situation, affairs are scandalous." a brief pause. "She... doesn't talk about it with me, but she's kept my divine blood under wraps for the most part. Our security only knows since keeping that information from them was... costly. Nothing's stopped people from getting to me before, so why would that suddenly change now?" Lucy flinched slightly at Orin's touch, but she refused to look up; not to Auggie, and certainly not to the child of Zeus. "I come here for the summer because it's safe..."

Lucy took herself a deep breath. "Let's say she does reveal this, what happens then? She isn't coming out of nowhere, but it's the word of a city councilwoman against the defense minister of the United Kingdom. New York is her turf maybe, but..." the daughter of Apollo huffed an abrasive sigh. "She never let me learn the ins and outs, she insisted it wasn't right for me." The sight of medication didn't go unnoticed, but Lucy bundled the topic away for a later date. "I can... I'll talk to her, and see what she says." Lucy nodded. "I can get in touch with her by the Apollo cabin. Or─" She paused, reconsidering. "by the forest. I'll have to show you where, I'll need you to come with me."

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【✦】| Mars | 29 | Female | ➡ San Francisco hotel | Tags: Laika
❝𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎❞

Moxie felt a slight warmth in her cheeks. "Right, ah... Military's done a hell of a lot to straighten me up since we last spoke." In fact, she was a wildly different person since she'd last been to Camp Jupiter, she was amazed Laika even recognized her. Moxie cleared her throat. "I don't know if the Hunters keep up with the news, but I imagine you've heard by now. Malcolm Kingston." She paused to let the name sink in. "I couldn't say I believed him at first, but I'm in San Francisco right now and... and it's true." a second pause. "Camp Jupiter's completely surrounded. I wouldn't have been able to get through if I tried, so I haven't been able to reach either of the praetors. It's not the national guard and MCRD sanctions them to be there. There's nothing I can do besides, well, this." Maxine sighed, massaging her temple with her free hand. "Please tell me you can get in touch with those bloody Greeks, at least. There's─Malcolm isn't working alone. I know he's got divine aid, but I don't know who's working through him. And there's another─there was another god. I... I killed it. Him."

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

"Much obliged, my queen." he crooned, stopping just before the door. "Ah, but before I go," he produced a flower from the shadows within his coat, a white rose whose once snow-white petals were now withered and browning, yet somehow it continued to maintain its beauty. Nicholas offered it to the snow goddess. "A token of my appreciation for your hospitality, do with it as you please. Its snowy bliss only pales in comparison to yours." With a final, charming smile the horseman departed, skimming between the shadows in search of Vivienne. As promised, he found her idling in her quarters, though he decided to bring the daughter of Khione a little something in exchange for his disturbance. After a quick detour, the apocalyptic god stepped back onto the icy floor, tea in one hand and iced coffee in the other. He knocked on the wall to alert Vivienne to his presence before entering. "Pardon the intrusion," he spoke kindly, offering the demigod the iced Starbucks coffee. "I brought you something before you go." Nicholas took to leaning against the wall to enjoy his own drink of Earl Grey, his free hand resting in his pocket. "I assume you still have the summons I gave you? I can sense it in your pocket, that's good. But I want to ask you something before you go," he took a long sip before meeting Vivienne's eyes. "You're here because you want something, so what is it? I know Khione has a bone to pick─pun intended─with the Camp Half-Blood demigods after the second giant war. But what about you?"

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Cabin 1|tags:Orin, Lucy

She avoided looking at Lucy when the girl sobbed out an explanation, her eyes glued to the floor as she listened. The daughter of Apollo didn’t seem very eager to look at either of them anyways. Her gaze wandered to Orin as he began pulling things out of drawers, including a blister of pills and a box of ambrosia. Auggie knew it was coming, but she still scowled momentarily when Orin gestured for her to take some of the godly medicine. She knew if she refused now it was only because of her own pride and stubbornness, and it didn’t really make sense to keep herself from healing any longer. She took a square and popped it into her mouth, giving the slightest flinch as the flavour hit her tongue, but she nodded gratefully to Orin anyways—thanking him silently.

I come here for the summer because it’s safe… Auggie’s brow creased at the statement, her gaze returning to the floor. Every time something happened, Camp Halfblood began to feel less and less secure. Their only safe haven was crumbling to pieces—literally—and it was only going to get worse from here. She knew that was a dark way to think, but over the years she’d learned that optimism only ever led to disappointment; it hurt less in the end to be realistic.

“She doesn’t have to reveal it.” She was still staring down at her shoes. “I mean...it could be helpful to have someone in that position defending us but it might just make everything worse. They might try to flip it around on her.” She looked up finally, expression unreadable. Though she did feel a slight pang of guilt at the harshness of her words, she believed they were true and wasn’t going to take them back. From what she’d briefly seen of him, Kingston seemed to have the media and everyone near him wrapped around his finger. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to take out an opponent and make it look like they were the crazy one.

Auggie raised an eyebrow at Lucy’s mention of getting in touch with her mother by the forest, but she didn’t question it, figuring the girl would explain soon enough.

[sammy,]

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
cabin 1
zeus - counselor
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as lucy continued to explain, orin found fewer words that could explain away the feelings of anxiety that the child of apollo was feeling. "if no-one knows, then..." he paused. "i don't know. she'll have something, i'm sure. she's got to have a backup plan. worse comes to worse, she might resign. something like that." affairs were scandalous, yes, but they were something easily bounced back from, in his experience with politics - a few onslaughts of headlines for a few days, and then there would be nothing. though he was not versed in the world of american media, he was certain that the news of a minor politician having extramarital involvements would end up slipping through the cracks of the 'demigod' debacle. "it's safe. and we're gonna keep it safe." he had no idea how they would go about that, exactly, but he was sure of it. this wasn't going to get any bigger.

he noted that auggie had taken the offered ambrosia, offering a little smile to her thankful nod. then that was everything away, piled haphazardly back into the drawer. he would have his smoke later. it appeared that there were bigger things to be prioritising than the smell of lavender, as painful as that was to admit.

he nodded to what augusta said, reconsidering the thoughts. it would be an advantage, absolutely, but one that endangered lucy - endangered her mother - and if they could skirt around that, then it would be ideal. "yeah, and how many americans are gonna wanna listen to some english toff over their own representatives?" orin asked rhetorically. "it's good she didn't. getting family involved in all of that stuff, it's..." an intense frown, disappearing when she decided that the best course of action was to speak to her mother. with him and auggie present. for whatever reason. when he pondered it, it felt like a trap. the tears were real, though. they were too free-flowing to be anything but genuine. "okay." he said, shrugging his shoulders. "off go, then. lead the way." orin stood, stretching his back. props to the ambrosia - he felt tremendously better than he had minutes previously. that was rather a good sign.

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𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚜
armoury
aphrodite
mentioned: ophelia,
aydan
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the promise of the armoury was one that was, in truth, exciting celeste a bit. the concept of all those weapons, smithed to perfection, ripe for the picking - wonderful. "i'll hold off for a while," she said at the offer to fight. it seemed the two of them had business to sort out. the energy between them was volatile - lingering while they were basking in its depths did not sound like her cup of tea.

she nodded as the explanation came, walking quickly behind. every so often, she'd catch a glance of a camper who watched from afar, possibly questioning the appropriateness of a tour in what appeared to be such dire circumstances. it was of no concern, though - especially when ophelia revealed her shield, a marvel of engineering. "that's fantastic," she said.

"no questions," she said a tad too quickly when they approached the entrance to the forge. celeste felt like a child at a sweet shop, ready to try out every one of the offered items. "i'm going to..." no need to finish her sentence. they knew what was coming.

it was warm inside, a welcome relief from the brief attack of cold. she knew exactly what she was looking for, her hand slipping into her inside pocket and retrieving the pistol that hid in between shields of thick fabric. the little smith and wesson had been a godsend through her tenure in the field - she intended to relaunch its uses.
slowly, as though frightened that the collection of daggers would animate themselves and point their blades in her direction, she moved toward what she was looking for. a cabinet filled with ammo cartridges - ones that, upon closer inspection, appeared to be automatically refilling.
"nifty," she murmured, picking out the appropriate size for her model and replacing her half-empty barrel. she'd have to do some practice with them. perhaps later.

[*Lovel*]

Emerson "Emmie" Tags: Reese Location: Kitchens

Emerson was throughly happy with herself "Hermes would definitely be proud." she said with a small bow. A shiver ran down her spine as he whispered in her. She tightened her arm around his "My cabin or yours?" she asked him shyly. She wasn't exactly loving the idea of having to go back in the cold so soon, especially with the freezing ice cream. No matter which cabin they went to she'd hope for a bug fuzzy blanket to cuddle in while enjoying the ice cream. "You ready?" she asked with a tone of impatience but still smiling. She couldn't wait to dig into their minty treat.

Aydan Tags: Mira and Questers Location: Dining Pavilion

Getting no response about the lake he just shrugged and let it go. Not everyone was built to handle the cold like he was so hanging out in it longer than needed wasn't something they wanted. "Do you think they have blue steel? I have an idea for some weapons." He said as he kept close behind the girls. This was definitely helping keep his mind off the questers and Vivienne. He'd also be able to practice his abilities too.

He made his way inside the the armory and took in the entirety of the room. He eyed the rusty metal hanging and the reddish brown bricks behind them. Chains were dangling from the ceiling, it was different from how he had pictured it. It really was just a she'd, he walked along the walls looking at all the weapons options.

Ash Tags: Teilo Location: Lake

"I like Baby better." Ash said with a grin that was anything but flirty. The boy had a nice firm handshake, Ash appreciated it. He was taught at a young age that you can tell a lot about a person just by their handshake. Ash let out a chuckle "Am I ready. I was born ready, I've been looking forward to this type of thing for a while." he replied before his grin vanished "Though, I'm not sure if I'm ready to 'freeze around the clouds'. That sounds a bit ludicrous. " Ash turned his gaze to the frozen lake. He didn't fear dying but something about being frozen in time sent chills down his spine. He looked to Teilo "Do you know how to ride those winged horse beasts byany chance?" he asked rubbing the back of his neck.

[sammy,]

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
the lake
thanatos
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teilo's eyebrows rose significantly at ash's words. "careful, now. you'll have your window seat privileges taken away for harassment," he said, though it wasn't truly serious.
the conversation did turn to the matter at hand, and ash seemed rather confident about it all - until, of course, the concept of dying was brought up. funny - that was the only part that teilo felt some semblance of security in, the idea that he could potentially die. "i'm sure you'll be fine. but just to be sure, i'd probably practice the poses you want to get frozen into. make it dramatic. have fun with it," a bit of lightheartedness was not amiss in the circumstances.

"i can ride a horse," he said, brow furrowed. "but i don't know if that's the same, exactly. it'd be like saying that because i can ride an ostrich i can hitch a ride on an eagle. i can't do either of those things, but they don't line up quite right." a shrug. "it'll be a learning curve, though. if i end up falling to my death because of a horse, i suppose there i won't have to worry about freezing."

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Walking ---> Outside Stables|Tags: Dahlia, Aggy|

Mirabelle fully expected to be shouted at. To be told off; to be chastised at least. She deserved it, after all. She braced herself for a yell, a curse, anything. But it didn't come.
Dahlia's casual forgiveness took her completely by surprise. She stopped in her tracks, a look of bewilderment quickly falling across her face. "Wha - but - but I -" As conscious thought returned to her, she shut her mouth and forced herself to resume walking towards the stables. Her pace was slow; her mind swimming with confusion. "That doesn't change the fact that what I did was wrong." Her voice was just a fragment above a whisper. "How can you just - forgive me, just like that?" Guilt flashed in her blue-grey eyes, which quickly flickered to the side. "Her anger - your fight - it's all my fault." She worried the flesh of her right cheek between her teeth, not trusting herself to meet Dahlia's gaze.
Mirabelle wrapped her arms around herself, though for security's sake or simply because she was cold, she couldn't say. She hated this sudden feeling of vulnerability. Gods, she hated it with her entire being. It felt like she'd been ripped open, exposing all her internal weakness to Dahlia. But it was far too late to take it all back.
Thankfully, a red-haired wrecking ball barged into the conversation, saving Mirabelle from any further embarrassment. In a flash, her mask had been pulled back up and she was bubbly, outgoing Mirabelle again. The only remainder of the former conversation was a tiny flash of guilt that lingered in her eyes. "Lessons - oh, riding lessons! Yes, I can give you a quick overview before we head out," she nodded, offering the younger girl a kind smile. Was Aggy... nervous? Mirabelle hadn't known the unclaimed demigod long enough to pick up on her emotions without the use of her amokinesis, and even that ability was usually only good for feelings centred around some form of love. Still, it would make sense, given the circumstances. "Normally I’d have you practise mount and dismount on a barrel before moving to the horse, but we haven’t the time for that unfortunately. Oh! And each horse has their own personality, of course. Charisma is always a good one for beginners - she's not a pegasus; she's a horse, but she is exceptionally gentle. Langley's a smaller pegasus, much more like a pony in build. She's another good option for beginning riders - she can be a little stubborn, but overall she has a very calm temperament."
As Mirabelle chatted on about the different horses and their personalities, she noticed that they had nearly reached the stable building. The outside was frosted with snow, but luckily the roof was much sturdier than the Big House roof had been. Probably because the pegasi liked to walk on it occasionally. Still, Mirabelle was thankful for the distraction. She had known most of the horses here for years. Though she couldn't talk with them like children of Poseidon could, they had been some of her first friends at Camp Half-Blood. As a younger girl, she would often retreat to the stables when the bullying had gotten to be too much for her to handle. The equines within were probably some of the only beings at camp who had seen her cry, that was for sure. She secretly hoped her offerings of apples and carrots had been enough to buy their silence on that matter.

|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin 3|Tags: Hu, Caspia, Sa'd|

"Uraeus? Now that's more of a Greek-sounding name." Juliet snorted, shifting on her feet. Her eyes lit up at the mention of Egyptian gryphon feathers, however. "Oh, totally! If you wanna give some to us, I'm sure we can get them to the Apollo kids to make into arrows, no problem." Well, that and take a bunch for themselves, of course. And perhaps sell them to the Apollo kids instead of just giving them. Or trade them, for that matter - if anyone had anything interesting to offer.

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

"Like, thanks, man!" Chuck bleated, breaking into a grin. "You have like, no idea how relieving it is to hear that, you know?" He watched as Yuno jotted something down, absently chewing on his sleeve. Always organised, that one. They reminded him of Mira in that sense - though Mira tended to have a mental checklist rather than a physical one. He absently wondered if Mira's mental checklist was colour-coded and had little sticky notes all over it.
"Uh, so like, where do we even start?" Chuck shuffled his hooves in the snow. "We can totally like, get the other satyrs to help and stuff, most of them are like, trying to anyways, I think." He'd seen a few fellow satyrs out in the woods, mostly consoling dryads and attempting to offer help, though they had seemed a bit confused as to how exactly to do so.

|⊙|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."

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

As Death left, Khione stared down at the wilted rose he had given her. In a flash of icy air, it was frozen. "Much better." With a casual wave of her hand, she created a nice little vase for it out of ice. Though it certainly wouldn't need water or anything of the like now, the vase served to make the frozen rose look nice.
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Vivienne jumped slightly as a soft knock sounded on her wall. The demigod stiffened, marking her place with the pale pink ribbon that grew from the pages of the book. She looked up to see Nicholas offering her... was that Starbucks? Wow, it had been ages since she'd gotten coffee out. She hesitated, almost as if unsure whether to trust his kind gesture. What if it has been poisoned? He is Death, after all. Logic soon cancelled out her paranoid thoughts. Don't be ridiculous, Vivienne, mother would have his head if he attempted anything like that. Besides - he is Death itself. If he desired to cause you harm, he could have certainly done so by now. Eventually, she accepted the coffee with a sharp, awkward nod.
"Thank you." The words felt strange on her tongue, like foreign invaders to a cruel, inhospitable land.
Vivienne took an experimental sip of the coffee. Surprised delight sparkled in her icy eyes when the flavour hit her tongue - peppermint mocha. Her favourite, second only to a pitch black dark roast. How did he - ? Her gaze narrowed, flickering back up towards the Death God. A fortunate estimation.
He was speaking again, pulling her from her thoughts. Vivienne nodded when he inquired about the summons, though he was quick to answer his own question. His next query caught her by surprise - torment flashed in her cold stare for a split second, though she quickly pulled the mask of stolidity over herself once more. The pain of loss lingered on long after the flash of memory subsided. "I possess my own reasons for desiring the destruction of that wretched place." She spat the words like venom, though they lacked true heart behind them. She wasn't necessarily willing to relive her worst experiences for the sake of explaining herself. But a thought struck her - Nicholas was Death, right? Surely - perhaps - just maybe - he could bring her back. The notion awaked a whole new spectrum of emotions inside of Vivienne; emotions she had thought to be long-dead. A tiny sliver of hope sprung to life, and she clung to it desperately like a castaway floating on a piece of debris.
No, she reminded herself. Hope is for the weak. Khione had taught her that. Besides - every time she had gotten her hopes up about anything, they had been brutally crushed. Even before her admittance to that abhorrent camp. But Nicholas was waiting for an answer, and she knew her cryptic response wouldn't sate him.
"I... lost someone. Years ago." Her tone had softened just the slightest, though she was doing her utmost to maintain her stony composure. "I am simply seeking justice for her demise." Bitterness crept into her voice. This was certainly true on some level, but she knew her need for justice had become something darker and fiercer over the years - vengeance. She wanted to make them pay. She needed to make them all pay. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly, face set in determination.

[indigo']

[✿]Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Dining pavilion|tags:Mirabelle, Aggy, Dahlia

When the group began to split up, Jamie shrugged his backpack over one shoulder and headed down towards the stables on his own, wanting a moment with his thoughts. Though he’d been stressing about the reality of it all day, the quest still didn’t quite feel real. He knew he was going. He knew he’d have to do some things that terrified him and he knew that he might never come back. But none of that seemed like a real thing that he was experiencing or was about to experience. It felt like he was watching from the outside, seeing himself live out a film on a screen.

Pulling himself out of his rapidly spiralling thoughts, he looked ahead and spotted three figures nearly at the stables. There couldn’t be a better way to distract himself from the abysmal prospect of the quest than to talk to those he’d be heading into his certain doom with.

“Hey!” he called to the trio, jogging to catch up. Unfortunately, he forgot about the slick snow on the ground and his own lack of an ability to stay on his feet at even the best of times. He’d nearly reached the group when his feet slipped out from under him, sending him sprawling to the ground in a very ungraceful fashion.

He lifted his head and blew the snow from his mouth, wiping his glasses with the sleeve of his jacket and frowning at the streaks of vapour left behind. “That was entirely intentional,” he stated quickly, unsure if the three girls had actually seen him fall, but fairly certain he’d drawn enough attention to himself to warrant some embarrassment.

[takara]

☂ | Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Armoury| tags: Celeste, Aydan |

Ophelia grinned to herself at Celeste's excitement. It wasn't the loud kind with jumping and shouting, but the quiet kind that got to work. She was watching her study the cartridges...or were they magazines? Ophelia had never found much use for learning about firearms, beyond the few times she gotten invited to a kids birthday party with the nerf versions (an overall horrifying experience, with a few bruises involved).

Her thoughts were interrupted, and she turned to Aydan. Blue steel? Oddly specific, but okay. "If they don't, I'm sure you can make some." She said gently, stepping forward to scan the collected pieces for her friend. It was a downright menagerie of anything the mind could think of, crowding eachother so that some weapons were obscured. A particular shield caughy her eye, and she approached it, running her fingers into a place where she could gingerly lift the specimen from between its neighbors. Hmmm, it's no blue steel, but... She held up the thing, which would be a round shield, but for the armour glove within it and all manor of spikes that extended from it. She tilted it, letting the light cascade over it from a few angles. Interesting, she mused, noting that it seemed to be in reasonable repair.

She stuffed a hand into the glove, wincing a little as it pinched at her hand, and tested the weight on her arm. Not quite balanced, but it should be an easy enough fix... I'd need some help with the additions though...

☄ | Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Stables| tags: Mira, Dahlia, Jamie

Aggy listened to Mira solemnly, as though she'd just been given a death sentance and was trying to refrain from bolting. She turned toward the stables as they reached them, taking in a deep breath and stiff-leggedly walking over to the nearest equine. The reddish creature seemed to glow from an underlying layer of fur, and Aggy might have found it pretty in other circumstances. Preferably in ones where it was not extending it's neck toward her and emitting a sort of soft rumble from it's throat.

She ground to halt, just out of it's reach, and the equine wriggled around as if it wanted something from her. The thought made her insides feel heavy, but now was not a time to show fear. Here goes nothing! She reached out a hand, holding the palm up. The pegasi nuzzled into it, and Aggy hardly flinched, amazed by the softness of their skin.
There was a sort of thump from behind her, followed by what sounded like someone fighting with thin air. She turned and found Jamie, lying through his teeth about falling intentionally. Your face is bright red, should've added if a flip if you were gonna claim that.

Instead of voicing this, she just nodded nonchalantly. "Is the gravity working?" She asked, grinning at him. Something brushed against her back, and she stiffened. Oh no, they got my coat! She thought in alarm, as her jacket was pulled away from her back. She whirled around, only to find the massive head behind her. Oh, she let out a breath, slowing inching a cautious hand up to stroke the offending muzzle.

✁ | Reese Dawson | 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: Dining pavilion/kitchens---> | tags: Emmie,

He considered Emmie's question a moment. He could not say that either cabin had much advantage over thr other, but he did know he would be answering to Auggie the next time she found him. Yep, that will be no fun for ice cream. "Yours is better. It's no fun eating in the old mortuary." He said with a smile, happy to haul their earnings off to the brighter of the two cabins. They were both overly lavish to be feasting on ice cream straight from the carton in, but whoever designed them clearly did not have teenagers in mind.

♫ | Henry "Hank" Walker | 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Arts and Crafts--> Cabin 7 | tags: Mattie (Apollo NPC), open!

No Hank for now c:

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Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: Stables, Tags: Aiden, Mentions: None

Skylar was about to argue about how she shouldn't have been freezing to death in the first place, but Aiden kept talking. Quite honestly, he was being really sweet, which she never would have expected this conversation to go. Maybe some anger or frustration at him on her part, but she didn't feel mad at for him revealing her forest incident earlier. It was an accident and she understood why he had been a little defensive at the time. They all were a little bit edgy these past couple of days. She didn't know Aiden that well, but he said he cared about her and she felt the need to get to know him better. This quest would definitely help with that. She really did feel like they could be good friends, he truly seemed sincere. At his comment about being invincible, Skylar did feel a bit of painful realization. She wasn't invincible and she couldn't stop everything on her own. Even though she wanted to.

But she smiled wide and shook his hand. "Friends," she agreed. "And you're right. On pretty much everything you just said. Perks on being a son of Athena, I guess. I'm looking forward to going on this quest with you." She smiled playfully before looking back thoughtfully at Void, the Pegasus. "Um, I honestly have no idea how to saddle this thing. I suppose you All-Knowing Mr Brains know how to saddle a Pegasus." That was a dumb question. If course he did! He's had saddled his own Pegasus after all. But Skylar really did not like asking for help with something as basic as this, so she tried to pass it off as a joke.