Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦
[✦] | Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Centralia, PA | Tags: Orin, Astoria, Vivienne
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Even with the casual delivery of his true identity, it was enough to put the fear of God into the godling. Nicholas watched, amused, as the other fumbled for his manners in wake of the revelation. "It's fine," he chuckled. "Out of the reactions I usually get, yours is pretty tame. The last person I introduced myself to shot me. But," a slight bow, hampered by his injury. "The pleasure is all mine. You can relax, I'm not here to kill you." Death assured the boy. "A little bit of both. It's complicated." He never heard the question often enough to have a rehearsed answer. "I was a demigod first, the one and only child of the one you call Thanatos. That's where I inherited control over the Doors from." He nodded to the open elevator behind the pair. "Outside of your pantheon, he's the reaper of souls with dozens of psychopomps at his disposal, and at the sounding of the trumpets, he was supposed to ride across the Earth will Hell following."

"And that's how it would have been, if I hadn't inherited it from him." He performed a cupped gesture with his hand, searching for the corresponding word. "I'm still getting used to this, Death isn't a name I ever thought to call my own, but it's a title I need to start using sooner rather than later. Heaven knows the apocalypse will spring up when I least expect it." He stopped moving his free hand when the pain started creeping into it, stuffing it into his pocket to prevent any further wanderings. "I've been resting with my siblings since the birth of all things, or somewhere on that timeline. I'm not really sure. When my father had a child, I took it as my vessel." he gestured to himself. "Things are a little fuzzy around that part, I'm not sure where I end and the horseman starts. I've been told that it's... an anthropomorphic personification, or an agent of God. I think it's more like a spirit of unbridled destruction, but we weren't always one being. I just can't tell where the line is now."

Nicholas could feel the blood creeping down his other wing, but the last thing he wanted to do at the moment was draw attention to it. I can't believe I've ruined my favorite Everhart shirt. No use crying over soiled milk, especially not now. "Do what you want with that explanation, if you have any other arguably stupid questions I'll think about answering them in a minute. I'm gonna, go change out of this." he pointed to the side door that presumably led to the church washrooms, hobbling in that direction. "And do me a favor, don't try to kill each other while I'm gone. Preventing death is within my powerset, so at best you'll just make each other fully conscious while you bleed out on the floor. Stay fresh, cheese bags." With that, the horseman departed.

[*Lovel*]

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Conan
Location: Campfire

Emerson heard a shout from behind asking if she was ok. She wasn't. She turned to the person who had approached her, tears still annoyingly running down her face. I don't know this boy, I don't want his first impression of me to be that I'm a blubbering mess. Even so her body refused to stop trembling betraying all notions of her wanting to give a different first impression. "I'm-" how am I supposed to answer? Saying I'm fine would be lying. Do you want to be known as a lair and cry baby by this unknown boy? she probably should've been more concerned by the fact that she didn't know who this boy was but he wasn't attacking and seemingly came to help.

"I lost my brother and have been rejected in the same day. I'm doing fabulous." she said laughing slightly at how ridiculous it was to clump death and rejection in the same sentence and at the fact she told a stranger. She moved a piece of damp hair stuck to her face by tears behind her ear. She looked over the boy with teary eyes, he shouldn't have been talking. He was wearing clothes fit for summer which usually wouldn't be a problem if someone wasn't trying to bring on the second Ice Age. "You're one to talk" she said looking back to the campfire in front of them. The question of help made the tears flow harder. "How can you?.... No one can.... it's ridiculous I'm even crying over it ..... especially with an attack going on. You must think I'm foolish." she said rubbing her eyes to try to get rid of the tears.

Some kind of daughter of Zeus you are, you're supposed to be strong. A leader, yet here you are crying over a boy and something you know is natural and can't be reversed. "You know, I should be better than this. I'm a daughter of Zeus, I'm meant to be stronger." she was trying to convince herself more than anything. She tugged her hoodie sleeves over her hands that were turning red from the cold. She looked over to the boy with stormy eyes "Who are you?" a question that should've come first but didn't, finally making headway.

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Ana
Location: Cabin 22

Aydan didn't know he missed seeing someone as he barged in until the voice rang through the cabin. He wasn't used to someone being here he grabbed one of his shuriken pins and bottled up, ready to throw it at any moment if needed. He caught sight of the small redhead sitting on the bed opposite of him. Put your weapon away fool, you don't need it. he slowly pinned the shuriken back on his hoodie. It's just a kid, no need to be ready for an attack although..... "My cabin too?" it took him a moment to process the words. "Yes, my name is Aydan Hunt. Son of Khione, and you are?" he asked looking at the girl quizzically. Why was she here? Did someone dump an unclaimed camper on him without telling him?

Having a sibling that didn't want to destroy his friends and camp would be nice. He ran a hand through his hair stressfully and let out a sigh.You are a counselor remember, act like it. Say something to soothe her. "You ok?" You idiot, not that. he looked her over to check for injuries. There were none from what he could see. He got up slowly with a wince and walked over to her. He looked at her for a moment before putting his hand on her shoulder. "I'll keep you safe." That's more like it. Now take your hand off before it's weird. He quickly brought his hand to his side and tried his best at a welcoming and warm smile hoping it came across that way.

『☼ ☀』 Mateo Cortez『☼ ☀』

Son of Hephaestus ♫ Cabin 9 ♫ 17 ♫ Pansexual

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Tags: Robyn and Collin
Location: Camp Entrance

A smirk grew on Mateo's face "I said that you're a real Sherlock." he wasn't afraid to translate his teasing's, even if it could get him in trouble. "You seem just as lucky as us then. How's it looking? How many injured, any from my cabin?" he wasn't looking forward to the answer. He'd have to go comfort whoever it was, hopefully it wasn't Jude. She was strong but it was harder on him to see her hurt than Will. She was too pure of a person to have bad things to happen to her.

"Well lets do it then. Another question, what's wrong with more than half these creatures?" he said looking at the skeletons and ghosts who were either freaking out or standing in shock. He was curious but wasn't complaining, it was better they were consumed in their own worry than trying to attack them. He pulled Robyn in front of him and moved her chin to make it so she looked at him. "Ve con el, tengo que buscar en la enfermeria a mis hermanos."

【➸】 Finnick “Finn” Vouvali【➸】

Son of Apollo ☀ Cabin 7 ☀ 17 ☀ Questioning

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Tags: Stella
Location: Cabin 7

Finn was looking around the infirmary for another person to help as the stubborn boy left. He almost jumped as a voice interrupted his scanning. "Not giving me a heart attack would be nice."he chuckled before looking to the small girl who had offered help. "If you could be my lovely assistant and usher some injured my way then help me take care of them I'd greatly appreciate it. We need some more help distinguishing the injured from the healthy." though most had left with Ryan's instruction there were some stragglers and they needed a better way to keep the rotation going.

"My name's Finnick by the way though most call me Finn. Sorry to meet under these circumstances." he tried his luck at a smile. Hopefully the stress didn't shine through. I was best to keep a calm disposition so patients wouldn't freak out. They had a talent for sensing your fear. He just hoped more were actually injured and not shot by phantom bullet. Those proved harder to treat, even with his healing capabilities. He pulled out an old iPod and shuffled his nature sounds playlist, he turned to the girl holding a finger to his lips as a shh."Our little secret." he said with a chuckle making it clear he wasn't serious about keeping it a secret.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares|outside|tags: Aldous

“Um...thanks.” Vittorio cast a glance at the shards of bone scattered across the ground around him. He hadn’t been fully aware of what he was doing, instincts taking over in place of thought. Now that the battle seemed to be mostly over, he wasn’t sure what to make of it. He turned his attention back to the other boy, not sure what to make of him yet either. “Certainly not ideal,” he agreed, pursing his lips.

He frowned a little at the correction, the reminder that he was in fact one of these people. He really would have preferred not to be, especially now, but it didn’t seem like he had much of a choice in the matter. “There’s more?” Vittorio’s eyebrows shot up his forehead, his previous apathetic demeanour quickly reduced to ashes at the revelation that there were more of them—more kids with strange abilities who claimed to be the children of gods, but from a different pantheon. It had been difficult enough to wrap his head around one camp full of celestial offspring, he wasn’t ready to start asking questions about another. Unfortunately, his curiosity got the better of him, as it usually did, and the questions seemed to spill forth without his mental consent. “Under attack from who? Or…” He glanced towards one of the venti being fought off by the other campers in the distance. “From what? Things like these?” It wasn’t comforting to hear that the other camp—who were sending for help—were doing better than they were.

“Is this normal for...for these camps? Do you guys just...fight monsters all the time or did I arrive at a really awful time?” He was fairly certain he already knew the answer. He was aware that there was a greek goddess of luck—from things he’d read, not from experience—and he was willing to bet there was someone here who had some kind of connection to that deity. He wasn’t one of those people.

“Thanks, I guess…” he muttered, a small frown crossing his face. Anything followed by ‘for someone’ was never really a compliment, but he didn’t see any other way to respond, and he wasn’t about to be rude to someone he’d just met. He’d been raised better than that, and first impressions were important. “Ares.” He glanced down at the brass knuckles still clutched tightly in his fist. “Found out just before…” He made a gesture at the chaos around them. “All this. That would be Mars in your...if you’re Roman, right?” He wasn’t sure how that worked, but he wasn’t sure how any of this worked. He was still hoping to wake up in his room in Italy and realize it had all been nothing but a bizarre dream.

The other boy asked a lot of questions, but he couldn’t exactly complain considering he was doing the exact same thing, and had been since the moment he’d arrived. “Italy. Venice.” He slipped the brass knuckles from his hand, flexing his fingers and placing the weapon into his pocket, silently hoping he could return it to Leo without having to use it again. He hadn’t seen Leo since the beginning of the battle, and glancing around he couldn’t seem to find the older son of Ares. There were people everywhere though, surely he was somewhere in the crowd, probably punching the undead with more vigour than Tori had.

“Aldous? Like Aldous Huxley?” He raised his eyebrows again, before shaking his head, realizing quickly that wasn’t an appropriate response to an introduction, at least not one his aunt would have approved of. “Vittorio. Or Tori if you’d prefer. I don’t really care. Nice to meet you. Well…” He cast another pointed glance around them. “Could have been under better circumstances but...you know.” He shrugged, offering a slightly forced, tight-lipped smile.

━━━ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨

[☾]16 (immortal)|she/her|Hunter of Artemis|Cabin 7|tags: Finn

“Sorry,” Stella replied with an apologetic smile. “It’s hard not to sneak up when there’s so many people in here.” The smile faded. There shouldn’t have been so many people. It wasn’t even a proper infirmary. She hadn’t expected good things upon arrival at Camp Half-Blood, but the situation they had walked into hadn’t been what she was anticipating either. “Of course.” She nodded, straightening up slightly and preparing to follow his directions. “I’m Stella." She nodded in agreement. "It could be better, but there’s no point worrying about it now.” She offered a sympathetic look in return to the attempt at a smile. Though she’d only just met the boy, she had a certain respect for the caregivers who were able to put on a brave face in the midst of chaos, especially ones who weren’t much older than she was—possibly younger.

She watched him pull out a small device, a small smile crossing her face at the following comment. She mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key before turning to face the nearby crowd, grateful that it already seemed to be thinning out. “Those of you who aren’t injured please make your way outside. We’ll take care of everyone else, but crowding them isn’t going to help anyone.” She didn’t raise her voice to a yell, but it was loud enough to hear and rang with authority. As she spoke, she scanned the cabin for familiar faces—well, one familiar face, and was relieved not to see it there. If her friend was anything like she used to be, Stella was certain she’d be throwing herself into danger with little to no concern for her own safety, but it seemed she hadn’t gotten herself killed just yet. She hoped not, at least.

Her own concerns dealt with, or at least cast aside for the time being, she turned her attention to a younger camper nearby, clutching at an arm that seemed to be covered in ice burns. “Hey, it’s okay. Come here.” She put an arm around the girl, half comforting her and half guiding her as she led her back towards Finnick. “You’re going to be alright. We’ll get your arm all fixed up and then you’ll be good as new.” She spoke confidently, the concern behind her eyes easily masked with a calm expression.

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[✿]16|he/him|Iris|Ma’s Diner|tags: quest group

Jamie couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face at Aiden’s question, shaking his head in response. “It’s Peter Parker. But it’s a rock so I...you know…” He figured he didn’t really have to explain the pun. He had a habit of explaining things unnecessarily. He’d killed quite a few already bad jokes that way. “I guess it’s cooler when your life’s not actually in danger.” He’d always loved superheroes, ever since he was a kid, but movies and comic books were a lot more fun than having to keep your guard up constantly, watching around every corner, worrying that anyone you speak to could be a monster in disguise. He wished he was more like Peter Parker, fighting off villains with a smile on his face and an endless supply of witty quips. Instead, he was a coward who ran away at any chance he got, and it wasn’t likely that was changing any time soon.

There was a moment of calm, and it seemed as though his appetite had come back a bit once he’d actually started eating—as long as he avoided looking in the direction of Aggy’s open mouthful of food. Of course, the facade couldn’t last for long. A newspaper was placed on the table and a sense of dread was bubbling up inside before he even laid eyes on the headline. Jamie frowned down at the article, casting a glance at Teilo when the dark haired boy spoke up. “So what does this mean?” He tried to keep a calm air, though the worry was evident in his tone as he nodded towards the paper. "What do we do?"

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♅
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: emmie. ivi the campfire.

the girl was doing her best to stifle the tears, but evidently, it wasn't going very well. he didn't imagine it could have. he had already heard the scream, watched the lightning strike - damage control was the last thing on his mind. an attempt to speak, then silence.

"oh," there weren't many words for that. he wasn't very good with extending condolences, but couldn't picture a world without his brother in. the screaming made sense. accompanied with the mess of what appeared to be a rather rough day, it was bound to be a mental stress. "did he -" he paused. "was it this? was he attacked?" his curiosity was getting the better of him - perhaps now was not the time. "sorry. i don't... sorry. i'm really sorry for your loss." the words sounded thick, wrong, spiralling from his mouth and onto the floor.

the attack seemed to be dying down a little, and the campfire was warm, so he cleared a spot next to her, plonked on the ground. "yeah. i'm freezing," he cracked a halfhearted smile. "but it's fine. don't really feel it. too much going on to worry about being cold, right?" conan frowned when she continued. "no. not at all." he didn't know her, but the judgement was a ridiculous notion.

"zeus," jupiter. there weren't many at camp who bore the patriarch that the place was named after, but he had heard stories of them. "everyone's gotta have their moments. otherwise you boil over and explode, right?" and that must have been what occurred. hands rubbed together to generate some kind of friction heat, and the question.

"conan. i'm - janus. my dad's janus. you can imagine that," he answered. "i, uh... me and my brother, we just got here. we were meant to ask for help, but..." a sweeping glance around. "dunno. i think you might need it a little more right now." he turned back, taking her in. "i should ask what happened, but i'm sure that'll come around in a bit. what about you, daughter of zeus?" parroting the words she had spoken. "you got a name, or just a title and a pretty face?"

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x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: vittorio. ivi outside.

"just jupiter," aldous said, though he wasn't quite sure on that aspect. it was only recently that the two camps had coalesced in the manner that they had, and there was absolutely a chance that there were more lingering about. "as far as i know. which isn't much." maybe a bit reductive, but best to keep things simple rather than speak on the possibility of norse demigods and the like. he had expected the question, though it wasn't nearly as interesting as what appeared to be going on here. "a politician." was the brief way to explain. "he sent a load of... soldiers to circle our boundaries. nobody gets in or out. it was getting a little bit claustrophobic."

"they're meant to be safe, normally," and they had been. jupiter had been a sanctuary for the longest time, and now home wasn't somewhere he could relax anymore. "safer than outside, anyway." there were bitter memories from the days before the wolf house, filled with grief and horror - even the soldiers couldn't replicate that kind of darkness. the snow was white and calm. he hadn't seen it in a while. happy to change the topic, the translation of gods was thankfully correct. "yeah, you got it. mars is the one."

he'd never been to italy, but it sparked interest that a greek god had visited the home of rome rather than his counterpart. unless - well, "hey, you might suit jupiter better," he pointed out. "don't get a lot of europeans around. i thought all the demigods were just loitering in america." poor worldview, perhaps.

"the very same," the recognition of his namesake was rare, but triggered a little smile. "my brother's called conan, after - well, after doyle, obviously. our mother thought she was doing something interesting." when the two of them had turned out to be dyslexic, it had been a bit of a challenge. "good to meet you too, vittorio. no better time than the present, i guess." ironic, especially coming from him, but it was what people said. "looks like it's clearing up a little. should'a got here earlier. i think conan would've enjoyed a bit more of a fight."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: astoria, nicholas, vivienne.
ivicentralia, pennsylvania.

slowly, an explanation unravelled itself, the words almost visible in the thick air of the church. a little hard to follow, especially given the bizarreness of the situation - orin was still, honestly, trying to get his head around the concept of the apocalypse, the things that the nuns had touted in his first school. he'd laughed at the thought then, had continued to, but now it didn't seem so funny. everything felt rather real. though he was absent by way of a doom sense, it wasn't hard to feel the dark wave of anxiety settle. "right," he nodded slowly. "that's... good." to hear that rapture wasn't imminent, at least. there was a silver lining. the muttering in his head was ceaseless, screeches about the end of days, the finality of the end, begging him to pray for forgiveness -
shut up.

the temperature dropped drastically and suddenly, the source becoming clear when vivienne moved, flouncing in the direction of the exit.
if there was any chance, it was now. flick his lighter into a dagger, throw it in her direction, harness the forces of the wind to pierce it into the centre of her back -
a cowardly way to kill someone. but orin thought about it. however fleetingly, he considered the options. what that said about him was uncertain.

but he didn't. he supposed that was a good thing. his attention turned back to nicholas. "cheese -" gone. fair enough. he couldn't really fault it. instead, he sat back down on one of the pews, knitting his fingers together, and thought. there was a lot going on. not a lot of it good. but alive was something. alive was alright.

[*Lovel*]

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Conan
Location: Campfire

Her emotional distraught seemed to be a bit awkward for him to deal with. She couldn't blame him, emotions were a lot to handle. She knew this first hand after dealing with her mom. The emotional roller coaster she went through each and every day along with her mom. She was finally free from the burden even though apart of her felt guilty for even viewing her mother as a burden.

He got ahead of himself seemingly and back tracked. "I-It's ok, or at least as ok as it can be." A long pause as she thought of a way to explain to him. "No, it was a haemorrhage. It happened this morning. He apparently had been dealing with it for years. He didn't tell me, why wouldn't he tell me?" She wanted answers that she was never going to get. She didn't look up to meet his eyes, instead watched the flames as they danced.

It was still around her, a sign that the attack was coming to an end. Not that she noticed too much. She peeled her eyes from the flames as she heard the crunch of the snow beside her, he had taken a seat. "Do you... do you want my hoodie?" She was cold too but if giving the boy her hoodie helped him then who was she to keep it to herself. Though the hoodie probably would be a bit small on him considering the height difference it would be something. His smile was nice to see, refreshing even, considering the day she's had. A smile of her own formed, the tears were gradually slowing down. "Thank you." She told him softly.

"I guess I learned at a young age bad emotions were best kept hidden." She gave no hint of diving deeper into the explanation. "Conan, that's a nice name." She thought for a moment. "Janus" She repeated, remembering the name. She searched the depths of her brain trying to piece together where she had heard the name before. "Oh, the Roman God of doors amongst a few other things.... you're... you're from camp Juniper." The pieces had fit together, she zoned out for a few until she heard him mention they needed help.

What could they need their help with? Not fully registering his notion about how he should ask what had happened she had only nodded in response. She focused back into the conversation "a pretty face?" She repeated slightly flustered by the unexpected compliment don't let it get to your head, he's being nice. yet her cheeks burned unsure if she should compliment him back."My name is Emerson, but I go by Emmie." She held out a hand for him to shake.

【➸】 Finnick “Finn” Vouvali【➸】

Son of Apollo ☀ Cabin 7 ☀ 17 ☀ Questioning

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Tags: Stella
Location: Cabin 7

Finn understood why her smile had gone sour. The kids who go to Camp Half Blood know there are risks that come with being at camp and being a demigod but this... this was still unexpected. He wanted to tell her sorry, that it will be ok, tell all of the campers that."That's a beautiful name, there was a girl in my pre school with the same name." He recalled the memory and sighed. Those were simpler times, only a few years before monsters started showing up. Before his whole world as he knew it turned upside down. "Troublesome being a demigod isn't it? At least I can look handsome while tip toeing between life and death." He chuckled.

Good humor, he liked that in a partner in arms. The sounds of waves hitting a shore line filled his ears. A sense of relief before the storm came over him. He looked over to Stella as her voice took on a tone of authority. Finnick watched as she brought over a girl who looked younger than him with ice burns. "I'll get you fixed up in no time beautiful. Can I take a look at your arm." He said to the girl and she nodded. He took her arm and inspected it "It's not bad, Stella, can you get me water that is between 104 degrees Fahrenheit and 108 degrees Fahrenheit in a container that can fit her arm. No higher than 108." He said his tone slightly rougher at the end, if she got too hot of water it'd make the burns worse. "We are going to soak your arm in the water on and off 20 minutes each until your arms back to room temperature. " He explained while making sure the girl was comfortable then giving Stella a curt nod.

[shezawomanoffame]

Astra Lynn Cirilloº16ºshe/theyºlocation: cabin 10º tags: jack, open

She took his hand shaking it softly, “Im Astra. It’s very nice to meet you, jack” she said with a soft smile. After everything somewhat settled down, she looked at the cabin door then back at jack. “I’m gonna go inside and make sure everyone is alright, care to join me?” she smiled once more as she waited for his response.

Dolion Ray Fletcher (Leo)º17ºhe/himºlocation: infirmary ºtags: open

Dolion makes his way to the infirmary with minor cuts, scrapes and bruises. He put his weapon away as he kept picking at the cuts to see the damage done to him. “I was supposed to stay away from the infirmary but oh well I guess” he sighs to himself.

[The Fox]

-^^,--,~ -^^,--,~𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖗~,--,^^- ~,--,^^-

Chad heard the shot, too. He didnt feel any pain, so he looked over to Auggie and Reese and looks in shock as he'd been downed as well. "No" he mutters to himself. His spear is swung wide to finish off the undead near him before throwing it at the head of the attacker. It launches like the missile of an rpg as it crashes into and shatters the monster's skull. Chad slides to his knees to get next to both of them and pulls out his ambrosia. He unwraps it and breaks it into small pieces. He goes to Reese first, checking him over for blood. When he sees none, he attempts to calm the guy down enough to eat. "Come on now, you need it. Help me help you." he with his brow furrowed

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Ma's Diner|Tags: Quest Group|

Mirabelle did her best to keep her face a mask of mild curiosity as Aiden pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. A newspaper, her perceptive eye soon detected. Something in the younger boy's voice made her stomach knot up again, and she was glad she had mostly finished her meal. She caught a glimpse of a face looking out at her from the pages. A man, one who looked a little familiar, though she couldn't place a finger on why.
Mirabelle's attention shifted to Teilo spoke up. He knew him? That was interesting. What he said next was even more so - apparently the man wasn't from America. UK, if Mirabelle had to guess, given that Teilo had recognised him. "Excuse me, but... who exactly is that?" Her voice came out slightly higher than she had intended; her nerves making themselves known to any attentive listeners. Teilo, you said you know this man. Who is he and what does he do?" How serious of a threat is this?
Jamie seemed just as worried as she was; a fact that did little to ease the anxiety rising in her chest. As if we don't have enough to worry about with a goddess bent on destroying us and a vengeance-seeking daughter. And whatever dark god the Grey Sisters won't even speak of... She suppressed a shudder, resisting the urge to tuck her coat around herself. Something bigger is definitely going on here. Something really, really bad.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin Seven|Tags: Ryan; Cabin 7 Crowd|

Someone was asking her questions now; the same man she'd seen before. Asking where it hurt.
"Right shoulder," she grunted. "I got grazed a few other places - I think? Kinda hard to tell when there's no blood - but that one went right in. Ah, again, I think - 'cause, y'know, no bullet." She would have shrugged if not for the throbbing in her shoulder. As her thoughts spun, an amused expression formed across her face. "Heheh. If it was on the left side, that would be pretty funny. I mean I'd probably be dead, but then at least my ghost could sing 'shot through the heart, and you're to blame! You give love a bad name'." She sang the song lyrics out with less gusto than usual, given how exhausted she was and the numbing pain sweeping through her body. "Anyways, could ya schlepp me over some ambrosia or nectar? Mama wants some buttered popcorn."


|☽|Kathryn Blackwood|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Cabin 7 |Tags: Aoife|

“Of course you are, babe, but at least you can control yourself.”
A light smirk played across Kathryn's lips when Aoife called her "babe", though the sparkle in her eyes dimmed as the implications of the phrase hit her. "At least you can control yourself."
I can't, she confessed to no one but herself. After what happened with Orin, and the Darkness... It had been the first time in a long time that she had lost control. And there had been a witness. Elfie. She owed Elfie a favour now too. Elfie, Emmie, Aoife... Kathryn owed too many people to be comfortable with it.
Aoife's voice brought her back into the present moment, teasing her about her current predicament. The lively glimmer returned to her gaze; her mouth picking up its fallen smirk. "I didn't mean to," she shot back playfully, furrowing her brow in mock-offence. "It just sort of... happened." It wouldn'tve happened at all if I hadn't had that little outburst earlier. "Besides, I was defending our wonderful home and all of you lovely people. I'd say it was pretty noble of me." Her lackadaisical tone indicated that she was far from serious, but still - she had made a difference at least; that's what mattered.
Someone called for any uninjured campers to make space for those who were, and Aoife seemed like she was going to listen to them for once. "Just peachy," Kathryn replied, waving her off. "Don't worry about little old me."


|❄|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Centralia, PA|Tags: Nicholas, Orin, Astoria|

"A little bit of both. It's complicated."
Nicholas's response to the question stopped Vivienne in her tracks. What in the name of Tartarus is he inferring? Her answer came soon enough. She was about to turn towards the Horseman when she felt eyes boring into her back. She whipped around in a fluid, sharp motion to find the Zeus boy - Orin -; his head looking back towards Nicholas as she just caught the tail end of his stare.
That was when she realised her mistake.
"Never turn your back on anyone." Khione's voice rang out in her mind; cold and crisp as ever. In her rush to escape her conflicted thoughts, she had turned her back to Orin and Astoria. He could have killed her then and there. Even if he wasn't armed - he could have called a bolt of lightning down from the heavens and electrocuted her where she stood. Come to think of it, he could have done that all this time. So why did he not? She had an excuse for not killing him - she was weak and tired from the battle at Camp Half-Blood. What was his excuse?
"...do me a favor, don't try to kill each other while I'm gone."
Nicholas was speaking again, drawing her attention back to him. Something about changing out of his ruined shirt.
"Preventing death is within my powerset, so at best you'll just make each other fully conscious while you bleed out on the floor. Stay fresh, cheese bags."
Cheese... bags? Vivienne's brow furrowed. She glanced to Orin as if he could offer some sort of explanation, but the other demigod looked just as confused as she felt. She watched him warily as he seated himself in one of the long benches - pews, that's what they were called; his face taking on a pensive expression.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨

[☾]16 (immortal)|she/her|Hunter of Artemis|Cabin 7|tags: Finn

“Thank you.” She gave a genuine smile in response to the compliment, appreciative of the kind words and the peaceful reminiscing, even in a time of high tension. “I’d imagine,” she responded, a small smile at his joke quickly fading into a grim expression. Most of the campers hadn’t chosen to live this life, they’d been thrown into it by their heritage, without ever being given a chance to live differently. Stella had at least grown up a normal, mortal child, her life generally free of monster attacks. Becoming a hunter of Artemis had been a choice, but despite everything that came along with it, there were endless reasons she wouldn’t have chosen otherwise.

The chance she had to help now was one of those reasons. She turned around to retrieve what had been asked of her, paused, and whirled back around to face Finn. “Where would I find that?” She wasn’t familiar with the camp's layout yet—having been there for probably less than ten minutes—and although she liked to keep her poise, she wasn’t above asking questions. If it was possible for her to figure something out on her own within a timely manner, then she was perfectly capable of doing so, but there was no point wasting more time they didn’t have just to preserve her ego.

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|outside|tags: Chad, Reese

Auggie would never have even considered telling him, but she was glad that Reese was there. Without someone dragging her to her feet and out of the way of danger, the prospect of simply lying down in the snow and bleeding out seemed alluring. The only problem being that she didn’t actually seem to be bleeding out. Grateful or not, the pain in her arm didn’t stop her from having an iron grip on her half-brother, fingers digging his arm and she gritted her teeth and attempted not to curse him out.

The fleece was out of her grip, reluctantly. She couldn’t see Chad, but she was hoping he’d have enough sense to get the thing and figure out what to do with it. She hadn’t risked her life for nothing. There was a purpose to her madness, and if he didn’t get the fleece back to the tree then she’d have to do it herself, even if she did have a bullet wound in her arm.

The plan very quickly went downhill, the sound of another gunshot ringing out, followed almost immediately by a scream that made her jump. The string of choice words coming from Reese indicated the worst, and she barely managed to keep herself upright with the sudden lack of support. “Oh for Christ’s sake.” She bit down on the inside of her cheek, struggling to keep them both on their feet and avoid blacking out from the throbbing pain in her arm. Then Chad was in front of them, trying to be helpful again. Maybe he was this time, but there was a priority above her own life, and a certain trust in the fact that Reese would be able to manage. “The fleece. Get— I’ve got him. Get the damn fleece back to the damn tree before anyone else—”

It wouldn’t have made that much of a difference. The skeletons were already inside the border, the only thing the barrier would do was stop more from coming in, but even that wasn’t a certainty. If anything, she was only fighting for some semblance of control again, the feeling that anything she was doing actually mattered. It wasn’t going well.

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares|outside|tags: Aldous

“A politician?” Vittorio echoed, unable to mask his surprise. After everything he’d seen—monsters and ghosts and centaurs and glowing symbols of gods—the idea of the Roman camp being attacked by a politician was almost laughable. He didn’t laugh, though. He’d never felt further from laughing. “How did you get out then?” He eyed the boy cautiously. He didn’t seem like much of a fighter, and he couldn’t imagine him single-handedly taking down a troop of soldiers, but he’d learned not to underestimate people—and if he was half god like all these people claimed to be, he’d probably have an advantage.

“Yeah, seems like they’re doing a great job of that,” he muttered, bitterly. Truthfully, he never really had felt safe in the outside world, though he’d never understood why. Things had always just happened to him, things that he couldn’t explain, and now it seemed he had an explanation, but he wasn’t so willing to accept it. Things happened in the outside world, trouble always seemed to be waiting for him, lurking around every corner, but he didn’t feel safe here either, and at least at home it was a familiar sort of danger. He knew what to expect. Now he didn’t. Aldous didn’t appear too pleased with the current state of things either, but that wasn’t surprising. He wasn’t one to pry with someone he barely knew, so the subject change came gladly.

He was relieved he’d remembered the god’s roman counterpart correctly. He wasn’t lacking faith in his own knowledge of mythology, but it would have been incredibly embarrassing if he’d gotten it wrong. He frowned a little at the next suggestion, considering it in his head.
“Maybe...I don’t...honestly, I don’t know how I ended up here. I’m still not entirely sure this is where I'm supposed to be.” It was. That was what he’d been told and some small part of him, pushed aside and ignored, knew that it was true. But that didn’t mean he was happy to believe it.

He gave an appreciative nod at the reveal that the boy's brother was also named after a literary icon, a small smile crossing his face, as if he’d briefly forgotten the horrific circumstances they were in. “I think that’s cool. I was named after an Italian director. Less well known, my uncle’s just a film buff.” He glanced around at the reminder that there had in fact been a fight going on, his face creasing into a frown again. “Well, lucky for him that’s probably not the end of it.” He wasn’t usually much of a pessimist, at least not out loud, but the events of the hectic past few days had started to bring out another side of him. “Things never seem to stop happening around here.”

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

[☘︎]17|she/her|Hebe|Cabin 7|tags: Kathryn

Aoife didn’t catch the falter in Kathryn’s smug expression, distracted by her own whirring thoughts and ceaseless chatter. “Of course,” she responded with a grin. “Very noble indeed.” The mockery in her tone faded, taking on a slightly more serious expression, though the smile was still present. “Really, you did good. Probably saved some lives or something. Try not to…” She glanced over the girl, frowning slightly in thought. She was pretty much fine, she couldn’t tell her not to bleed out or anything when she’d just tired herself out. “Cause any trouble,” she decided on, finally. “The blonde nerds have enough to worry about without the likes of you in here causing problems.” She flashed Kathryn another grin and a wink before turning and disappearing into the crowd, dodging her way through to the door.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♅
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: emmie. ivi the campfire.

the explanation, though meagre, was a strange one. there weren't many words that could be said to comfort a grieving sister, but he could conceptualise. put himself into the boots of someone who was dealing with something like that. he couldn't hide anything from his brother. their troubles were shared through their twisted powers. but on occasion, things had slipped. "if you'd known, i don't think it would have done anything. maybe he was trying to stop you worrying," he shrugged. "people do weird things when they're facing death."

"you keep your hoodie. i'll be alright," he probably wouldn't. he was probably lying, but she was crying and the last thing she needed was the bite of the cold. "fire's warm. it's not snowing anymore, either. must've been a hell of a storm." he glanced around at the blanket of white. "not much of a summer holiday, is it? cliff richard would be ashamed."

"no, that's not right," conan argued halfheartedly. "you're not gonna get anywhere hiding everything from everyone, are you? how're you gonna get help if no-one knows you need it?" the challenge was a good one, for his standards. "yeah. i am. it's been quite the culture shock. no offence, but you've got no order here." it was nice, in a way. the chaos was refreshing. no screaming leaders or collective defence mechanisms, just teenagers fighting where they could. in a way, it was anarchy. "seems alright, though. if everyone's nice as you."

"don't act surprised," he grinned. "it's nice to meet you, 'emerson-but-i-go-by-emmie," and this was where conan forgot himself. took the hand offered out to him, shook it, and then froze, eyes glazing, fading from their usual brown to the colour of milky coffee.

brown hair, white hair, green eyes, smiling, freckles, tall, jacket, curls, a crack of thunder - "so. did you miss me?"

he let go of her hand, vision returning to him. "uh -" the composure was lost. "sorry. that doesn't - that doesn't happen a lot. sorry." a cough, a splutter. it never felt good. partly the reason he avoided direct touch - but it was rare that such a thing would occur with a person. normally, it meant it was important. "that was weird. sorry. i just - i just saw your future. a little bit," he grimaced. "i'm never gonna get used to that."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♃
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: vittorio. ivi outside.

"a politician. i haven't seen it before either," he confirmed. it was ridiculous - it would have been forgiven if vittorio had burst out in fits of laughter. but he didn't. the matter changed. "made a door." he answered simply. "that's what we can do. we can make doors. it's a lot cooler than it sounds." he was diminishing it a bit. "janus is the god of doorways, right? it's a really weird and sort of specific thing to be the god of, but that's what he is. and he can make these doors that go anywhere. so can we. me and my brother, we - we walked through a door in san francisco and came out here. in a cabin. a freezing cabin." the cold was still quite the blight, and the mention triggered another shiver.

not a very good job, but a job nevertheless. "better everyone's together than split," aldous commented. "at least you've got each other. you would've gotten nowhere with the skeletons and the venti if you didn't." a silver lining. there it was.

he vaguely understood the feeling of a lack of control, the confusion as to how exactly he had gotten in this scenario. "if you're here, you're here," he shrugged. "there's not much you can do about it now. we're all cursed with our families, right? and now you've got a responsibility, even if you don't want it. you'll figure it out."

"the arts are filled with real good names," he commented idly. "before more stuff starts happening, i need a hoodie. or a jacket, or something. if you're new, we could probably go out and find one together, right? i'm really not liking the cold."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: quest group.
ivi diner

he hadn't read the headline when the comments about kingston spilled from his mouth, but as soon as he managed to make out the words, teilo's face dropped. "oh, bugger," he murmured. "that's -" that was bad. that was really bad. he leaned forward, took a closer look, glanced at mira when she asked her questions.

"he's just a guy. he's a -" he searched desperately for the words. "he was just a politician. that was it. he was a good one. one of the good ones. he was nice, he knew what he was doing. i think - his wife died, or something, and he went into politics, and it was this big redemption. but last i heard he was the minister for transport, not defence. i dunno how he would've got that so quickly." unless there was some kind of influence pushing him forward, something divine. "he was just normal, though. he was as normal as normal comes. he was just... you know, nice, but - what the hell? what did he say?" he couldn't make it out from here. "what's even doing in america anyway?"
well, teilo could talk.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: astoria, nicholas, vivienne.
ivicentralia, pennsylvania.

silence filtered through the church, but it wasn't enough. there was an underlying static in the quiet, like the blue light of a television on mute, the sound of electricity coarsing through its wires, the little fizz, the groans of a house. it wasn't enough. without the distraction of conversation, orin was confronted with just how loud the world was. he didn't remember it being so infuritating.

vivienne lingered. she should have been dead. according to his own mantra, she was his enemy, not his opponent, and that meant that he was meant to want to kill her. that she was meant to want to kill him. but he didn't. it was the last thing he wanted.

"i'm sorry," he said, his voice surprising him. "they should've done more for you. at camp. they could've saved her." there was a bit of bitterness in his tone. "for what it's worth, i get it. i get why you're here and not there." god only knew that if benji's death could have been blamed on something other than orin's scent, he would've taken the chance to battle it. he would have ended up exactly the same as her. "i -" he pursed his lips. "they sort of screwed me over too." he chewed the inside of his cheek, glanced at astoria. "sorry. you don't wanna hear it. last thing you wanna hear is me pretending to be the... the good guy. but i get it. if that means anything to you." orin looked at her then, silenced the mindless chatter and simply shook his head. there was not much left to say. it just needed to be out.