Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

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head counsellor - child of melinoe - she/they - pansexual
Feeling - strictly chaos at this point like lets start a riot Tagged - Aiofe and Roxanne Location - The Lake

Shaye tried to keep the noise in, but an aggressively loud, snorting, cackle rose in her throat and left her before she could clap a hand over their mouth. the looks on the two girls' faces were enough to keep her content with her shenanigans for at least a week. and this wasn't even a big trick! it was just some slushy sand and snow getting sprayed around.
They raised their hands as if to surrender, but instead just let another laugh wrack their body. It was too much fun messing with people and annoying them. Their crooked smile didn't seem to dissipate as the child of hebe insulted her terminology."Listen Ziggy, you don' see me mocking your words, the ol' 'lets use vocabulary that sounds completely mundane with a little intellect to spice things up' is so overrated, you gotta learn how to have fun." They made air quotes as they spoke before shifting all their weight onto one foot, yaknow like a regular ol pan person does, and crossed their arms.
Their hood made their hair flattened against their forehead, hiding their sickly pale eyes in a mass of curls as they grinned wickedly. They glanced over at Roxanne as she spoke, though she had to be honest, she didn't see much beneath her fringe. She feigned a pout.
Whatever Shaye determined there wasn't much to look at from either of the girls.
Made it all the more fun at least.
At the mention of near-death experiences, Shaye straightened with a bounce. "Bro! that's half the fun!"They smiled wickedly, pulling down their hood and their hair flopping back like an elastic that had been held down for too long.
Shaye winked over at the hebe girl. She seemed pretty lame to Shaye, but most campers by standard were lame, maybe just maybe they weren't? but they weren't passing the vibe check at this rate, especially when they got annoyed over jeans.
The child of Melinoe rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. It wasn't like the chaos child was splattering them in tar, mud came out in the wash easily enough. And still, shaye's own black jeans were soaked from ankle to mid-calf... though it wasn't nearly as obvious, it still brought a deathly coolness to their skin.
"It's not like you can't do your own laundry." Shaye chuckled playfully, but felt another jab dancing in the back of their mind. "Unless you're too childlike to do your own chores."
Having a child of the goddess of youth at her own disposal for jokes was probably the best blessing Shaye could've asked for. It was a beautiful irony that Shaye could just, keep calling this girl a child as much as they truly wanted.

[Kveykva]

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[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ The Stables | Tags: Mirabelle, Ash, Orin, Auggie, Stable Group
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

The mention of the lake made Aiden shudder. He wouldn't be trying out the ice anytime soon, here or anywhere else. Athena, if we come across a frozen lake... let there be a bridge. He prayed silently. "Yeah, there's... too many, actually. I've never really thought about it." Will would have been the first he sought out, but given they were on a time crunch, maybe he could save the son of Hephaestus for last. Aiden already knew he'd be at the forge, making Burial shrouds. another unprompted shudder. "Now that I think about it, can we... see Will last?" Aiden asked quietly. "He's working on a burial shroud for Horace right now and I don't want to keep him for too long." That was part of it, but he wasn't ready to reveal the full reason to Mira just yet. He'd seen Kade over at the forge with Will earlier, and he could only imagine that meant they were putting together his shroud as well. What if he didn't make it back from the quest? He didn't want to consider that shroud actually getting used for its purpose, nor did he want to think about what it'd look like.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's─Let's go." He clammed his mouth shut to keep from tripping over any more of his sentences, offering a small wave to Ash as they headed out from the stall. Wayfinder didn't seem to mind the smaller camper leading him almost senselessly in circles, and Aiden was reminded that the pegasus' calmness was one of the reasons he used him so often. "You're a good big fella, bud." Aiden leaned his head into the stallion's cheek briefly, feeling his hot breath ruffle his iconic bedhead. The crowd outside had shifted since the last time he'd seen it; Skylar and Aggy were chatting alongside their respective pegasi (hopefully about the fact that satyrs make weapons in their stomachs) and Teilo was saddling his own pegasus, one Aiden recognized as Heinz (if he recalled correctly, one of the Hermes campers named it). The Athena camper was rather surprised to see August as well, though he had his doubts she was going on the quest; after all, he hadn't seen her at the meeting earlier. Actually, he hadn't seen the Hades head counselor since yesterday's meeting when the snowfall began. It already feels like a lifetime ago. He was about to head over to butt in and give her a quick goodbye when another face stole his attention. "Orin!" Aiden waved his hand.

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[✦] | Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Mount Marcy training hall | Tags: Malcolm, Hicks, Khione
❝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑❞

The idea sounded even more frivolous when Malcolm echoed the death god's statement. Of course, he didn't expect anything like that to work in the first place, but the thought allowed him to burn a few extra seconds before the snow goddess descended to snuff out the fires. "You summoned me?" The sudden voice and presence behind Nicholas caused him to noticeably jump, his form going rigid for a moment. "Jesus Christ, Khione!" His next few statements were littered with swears in a variety of languages, the horseman struggling to piece back together the image he'd put on for his interactions with Khione, as well as the mortals present. At least Eris can't think any less of me than she already does. Then again, he wasn't certain of strife's opinion on him as it was. "It isn't easy to tell whether you're here or not if you've got yourself spread so thin, you know." He huffed, straightening his suit jacket. No tears, thankfully; the wings had a learning curve, and every so often he did end up with a few nicks here and there. "As promised, I've brought them to meet you." Death waved a hand to present Kingston and his guest. "Gentlemen, this is Khione. Treat her with the utmost respect, because if I don't kill you, she will."

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

Will nodded calmly, shutting the weapon case and tucking it to the side. His own pyrokinesis hastened the forge's rise to temperature, and before long the Hephaestus camper's second home was alive and warm, the snow nearby burning away from the heat of the flames. Stray embers littered Wilhelm's arms, but he brushed them away without much thought. "What d'you think we oughta make them out of?" He inquired, rummaging through a few containers of metal bits, springs, and scraps for decorative inspiration. Full fledge ingots were hidden away when not in use, but Will directed Kade to where they were stored so he may browse the selection. "Pick yer poison."

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Outside Stables|Tags: Aiden, Orin, Auggie, Skylar, Aggy, Teilo|

A small frown creased Mirabelle's brow at Aiden's shudder. Was it something I said? Oh wait - the lake. A small wave of guilt washed over her. She had heard that he'd fallen through the ice the day previous... there were rumours floating around that he'd almost drowned, but she couldn't be sure if they were true. Her cabinmates often liked to elaborate when spewing out gossip. Gods, Mirabelle, how could you be so insensitive?
Before she had the chance to apologise, Aiden was talking about Will. "Right - yes, that's okay." It made more sense anyway, upon further reflection. If they were headed out to make goodbyes, the forge would be on the way back - if that's where Will was, anyway. As she regarded Aiden, her perceptive gaze picked up a few minute yet telltale signs. There's something he's holding back - something he's not telling me. But she didn't press - for now. It's none of your business, she sternly reminded herself. If he wants to talk about it, he will.
Mirabelle waved a quick farewell to Ash before backtracking to retrieve Firefly, only then following Aiden and Wayfinder out into the cold. The pegasus mare snorted nervously, but allowed herself to be led by Mirabelle's hand. Despite her warm coat, she couldn't help but shiver a bit as the full force of the frigid air hit her. Had it gotten colder out, or was it just her?
Her eyes scanned the gathered demigods as she tugged her coat a little tighter around herself. Teilo was tacking up Heinz, she noticed, chatting with Orin. Aggy had managed to mount Spicy all on her own, it seemed - Mirabelle couldn't help but feel a little rush of pride at that. Skylar was there, casually talking with the younger demigod. But the one person whose presence actually surprised her was Augusta Reynolds. She hadn't taken Auggie for a people person, but here she was, edging into Aggy and Skylar's conversation. It was refreshing to see the thick-shelled girl take an interest in social interaction, she thought. Perhaps Mirabelle herself would get the chance to say a short goodbye to her fellow head counselor.
Aiden's voice broke her out of her thoughts as he waved Orin over. Though she wasn't especially close with the son of Zeus, she had always enjoyed his presence. He had a way with people, she knew, and his humorous quips never failed to cheer her up. Working with him on the Senior Counsel was a treat, to say the least. She would value the opportunity to say a proper farewell to him.


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

Juliet nodded slowly while she listened to Sa'd and Set speak. She crossed her arms tighter over her chest as she regarded this newcomer - another adult, she noticed. And a rather alluring one at that. Sporting a tight burgundy t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, with a really awesome black leather jacket around her shoulders. Fingers covered in golden rings, a lion's head pendant dangling around their neck. Her golden eyes framed with black eyeliner. And were those combat boots? Man, Juliet wished she looked that cool. She felt dull by comparison, with her beat-up jeans and holey purple sweater. Her aviator jacket was pretty sweet, she reckoned. That ought to earn her some 'cool' points at least.
"Trading instead of taking... yeah, I can swing that." Juliet shifted on her feet. "Colourful rocks you say..." A sinister look crossed her face. A plan was starting to formulate in her brain of how to trick the gryphon, though she'd have to run it by Hu first. Oh, and Caspia, if she was the pranking type. "Yeah, sure. I'll tell ya how it goes." She waved offhandedly, though she would probably forget her agreement the moment Sa'd left.
"Anyways, good to meetcha, sad dude. And chaos guy or whatever. See you around. Or maybe not." She shrugged, her typical air of nonchalance doing its work. "And you too, I guess." The latter was directed at the adult and the weird girl following her around, though Juliet hadn't caught either's name. All in all not a big deal. She probably would've just forgotten their names anyways.

|❀|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: Outside Cabin 3 --> Behind Cabins|Tags: Jay, Sa'd/Set|

Zahra was a bit miffed at being called a 'girl' by the chaos god - she was two hundred and seventeen years old, for crying out loud. That, and they weren't fully a woman to begin with. Sure, she had been using 'she/her' pronouns more in her head that day, but that tended to fluctuate depending on how they felt. Nonetheless, the Eye of Sekhmet led the Host of Set and their accompanying god behind a row of buildings, which Chiron had called 'cabins' earlier. Zahra thought that was rather funny - the only building that looked cabin-like in any regard to her was the one the aforementioned gryphon was seated outside. They checked back to make sure that Jay was following; she and Anubis should hear this information as well.
When they were far enough out of earshot of any demigods, Zahra stopped walking and turned to face the three. "Jay and Anubis, I believe, have already made my acquaintance, but allow me to introduce myself. I am Zahra Abubakar Nashwa Al-Amin, Magician of the Ninth Nome and current Eye of Sekhmet. I wish there were time for more formalities, but I must 'get to the point', as they say." Her tone was clear and sharp, but not unkind. Their mixed Arabic-London accent had thickened in her haste, and they hoped the three could comprehend what she was saying. "Set, Anubis - we need your help. The Duat is in chaos - almost literally, I'm afraid. You two recall the Ogdoad, though I am uncertain if your Hosts have recollection. Hosts, do either of you know of the Ogdoad? I can explain briefly if I must."
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At Jay's admission, Zahra's face grew almost disappointed. "I see. They must not be teaching the Ogdoad cosmology in your Nome. Shame on them." She hadn't necessarily meant it in a mean nor chastising way, but it certainly came out that way. "The Ogdoad are eight gods; the first gods. They were born of the Sea of Chaos and are thought to be extensions of Isfet itself." She paused to let that sink in. "The eight are as follows. Nun and Naunet; the gods of chaos and water, Heh and Hauhet; gods of boundlessness, Kuk and Kauket; gods of darkness, and Amun and Amaunet; gods of invisibility, of air, and void. They are frog and snake gods respectively. " She watched the two teenagers' faces as she continued. "Something has greatly angered them, and caused them to awaken from their slumber. They are wreaking havoc in the Duat; tearing it completely asunder. The Sea of Chaos - it is expanding. You can see why I have been sent. We need your help. The gods need your help."

|❄|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Mount Marcy Caverns/Mount Marcy Throne Room|Tags: NA/Nicholas, Malcolm, Hicks|

While Vivienne set off in search of her feathered steed, Khione stood calmly in the training hall. Death's reaction to her sudden appearance might've made another god laugh, but the only indication of her amusement was a slight twitch at the corner of her lips. She raised an eyebrow at the introduction he provided for her, though said nothing. However, approval glimmered in her deep brown eyes. "Gentlemen," the goddess stated frostily. "Let us adjourn to somewhere more... secure." What she really meant was somewhere more private, where her protidgy wouldn't have the chance to overhear anything they would be discussing. Vivienne's anger towards Camp Half-Blood was to serve as a cover for their more devious activities, and Khione would not risk losing that alibi. She started to walk out of the training hall, gesturing for them to follow in an crisp gesture.
The goddess did not check to see whether her would-be allies had heeded her no-so-subtle invitation. She strutted through the twisting tunnels without so much as a glance over her shoulder. Evidently, she expected to be followed without question. Khione led the men down a path lined with frozen hikers, all stuck in poses of abject horror. The narrow entranceway soon opened up into a grand cavern sheathed in ice. More of her morbid ice sculptures lined the walls, hovering at the sides of an elaborate throne carved entirely of semitranslucent ice. The accommodations were certainly less comfortable than her previous more casual meetings with Death, but the frigid atmosphere had an air of professionalism about it. With some minor concentration, she formed two smaller chairs out of thick ice, seemingly having forgotten about Hicks or deeming him unimportant. With a sharp yet not ungraceful movement, she indicated the two new pieces of furniture as if expecting the men to seat themselves.

[indigo']

[☘︎]Aoife Murphy|17|she/her|Hebe|The Lake|Tags:Roxanne, Shaye

Aoife nodded in response to Roxanne’s comment on Lu, clearly the girl had enough control over her powers if she’d been able to hold the Big House up, but she didn’t really know the other girl well enough to make such an observation. “Well whatever she did it was bloody fierce. I’m just glad she got out alright.”

She watched the other with a raised brow as they let out an obnoxious laugh, clearly unable to contain herself. She knew Shaye was a fan of stirring up trouble, but this didn’t seem like it had been the funniest thing to ever happen—at least not enough to justify the uncontrollable mirth spilling from the demigod. She wouldn’t judge though, it was nice to actually hear someone laughing with all the darkness and dreariness that had taken over camp the last few days.

“Ziggy?” she scrunched up her nose. “Do I look like Bowie to you? ‘Cause I really don’t see the resemblance but I’ll take it as a compliment.” She frowned slightly, the expression made out of confusion rather than any sort of contempt or displeasure. “You said you weren’t making fun of the way I talk, and then you did, didn’t ya? Bit of a contradiction there.”

Aoife watched the other demigod with a half-amused expression. She didn’t fully understand them, but their wild energy was entertaining to say the least. That’s half the fun. “Half the fun? Jesus, I’m sure the eighteen dead demigods and their traumatized siblings would beg to differ but to each their own I suppose.” She didn’t want to bring the mood down, to bring up the tragedy that had gone down the previous night, but the words were off her tongue before she really had a chance to think about them. Shaye didn’t seem like the type to be affected by the casual mention anyways, and Roxanne seemed to be doing alright.

She shook her head at the wink, though a small smile crept across her face. Did they never run out of chaotic energy? “Ha ha,” she gave a sarcastic laugh to the quip about her being childish. “That was brilliant. Good craic. Very original.” She wasn’t offended by the jab, it took quite a lot to get under her skin, and teasing over her godly parentage wasn’t it. “Are you usually this obnoxious? You call me childish but you’re the one splashing about in puddles like an eejit.”

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: aiden, mirabelle.
ivi stables.

orin blinked when he was called, noting that he was not, as a matter of fact, invisible to anyone who he had not overtly noticed. thankfully, the source of his attention was aiden. a smile split his face, and momentarily, he forgot the nature of their current existence, the things that had sent him into overdrive less than an hour previous forgotten for the sake of a friendly face. the call seemed to rouse mira as well, and he thought that it would be a good time to put the cracking mask back on. "aiden!"

it wasn't even conscious, he noted as he approached in the middle of the two of them, gesturing them over to him. it was just something that happened - a switch that flicked in his head. "right, i've got something to say to youse. i need you to listen up. real close," he said, looking around theatrically to search for any dreaded earwiggers. "so, i have to wish you luck, and all of that, but there's a much more pressing matter at hand."

"see, this year, i was finally gonna get a tan," orin said. "i had it all planned out. the whole summer, lounging in the sun. course, that's been sort of follied. someone's made a bit of a bagsy out of it, so i'm gonna need ou to sort it out, quick as possible, and get back here. 'cause i'm gasping for the sun right now. people keep saying they see right through me, i'm thinking it's 'cause i'm so pale i'm bordering on transparency." he pulled a face, eyes widening, eyebrows raising. "so you two - i can't think of a better pair to do it, mind - go and put the fear of the gods into whoever's hell-bent on keeping me ivory. the rest about saving the world, that's - that's on the side, right? i used to get freckles in the sun. you wouldn't know it. there's none to speak of." he gestured at his clear face. "and then you get back here in more or less one piece. i've got your return party all sorted out in this bonce. it'll be grand. historical, i might even say. so you keep all of that in mind, right?"

he was worried about the two of them. head counsellors that he had a good repertoire with - some of the only people in the camp that he could put trust in for the management of the debacle, but also the ones that he really didn't want to see the funeral shrouds for. it wasn't worth making them more worried than they already were. lightening the mood was the only course of action that he could see fit. "but keep it shtum, yeah? i don't want the rest of these little troopers knowing that they're exiting camp bounds for the sake of my melanocytes."

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x──────i ii eris proxy. iii thirty-seven. iiii tags: nicholas, khione.
ivi mt marcy.

if the death god hadn't already proven himself to be - well, multifaceted - then his reaction to khione's sudden appearance would have been enough proof. it also appeared that he had a knack for language, given that he was spouting half the sour words under the sun at the mere notion of shock that her presence had given him. it made malcolm smile. even hicks had to struggle through maintaining his straight face - and the man had a countenance like one of the queen's guards. "that was shakespearian," malcolm commented softly, bringing his hand to cover the amused little smirk as nicholas attempted to claw back his dignity.

"i fully intend to," he nodded, choosing remain quiet as the ice goddess shifted their destinations. the walk to the promised land was certainly a fascinating one, the ice sculptures proving to sit in the centre of 'unsettling' and 'morbidly beautiful'. hicks may have had his own issues with such a classification, but he was not the authority on the extraordinary circumstances he had fallen into, and appeared to remain stoic as a result of the awareness of this.

the chairs manifested themselves in front of them, and malcolm wasted no time sitting on the leftmost throne. it was only after he had parked himself that he recognised the lack of a third, giving hicks a mock-apologetic look and tapping his knee condescendingly. though the offer to sit upon malcolm's lap was refused, it didn't appear that hicks was displeased about khione ignoring his presence. something told him that daniel was, in fact, rather pleased that he had been forgotten about. "this is good, isn't it?" he grinned, waving at their surroundings. "i feel like i'm on the apprentice. or dragon's den. have you got dragon's den? not a literal dragon, though i think that would make it a touch more interesting." he considered the thought for a moment, then settled back. down to business. there was no time for frivolity.
that wasn't true. there was always time for a little frivolity, but this took precedent.

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes|Head Counselor|Demi-bisexual|Loc: Grassy area|Tags/Mentions:Delilah
"Hey it's no problem"Cass shrugged and continued walking through the woods "I'm glad to be of service".Cass walked along enjoying the snow even though it wasn't expected it was still beautiful She turned to Delilah once she asked about the questers "Umm probably not but we should hurry since there's a few goodbyes I want to make too" Cass replied before grabbing Delilah's hand and setting out on a faster pace hoping that she could get both of them to where they needed on time.

Jack Morrison|18|Demeter|Pansexual|Loc:Dining Pavilion|Tags/mentions:Hank
"Thanks"Jack beamed while accepting Hank's arm to help stabilize himself. "I'm doing fine thanks for asking, How about you Jack asked before remembering that he needed to get some medicine for Whiskey "Oh actually I do need some help"He said before adding "That is if you're not too busy with anything". Jack didn't want to cause trouble for the head Apollo counselor especially since Hank probably had enough stuff going on. It also wasn't like Whisky's arthritis was acting up immediately he just wanted some so that way he could help her until he could message home to get some.

[takara]

☂ | Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Arena| tags: Celeste

Ophelia strode out of the way once Celeste got the target started, fighting to keep from from full-fledged bolting to the side of the arena. Once see felt she was a clear, a good 20 feet further back than was necessary, she turned to observe Celeste. The women held still a moment, then a look of complete control washed over her, and she made her shots, her aim deadly accurate. Maybe we should've given her a practice weapon, I don't see her sparring with that any time soon. I know where I'm going if I need pointers on aim. She mused, smiling softly at Celeste's unperturbed expression.

"Perhaps" She said, just as expressionless as Celeste had said it, but with a bemused expression coloring her features. For being a centurion, she sure does act like a kid in a candy store. "Have at what you want." She said lightly, looking to Aydan, who had just interjected his own thoughts.

And that's when she was met with a light buzzing, though that was only in comparison to the emotions of last night. Probably missed it earlier due to the gun noise. She wrinkled her nose, but he clearly didn't want to talk about it, instead speeding through the here and there and everywhere that he'd been.

"Ready to lose?" He asked, tauntingly. "I think you are." She told him, but he was already at it again, words spilling out. A friend, huh? She eyed the throwing stars, so delicately crafted, that you could almost forget about the deadly blades attached. And god awful to spar against. 'Oh yes, look at me, I'm Ophelia and I'm gonna challenge him to a fight before even knowing what his weapons are!' Bright spark you are! "They look good." She said before abruptly turning and pacing to a clear area in the arena. She stopped and turned to inspect the spot, running her fingers along her butterfly as she surveyed it, before looking back to Aydan.

"No killing or maiming, I have ambrosia but it won't bring someone back from that." She looked over their garments, frowning. Add that to the list, shining star. You decided to do it all without armour. She paused, considering as she breathed in the dusty arena air in deep draughts. A little late for fixing this. "We'll go till first blood, try not to rip up my jacket too bad." Because I'll have to do enough repairs on it as is. She moved her bracelet over her jacket and tapped the mechanism to open it, her shield flaring out. Good, good. The presence on her arm was comforting, and she tilted it to test the familiar weight.

The butterfly knives were easier, just a matter of ripping from the chain and flicking out. "All ready, Aydan?" She asked, letting the nickname slide for now. Testing boundaries while someone's emotions were haywire was never a good move.

✁ | Reese Dawson | 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: Cabin 1 | tags: Emmie,

Reese rolled his eyes at Emmie "Thanks, I'll have to keep that in mind, Ma'am Bonnie," His stomach flipped as soon as she deviously pulled up a sinister looking screen, and he wondered how soon was too soon to cash in on that offer. Really, the odd squirming she did, accompanied by a dark grin, should have clued him into her intentions. Dear father, why did you not have the decency to give me a stomach for gore. Reese sighed, snatching the cartoon back from Emmie to plunge his spoon into it. If I am not getting paid in movie, I am getting paid in deliciousness. He mused, contentedly munching on a spoonful and trying to drown the foreboding atmosphere from his mind.

The part with the dog was where it started to sink in, despite his his best defenses. He clutched at the blanket, letting the soggy cartoon of icecream lie between them, eyes glued to the screen. I mean, who chooses not to listen to a dog? That is like, horror movie one-oh-one. He knew this. His still nearly jumped out of his skin at the child's screams. Ripping the blanket up to pull tightly around himself. Oh. My. God. They killed the dog! He stilled, having a very not-good time as that fact sunk in.

☄ | Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Stables| tags: Quest group | mentions: Skylar, Auggie

Aggy rolled her eyes at the older girl's statement. Anyone who feels the need to prove their power is just afraid of losing it. "Her name is Spicy, but she loses name privileges when she gets slobber on me." She said, stepping to the side to eye the mare and consider how to get up. She frowned at the prospect, inwardly wondering if she should ask this Skylar about mounting, but not eager to follow through with it.

Oh well. I'm not about to look like some dumbfounded statute. She threw a foot into the stirrup and kicked off the ground with her other foot, swinging her leg over to the mare's other side and retrieving her reins from Skylar. She didn't quite snatch them, but it was close. What's all this about fighting gods being something new? Don't they do this every quest. She scrunched her nose at the now similar in height daughter of Hecate, shifting her backpack to even out the weight. "What's with the fear factor?" She asked, innocently, had it not been for the way she turned to match Skylar's blue-eyed gaze with her brown one

Aggy turned at the approach of another camper, quickly noting it to be Auggie, she smiled. But when Auggie spoke, her voice was heavy, amplifying her expression. She'd have my hide for this one, if she could reach it. She thought, fighting off the grimace that would've matched the pierced girl's expression. "Yeah, Auggie, I'm going." She said evenly, thinking back to their earlier conversation, she added lightly. "I wanted this, no dares, nothing like that, I swear." She paused, considering the weight of her next words before nodding along as she spoke them. "I'll save a brawling for you when I get back, m'kay?" She grinned, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of another spar. Are your eyes supposed to get misty after only a day? She wondered, brushing a puffy sleeve across her face. This is mad, it's not like I won't have the rest of summer for all this.

♫ | Henry "Hank" Walker | 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: -->By dining pavilion | tags: Jack

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[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|stables|tags:Orin, Aggy, Skylar

Auggie’s attention was drawn away briefly, catching Orin entering the stables out of the corner of her eye. She shouldn’t have cared whether he came along or not, but she put the feeling of relief down to the fact that it would’ve been rude if she’d just walked away and he hadn’t come. She felt guilty about the whole ordeal she’d just caused in the forest, but saying anything about it would mean confronting the situation, and she wasn’t going to do that. Her gaze followed him as he made his way over to one of the other campers, but she quickly pulled away and turned her eyes back to the girl on the pegasus in front of her.

She didn’t return Aggy’s smile, the hardened expression set on her face. Her look didn’t change at the response to her question, but she felt a pang of dread that she just managed to suppress. Her worry was at least alleviated to hear that she was going of her own accord, not listening to the impressions of someone else. “I didn’t think that,” she responded. “But good.”

She didn’t like the idea of the younger girl going out on a dangerous quest with essentially no training, but she wasn’t going to try to convince her not to. She could only guess that several of the others had already tried and failed at that. If she’d learned one thing from the interactions they’d had it was that Aggy was stubborn and determined to prove herself. She could see herself a bit in the younger girl’s attitude, and maybe that’s why she found her easier to tolerate than some of the other new campers—a strange idea considering she wasn’t the biggest fan of herself, but still.

Auggie cracked a smile at the next comment, watching the girl’s eyes light up at the idea of a brawl. “Sure, but you better get some practice in on this quest. I’m a lot scarier than any of the monsters you’re gonna meet and I won't go easy on you,” she threatened, eyes glittering with amusement. Her expression fell when Aggy wiped at her eyes, silently willing herself not to show any sort of emotion on her own face.

“Hey…” She hesitated, unsure how to proceed. She wasn’t good with emotions, she’d come over here in the process of running away from exactly that. But she had to say something. “You’re gonna show that pesky ice goddess who’s boss, right? She should be shaking with fear now that you’ve got a sharpened weapon and a proper sheath.” She offered a half smile. One hand went to the pocket of her jacket, remembering the fuel she’d used to mess with Aggy yesterday, the reason she’d actually talked to her in the first place.

She pulled the whetstone out, rolling the rough surface of it over in her hands before holding it up to the other girl. “Here. In case your blade gets dull from monster slaying. I can win it back from you when we have our spar.” She’d have to go to the forge to sharpen her weapons if they got dull before the questers were back, which would make it a little more difficult to avoid people, but it was a small inconvenience, something she could deal with. It was more than a practical offer, especially considering Aggy might not even need it in the amount of time they were gone for, but it was the smallest display of friendship from Auggie, a tiny attempt at comfort she wasn’t able to give with words.

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『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Ophelia and Celeste
Location: Arena

Aydan watched as she admired the weapons, only then realizing he could possibly seriously injure her especially in his state of mind. He set the shuriken's to the side before roughly making twin daggers out of his own ice abilities. They wouldn't last long but at least they were more controllable right now. "Sounds good to me." He said with a nod. He watched in fascination as her bracelet transformed into a shield. Their weaponry will never seize to amaze him.

She didn't call him by the nickname she had bestowed upon him. Maybe she could sense how he was feeling, hopefully it wasn't overwhelming. In that case he may as well tell her what happened."I'm ready when you are." He said as he readied himself. He focused on creating a small blizzard barrier around the two to provide some sort of privacy so Celeste didn't overhear. "I want a bit of privacy for this. I have a few things to tell you." he told her so she didn't become too overly concerned about it. He paused for a moment thinking about how he should start both the conversation and spar.

He settled on starting off defensively. "I haven't really told anyone this yet... My dad is currently in a coma. We were driving home one day from my grandma's and we got in a fight about something mundane... I guess I got too worked up and we spun out on a patch of ice and hit a tree. I walked out with just a broken arm. My dad on the other hand wasn't so lucky. When I called my grandma she said she had some news. I thought it was about my dad waking up but turns out he had another family all along. I have a little brother named Nathaniel." He told her. He couldn't get the boys small voice out of his head, he wondered how old he was. Aydan knew it was a lot to process, He let it sink in and stayed silent watching for her reaction and first move. His chest felt tight, through the silence he could hear the whirring of the barrier grow louder. The makeshift daggers cracked along with the growing intensity of the small blizzard. He tried to calm himself down but the pain wasn't going away, the feelings he felt by the stream were starting to resurface. He hoped his pain wasn't going to hurt Ophelia too.

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Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Reese
Location: Cabin 1

Emerson watched Reese hide amongst the blankets. she chuckled at his attempt to save his eyes from the horrors on screen. She was happy with her choice of movie until they killed the dog. She felt tears well up in her eyes then escaping and falling down her cheeks at a steady pace. "That's enough of that." she said as she dried up her tears. She snapped her fingers and Avengers: Infinity War came on. This was better even though she knew she'd end up crying still when Peter "dies". She confiscated the ice cream back and took a few spoonful's of the minty sweetness before handing it to Reese again. "Is this better?" she asked him with a guilty smile pulling some of the covers over herself.

[Kveykva]

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[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ The Stables | Tags: Mirabelle, Orin, Stable Group
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

"Huh? What is it?" Aiden dropped his arm to his side and met the son of Zeus halfway, Mira and Firefly not far behind him. He didn't know what to expect from Orin, given the oddity of the situation and the fact that he'd hardly seen the other camper since he arrived. It was the same situation as Auggie; he'd seen Orin at yesterday's meeting but hadn't since. No, no. That was a lie. Whatever inklings Aiden thought he had were soon demolished, and before long he was grinning ear to ear. "You? Tan?!" He scoffed, driving his fist playfully into Orin's gut. "Shut up, dude. Just, shut up." He was wheezing now, hardly able to contain his laughter. It was dumb. He knew it, it was so dumb. It was stupid for Orin to say it, for him to keep this going in the face of everything going on. Yet he did it anyway, and he did it so flawlessly. "Just..." He trailed off slowly, his laughter fading from reddened cheeks as they too lost their color. "You know it isn't the time to make jokes, and you keep doing it." It was something he admired from the older camper, actually. Humor was one of the greatest tools for keeping people calm, especially younger folks. It was a distraction to keep their mind off the bigger, scarier problem.

"Well, since we have to go and rescue your freckles, Lucky Charms," He jabbed. "I need you to do me a favor while I'm gone." Aiden's tone slowly grew more serious. "I had to pick someone to serve as a counselor in my place you know, and... I kinda hate to say it, but the Athena cabin isn't as wise as it used to be." he admitted, taking a small blow to his pride. "I picked Caleb, I told him yesterday. He... He thinks he has a wrong to make right, so I thought this would sit well on his conscious. Just a little bit of responsibility for a few weeks, but... I think this quest is getting bigger and bigger by the second. I don't know when we'll be back, or─" if we're coming back. He wasn't ready to say it out loud. "Can you help him? Just let him know you'll be there if he needs any advice or anything, just do what you've always done for me, but do it for him. Caleb can do it, I trust him, I'm just worried he'll take any mistake too personally. And keep an eye out if he needs a little support, me and my siblings kinda..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "We don't really ask for help ever, even when we need it. Especially when we need it."

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[✦] | Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | Mount Marcy training hall ➡ throne room | Tags: Malcolm, Hicks, Khione
❝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑❞

"Yeah yeah," the horseman murmured, flicking invisible shame from his wings in distaste. Their glassy blades clicked as they folded back into place. So much for strong impressions. Maybe I'm trying too hard. The possibility existed. Death was given little chance to ponder the thought before Khione whisked them away deeper into the cavernous lair. He brought up the rear, chaperoning the two mortals through the snaking tunnels. Nicholas relied almost exclusively on his uncanny sense of the other's living presences, as his thoughts were distracted. If he were to guess, their destination would be the throne room; or dedicated throne room, as the horseman personally found Khione's to be rather lacking (surprising, considering her ego). He'd given it a glance during his time spent shadow traveling but found nothing of interest to linger there. One thing he had encountered is the way that the paths throughout Mount Marcy's glazed fortress seemed to change at a moment's notice. This didn't particularly hinder his movements, as shadow travel was traditionally faster anyway, but watching the venti traverse its treacherous transformations and oftentimes grow lost was quite amusing. It's certainly an asset to defend against persistent demigods.

Though invisible to both the eye of god and man, the spirits were ever-present in the halls of Khione's icy abode. Their words weren't ever lost to Nicholas, nor were their moods or emotions. The hall of iced hikers instilled a sense of reverence, one that lingered among the souls trapped there. It was phantasmagorical, actually; many of them were so morbidly enthralled by their sudden death and the sight of their own corpse that they simply stayed, distracted from moving on. With Death's presence, they stayed longer, even once they were free of their mesmerism. They followed him as if he were the pied piper, and they heard things the others weren't so willing to share. A card Death himself wasn't quite ready to share. When the seats were crafted and they were prompted to sit, the horseman took a seat on the chair arm, more leaning against it than anything else. "It's got its own kind of charm," he agreed, folding his arms to keep his hands still. "Although I could provide a dragon if need be, I doubt one's even needed. Xaliphax excels at keeping mortal noses out of our business, but I think I make for a pretty great guard dog in a pinch. I'll even roll over and let you rub my belly if you ask nicely." he directed a wink to the snow goddess.

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

Will nodded calmly, shutting the weapon case and tucking it to the side. His own pyrokinesis hastened the forge's rise to temperature, and before long the Hephaestus camper's second home was alive and warm, the snow nearby burning away from the heat of the flames. Stray embers littered Wilhelm's arms, but he brushed them away without much thought. "What d'you think we oughta make them out of?" He inquired, rummaging through a few containers of metal bits, springs, and scraps for decorative inspiration. Full fledge ingots were hidden away when not in use, but Will directed Kade to where they were stored so he may browse the selection. "Pick yer poison."