Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[indigo']

[➳]Caleb Thomas|18|he/him|Athena|Dining Pavilion|Tags:Chuck

Caleb’s mindless flattery seemed to work quite well on the dryad, who let them go without much of a fuss. Of course it did; it always did. It didn’t matter if she didn’t believe his fib about Chuck being in a play, that was Chuck’s problem, not his. He gave the satyr a sympathetic look as he began to explain his infatuation, a hint of a smile still on his face. He was clearly smitten with the dryad. Caleb opened his mouth to say something but was immediately cut off by Chuck’s frantic waving, clearly catching onto something he’d said.

A grin spread across his face, a look that might have clued anyone else into the legitimacy of his ‘marriage’, but he wasn’t sure that Chuck was going to catch on. “Oh yeah, yeah. Ares fella. He’s a real nice chap. Bit of a punching problem—as I said—but we’ll work that out.” He frowned at the question, a look of false pondering taking over his expression. “You know it hasn’t actually happened yet. We’re planning to elope sometime soon though. Getting hitched in a warehouse or something.” He shrugged, the words coming out casually, partially because he wasn’t serious and partially because he wanted the amusement of Chuck thinking he was.

“Well if we’re not getting an early lunch, d’you have a backup plan? We could go see about those Sprite cans I mentioned,” he offered, deftly changing the subject, moving on from the concept of his very real marriage as though it were nothing—because it wasn’t.

[takara]

✁ | ℜ𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔰𝔬𝔫
| 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: Cabin 13 | tags: Auggie, | mentions:

Reese closed a hand around the guilty shampoo bottle. He made quick work of checking the area, and was glad to find that it had yet to send a lovely soap coating across the floor. I have you, you little- His train of thought was cut off by a now very awake Auggie. He scrambled to get his thoughts together, but what kind of answer was 'I found out something about myself and now I am thinking too much and it is making my head hurt so I lashed out and now you are awake- sorry about that -but do you have time to answer them please?'

Yeah, not a great plan. Auggie said something about shadow powers, but Reese was not in the business of processing information at the moment. Instead, he cleared his throat. "Hmmmpfh..." Graceful. He swallowed. "I was just...admiring the marble flooring." He said with a wince, rubbing his shoulder as he stood up to return the shampoo to his vanity. "And...getting a coat?" It came out more like a question than an answer. Yeah, that's what I was doing at the beginning of this mess.

He reached over and placed the bottle on his dresser, a tad harder than was strictly necessary, before opening his wardrobe to make good on his words. He looked over his options, seeing them, but not visualizing the outfits they would make like he usually did. He squinted at them, reaching out a hand experimentally to run over the fabrics and stimulate his brain to action.

It wasn't any use. He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it into more of a mess, he was certain, before turning back to Auggie. "Hey August," He gulped at the sight of her icy glare, but pressed on. "Can I...ask you something?" He knit his brows together, trying to find the wording that would make this better, more polished, something that could be expected of him.

☘ | 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣 "𝕁𝕖𝕟" ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕
| 16 | She/they | Demeter/Cabin 4 | Location: Dining Pavilion (kitchens) | tags: Dryad npcs, open | mentions:

There was something soothing about making bread. The dough held a consistency that few people could purport to having. Same ingredients, same actions, same product. Jen liked it far better than the humans she'd been dealing with recently, distraught all the same, but crumpling or lashing out without warning. A single sharp word had thrown some poor Hypnos kid into sobs.

Jen kneaded the dough, trying their best to hold off on their own thoughts of the Big House tragedy. Such thoughs would sour a loaf in the best of cases, and make it poisonus in the worst. So Jen moved on to bemused thoughts of her siblings faces, the flurry of chaos her cabin had flown into at the onset of snow, rushing whatever plants they could to the cabins interior greenhouse, and desperately trying to cover the free plants in burlaps to save them from the cold. Maybe they shouldn't find it funny, but Jen had long since given up on fruitless missions. Eric's face when he realized the strawberries were down was horrific- did he really think that throwing twenty pounds of feet sacks on them would be more merciful than putting them to rest? The shook their head, flipping the dough to begin folding it in on itself.

Jen glanced up at someone's approach. Oh, just a dryad. They turned back to their work, pointedly ignoring the nervous flutter of apologies she made for running into them. Jen was, unfortunately, used to this. It came with the territory of having what was essentially a killing touch to plant affliated beings. They offer a nod of acknowledgement, and snatch some rosemary off a dried hanging to add to the bread. 'Now remember, always cook with your heart'. Jen paused, breathing out slowly to calm their nerves. Mom was right, as always. Slow down and deep breaths if you want a calming loaf.. They sigh, roll out their shoulders, and start again, this time deadly focused on the dough before them.

[indigo']

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

Auggie watched with narrowed eyes as Reese fumbled with the shampoo bottle, seeming to struggle with answering a very simple question. Something was clearly bothering him, distracting him from rational thought—though she wasn’t sure he usually had much of that—but she wasn’t about to ask him what was wrong. Gods forbid, he might actually tell her. There were plenty of things that could be stressing him out, everyone at camp had more than enough to send them into a spiral of lunacy, she just wasn’t sure which one had gotten to him in particular, and she wasn’t exactly eager to find out.

Admiring the marble flooring. “Right…” He didn’t sound very sure in his answer, and her calculating stare followed him as he made his way across the room in search of a jacket. She couldn’t say that she understood the way that Reese acted, but she’d been around him enough by now to know when he was acting weirder than usual. She made the easy decision to simply ignore him, reaching across to her nightstand and scooping up the necklace she’d abandoned there earlier, hooking the chain back around her neck. It had been starting to snow when they’d come into Cabin Thirteen not long ago, part of her hoped it had stopped in the time she’d been asleep, but she knew they’d never be so lucky—if anything, it had likely gotten worse. If she went outside to check now she was probably going to get berated by some nosy Apollo child for being up, but that was nothing a harsh glare and a threat couldn’t fix.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by Reese turning away from his selection of old man outfits, addressing her nervously. That wasn’t too out of the ordinary, but there was definitely something more to his strange behaviour than the usual intimidation. She raised an eyebrow, not saying anything as she waited for whatever it was he had to say. He wanted to ask her something? She felt an involuntary spike of panic at his question, one she wasn’t sure was actually necessary just yet. He didn’t have the nerve to ask anything she wasn’t going to want to answer...right? “Okay…” she said slowly, eyeing him sceptically, a warning in her gaze that he should be careful with how he proceeded.

[Galeslash7]

Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: Walking towards the Big House, Tags: Aggy, Mentions: None

Skylar, lost in her thoughts didn't notice as Aggy started getting closer and closer to her and Void. She stared off until she saw something move up besides her, then quickly pass. Skylar looked up in time to see Aggy and Spicy swiftly run past them. Aggy called a challenge back to Skylar and the older girl smiled. "Oh yeah? Not for long!" She dug her knees into Void's side and shouted an encouragement to Void. Void responded quickly and they raced after the other two. They ran for a little bit, both Pegasi going faster than any normal horse could. She hadn't run like this for so long, she felt like she wasn't in control, yet also was. They were going so fast, yet it didn't feel like shadow travel. This wasn't sickening, it was thrilling. Once she got back, she would have to do this more often! Soon, Skylar could spot the ruins. "Come on!" She encouraged Void, while the Pegasus let out a snort. Aggy and Skylar were about side by side as they came up on the ruins.

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabins Area|Tags: Hank, Jack|

"M-My birthday..? How did you -" She cut herself off, discomfort warring in her eyes. How did he figure it out? In all her years at camp, she hadn’t told anyone. Anyone except... Chiron, Chuck, and... Crap. Jewel must've blabbed. Mr. D knew as well, but he'd probably forgotten by this point. It wasn't something she liked to celebrate. A bitter reminder of the person I should be spending it with. Her father's face swam up in her mind's eye. She blinked, and it was gone, leaving nothing but a lingering sense of guilt and emptiness.
The thought occurred to her that most of her friends probably had no idea that she'd just turned seventeen. It feels like forever ago. But it had only been two days. Two days since Chiron had met her after dinner at the Big House with the usual cupcake; two days since she had blown out the singular candle. Two days, and everything has changed. Great. Now that Taylor Swift song was stuck in her head.
Her face betrayed little of her inner turmoil, though her eyes had shifted from a grey-blue to a blue-grey. Almost imperceptible to those who didn't know her well. Birthday or no, Jack was offering an expertly handcrafted gift. Her heart welled up with warmth; a warmth that spread to the smile that tugged at her lips.
"Oh Jack, they’re beautiful! The stitching is immaculate, and the pattern is gorgeous! And they go with practically everything I own..." Heat rushed to her face as the realisation hit her that she was babbling. "I - what I mean to say is - thank you."
Upon closer inspection, her discerning gaze noticed that the items were free of cat hair. Merci, les dieux. At least that ruled out the possibility of further embarrassment. The last thing she wanted was to be sneezing all over the place, especially before heading out on a dangerous quest. That must've taken some extra time and effort. She shot Jack a grateful look as she replaced her hat, scarf, and gloves with the ones he had made for her. The tiny red hearts matched her wine-coloured sweater almost perfectly. She slung her backpack off her shoulders momentarily to slip the other clothing articles inside.
"As much as I’d love to stay and chat longer, I should - I should probably be on my way." Her long list of goodbyes to make wasn't going anywhere. At this rate, she had time for one or two more at best. And I need to fix my lipstick before I do anything else. "Thank you again for the gifts." She paused, grasping blindly for the right words to say. "Take care. Both of you. I'll - I'll miss you fondly."
Izzy's wagging tail thumped against her leg, drawing her attention back to the pointer. She couldn't help but smile as she stroked Izzy's soft ears again. "I'll miss you too, of course. Take care of Hank, okay?" She gave the dog one last pat before straightening up once more. "I guess this is goodbye, then. Until we meet again."


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

"So plan B it is?" Juliet smirked. "Cool. Less risky, anyways. So... who we gonna rope into our scheme this time?" She didn't wait for an answer before continuing, chatting on animatedly. "I think I saw Sandman staying for the quest meeting... too bad, he would've loved helping us out. That leaves 'Lilah and the Sloth. Oh wait - shoot. I forgot. The Sloth's dead." She said the word so casually, as if it hadn't just punched her in the gut. Juliet and Dara hadn't been close by any means, but she had pranked him a few times and enlisted his aid over the course of her time at camp. It was... weird that he was gone. From what she'd heard, the dude had been coming to camp for around ten years. To think that it was all over, in that one horrible moment... Oy gevalt. At least he had probably been asleep when it had happened. "So... 'Lilah, or do we grab a rando?"


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

"Like, radical, man!" Chuck's face broke into a goofy grin. "I'm happy for ya, dude. Love is like, a rare bloom in these times, you know?" The thought of Caleb with an Ares guy was a weird one, for sure. But Chuck had seen much stranger things in his lifetime.
"Don't tell Mira you're just gonna elope, she'll totally go all wedding planner on you." His smile faltered as he remembered that she was leaving. For just a brief moment, he'd forgotten. He'd forgotten about the quest, about the snow, about all the terrible things that had happened over the past day. Guilt settled in his stomach at that somber realisation.
Caleb was talking again, distracting him from his dreary thoughts. "Oh - uh... a backup?" The satyr scratched the back of his neck. "Not really, man. But like, Sprite cans sound good. Would totally hit the spot, you know?"


|⊙|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."

|Venti|Khione|Location: Toronto|Tags: The Shadow|

The venti exchanged startled glances. If they had more defined facial features, they would've looked utterly dumbfounded. One of them shrugged, as much as a sentient bag of wind could shrug. The other ventus simply stared back at its companion. The look on its misty face said 'is this guy really a primordial being, or are we being punked?' The two turned back to this shadowy being, vexation written across their swirling visages.
"Uh... whatcoin?"
The ventus who had spoken was quickly elbowed by the one who had not yet broken the silence.
"What are you doing?" it hissed under its icy breath.
"Playing along! Kh- our boss said to gather information, right? Well, we can do that if we play along!"
"Fine! Fine." The second ventus straightened itself, forcing its eyes to stare directly at the mass of shadows. "Uh - sir - ma'am - whomever - we need a name for the order?"

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Laurel tags skylar and aggy

Laurel looks up and says “hey sky and aggy” she waves and bolt nudges her hand

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧
[✦] | 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."

repost for sunhorses :>

[takara]

☂ | 𝙾𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
| 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Arena--> Cabins? Idk how tours work so... | tags: Aydan, Celeste | mentions:

Ophelia laughed at Aydan's antics, but slowed down for him. She smirked as he pulled up his glasses. "Nerd." She said, by way of explanation, as they continued into the outside world.

'I think I see her!' Aydan sounded genuinely excited, so she let him guide her the rest of the way to the brunette.The first thing she noticed was the smoke, fighting with the air for the attention of her lungs. Some things really didn't age well. She mused, using her free hand to stifle a cough as she tried to be dignified about puffing out the smoky air.

The second thing she noticed was the book, clutched in Celeste's arms as if were an ugly baby handed to her by a cooing parent. She glanced at it, curious as to what the women would consider worthy reading, but found the titled side of the cover turned away. Patience. She halted her prying and looked up at Celeste, not a fan of the heaviness surrounding her. Ophelia couldn't quite make out the feeling, so it was probably not something directly related to her gods-given powers of love sensing. That didn't stop it from bothering her. She didn't know Celeste, yet, but a threat to her sister was a threat to her.

Busy, seriously? She sounds like every other one of my siblings. Ophelia barely held back an eye roll at the comment. "And you weren't?" She asked, her gaze steady, despite the faint blush that crossed her features. Aydan's certainly not helping. Stop looking so guilty, dammit! She offered a slight squeeze to Aydan's hand at the 'better' comment, knowing that one conversation wouldn't get him all the way out of the woods. Then she loosened her hold, but didn't let go fully, allowing her fingers to graze Aydan's.

She held her free hand out to Celeste, eyes twinkling. "Care to make it a chain while we explore?" She asked with a soft smile. Say yes! Say yes! Say yes! She repeated her wish in her head, in sync with the pounding of her heart. She tried to keep the hopefulness off her face.

Ophelia let herself beam for just a moment before toning it back it into a gentle smile as Celeste took her hand. She accepted! Ophelia refused to let herself overthink this, to run over it in her mind and dissect the happiness from it. She almost missed Celeste's query. She bumped a shoulder up in a half shrug, considering how much to hold back. If you think this much, you'll tip her off too much to hold back anything. Her smile faded, but she clung to the edges of it, the comfort of a captain holding to the wheel of a sinking ship. "No winner. We have bigger problems than each other." It was one thing to admit, but another to talk about.

She moved on. "Just past the armoury is the stables; both pegasi and horses there, should you need a mount. And to our right," She jerked her head in that direction. "Is the woods. Full of monsters. Not for nature hikes." She turned to her left, leading the party toward the iced over fields, should they be following. She slowed, scanning over them before entering. "Strawberry fields. Camp sells them to maintain funding. Have a sample, if you want. They should be preserved." Unless they're not? Ophelia wasn't sure how plants worked, and given the state of camp, this was not the time to go asking a Demeter kid.

✁ | ℜ𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔰𝔬𝔫
| 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: Cabin 13 | tags: Auggie/open | mentions:

Reese ran a hand through his hair, shifting his weight as he waited on a response. She agreed! Now what? He ran a hand through his hair, desperately trying to smooth it into something presentable. Maybe it was just a trick of the light? Caleb looking pretty in the chaos of the moment? Fat chance, you nearly pulled a Romeo on this one!

His eyes fell from her gaze to his feet. "So I have a friend..." He trailed off. Was 'friend' the right word? Not likely. Dammit, does it have to be this ridiculous? Reese shook his head slightly. "No. That might not be right. This will sound odd, but if you laugh I swear to God you will live to regret it." His words were jesting, but his tone was dead serious. His shoulders held stiff, then breathed out in a rush "How-do-I-know-if-I-am-sweet-on-someone-or-they're-just-a-friend?" He paused to take in a breath. "Is there a test?" *God, that would be helpful!* He eyed Auggie pleadingly.

He rocked on his feet a little, then caught himself and snapped to attention. He set his feet- 'shoulder width apart' -raised his chin, absently tugging at his shirt with two fingers to straighten it.

☄ | 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓴𝓪 "𝓐𝓰𝓰𝔂" 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷
| 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Big House Ruins | tags: Skylar, Laurel | mentions:

Aggy laughed at the threat, throwing herself forward on Spicy to maintain something of a lead. Well, she tried to, but Skylar's actual riding experience had her catching up with Aggy with ease. She squeezed her legs harder, but Spicy seemed to have a mind of her own The mare snorted at Void. "Come on!" Aggy hissed at her mount, ignorant to the way her precarious posistion did nothing to help the pegasus.

Suddenly, they were at the ruins, and Aggy lost her train of thought. She loosened her legs and tugged back on the reins, causing the roan to slow to a high stepping walk, plunging her hooves into the snow with more care than she had when they were at a faster pace. tops Spicy, a little abruptly. Aggy could only gape at the bones of the house, now blanketed by snow. Seventeen.

Someone shouted their names, and she blinked at some kid from last night. She glared at the girl, straddled by not one, but two pegasi. Aggy couldn't recall exactly when she'd seen the girl, but vaguely remembered her face. Barely.

She returned to eyeing the rubble. Spicy had drawn to a halt, apparently noticing the lack of command from her rider. Snow might have softened the scene, but the jagged remains still reeked of tragedy. In another life, the discovery of such a place would be ethereal, magical even. The foundation of an ancient civilization, its history long divorced from the weathered brick. But here, the walls were still coated in it. Aggy thumbed over the reins, held loosely in her hands.

➹ | 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤" 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
| 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Cabin circle | tags: Jack, Mira, [Izzy]

"You're cool," Hank told Mira at her apologetic question. Honestly, I think that dog is brighter than me sometimes. She'd let me know if something was up. What happened next was a blur of activity, Jack rushing off to grab something and Mira standing with her pegasus, looking like figures in a snowglobe. He offered a hand to Izzy, but she was well wrapped up with one of her favorite people. Of course, anyone but me is sooo fascinating. He mused sourly. Still, he hadn't missed the flush run over Mira's cheeks at her baby talk, and it made him feel a bit better about his situation. He decided to remedy it.

As Jack approached, he bent down to pet his dog, taking on a generously high pitch. "Who's the goodest girl! Is it you?" He crooned, rubbing her shoulders. Izzy eyed him curiously, reaching a wet nose up to check on his face. He pulled away, not eager to get licked in the freezing weather.

Standing up, he watched Jack give Mira a set of...knit...things, trying not to let the jealous eat at him about how neat and well-thought out and good the other boys gift looked. He didn't miss out on the 'birthday' that Jack mentioned, but something about the fact that he'd never managed to learn when it was made Hank think, perhaps, Mira didn't want people to know when it was. It fit with your standard demigod trauma, as awful as it sounded. Had he not already told everyone about his birthday his first year, he too may have hidden the information, keeping the day locked onto memories of birthdays past at home. Home. What an odd concept.

"Until we meet again," Hank repeated with a nod. It sounded hopeful, almost. Like her return was guranteed. A nice sentiment. Even if it didn't turn out to be true.

☘ | 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣 "𝕁𝕖𝕟" ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕
| 16 | She/they | Demeter/Cabin 4 | Location: Dining Pavilion (kitchens) | tags: Dryad npcs, open | mentions:

There was something soothing about making bread. The dough held a consistency that few people could purport to having. Same ingredients, same actions, same product. Jen liked it far better than the humans she'd been dealing with recently, distraught all the same, but crumpling or lashing out without warning. A single sharp word had thrown some poor Hypnos kid into sobs.

Jen kneaded the dough, trying their best to hold off on their own thoughts of the Big House tragedy. Such thoughs would sour a loaf in the best of cases, and make it poisonus in the worst. So Jen moved on to bemused thoughts of her siblings faces, the flurry of chaos her cabin had flown into at the onset of snow, rushing whatever plants they could to the cabins interior greenhouse, and desperately trying to cover the free plants in burlaps to save them from the cold. Maybe they shouldn't find it funny, but Jen had long since given up on fruitless missions. Eric's face when he realized the strawberries were down was horrific- did he really think that throwing twenty pounds of feet sacks on them would be more merciful than putting them to rest? The shook their head, flipping the dough to begin folding it in on itself.

Jen glanced up at someone's approach. Oh, just a dryad. They turned back to their work, pointedly ignoring the nervous flutter of apologies she made for running into them. Jen was, unfortunately, used to this. It came with the territory of having what was essentially a killing touch to plant affliated beings. They offer a nod of acknowledgement, and snatch some rosemary off a dried hanging to add to the bread. 'Now remember, always cook with your heart'. Jen paused, breathing out slowly to calm their nerves. Mom was right, as always. Slow down and deep breaths if you want a calming loaf.. They sigh, roll out their shoulders, and start again, this time deadly focused on the dough before them.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

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


"Oh don’t worry about that. I may be cocky or snarky or whatever people want to call it, but I understand fighting, and I never try to underestimate my opponents, and why should I now, when the person I'm sparring against is the child of another war god?" Hunter pointed out. "Now, weapons, or hand-to-hand?"

Cresolis tags hunter

Cres smiles and says “hand to hand”

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

✼ 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 — 𝐒 𝐇 𝐀 𝐃 𝐎 𝐖 “𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢”
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❨ it/they ❩ ❨ Immortal ❩ ❨ Primordial Being ❩ ❨ tags/mentions: venti bois ❩



June_25_Toronto_14:35 EST

Were these two completely new to the job? Why did they need to discuss things for so long? The coffee was bound to be cold by now. “Name... uh,” he paused for a minute. Ah. “Fidel Castro” came the nonchalant disembodied voice from the swirling mass of shadows. “And here’s my dogecoin card.” he said, and a bright orange and yellow card floated out of the smoke. He was getting a bit impatient, and quite wanted to kill somebody. “I’m getting a bit impatient, and I quite want to kill somebody,” he said to no one’s surprise. A prominent wave of terror swept over every being within half a kilometer’s radius until a series of quiet ‘thuds’ were heard from outside the alleyway. The tip of one woman’s hair and an arm was visible, scarlet blood pooling around quickly. “Oh, I meant somebodies. At least 30 somebodies? Wheeeeee” Then, satisfied for the moment, he morphed into a giant spider woven of shadows and bobbed from side to side slowly, waiting for his coffee.