Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Sat Mar 13, 2021 4:44 pm

[➳]Caleb Thomas|18|he/him|Athena|Cabin 6/Outside|Tags:Chuck

Caleb cracked a smile at the joke, but shook his head in disagreement. “Maybe, but given the way some of those kids acted I’d say there’s a good chance he was one hundred percent human and just a bit thick.” He shuddered at the memory before quickly changing the subject, not wanting to think about ingesting things that weren’t meant to be ingested anymore.

He nodded solemnly as the conversation turned to goodbyes and the impending quest. If he was being honest with himself, Caleb wasn’t sure he had any right to say goodbye to any of the people going on the quests. It felt as if wishing them luck, giving them a hug and acting as if this were just a normal thing would only make what he was doing even more of a betrayal, like flashing someone a friendly smile as you stabbed them in the back. But he wasn’t going to avoid them because of a guilty conscience, that would only make everything feel a lot worse than it already did.

Caleb nodded when Chuck got to his feet and said something about hitting the showers. “Right, I’d almost forgotten about that,” he muttered in regards to lunch. Their quest to sneak some food prematurely had been more of a quick distraction for him than anything, one that was short-lived before he moved on to the next thing. But clearly the satyr hadn’t stopped thinking about food, not that that was at all surprising. He grinned as the door was held open for him, offering a polite nod as he stepped through. “Thanks, lad.”

He frowned as his feet broke through the crisp layer of snow covering the ground, glancing up at the clouded sky with a displeased expression and already missing the warmth of the cabin interior. “You know I’m getting bloody sick of this. These guys better hurry up and bring back summer or I may be forced to take drastic action. Resort to wearing a hat just to keep warm.” He gave an over dramatic shudder, only half joking. “Having to cover up my hair, can you imagine? Don’t even want to think about it.”

He’d been trying to convince himself that everything would be worth it in the end, but the weather—amongst other things—was definitely making that difficult. Maybe he could ask Khione to make him immune to the snow, have his own little circle of summer around him. He decided against it, given that it might raise some suspicion around camp, and that the snow goddess might turn him into a new ornament for her throne room just for asking.

My gallery · by **takara** » Sun Mar 14, 2021 4:17 am

Jen gingerly backed away from the door, ready to bolt but, for the moment, holding onto their dignity. Once safely removed from the step, she turned to glare at the snowscape before her. Now what? She considered, watching a snowflake land on their nose to melt. The summer activities Jen had planned and packed for weren't on the table, and she'd used up her current yeast stock. They shifted from foot to foot, aware that it looked childish, but in need of the heat. They were lucky they had fashionable siblings, otherwise aquiring a coat would've been a much different task. Jen's mind wandered back to the freckled year-rounder who had given her the coat. She's nice, I should learn her name. Eh, it probably wouldn't matter.

Scanning around her, Jen noted that quite a few campers were out and about, with even a few pegasi thrown into the mix. Such drama, the seeds of rumours to be flying around. Jen licked their lips, but otherwise kept their face flat. Maybe I do have a reason to be out here. She searched for a target, and when she found an unoccupied girl hanging by the Hades cabin, she locked her sights on the kid (awful style and all, but some sacrifices must be made for the greater good). She shuffled through the snow cautiously, glancing about nervously for good measure. When they reached her, they allowed their eyes to widen like a frightened deer.

"Excuse me," She called to catch the Hades girl's attention, then shallowed and dropped her voice. "I," Wanted to know the best way to skin a cat."I wanted to commend you for taking on that Leo, it was about time someone showed him some manners." Jen finished in a hoarse whisper. Was that something people did? Or should they have told the girl they were so worried about her? People did that, right? But this one looked like she would clam up at any words Jen threw at her, so it was just as well.

**edited, because I lied,

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Sun Mar 14, 2021 9:08 am

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|outside Cabin Thirteen|tags: Jen (mentions: Mira)

Auggie stepped out into the snow with a huff of breath that clouded the air in front of her face. She was starting to get used to the temperature, even if she wasn’t dressed entirely appropriately for it. At least she knew what to expect by now. It was the whole concept of snow in June that irritated her, as if whoever was causing it was simply doing it to mock them, add insult to injury. She shoved her hands into her pockets with a scowl, silently wondering what the point of ice powers was if it didn’t make you immune to the cold.

She’d only been outside for a second when she caught the gaze of the Aphrodite head counsellor nearby, the moment of eye contact seeming to stretch out between them before Mira broke it with a smile and a wave. Auggie responded with a small nod, a tight-lipped expression that might’ve been an attempt at a smile but looked more like a grimace on her face. She wasn’t going to be going around making tearful goodbyes to any of the questers, but she respected the other enough to at least acknowledge her, wishing her well without actually having to say anything.

She didn’t immediately turn her head at the sound of the voice, assuming it wasn’t speaking to her and that if it was, the source of it would change their mind and go away. Apparently it didn’t work, because the camper approached her anyways. Auggie turned a cold look on Jen, narrowing her eyes at the hesitant start to whatever she was saying. Commend me? Who actually said ‘commend’, and why were they saying it to her now? She gritted her teeth, not sure how to accept what seemed to be some sort of praise, though for what reason she couldn’t discern. She didn’t think she’d done a good thing by beating up the son of Ares—even if most of those kids did deserve it—she’d just been trying to stop what was happening beforehand.

“Uh...yeah…” she muttered, unsure of how to respond. “I wasn’t trying to—“ She bit her tongue, deciding not to bother. She didn’t need to explain herself to anyone, and certainly not to the nosey child of Demeter who really had no right inserting herself in other people’s business. Even if it was to ‘commend’ her. She stepped down from the steps of the Hades cabin, harsh gaze still fixed on Jen. “Did you need something? Or does everyone around here just like to gossip about the Ares cabin?” The words were accompanied by an uninterested expression, eyes narrowed slightly, making it clear she didn’t really care what the answer was. She didn’t have the energy to deal with people at the best of times, and her half hour of sleep hadn’t done much to help matters.

My gallery · by **Kveykva** » Sun Mar 14, 2021 11:16 am

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"Hey." Aiden said with an accusatory tone. "If either of us is the court jester, it'd be you. Couldn't imagine how this place would fall apart with King Hank running things." He shook his head and laughed, hands on his hips. "You'd drive everyone mad before Mr. D could even get a say in it. And if I'm leaving we can't be having that." Out of the corner of his eye, Aiden spotted Mirabelle. Normally, he would have waved, but a glance between her in the distance and Hank reminded him of more pressing issues. Shoot. He really didn't want to go, and he knew Mira would be the last person to drag him out of camp. Which meant the decision had to be his. "I guess…" he hesitated, dragging the moment out longer. "I guess this is goodbye for now. I haven't—I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Caleb." Aiden felt his voice catch in his throat. "Could you tell him if you see him? And—And I asked Orin this too, can you be there for him? He's a good kid, but I don't want him to think being a head counselor means he has to do everything alone." It was such a hypocritical thing for him to say, given that Aiden did do everything on his own. That was his own choice.

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The walk back to the main area of camp was surreal, in a way. The two shared few words, as Lucy planned to give her newly acquired pawn further instructions once they reached the Apollo cabin. In a different season, the snow would be beautiful; it was a dazzling display of fat flakes drifting on easy breezes, occasionally sticking themselves to Lucy's rosy cheeks. She wasn't a fan of the cold personally, but she did find the beauty in winter. Her hand-me-down boots crunched through the frosted undergrowth as they exited the forest, and she had half a mind to see if the Aphrodite cabin would help her out in her fashion crisis. A pair of old boots and a worn out coat weren't fitting for a lady, after all. Later. Lucy decided. "Aiden." She finally revealed Leo's target to him. "I know, he was giving you a lecture earlier and you probably don't want to see him again so soon, but you don't have to talk to him." Lucy hoped her assurances would be adequate in convincing Leo to drop off the letter if he was uncomfortable, but the way she pictured him, it didn't seem like the situation would affect him much.

Just outside the Apollo cabin, she paused. "Wait just a moment." The door opened for barely a second before she slipped away, ducking and tiptoeing through the crowd of her siblings to reach the depths of the cabin turned infirmary. Lucy already knew what she wanted to say; from the moment she made the decision, the words were being strung together in her head. "Lucy!" Dante came from her left. "There you are, I thought I told you—" the daughter of Apollo planted a finger on his mouth, silencing him as she continued to write. "Do me a favor, Dants." Lucy scribbled a name on an envelope in flawless cursive, tucking the finished letter into it. She then presented it to her half-brother. "Give this to the gentleman outside, would you?" She offered a pair of puppy eyes. "You need me to stay here, after all."

Lucy wasn't gone but five minutes, but when the door cabin 7 opened again, the person standing there was clearly Not-Lucy. "Hey, Lucy asked me to give this tooo...shhh—" he finished out a swear and glanced back into the cabin, clearly not expecting who'd been waiting on the delivery. "Uh," Dante fumbled. "I guess Lucy wants you to have this." He handed Leo the envelope and shut the door.

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Will busied himself pumping the bellows of the forge when the next question came. He suppressed a dry chuckle, releasing a sigh instead. "Unreal don't even begin to do it justice. Y'can't pretend it's normal, try as you might." He remembered the day his step-father found out the truth of his heritage; John was a remarkably tolerant fellow, but even he was at a loss for words when the word "demigod" floated out into the air. "It ain't normal, and the lack of normalcy leads t' monsters n chaos. Normal folk ain't ready for it, so it's our job to protect 'em." With the forge ideally heated, Will planted one of the Celestial Bronze ingots into its fiery center, seeming unfazed by the heat. Will rolled up his sleeves previously as a precaution.

My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Mon Mar 15, 2021 3:42 pm

Sa'd Salam • 17 •Transmale (they/them) • Bisexual • Host of Set• location: behind cabins•tag: Jay, Zahra

Sa'd looked at Zahra with a curious glimmer in their eyes.

"It's... wonderful how much hope you have in the nomes even with what you've faced. It is truly amazing. Please don't let anyone break it." Sa'd told the older woman.

Sa'd nodded. "I don't think we should go to the campers as they've had enough to worry about and I'm not sure they could help even if they would. Maybe we keep them as a back up plan?" Sa'd suggested.

Sa'd tilted their head gently to the side. "Y-you don't think it another God do you?" They asked their voice a smokey whisper barely audible to the gentlest of winds.

Sa'd had wonder for a while if a certain Norse trickster had a golden clad hand in play.

My gallery · by **takara** » Tue Mar 16, 2021 3:24 am

sammy, wrote:
( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: emmie.
ivi cabin one.

the story explained quite a bit, and orin was thankful to hear a series of events that he could focus on rather than the shadows that had been cast over his mind over the past few days. she sounded as though she was having a good time. that was good. he wasn't going to ruin that for her by bogging her down with the details of what had happened, about what could happen, about what was certainly going to happen. instead, he stared down at his ring, twisting it idly, and when the question came, he stopped.

"no idea. they had a lot of fists. got everywhere," orin knew exactly who it had been, but there was no point exposing it. "it's done now. i've no idea what i did, but..." briefly, he let a frown appear. "you know, there's nothing i can do. i probably did something. i've always done something. and if i hadn't, then that makes up for something that i actually have done, which is a debt paid, so..." he trailed off. his head was hurting, but that didn't come as any surprise.

a shower sounded good. the spar idea was probably one to put on the backburner - not because he didn't want to, but because - "if felix catches me duelling you, then he'll behead me himself," he didn't doubt it. "but a shower? are you saying i stink?"

"you're very tough. incredibly. i live in fear of ever invoking your wrath. don't let anyone tell you you're not an intimidating and powerful demigod." it was half a joke, half genuine. "they'll have me to deal with if they try it. reese better watch himself, putting you in danger like that. if i could stand up right now, i'd be marching for a chat with him." orin didn't mean it, but that was perhaps the point. his words were notably quieter than usual. he hadn't had enough sleep, cursed by a jilted slumber pattern and stuck with its reperccusions. he'd have killed for a rasputini.

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x──────i ii aphrodite. iii twenty-four. iiii tags: aydan, ophelia
ivi outside.

no winner. that was a shame, but it hadn't looked as though there was going to be a true victor when she had left in her hurry. 'bigger things' ophelia said, and celeste ended up wondering when there wasn't something grandiose and horrific that the general public was concerned about. it seemed that childlike innocence was light years away, an art lost to time somewhere along the history of earth's mortal coil. aydan's claim that he would have come out on top managed to rouse a little amused smile from her - she didn't know the two very well, so wasn't sure how accurate he was being, but his gall was enough. loutishness aside, the light joke was appreciated. "that is a shame," she said idly. "it would have certainly been interesting."

the tour continued. 'monsters' was a rather broad term. "i never encountered them," she said, unsure of why exactly that had been the case. "though i was under the impression that this was supposed to be a safe place." all signs pointed to that being ever-so-slightly false.
the thought of strawberries did rise her interest, being a lover of the fruits that had been so scarce in her life for such a long period of time. if not completely unavailable, they were grim - too ripe or not ripe enough, never with enough bite to garner any satisfaction. if she could spend all of her time in those fields, then she certainly would.

there had been a question on her lips for a little while. no time like the present. "this... adventure that some are going on... are there many?" she would have quite liked to go on something of the sort, utilise her skills in a way that was more than just recreational and flippant activity.

A flash of something cold and sharp ran through Ophelia at the suggestion of her loss. Going against Aydan in a full powered fight with his head in that state would be insanity, yes. But having it pointed out was still damaging to her pride. "In your dreams, Sleeping Beauty." She growled under her breath, releasing his hand and reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

She turned her attentions to the person who wasn't actively insulting her. "The magical borders keep anything too nasty out, but "safety" is a relative term with gods." She said bitterly. Catching something like longing in Celeste's gaze, she stepped into the field and plucked a berry off a plant. She brought it to her lips and sniffed it, trying not to let her distaste for the frozen orb show on her face. Smells... Normal? Ophelia was less than an expert on strawberries.

She brought it to her lips and bit into it, bracing for the slushy crunch that followed. It melted somewhat on her tongue, and was suprisingly pleasant, even if the texture left something to be desired. "Yep, they're just preserved." She told Celeste, taking another notch out of the fruit.

"Quests?" She squeaked, then immediately reprimanded herself internally, no princess, Celeste over here was talking about the underground jam operation. Of course she means quests! "Yeah, but from what I've seen, they're usually smaller." She said, eyeing the green top that marked the end of her strawberry. Although she hadn't been at camp for long, she'd already had the opportunity to let a few pass her by. Even if she had the skill, Ophelia had no intention of going. Being a glorified errand boy for the gods held no interest to her.

She flicked the top away, then bent to wipe her hand on a boot in an act of desperately avoiding making her clothes dirty. She straightened up. "Take as many as you'd like, but we should get a move on." Standing still was making her cold-or maybe that was the winds, picking up since the morning -and Ophelia was eager to continue.

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dahlia looked around the stables for what seemed like her last time, she nodded as jamie held out his arm "I'll race you there." she smirked, quickly mounting her pegasi. "last one there has to take a dive in the snow." she chuckled, wanting to have a nice moment before they headed out into the unknown. quickly she sped off on her horse, squinting as the cold air hit her face snow flying up behind them. she couldn't help but get distracted as she looked around the camp, she felt nostalgic looking back on the place she grew up in. focusing back in on the race, she spotted the mess of the big house ahead. "you ready to lose wallace?" she called out tauntingly.

delilah smiled at the sweet nickname, feeling warmed as he placed his jacket around her "you better come back" she wrapped her arms around him, giving him a squeeze. besides her sister, ash was someone she could connect to and bond with. it was hard to imagine him leaving, and how empty the hypnos cabin will be without him. "I'll beat you up if you don't come back." she jokingly spoke, releasing him. "I'll be waiting for when I can see you." she nodded, knowing she'd have alot of mental strain visiting mira and ash but it was worth it. "keep an eye on dahlia for me..we aren't on good terms right now but you know how wreckless she is." she sighed, wondering if her sister would be okay.

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My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Tue Mar 16, 2021 4:04 am

(Quotes for sunhorse!)

sweet.peaches~ wrote:sabrina okawa | 15 | she/her | unclaimed (hecate) | location: half-blood hill | tags: satchiko

Sabrina had flinched when the girl had nearly ran into her but she became to calm down when she had introduced herself. Can't really blame her for being excited. I do that all the time. "It's no biggie!" Before she said anything else, she had taken one second - she hoped she hadn't noticed - to scan her. She seemed friendly, probably not a threat. And this was a nice gesture. So she didn't see quite the harm in being polite. Grinning, Sabrina shook her hand and said, "Sabrina Okawa, at your service! You can call me Bree though," she quickly added. It wasn't really a nickname she had used a lot but when she looked around Camp Half-Blood, that nickname was all she could think of. Reminded her about the forests and the wilderness. She bit her tongue. There was no time to dwell in the past. She was in a conversation for Christ's sake.

"So," Sabrina said, "do you throw any karaoke parties here?" She joked, putting her hands in her hoodie pockets. "I mean, there is a Greek god of parties, right? Or was it theatre? His name..." She scratched her chin, trying to think, but she had gotten distracted by a slight cold breeze in the air. She shivered. "What's with the weather? I didn't think New York would be this freezing! Especially in the summer," Sabrina put in. She glanced around her surroundings and her eyes widened. How could she have not seen the winter wonderland right in front of her nose? She must have been too overwhelmed... (edit; not sure if the camp has snow or snow falling currently, please tell me if i need to edit anything haha)

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[✦] | Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Forges | Tags: Kade
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Will busied himself pumping the bellows of the forge when the next question came. He suppressed a dry chuckle, releasing a sigh instead. "Unreal don't even begin to do it justice. Y'can't pretend it's normal, try as you might." He remembered the day his step-father found out the truth of his heritage; John was a remarkably tolerant fellow, but even he was at a loss for words when the word "demigod" floated out into the air. "It ain't normal, and the lack of normalcy leads t' monsters n chaos. Normal folk ain't ready for it, so it's our job to protect 'em." With the forge ideally heated, Will planted one of the Celestial Bronze ingots into its fiery center, seeming unfazed by the heat. Will rolled up his sleeves previously as a precaution.

My gallery · by **takara** » Tue Mar 16, 2021 7:45 am

Reese watched Mira go, looping around to catch Aiden and cast him a worried glance. Aiden was midway through what appeared to be Hank's goodbye. His heart clenched at the realization that he would not be getting one, though he knew why. Time was precious on this task, and the questers were already running low on it.

He sighed and shuffled through the envelopes, figuring that he might as well get this over with. It's nice to hear from living while they are still currently...well, I should not be thinking like that.

Ophelia, he frowned at the thought of approaching her directly. Maybe that one could just go to any Aphrodite camper to deliver? No. They were too shifty, and Mirabelle had trusted him with these letters. I will cross that bridge later. He shoved it to the bottom of the stack. Mark, Dora, He flipped those down as well, not knowing them well enough to find on sight. He would have to deliver them at a mealtime or something.

The last two were on top now, marked Emmie and Will. I am not ready to see Bonnie again, besides, I have not seen Will in ages. And like that, it was decided. He cut a path across the cabin square, not particularly aware of those around him as he set out his mission, eager to do something as long as it meant he would have a break from the thoughts that still plaged him.

Hank just laughed, leaning forward to ruffle Aiden's dark locks. Aiden was right, as much as. Hank would protest it. "Thanks for the knighting, but isn't there usually a sword involved?" He asked, a hand sliding to the hunting blade on his thigh. Keep this light, he doesn't need to be any more stressed. He told himself. He almost pulled the celestial bronze blade out to out to hand to Aiden, but thought better of it when Aiden became even more somber. He let his hand fall.

Hank had never been on his own, he'd always leaned into whatever help was given, both because he needed it and he craved the interaction that went along with it. There was a good chance that the rest of the camp thought he was lazy, or incapable, but he couldn't help himself. I can't imagine doing any of this alone. "You know," He swallowed. "It's temporary. I'll be a stoic knight while you're gone, guarding the castle for you and being your doorkeeper, but when you come home, " When. Not if. "I'll, I'll make the biggest damn mess you've ever seen, and you'd better be here to clean it up!" He finished in a rush, shoving them out before they had a chance to catch in his throat. The thought of Aiden not making it back felt absurd, but maybe absurd enough to be true. The kid was a whizz, but he was still, well, a kid.

Jen was less than pleased with Auggie's reaction, especially when it meant that she had to focus on the conversation at hand rather than than Mira's converstion with Reese. They squinted at Auggie, a movement from the corner of their eye catching their attention. Mira and Reese were done.Time to cut losses. Jen rolled her eyes. "Yes, cause gossip about the Ares cabin is so informative." They said, sarcasm dripping from their voice.

With no remaining reason to be here. Jen gave her companion a curt nod and turned on her heel. The kitchens awaited them. Gods, if only camp was a little more optional. As it was, her mom had to be reasoned with to let her attend a normal school year, and that was without even getting started on her mum. As is, I'm missing valuable development time with the twins. They marched through the snowy cabins wearing a murderous glare, a sharp contrast to their soft features.

My gallery · by ***Lovel*** » Tue Mar 16, 2021 12:04 pm

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Orin
Location: Cabin 1

Emmie studied him as he explained what happened a bit. He probably had a good idea of who did it but she was already pressing enough. She nodded and let the topic of his brawls dissipate. "Felix? He's here? How is he?" she asked. She wasn't as close to him as Orin but was still curious about how life was treating him. Orin was right, Felix would have not only Orin's head but hers too if they sparred with her brother being in the state he was in. She pulled her thoughts with a lopsided grin. "Don't all boys stink naturally? It's just how it is, I don't make the rules." she shrugged.

She put her hands over her heart in a joking way to symbolize she was touched. Though the motion was joking she was touched by his words, she felt most people didn't take her seriously because of her kind nature but she wasn't one to hold back in a fight. "Thank you Orin." she said softly putting a hand on his shoulder for a brief moment before returning it to her side. "Go take that shower stinky then get some rest." she said. She appreciated having Orin as a brother, even if it was half, he gave her a feeling of ease knowing she could count on him.

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Ophelia and Celeste
Location: Strawberry Fields

Aydan smiled back when he received a smile from Celeste which he counted as a small victory. It seemed a bit difficult to earn a smile from the girl. His smile faltered and dropped as he noticed Ophelia didn't find the joke as amusing. He didn't actually know if he would've won in a normal spar but if they actually got into a spar moments ago he probably would've done something really stupid.

He looked to the frozen strawberries not really paying attention to them.

"Dad I want the strawberry pancakes!" a little auburn haired boy said to a handsome man with hair that was more red than brown with a 5 o'clock shadow bread to match and a chiseled face. "Aydan hush"the man said in warning. Aydan went from tugging the man's sleeve to sulking next to him. "Stop with that look, you know we are waiting for your grandmother." the man said only half paying attention to the boy sitting next to him, his gaze was following a 20 year old blonde waitress.

Aydan shook his head slowly, he should have known. There were signs everywhere if only he had paid attention.

Speaking of attention, his finally returned back to the girls when quests were mentioned. He was planning on going on the current quest but decided to stay for..... selfish reasons. Aydan watched the stem land softly on the snow. "Where to next?" he asked pulling his hood up in attempt to possibly cover the sour look he knew was planted on his face now.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

Son of Hypnos ☼☽ Cabin 15 ☼☽ 17 ☼☽ Bisexual

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Tags: Delilah
Location: Stables

Ash chuckled at the threat, he wasn't even the least bit intimidated by her words. "Don't strain yourself too much." he told her knowing that visiting others dreams was very draining. He used to do it often when he first got to camp. He smiled sadly at the memories built in the shared dreams he secretly had with the first boy he had ever had a crush on.

Where his ears deceiving him? Was there really trouble in twin paradise? Rats, he should've stayed... too late now. "Will do" he said giving her a large smile that'd hopefully hide his distaste. Of course he wouldn't let anything major happen to Dahlia but he wasn't fond of being her keeper. He had to do this for Delilah though, it'd upset her if he didn't.

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Wed Mar 17, 2021 12:13 pm

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Outside Cabins Area|Tags: Open|Mentioned: Aiden, Hank|

Mirabelle shifted on her feet, moving ever so slightly in hopes of restoring some semblance of warmth to her frigid body. Right. Hank's Heatstone. She slipped the stone from her pocket, holding it in her hands. She kept it wrapped in the tissue Hank had given it to her in to keep it from blinding anyone in the immediate vicinity. Thank you, Hank. Though small, she could feel the heat of the enchanted stone seeping through her gloves. At least this makes the cold a bit more bearable.
As she patiently waited for Hank and Aiden to finish up, her thoughts turned back to her moment of bliss with Delilah. Her heart fluttered in her chest, accompanied by a rush of heat to her face. I can't believe I did that. I kissed her. I kissed her. And out in the open, too! Someone could've seen us... ugh, I'm so stupid! At least Delilah hadn't rejected her, she reckoned. Besides, that was... amazing. Worth the risk. Wasn't it? She didn't think badly enough of her friends to think that they would judge her for that. Would they? She worried the soft flesh of her cheek between her teeth. What if they care? What if they don't like me anymore? What if they turn their backs on me?
Despite her spiraling thoughts, her face remained a mask of contentment. Right. Calm down, take a breath, and think about something else.

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

Juliet's head swiveled towards Caspia when she spoke up. I totally didn't forget that she was there. What? Pfff. That's rediculous. The daughter of Poseidon's words hit like a sucker-punch to the gut. She had almost forgotten how new Caspia was to all of this. She got here this morning, she recalled. Crap. That means I have to tell her about all the stuff that went down. Unease squirmed in Juliet's gut. She was never great at breaking bad news, and this was the worst information she'd ever had to give.
"Uh... yeah," she started, "about that..." Woman up, Jules. Come on. You got this. "So you can probably guess that it's not normal for it to snow in summer. This crap started up yesterday, and it just keeps on coming." She shot the new girl a wry look. "From what I heard, some crazy snow goddess is out to get us. No clue why." The daughter of Hermes shrugged offhandedly. "But yeah, she killed uh... seventeen people last night? Snow collapsed the Big House roof. That was the pile of rubble you probably saw on the way in." The way she spoke was so casual, as if it was no big deal. In reality, the words left a sour taste in her mouth. "Oh no wait! Eighteen. Some dude got lost in the woods, I think."
Juliet nearly sighed in relief at the next question out of Caspia's mouth: "uhm, who's lilah?"
"Oh, she's the Hypnos cabin's head counselor," the wiry girl explained. "She's actually pretty cool though. A little touchy-feely and stuff, but super nice. The kind of person to hug you to death." She tossed a hand through her dirty blonde hair, making her messy ponytail swish as she spoke. "Oh, and she has these really cool wings. That's not something you see every day. But the reason I mentioned her is because she can make someone fall asleep like that." She held up her fingers and snapped for emphasis. "It's super useful for pranks."

|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Cabin 6|Tags: Caleb|

Chuck laughed a little at Caleb's jokes and quips, giving him a wacky salute as the demigod stepped through the door. "Like totally man," he acknowledged. "Oh wait - totally forgot my coat." The satyr scrambled to grab his jacket off the ground, shrugging it over his shoulders before following Caleb into the cold.
"Oh dude, covering up such radical hair as yours? That's like, a total bummer, man." He adjusted the beanie over his horns, despite the fact that it was sticky from soda. "But yeah, I know whatcha mean, man. This weather's totally gnarly. Like, bring back the sweet sun rays!" He yelled the last bit up at the sky, raising a balled fist.
Looking out across the snow-covered landscape, he could make out the figures of Aiden and Hank conversing relatively close by. Mira seemed to be waiting near them, but she didn't catch his gaze. Totally seems like she's thinking about something. Reese was walking away from cabin thirteen, seeming as if he was on a mission of sorts.
"Uh, anyway, like, I'm gonna go shower now, man," he told Caleb rather loudly. "But congrats on the engagement, dude! Like, I totally wanna be at the wedding." A huge grin spread across Chuck's face. He patted the demigod on the shoulder before starting to descend from the porch, nearly slipping on the freshly fallen snow.

|⊙|Zahra Al-Amin|217/Looks 32|She/They|Magician; Eye of Sekhmet|Location: Behind Cabins|Tags: Jay, Sa'd/Set|

"Break my hopes?" Zahra smiled, a spark of mirth shimmering in her golden eyes. "Many have tried, none have succeeded." They shifted on her feet as they listened to Sa'd's next words, pursing her lips in thought. "Perhaps the Camp Half-Blood demigods serve as a last resort, yes." One could practically see the cogs turning in Zahra's mind as they spoke. "I fear we are nearing last resorts, however. If we cannot find a way to placate the Ogdoad... the world may be thrown into Chaos."
At the fellow magician's inquiries, Zahra nodded grimly. If not for her good hearing, she might've missed it altogether. "Perhaps yes," they sighed. "I believe this camp has some sort of magical barrier against interlopers? I encountered it myself upon my entrance. From what I could sense, such a barrier should have been able to keep out whatever force is responsible for the cold weather. Only a being of immense power would be able to penetrate it..."

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

If the venti had hearts, they would have been in cardiac arrest by now. They shared a glance of absolute mortal terror before reluctantly turning their attention back to the shadowy being before them. Rain started to pour from the ventus on the left, eliciting a disgusted grumble from the one on the right.
The lefthand ventus was all but a stammering mess. "Um... yes, Mr - er, Ms - Mrs?"
"- Mx. Castro," the other ventus cut in. "We'll have that coffee for you right away." It turned to its companion, frantically gesturing for it to follow. Once the two venti were out of earshot, the leading ventus stopped. "Turn into wind and keep an eye on that... thing," it commanded.
"What!? Why do I have to do that!? It could send us both back to Tartarus with just a flick of it's wrist! Er - wrists. Does it even have wrists!?"
"Would you rather get its coffee order?" The first ventus snapped back.
The other ventus frantically shook its misty excuse for a head.
"That's what I thought. Stay and observe."
With a small sigh, the ventus transformed into a small gust of wind and blew around the area where the shadowy thing was waiting.
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"Hi, I'm here to pick up a coffee order for a Fidel Castro?"
The mortal women behind the counter let out a snort. "Is this some kind of a joke?"
A look of confusion spread across the ventus's face. "No... That's the name I was given."
"Look, kid. Someone's gotta be pulling your leg, okay? We don't have an order for 'Fidel Castro'. Dude's been dead for like, I dunno, half a decade? Get lost. Go on, scram."
The ventus could only surmise that the Mist was making her see him as a child or young teenager, given her response. She didn't look much over nineteen herself. "Listen here... Samantha," the ventus hissed, reading the tag on her apron. "Do you want to be the one to tell that guy you don't have their coffee order? Because I certainly don't. They're a monster before they have their coffee."
"Dude, I told you, we don't have an order for Fidel Castro!"
"Uh, Sam?" A teenage boy called out from the espresso machine. "We actually do have an order under that name..."
The other barista rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Uuugh. Oh my god. Fine. Just take your stupid coffee and go already."
The ventus puffed out a sigh of relief as it collected the iced coffee with 'Fiddle Costco' scrawled across it in black sharpie.
"I'm writing you a terrible review. Oh, and one last question. Do you take Dogecoin?"

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