Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[sweet.peaches~]

「 ʀᴏʙʏɴ ᴀᴅᴀᴍs 」
🌺 17 | she/her | aphrodite | location: cabin areas -> walking to mess hall | tags: collin, open

"sorry, I’m not great at gossip. usually leave that to your cabin." as much as some of her cabinmates hated the stereotypes surrounding them, it wasn't like robyn could disagree. many aphrodite folks just 'happened' to gossip so much that they were notorious for it. at first it looked like collin had been offended or hurt by something she said but when robyn took a double-take on the son of zeus, he seemed relatively fine. must've been my imagination. gods, i should stop trying to be such a person pleaser. she was not a person pleaser, at least to most. so why should robyn appear that way? the half-blood smiled, "might try it out later. one of the perks" - one of the only perks, she thought to herself - "of being a daughter of aphrodite is shapeshifting after all. though i suppose it would be cool to be able to zap things and fly." robyn was more bitter about being god-related than her mother being a lame goddess (no offense mom please don't hurt me) but it was completely unfair that she had to uphold the stereotypical image of aphrodite children with little advantages. yeah, kids of zeus have to worry about being monster chow but even demeter kids have better abilities than i do. the pity party she was throwing herself wouldn't help her and so robyn did her best to push it down and hid behind the smile.

"if you somehow get trapped in some monster's lair and the only way to get out is telling them stupid gossip from an amazing demigod, then i hope you remember it," she giggled, even if she truly didn't believe that she was 'an amazing demigod.' robyn immediately stepped into the vicinity of the cabin areas right before she heard the familiar sound of the horn ringing across camp. dinner. i sure am ready for it. "oh, and ehm before i go, thanks for being nice. well, technically thanks for checking up on us. which was nice of you. i appreciate it, and i think mateo appreciates it too." robyn gave him a thumbs-up for 'a+ behavior.' "have a good dinner. if you ever want to go on a joyride, call me up," she flashed a grin before walking away. to the mess hall- no wait, he's going in the same direction i am, why am i saying goodbye? if i go back it's just awkward so uhhhh. robyn continued her stroll after the realization (though refused further eye contact in hopes that he didn't ask her about it). now,, what to eat? she hungrily wondered.

「 ɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴɪᴇʟ "ɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ" ʜᴀʀᴛ 」
🌿 15 | he/him | demeter | location: athena cabin | tags: cass

he clapped his hands, "great!! i'll uh." he frowned. what do ravens eat? then his smile went back up. "i'll get him some fruit. they're omnivores right?" nathan asked. "i'm sure my half-siblings won't mind picking a few berries off our garden for the awesome edgar," he continued to shower her pet with more attention and pats. "just make sure they're like. not poisonous to ravens for me, okay?" nathaniel wasn't an expert on birds. but they were very cute so maybe it was a good reason for him to start more research on them. his grin became even bigger when he stared at her with the puppy-dog eyes, thinking that it had worked. the dinner horn made him flinch as it was so sudden and food wasn't one of his many priorities. have i ate today? the voice in his head asked. uhhhh. no. the son of demeter regained his composure after the little scare, beaming when she suggested the compromise. why doesn't she want to eat it separately though- oh. understanding hit him way later than appreciated - nathan wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. well, it works anyways. i think. "yay!" he cheered. before going to the mess hall, nathaniel ran over to where he found the backpack and put it back. the bag of ambrosia was still in his hand but he decided to take out one cube for cass and put the rest back. whoever it belonged to probably needed it more than him. sprinting back to cass (so another venti wouldn't appear out of nowhere) while waving the cube with his left arm at her, he stopped right in front of her. reaching his right arm out to help her up, he said, "let's go have dinner now. we deserve it."

[takara]

☄ | 𝓐𝓰𝓰𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷
15 | She/her | Unknown/Cabin 11| The Van | Quest group | Ash

Aggy didn't even have time to protest the her full name before the sand took her out. In fact, she didn't have time to protest the sand itself. She blinked hard, and her body slumped against her seat.

Fluttering her eyelids a few more times to get the grittiness out, Aggy shoved her palms into her eyes and swiped at the microscopic nusiance. It didn't help. "Are you out of your mind!" She hissed, shooting a lidded glare at the offending boy. He would pay for this! Aggy took a wide swing, fully intending on engaging him right there in the car, but her hands swatted at thin air. "Not so brave now, are we?" No answer. Aggy peeled open her eyes, and found that she was no longer in the van at all. Oh, this must be a demigod feature.

It blows that there's nothing here. Like seriously, would a little decor hurt? She examined the space around her, a field of scruffy carpet that went as far as the eye could see. Shrugging to herself, Aggy picked a direction and went with it. The endless nothingness offered few choices.

"Agatha?" She knew that voice. Faintly, like a memory from a dream. Aggy? The women sounded uncertain. Aggy cocked her head and tried to make sense of her nebulous form. Long hair framed her glass skin, but what was really catching was her eyes, mildly tarnished silver? Whatever it was, it drew Aggy in and kept her there.
"In the flesh,"
Aggy heard rather than saw the scoff.
"As you say," There was a laugh somewhere in there, and Aggy wanted for nothing more than to pull out Flora and free it from her. He hand reached for the blade, but came up empty.
"What do you want?" Her voice creaked. She stiffened.
As if an answer, the women held out a large flashlight and a pack of gum.
"The choice is yours, little one," She had the audacity to smile.
"I'm not little!" The redhead cried, wincing when she heard how utterly seven years old that sounded.
She wasn't rewarded with an answer.
"The gum. I'll take the gum." The short girl said, choosing on a whim. She held her hands out, palms up in expectation.
"An interesting selection," The women said, as the air steadily grew darker. "But the choice was yours." With that, everything went black.

Aggy didn't get her gum.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|outside|tags: Orin

When he mentioned Vivienne again, Auggie knew she should have been more concerned about it than she really was. A distant, nagging voice in the back of her mind reminding her that she was the enemy, the supposed cause of every plight they’d faced in the last two days, but she really didn’t care. It wasn’t big enough to take up a space in the state of her mind, and she was somewhat glad he hadn’t come back confessing to a murder, not that it necessarily would have changed anything. “You don't seem too worried about having ghosts in you head.” She didn't want him to be worried, but she was already scared enough. A lot had happened, a lot of horrible and terrifying things, and she was familiar enough with his tendency to brush things aside as if it were nothing—a habit she seemed to be exhibiting herself quite often.

And then he was rambling, the way that he always did, and she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. It was nothing, an endless flood of words spilling from his mouth, but the warm feeling in her chest suggested otherwise. It seemed to be nonsense for the most part, she had little to no idea what he was actually going on about, but she’d missed it. She'd missed hearing his voice, his inane ramblings and ridiculous commentaries. She’d missed him.

The amused expression didn’t entirely fade, though her brow furrowed slightly as he continued on, the anxiousness behind his words seeming to grow. “What are you—” Her question was never finished, he barrelled on. The rambling seemed to be going somewhere, though it wasn’t exactly clear where until he looked down at her, cut himself off and kissed her. The world around them fell away, a colourless backdrop to it's opposite, to everything.

She’d been afraid before, not of him, but of the inexplicable way that she cared more about him than anyone else, more than she could actually control. The idea had terrified her, made her want to run as fast and as far away as she could, but it was pointless. Because she’d already lost him once, and it had hurt exactly as much as she’d thought it would. It had destroyed her. But it was obvious now that that was unavoidable. Running away didn’t make it hurt less. Running away didn’t make her care less. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about that, even if she’d wanted to. And she really didn't want to.

She drew closer to him, hand sliding to the nape of his neck, heart hammering in her chest, nothing left in her mind but this. Slowly she pulled back just enough to gaze up at him, a soft smile playing across her lips. “If I’d known there was a way to shut you up I would’ve tried that sooner.” She didn’t give him a chance to respond to the gibe before leaning in and kissing him again.

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: The Van|Tags: Quest Group|

Mirabelle was pulled from her bittersweet reminiscence by Jamie's voice. "I honestly don't mind sharing a room with any of you - does anyone have any particular preference on roommate, or...?" She trailed off as a partial question was aired - not to her, but to someone in the back, it seemed. She'd had her eyes fixed on the horizon in hopes of soothing the mild nausea that churned her stomach into knots. "...what's going on back there?" Aggy was unusually quiet, for one. That didn't bode well. Her face took on a decisive expression as she risked a glance back at the other passengers. Everything seemed to be perfectly in order, except for a certain sleeping redheaded girl who had definitely not been sleeping just a few moments prior. Mirabelle shot Ash a wry look before an uncomfortable tightness in her throat made her turn her gaze back to the snowy horizon line.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin Seven|Tags: Tulip, satyr/nymph NPCs|

Juliet had been about to try and get herself up when a satyr approached her - Tulip; she recalled. One didn't soon forget a female satyr. "Heya, Tutu, what's up?" She tried on her best smirk, but the fatigue tugging at her bones made it seem sleepy and unfocused. She let loose a small scoff as the satyr asked her question, rolling her eyes a little. "Uh, we were attacked, duh," she informed the curly-haired girl. "A bunch of venti and undead schmucks. You should've seen 'em; it was like a horror movie out there. Except with less stupidity and more yelling." She offered Tulip a lackadaisical grin as she gave the rundown, complete with dramatic sounds and gestures. It was reminiscent of the tale she had told Ryan earlier, though starting at the beginning of the attack instead of summarising the past few days.

Soon after she had finished, the sound of a horn being blown signaled a call to dinner. A late dinner, but dinner nonetheless. Juliet was at loathe to leave the confines of her blankets. Luckily, it didn't seem like she would have to. A flock of satyrs and nymphs soon flooded the cabin, taking food orders from the campers who couldn't leave the cabin. Juliet figured she would simply ham up her injuries and get some free labour out of it. Besides, she was fairly certain one of the Apollo kids would yell at her if she tried to leave. A tall, beautiful nymph was soon whisking out of the building to fulfil Juliet's requests. She had made a face at the quantity, but if there was anything Juliet was known for, it was her large appetite. Well, that and her notorious pranks.

|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Elfie, Hank, (Izzy)|

Elfie's exuberant albeit odd greeting had him grinning, though he couldn't deny the nervous nature of the smile. "Uh - like, yeah, uh... hi? Thanks? Uh... like, what's the buzz, man?" Wait - did she just say his shirt was speaking to her? "Uh... shirt-speaking... is that like some new demigod power or something? I uh - like - what's it saying, man?" Could shirts talk? They weren't living creatures, therefore he didn't think so... but Elfie seemed so sure his shirt was saying something. It was a valid question.

Hank didn't seem to mind being bumped into, but that was little surprise to Chuck. The satyr couldn't help but be a bit shocked when the son of Apollo reached out and touched his tie-dyed shirt, and even moreso when Hank pulled him into a hug. He knew the sun-kissed demigod was friendly, but this was a whole new level. And there was still something... off about him and Elfie both. Still, Chuck returned the embrace with a bit of awkwardness given the situation. "Uhhh... I'm good, man, I'm good. I think." Are they like, sick or something? Or delirious from exhaustion? Hank's skin hadn't felt warm when he'd hugged him. Well, no warmer than usual, that was.

"Uh... livestock-ified?" Was that even a word? Now he knew something was really up. "No man, no, I'm like... born this way, dude. You know that... uh..." The thought occurred to him that Hank did have some difficulty when it came to perceiving through the Mist... was he seeing Chuck's true form for the first time? Weird.


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

Vivienne's face remained eerily impassive as she listened to Nicholas as he explained exactly why she couldn't have the one thing she wanted, no - the one thing she needed. Her heart sank deep into the waves of her sorrow. It is not that he cannot do it - he will not. Her gaze fell as she watched her hopes plunge and land with a thud on the floor of the dusty church, rolling beneath the pews. She thought it better to leave it there. What was the point of hoping? Hope - the cruelest emotion of all. All too easily crushed; leaving sand streaming through her fingers too fine and fast to hold.

Vivienne visibly flinched at the mention of Bob and Jean - her last foster parents. Dark and dreary memories flashed across her field of vision. She knew what had happened now, of course. The electrocution. The heart attack. It was no defective coffee maker. She had been quiet and reserved then, and there's a lot you pick up when you're not saying much. She hadn't missed the guilt twisting her fondest friend into pieces, despite how horrid of a person Bob had been. It was an accident - she knew that. They were just discovering their powers then; unbridled forces of emotion made physical. It had stormed horribly that night. The night she'd overheard the social worker saying she was going to split them up. The night Audra asked her to run away with her, and she agreed. Running away. It was all she had ever been good at. Audra was a fighter, but there was only so much fighting could get you at that age. The adults never took them seriously. They never listened to what they wanted. It was all what was most convenient for them. Whatever was easiest in the selfish eyes of the grown-ups.

Nicholas was still talking - more defence as to why he couldn't just restore life on a whim. She understood - she did; logically it would be unjust to use a power in that manner. But Audra's death had been unjust. Still - it wasn't a position she wanted to put him in. The fight had gone from her entirely now; her slender frame slumping under the weight of her grief and exhaustion. It still hurt - it hurt that he wouldn't bring her back. But she understood. She wasn't special - she shouldn't expect any special treatment. She had her answer, and the answer was no. Now, only what question remained.

"Where do we go from here?" Her voice sagged with fatigue; rough with the jagged edges of absent tears. She was tired - she was so, so tired; the kind of tired that sunk deep into your bones and dragged you to the floor. But she couldn't go back to Khione - could she? Not after everything that had happened. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps she'd go back tomorrow - play the obedient incognisant daughter for a while. Just until she had enough to figure out what Khione was really up to. It was a half-baked plan, but a plan nonetheless.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie auggie auggie.
ivioutside.

"they're alright. they're good people," they weren't malignant spirits, not there to cause trouble - annoying, certainly, especially when he had been trying to think, but it appeared that they had good intentions. "i know 'em. i know everything about them. it's more like having... roommates." the muttered chatter wasn't the trouble. he knew there was something else that he was ignoring, but if he was ignoring it, it was clearly for good reason. he'd deal with it later. "i'll never say no to more mates. even if they're from the middle ages. they've got good words, mind. like, uh..." he wracked the populated mind. "fustilarian."

it was hard for him to say what he wanted to say. that was the long and short of it. he was good at talking a lot and saying nothing - it made hiding things much easier. if people believed that he was open about everything, if they went into a conversation with him and believed that he had revealed something when in actual fact he had simply gone on about some banal topic, then hiding in plain sight became less of a struggle. it had become a habit, definitely, and one that he didn't want to carry on with auggie. of course, hard to kick something that had got its grips on him already, but the action - the following action, the action he had feared until he'd talked himself into a corner - was that first jump. the leap of vulnerability that felt necessary. he could talk all he wanted. action felt better.

there was a little moment, a planck of time, where he wondered whether it was the wrong decision, if he had read the mood like he was illiterate, but then, a miracle, the kiss returned, his heart loud and slamming, the blood rushing to his head in all of the right ways. dizzy and happy and definitely, undoubtedly alive. action was better. the taste of salt from tears that had transformed from shattered sobs to joyous weeps proved that. a bit of him was rather thankful for the lack of electrical objects in the vicinity, certain that a surge would have been imminent from the buzz barely controlled beneath the skin of his palms.

he barely noticed what she said in the fuzz of the moment, but when it processed - rather too late to reply - he grinned. that was about right. the fabled mute button finally discovered. it came as no surprise. he was breathless and speechless in all of the right ways, and when he finally mustered up the drive to pull away, look at her again, a laugh spilt from him, because she was completely right - for once, he was lost for words.

"don't go giving away trade secrets," he finally settled on saying, a note quieter than he had been. fingers drifted through the hair that had stuck in his head, the indelible shock of colour that had stuck around, a comfortable stalwart. "otherwise everyone'll be trying it." he paused for thought, a little snow-drifted breeze cutting through the warmth of the encounter. a little reminder of the situation at hand - it was freezing, and she had been shot, and that felt like something to consider. "forgot how baltic it was here." he murmured, then let out another laugh. "i can't believe you've got me talking about the weather for something to say."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨 ！！ x─────ix ✩
x──────i ii dionysus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: hank, chuck. ivi dining pavilion.

elfie looked close at the dancing colours. "i dunno. it's just..." a refocus, trying to piece together the so-called words of the tie dye. "it's like, it's singing, but it's just... how - where did you get this shirt, chuck? i need one." she said. "that shirt's got secrets." her eyes widened. "does that mean you've got secrets?" she scoffed at the thought. surely not chuck. that was a ridiculous notion, probably. he just seemed so trustworthy, and his shirt looked so nice.

as the mess hall came into vision, in all of its fragmented glory, the colours shining, she found herself truly looking at the people who dotted the benches. it was as though she could feel all that they were emanating, all of the emotions hidden behind masks and shells. hank was saying something about livestock - it didn't matter. the feelings mattered.
a little shadow in the corner of her vision danced. with it, an iota logic returned. this wasn't what was meant to happen. she had done something bad. it felt good, but it had been bad. it was wrong, she wasn't supposed to do it. and she had done it to hank as well, which was worse.

she rather wanted it to be over.

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

a glance in the rearview mirror confirmed that aggy had been knocked out. reasonable thought was that it had something to do with ash - a blessing from hypnos himself, it appeared. nice one - would be pleasant to be able to send someone to sleep with that much ease. would be pleasant to be in the vicinity of someone who could send someone to sleep with that much ease. with the compounding stress of the day, a restful sleep felt less and less possible. unless - "if you've got any more of that, you're with me, ash," he said, only half-joking.

the lack of incessant questions and energy coming from behind had done wonders on the mental toll. as he manoeuvred the van onto a main road, headlights beaming and threatening dazzlement, he settled into the routine, finally coming to grips with the van that he held. a thread of a memory - 's'like holding two loaded guns, griff. finger on trigger. you're sitting in a weapon of mass destruction. no pressure.'
he found himself wondering if the trips to the abandoned car lots, if the thieving and the joyriding had been for some other reason, something that teilo hadn't been able to see in the moment. he'd been taught handbrake turns and driving in snow and ice, he'd been taught switchbacks with empty bottles and parking bays, steering into the skids, and as the road stretched out, the horizon in vision, it felt as though the curtain had finally risen on the nights that he had put down to mindless fun.

there was a spirit on the road. he recognised it, drove straight through the apparition. "sorry," he muttered, as though the scattered wraith would hear him from inside the van. the thing was bound to the road, unable to move on from something or another. it was a shame. it wasn't the ghost that he wanted to see.

"let me know when to turn off," he said to mira, settling back into the seat. quite the journey ahead of them.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|outside|tags: Orin

She was a little bothered by how unconcerned he seemed about the presence in his head, but it didn’t feel right to start questioning him further about it now. “Roommates,” she repeated sceptically. “Of course.” She shook her head, raising an eyebrow at the word suddenly procured from somewhere. “Fus…” She wasn’t going to try that. “Yeah, I’m sure that one’ll come in handy.”

For a moment, she forgot that she was in pain. She forgot that she’d been hurt, that they’d been through a battle, that the previous few hours had been some of the worst of her life. It was all gone. It felt as though there were sparks of electricity dancing through her, electrifying her blood, and she wasn’t sure the feeling actually had anything to do with his powers.

It seemed he actually had been rendered temporarily speechless, something she hadn’t really thought possible, and when he finally made his comment, all she could do was laugh. She knew this was usually the part where she’d say something, make some witty comment, teasing him for not being able to do the thing he supposedly did best, but her mind had fallen completely and utterly, blissfully blank, nothing but static crackling in her brain. Hypocritical. “They better not,” she managed finally, the words leaving her mouth before she had a chance to think about them, though she didn't really regret saying it once she had. A shiver passed through her that she chose to blame on the cold breeze swirling around them and nothing else. The way that her heart was still pounding in her chest wasn't so easily explained away.

She froze when he spoke again, giving him a confused look at the sudden observation. It was cold. The borrowed hoodie wasn’t doing much to keep her warm and she was becoming more and more aware of the pain in her right arm, though it still didn’t seem to matter half as much as anything else, and the statement seemed to come out of nowhere. After the following realization, she burst out laughing, leaning into him and resting her forehead on his chest. “You’re an idiot,” she mumbled through the smile. “Are we back to small talk after that? Is that where we’re at now?”

She lifted her head to look at him and was hit with a sudden wave of lightheadedness, not dissimilar to how she’d felt a moment before, though the cause was certainly less pleasant. She drew in a shaky breath, clutching her arm with the opposite hand. “I’m fine,” she said quickly, not wanting to give Orin a chance to ask. It didn’t matter what she said, he’d see through her anyways. She was still going to try. She could still pretend she wasn’t already swaying on her feet.

━━━ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨

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

It went without saying that a chest injury was bad. After seeing the pain the others with phantom bullet wounds had gone through, Stella was surprised the boy was still upright. "Okay," she nodded quickly. "I'll find one of the healers once we get inside, have them take a look. You're still breathing and there doesn't seem to be any blood so you should be okay." Her mind was still reeling slightly from seeing her friend, just for a brief moment. But she had to push the distraction aside, focus on those who needed her help.

He coughed, and she was a little surprised that he still had the decency to cover his mouth, even in the state he was in. That had to be a good sign. Then he was grumbling something about the ghosts not finishing the job. Stella was mostly relieved by the lack of blood--though not surprised with what she'd seen already. "That's a good thing. Keeping you alive is what we want." An obvious statement, but she figured it was better to keep talking, keep him awake and conscious--and preferably calm, rather than worrying about what was or wasn't a pointless thing to say. She matched his pace as they walked, taking extreme care not to jostle him too much, and paused when they reached the porch. "Okay, just take the steps slowly. I'm not strong enough to carry you inside if you hurt yourself more and I don't want to drag you."

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie auggie auggie.
ivioutside.

there weren't many ways to describe the feeling that rushed through orin - the sense that this was the beginning of happiness, the start of something that would last much longer than the snow underfoot or the terror of the happenings outside - he hadn't felt like this in a long time. and though the nagging naysayer in his head would have normally been present, warning him of history's repetitive nature, the tragedy that was certain to come, just from the circumstance of patterns being revisited, it was effectively silenced by something. maybe that's what the dozen were doing, busying themselves with that. it was clear that they were happy with the situation - it was the most silent they'd been in a while. the tear between missing their mindless babble and revelling in the joyous quiet was that of a tightrope that he was trying to manoeuvre across. the only thoughts in his head were his own, and they were fleeting, happy, meaningless threads that weren't coming together to form coherent sentences. "i don't think it work as well with anyone else," he raised his eyebrows. the breeze was sobering - could have put a halt to it, but the chill was nice. an excuse for the hairs that stood up on the back of his neck, at the very least. "funny feeling that you've mastered this one. be careful with it."

"through and through," orin matched the laugh. "no one's denying that one." the head against his chest, against his very-much-beating heart, which swelled and burst, was welcomed. a bit of warmth in the cold that vyed for their attention. "back to small talk? we never started at small talk. i've still gotta ask you if you saw the game last night. dunno what wenger was thinking, bringing walcott on that early? thing about arsenal is, they always try to walk it in." it meant nothing, just words, but that was alright. he was just glad to say something to her, to have the moments of meaningless babble back.

he caught it quickly, the little change, and a hand went to the side of her undamaged arm to steady her. "you've been shot," he reminded her. "and now you've got a decision to make, and it's how much you're gonna complain when i inevitably pick you up to take you back to your cabin. warm up. sit down. i've been on my feet an age, augs. i was sat in a pew earlier. me. sitting in a pew. i haven't sat in a pew since -" funerals didn't count. he didn't want funerals to count. "- forever. forever and a year. so i'm betting on a lot of complaining, but today's been full of surprises." he was being lighthearted, letting the humour retain itself, but there was concern on his face that eventually bled through to his tone. "i'd bring you to cabin seven, but i don't fancy the fanfare yet. somewhere quiet. and warm. so i can - you know, try to look after you a bit." as minor as she would have it appear, there was that fear, since returning, since seeing her in the flesh again, that she would just drop, succumb to the stresses that followed, the hell that had come after he had left. "i mean, you've gotta be rested for my funeral, right? i wanna - i've got things planned, see, and if you pass out from exhaustion, you're not gonna be any good with pulling the party poppers at the allocated time, are you?"

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ！！ x─────ix ⚕
x──────i ii aesculapius. iii hunter. iiii tags: felix, open.
ivi cabin seven.

healing was complicated when there was no wound to heal. pain suppression was easy, easy enough, but when there were organs swelling to accommodate for damage that didn't exist, it made things rather hazy on the medicinal front. but without a fight to fight, it was all that was left to do, picking up the pieces.

ollie hadn't been in this cabin for a while. hadn't been in this camp for a while. it was not an understatement to say that it was difficult, standing where she had stood as a rage-addled demigod, but less difficult with the note of anonymity.
of course, that didn't last, because it never could. fate was rude and cruel.
her attentions were focused on a boy whose face had swollen, who was covered in a thin sheen of - what was that? goo? - when a presence at her side made her swing around defensively. "what're you looking at?"
a blonde man, one who had been referred to previously as a doctor - felix, she thought - was watching her with a frown. "do i know you?"
"no," she hissed. "shouldn't you be doing something, doctor?"
"i swear i've seen you before,"
"i was in a calendar once," she said. his eyebrows rose like he believed her. "yeah, they had me under flat-tember. i was posing next to a burning car, holding a dead rabbit. real tasteful. now, if that's over, would you be a good boy and leave me alone?"
he made as though to walk away, then stopped. looked at her with some kind of realisation, a name forming on a mouth that was begging to have a fist put through it, and then shook his head, walked away, went to tend to someone else with a ghostly injury. thank the gods for that. she was not in the mood for a trial of morality.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|outside|tags: Orin

“Oh I won't be,” she responded with a smirk. “I’m going to take advantage of it. You better watch your back, Gorman.” It was a strange feeling, she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so completely unafraid, the last time that she had actually felt happy, but it was a welcome one. For once, it felt like it didn’t matter what the world threw at them, she had him back and that was all that mattered, everything else could be managed.

Auggie laughed again at the response to her question, face still hidden against his chest. She could feel the beat of his heart, the vibration of his voice as he spoke, and for the first time in a long time, she felt safe. He was talking crap again, but it didn’t matter, she was just glad to hear his voice. “Guess there wasn’t really time for that,” she said, recalling the situation they’d had in the forest the day previous.

Of course, the moment of blissful ignorance to everything around them couldn’t last forever, and reality had to come crashing back in in the form of the pain in her arm that she’d been putting off feeling. “You’re not carrying me anywhere,” she shot back quickly. “I got shot in the arm, not the leg. I can still walk.” It was difficult to make herself sound annoyed at him, even slightly. She wasn't doing a very good job at it, and it was more difficult still to wipe the trace of a smile off her face as he chattered on. “It’s not that—” The lie wasn’t finished as dark spots danced in her vision. She could hear the concern in his tone, and despite the ridiculousness of it, felt slightly guilty for putting that expression on his face. There was a brief surge of panic at the mention of Cabin Seven, and Auggie shook her head before he could even finish the sentence. “I’m not going back there.” It wasn’t likely she was ever going back there. What she’d seen there earlier had been bad enough, what she thought she’d seen had only made the idea more frightening.

“Try to look after me,” she repeated. “You just— you’re—” Thoughts weren’t coming easily, swirling away from her like water down a drain. He’d died a few hours ago and now he was trying to take care of her. She grit her teeth, attempting to keep it together. “Oh god, you having a plan can’t lead to anything good.” She was trying to speak lightly, to ignore the pang in her chest at the mention of his funeral. He was standing right next to her, but that didn’t make the words sound any better. “Fine, just...I’m not going anywhere near Cabin Seven.”

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐎’𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

[✵]17|he/him|Zeus|outside|tags: Robyn, open

Collin let out a laugh at the comment involving the typical powers of a child of Zeus. “I’ll admit zapping things can be pretty cool, but I can’t actually fly. I don’t know though, being able to change how you look on a whim seems useful.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I thought about dyeing my hair green once.” He hesitated, frowning slightly. “Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t have that ability.”

“Oh, absolutely. Could save my life.” He gave a small smile, doing his best to keep the mood light, to keep both of their minds off the chaos around them. He was a little surprised when the familiar sound of the hunting horn rang out across camp, it felt like things should have stopped, something so normal feeling out of place with everything that was going on, but he supposed time didn’t stop for battles, and they had to eat.

He looked over at the thanks and the following thumbs up, giving her a more genuine smile than the first. “Of course. Rough time to get here, but I’m glad you’re both alright.” He gave a small wave as she bid him farewell, before immediately realizing he had been about to head in the same direction. He paused momentarily, unsure if it was worse to simply follow or walk in the opposite direction as if he hadn’t also been heading to the mess hall. Quickly deciding that was a ridiculous idea, he set off in his intended direction, slowing his pace to allow Robyn to pull ahead.

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

[✦]16|they/them|Kymopoleia|Dining Pavilion|tags: Liv

When the dinner horn rang, Corey wasted no time in getting themself to the dining pavilion. They made their way over to the buffet table, earning a few glares and annoyed comments as they inserted themself into the middle of what may have been an organized line. Once their plate was piled high with food, they turned and began to head towards their table, but stopped midway there, eyes catching on a small figure looking a little bit lost and incredibly displeased.

A lot had happened over the last few days, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to start something now. But it would be entertaining, and wasn’t it good to find joy in the small things in a time like this? That settled, Corey crossed the pavilion to stand in front of the girl, mouth curling in a smile that looked more like a smirk, eyes glinting like a wild cat honing in on its prey. “What’s up half-pint? You new here? You look a little lost.” They eyed the girl up and down, a snort escaping them as they did. “I think the My Chemical Romance concert is that way.”

[tawneypelt0504]

Jack Morrison|17|Demeter|Pansexual|Loc:Cabin 10--->Woods|Tags/mentions:Astra,Ophelia,Cain,Whiskey, Aphrodite npc's, Bee friends,Open
Jack relaxed once he realized his friend was mostly okay "That's good to hear" He smiled. Glancing up once he heard the dinner bell he remembered that he hadn't eaten lunch today something his stomach reminded him about. Another thing Jack remembered was that he meant to go and check on his bee friends and make sure they were doing okay. "Hey Ophe, I need to head out" Jack said motioning to the door "If you need any more help feel free to let me know" Jack called out with a smile before leaving the cabin. Whiskey following at his heels her head held high showing off her bone trotting with him for a bit before returning back to the Demeter cabin. Jack began to make his way over to the woods heading over to the spot where one of his beehives was. After arriving he noticed that no bees were flying around it and the hive was uncharacteristically silent. Jack slowly approached the structure "Hey guys you alright " Jack called out cautiously. At the sound of his voice, a little bee flew out and buzzed around him causing Jack to let out a sigh of relief. He held out his hand and the bee gently landed on it. "Glad to see you're doing alright little buddy" He said to the insect before gently petting it with his finger. The bee buzzed gratefully and buzzed back inside. Jack took that to mean they were doing alright.

Jack knelt on the ground and began clearing the snow out from under the tree. Once he got a good-sized pile of dirt he placed his hands on the frozen ground and took a deep breath before using his powers to churn up the frozen dirt. Once Jack was satisfied he dug around in his pockets before bringing out a couple of packets of flower seeds and began to plant them before using his powers once more to make them grow. Although Jack wasn't completely sure that the flowers would survive the night he hoped that his godly heritage would help. Just to be sure Jack gave a prayer to his mother asking to help his bee friends and his human friends as well. Making a mental note to give her a good sacrifice at dinner tonight. Satisfied with his work he stood up and began to head to the dining hall.

Cricket|Immortal|Dryad|Asexual panromantic|Loc:Cabin 24---> Dining hall|Tags/mentions:Geese and co,Open
Cricket was currently sitting on the floor of the pan cabin taking a nap with five goslings in their lap and one rather adventurous one atop their head. They had bunkered down during the attack and had brought Oswald and Isabella, as well as the rest of their brood in to keep them safe. Cricket figured that whoever tried to enter the cabin would get a face full of angry geese so they would be well guarded. Hearing the sound that dinner was ready they blearily opened their eyes and let out a big yawn and stretched. "Huh, guess they didn't kill us afterall" They murmured still feeling rather tired, and began to move the goslings from their lap onto the floor. "Goodness you guys are getting so big" Cricket cooed giving each of the little geese a pat on the head "Pretty soon you won't fit on my lap anymore". Cricket received some honks in return before Izzie herded her brood over to the makeshift nest she had made. Cricket mosied out the door slowly heading towards the dining hall as they walked they reached into their sweatshirt pocket and pulled out their boomerang and began throwing it before catching it again humming absentmindedly as they did so.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie auggie auggie.
ivioutside.

the threat, admittedly, wasn't much of a threat, but orin mimed shock anyway. "you'd hold my only weakness over my head?" a little puff of air, the mist that followed evidence of life that felt, for the first time in a while - lasting even before the death, going back months upon months - rather fulfilling. even in the wake of such violence, with the abundance of horror that had been their toil, there was something about how it had slotted together, slid into place that made it all feel a little more worth it. everything had not been for nothing. he had returned with purpose, and that purpose felt spent.

with all the time that they had spent in each others' company, it was almost funny to think that smalltalk had never been an option. beyond them, he supposed - but that was what happened when a first meeting occurred with the helping hand of a blade to the neck and a competition to be won. it felt so far away. "all the time in the world now. i'm gonna talk your ear off about current events." or not. he didn't think he'd be checking the news for a while.

"well, you can walk, just like i can whip up a little tornado if i fancy it, but that doesn't mean you should. it might cause problems. blow a few windows in, and that's a bill you don't wanna pay." he argued. "so the decision you've made here is complaining a lot. i get it." though unaware of why exactly she was so averse to the idea of hobbling back to the apollo cabin, he had his own reservations about the place. there were people likely to be in there that he didn't want to look in the eye yet. he was enjoying the time alone, the vacuum that held no chaos between them. returning to the land of the living was one thing when it came to seeing the people he wanted to see, but there were others that were bound to ruffle his feathers. they were bound to have questions that he didn't particularly want to answer.

orin knew what she was going to say. it was rather obvious - but he brushed over it. in the past now. he wasn't dead anymore, that was his consolation prize. time to get on with things. no use worrying about something that had happened an eternity (or a few hours) ago. "my plans only go poorly when other people ruin 'em. so i don't think my plans are the problem. if everyone would just stick to the script i set them in my head, everything would be a hell of a lot easier." he said, then beamed when she finally agreed. "right, you got a variety of options. i could give you a piggyback, but i haven't given anyone a piggyback since i was fifteen, or... an arms carry, that's easy. fireman's lift would hurt your arm more, thinking about it, so you've really only got two options." he knew he'd misconstrued it a bit, perhaps even intentionally, but he bounced on his heels regardless. "no cabin seven. sod cabin seven. get that in the bin." he shuffled a little to procure the sunglasses from his pocket, waving them about to extend the temples. "and i'm pretty sure that we won't even be seen. i haven't figured these out yet. nothing ever comes with an instruction manual."