Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[senna_]

━ kenna tate • poseidon • tags: hank

Kenna's eyes settled back on the little weapon in Hank's hand, pressing her lips together and shaking her head ever-so-slightly as the blade cut open a thin line on the palm of his hand. She sighed and halted momentarily as he shook out his wrist, wishing to avoid any potential blood splots across her outfit. Once she was sure he was done, or the path was at least clear, she stepped forward once more, taking his hand in her own.

"Henry Walker, you are an absolute disaster," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, gently dragging her pinky finger across the wound, which was nearly done bleeding, or so it seemed. "You're lucky that cut isn't deep. You'll be alright." She let her eyes linger on the injured skin for another second, almost to assure herself that it really was okay, then stepped back to give him his space. Clearly he had something at least half amusing on his mind, given the light-hearted grin that played across his lips. Kenna barely returned the smile, much more focused on getting to his head. The nearly-blond's smile died off a second later, and it wasn't until he made a comment that Kenna really realized the change in temperature.

Her arms automatically crossed at her chest, attempting to warm herself up, before remembering she had a jean jacket tied around her waist. She slipped it on just as Hank started lightly accusing her. Her lips parted ever-so-slightly and she stared at him like he had grown another head.

"I beg your pardon?" she returned, though her tone wasn't angry. "I can't control snow, you know that as well as anyone else." She watched as he raised his hands towards the sky. Kenna wasn't exactly sure what his list of powers was and therefore wasn't sure he had the ability to help the current situation, but she supposed it was worth a shot. Worry had begun to cloud over her gaze, though. "Do you think one of the Gods or Goddesses is mad at us? Sure we've gotten some strange weather, but never snow in the middle of summer."

[senna_]

━ samuel malfrid • nemesis • tags: hunter
A small yawn was threatening to slip through Samuel's dry lips, and as annoying as it felt, he pressed them together and created a barrier so the yawn could not escape. Though Samuel was well-aware of the lack of care he sometimes carried around, he could sense Hunter was struggling. Deciding to act as though Hunter was not two years older and instead a younger child, Samuel forced his manners upward. It was surprisingly easier than he had originally suspected.

He wasn't sure how much longer the two stayed silent. It had to be for a decently significant amount, for when Hunter's voice rang out into the air, it did take Samuel by surprise, even though that was only for a split second or two. His dark eyes connected with Hunter's, almost challengingly, yet, at the same time, blandly.

"Are you bothering me?" he returned, raising a brow. "I guess that's more of a you question than a me." His explanation was a quick follow-up, earning yet another, "Ah" from Samuel. "I s'pose I'm not nearly as exciting as you thought, hm?" Before he had a chance to say anything further, the temperature seemed to drop a good few degrees and the sky darkened, even if just slightly. A frown clouded over Samuel's features, and he tilted his head upward. Shock surpassed his other emotions as a white flake drifted past his gaze, settling peacefully on his thumb before melting away. Puzzled, Sam turned towards Hunter. "What kind of game are you playing here?"

━ pippa diggery • aphrodite • tags: kade
Even though her newly-appointed camp leader hadn't said a word since they decided to set off towards the cabins, Pippa didn't feel the silence was awkward, nor did she even feel it was as quiet as it really was. Her mind was too distracted to focus strictly on the interaction between her own person and Kade, so every little bit of wind that swept by or occasional laughter in the distance added itself right into the interacting bubble, making things even more eventful in the most uneventful way possible. Right now, it seemed as though her mind had split into multiple pieces, and every piece was slowly branching off into a new part of the camp, despite the fact that Pippa really didn't know anywhere else.

As much as Pippa appreciated the nature, she did have to mentally curse every time a long piece of grass would cheekily entwine with its neighbour, setting up a thin but deadly trap for her ankles. Thankfully, she got through without faceplanting, but did trip a few times. It really didn't seem like anyone cut the grass here, did it?

Her moodiness vanished the moment Kade's voice brought her back in. Her gaze drifted upward, taking in the sight of the small but beautiful cabin. It was so charming! The walls were seashell blue, with pretty pink flowy curtains and large, practically glowing windows. Potted plants were scattered around the deck, and two pottery-like swans welcomed their visitors with an elegance Pippa imagined Aphrodite carried with her.

"It's so charming!" she gushed, clasping her hands together in excitement. She was just about to take a step forward when an unusually sharp gust of wind raced past her, nearly knocking her right over. It seemed as though that breeze had sucked away the warm air, for a second later, goosebumps appeared all over Pippa's body. Pouting her lips into a slight frown, she set her bags on the ground, then turned to Kade. "Does the temperature often change as drastically as it just did? Do you guys have lakes around here or something? That was weird."

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Big House |Tags: Ben --> Skylar, Senior Counsel|

Mirabelle's stomach churned at the thought of a quest. She'd been on quite a few in the past - nothing quite as major as this, mind you, but still - and she wasn't necessarily thrilled at the prospect of going on another one. Still, if her dreams were any indication... it seemed as if she were one of the unlucky demigods fated to journey out into the world. It would make sense, as well - Chiron's mention of a daughter of Khione had loosened a memory she'd rather have stayed buried. Her thoughts bounced back to the quest itself, none too eager to linger on the dismal affair.
Though some of the newer campers might've been excited over the idea of venturing forth to prove their mettle, Mirabelle knew the true dangers of questing. She'd seen numerous demigods die in a variety of ways firsthand. By the sound of that prophecy, this might be one of those quests where not everyone comes back alive... if they come back at all. A chill swept over her willowy frame at that thought. Giving her head a slight shake to clear it of such dark notions, Mirabelle focused her attention back on the conversation at hand. Glancing around, she instantly noticed that Ben had slipped out not long after he'd described his encounter with the snowy monsters in the forest.
"...ask around about prophetic dreams," Chiron had been saying. "Seeing as this prophecy was oddly nonspecific, it seems like the best route to take."
One of the other counselors mentioned something about Capture the Flag, to which Chiron looked thoughtful. "We will continue with Capture the Flag as scheduled, for now," he stated slowly. "If the weather becomes more hazardous... we may have to postpone." This was met with a decent amount of disappointed groaning from the gathered demigods. "As of now, I will make sure the medical tent is fully stocked and serving hot cocoa." He paused, shooting a glance at Mr. D, who still looked rather peeved about the whole situation. "If that's all... I suppose we should adjourn. Tell anyone who is lacking warm clothing to come to the Big House - we have collected various items over the years in a lost-and-found of sorts. I'm certain there should be at least a few garments of winter gear inside."
As most of the other counselors trickled out to perform their duties, Mirabelle lingered behind.
"What do you want, Miranda?" Mr. D snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I was just -" she was instantly cut off by the wine god's snark.
"Oh, right, I forgot - I don’t care." He turned on his heel and disappeared, leaving a puff of grape-smelling air behind him.
Mirabelle turned to Chiron, raising an eyebrow. "Who spat in his diet coke?"
"The snow interrupted a fantastic game of pinochle," the centaur explained almost wistfully. "Now, what is it you wish to speak about?"
Mirabelle worried the inside of her cheek, dropping her gaze to the floor. "It's just - I've been having dreams - about cold weather," she admitted.
Chiron furrowed his brow in mild concern. "Go on."
"I don't necessarily remember most of them - they were kind of fragmented," she confessed. "But there was a mountain in one - it seemed like the source of the storm. I thought that might be important... I recognised it in my dream, but awake..." She shifted uncomfortably, tugging on the sleeves of her sweater. "I'm not especially keen on attending another quest, but... if my dreams are any indication..." She trailed off, allowing him to put the pieces together on his own.
"If you are indeed going to go, then there is one thing I beseech of you." The centaur glanced down to meet Mirabelle's gaze. The daughter of Aphrodite nodded, inviting him to continue. "If I am correct in thinking that the person behind this used to be part of Camp Half-Blood, please try to reason with her before you do anything rash."
Mirabelle nodded again, this time much more vigorously. "I won't let you down." With that, she said her goodbyes and ventured out into the cold, crisp air.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin 11|Tags: Open |

As Juliet entered the Hermes cabin, she noticed that someone had removed the airhorn from behind the door. Probably one of the counselors, she thought sourly. Disregarding the foiled prank, the dirty blonde went in search of her winter clothes. Juliet's efforts were well-rewarded - she found a pair of army green knit fingerless gloves, some warm socks, and her hooded brown aviator jacket. The latter proved a bit difficult to get to; Romeo had been sleeping in the soft lining. Somehow, he’d managed to escape his enclosure. This wasn’t the first time. The ferret almost seemed to glare at her when she picked him up and placed him safely in his cage. He immediately leapt into his hammock bed and curled up, emitting a disgruntled huff. Juliet snorted in amusement as she watched her furry friend, then returned her attention to her wardrobe. She pulled on her rediscovered winter gear and headed out to brave the storm. She was supposed to have volleyball after lunch, but she wasn't entirely sure that the sport would still be occurring, due to the sudden weather changes. Besides that, she'd finished rather early. And everyone being at lunch or in meetings makes for some great pranking potential... low risk, high reward. Now, to find a suitable victim...


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Open|

Chuck shook some snowflakes off of his caramel-coloured locks as he continued eating. His arms were starting to get quite cold in his short-sleeved Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. Like, I should totally go to the Big House soon and see if I can scrounge up a coat or somethin', he reckoned. And maybe like, figure out what all this is about. The worst part, he noticed, was that the snow was sticking. The ground was steadily being coated in white, to Chuck's abhorrence.

[takara]

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson|Female|Unknown (Ares)|Location:Dining Pavilion|tags: Jamie

Aggy was satiated when he flashed her a grin, but her mood quickly shifted when she realized he didn't have what she needed. Although he didn't have a very commanding presense, he did have a wicked scar which, in Aggy's eyes, meant he had to be a solid fighter.
She idled her finger over the redmark on her own cheek while she waited on his clarification, but almost visibly deflated when he mentioned yet another god. How many are there? She wondered, but kept the question to herself. More important ones first.
"Right, so, uh..." She shuffled her feet, very aware of how this question would make her look to the established camper. "Which ones are Ares' kids?" She asked, well aware it would cost her image in Jamie's eyes.

Henry "Hank" Walker|Male|Apollo|Location: Strawberry Fields |tags: Kenna

For his part, Hank was completely unconcerned about the nick which, with his powers, would heal up pretty quick.

"Yes, and?" He said in response to her first question, head still up in the clouds. It wasn't until she mentioned not controlling snow that his brow furrowed, and he stopped trying to show off his glowing hands to look at her, really look at her.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes when he responded. "You're... you can't do snow? Isn't it just water but cold?" He asked, hoping, for once, that she was just playing with him, because if not...

He scratched his neck, far from eager to answer her question. His voice was rigid when he spoke, as he tried to hold back the memories that had long plagued him. "There's a goddess, Khione, she has ice and snow powers" and so does her daughter "... but she's not super relevant." He added. "She," He halted, not wanting to drag Kenna more into it than he had to.
"How many years have you been at camp?" He asked, looking at her again. The years blended together after a while. Maybe I don't have to explain all of it, he hoped, aware that the fact she didn't know about Khione probably meant Kenna hadn't been there for it.

[indigo']

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|tags:Aggy
Jamie barely noticed her disappointment at his response, he was too distracted by her hand touching the scar on her cheek, reminding him of the scar stretched across his own face and making him feel slightly self conscious. Based off their very brief interaction, Jamie assumed this girl was into fighting. Her scar was probably some kind of battle wound. He silently hoped she wouldn’t say anything about his own embarrassing mark.
He barely batted an eye at her follow up question, though he wondered why she seemed so nervous to ask it. He hadn’t seen Aggy around much and due to the lack of beads around her neck, he had already concluded she was a new camper. Besides, there were so many kids at camp and so many gods and goddesses, he could hardly blame anyone for not being able to keep track of them all.
“That’s them over there,” he said, pointing towards the Ares table. “I’d be careful though. They can be a little...aggressive.” He warned, not wanting to send Aggy into a fight, then he raised an eyebrow at the girl, glancing at her knife again. “Although you don’t seem like you’d have any problems putting them in their place.” He smiled again, hoping she’d take that as a compliment and decide not to slice him open later if they were on different teams for capture the flag.

[sunhorsestar]

OOC: Sorry for short post! Trying to write while singing in chorus 😅

IC:


Kade Turner | Athena | Tagging: Pippa | Location: Camp


"This IS a nice little place. A lot about camp is pretty remarkable," Kade noted with the first flicker of a smile. He turned to face Pippa again properly, but truthfully, he hadn’t noticed the change in temperature until she’d mentioned it, at which point he shivered with a frown.

"Weird...no... usually it’s all sunny. The weather doesn’t change unless Mr. D. wills it to," He admitted. The sudden shift certainly was odd.


Hunter Mayhem | Ares | Tagging: Samuel | Location: Camp


"That’s not at ALL what I meant," Hunter insisted, crossing his arms lightly over his chest and shifting his weight to his back leg, fixing his dark brown eyes on Samuel again. "You just seem a bit...subdued or something of the sort. Forgive my insecurities regarding that."

The blond reached up and swept an escaped strand of hair from his eye. "What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not playing any games," he insisted.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|tags:open
Auggie finished drinking a cup of black coffee and sat on the ground near the edge of the dining pavilion, not wanting to be near the other campers for longer than she had to. She began picking under her chipped, black nails with on of her celestial bronze knives. Her eyes flicked up from what she was doing momentarily, scanning the camp and the people nearby. She was constantly aware of her surroundings, though she didn’t appear to be paying that much attention with her chill, laid back posture.
A snowflake landed on her face and she reached up to wipe the wetness away, groaning when she saw the streak of black eyeliner on her finger and realized she must now have black smudged underneath her eye. Dressed in just a t-shirt and a denim jacket, the cold bothered her more than she’d let on, but it’s not like she’d have anyone to complain to if she did want to.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Valkeri "Val" Stone|| apollo|| female|| tags: karter

Val walks over to karter and stands beside hime and says "pretty hu?" she looks at him. her blonde bob swaying in the wind.

[takara]

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson|Female|Unknown (Ares)|Location:Dining Pavilion--->plotting revenge??|tags: Jamie (leaving)

Ah, it must've hurt. Aggy thought, watching the curly-haired boy follow her hand to her scar with his eyes. She nodded and turned to go, beaming at the praise, but not leaving without getting in the last remark. "Your scar looks cool, you should be proud of it!" She called over her shoulder as she marched toward the table indicated.

Then she turned to face forward and focused on the task at hand: to find the weakest link. She eyed them, and frowned when none stood out to her immediately. That's odd. She paused to ponder them, taking in their bold weapons and guarded nature, as if always on lookout for a fight. Had Jamie tricked her? She couldn't turn back now. She gritted her teeth and strode forward, pulling out her blade as she did so.
"Do any of you have a whetstone?" She asked, placing the blade on the table with a flourish, but keeping a steady hand on it.
They eyed her, and she suddenly knew. That Jamie boy tricked me, he'll pay for this.
"I'll take that as a no." She said, voice flourescent bright as she shoved the cutlass back into her pocket, successfully widening the hole, before storming off into the snow to plot her revenge.

This was cut short however, as she nearly tripped over someone sitting at the edge of the pavilion. "Hey!" She hissed, before taking a closer look. Smudged mascara covered the girl's eyes, with a glorious scar across her eyebrow and knives in hand, Aggy was practically drooling over the girl, who was definitely her type of person.
"Do you happen to have something for sharpening those?" Aggy asked in a much gentler tone than her first "greeting", fully prepared for a let-down this time.

[sunhorsestar]

Karter Zael | Hades | Tagging: Valkeri | Location: Camp, Half-Blood Hill


Karter whirled around at the sound of a new voice. He vaguely recognized the face of the girl, but couldn’t quite get a name. "I... uh... yeah. Um..." trying to remember her name, he stalled for time, but came up blank. "Sorry, your name's totally slipped my mind."