Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[Kveykva]

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[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ the Van | Tags: Teilo, Questing Group
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞

"Should be... an hour? That's if we're going about sixty miles per hour..."
"Then I hope everybody took a potty break before we left the diner. The sooner we get to the hotel, the better." Aiden didn't have a tendency to get carsickness unless he tried to read while on the road (with his dyslexia, he got sick trying to read in almost any situation), but being away from camp for a quest spelled danger for them all. With rooming arrangements now settled, Aiden once again withdrew from the conversation. Jamie tried to play a game of I Spy with everyone, but for the most part, the back of the van was quiet with Aggy out of the picture. He didn't think it could be done in a few days, but the hope was that their role - their quest - would reach its conclusion soon enough. All of them would return back to Camp Half-Blood and pass the torch to the next set of demigods, rested and ready to tackle the world falling apart just outside the safety of their walls. Khione was just the beginning, but the gods didn't expect the eight of them to solve the whole problem on their own. Right?

They reached their destination as scheduled, and like a pack of clowns, they piled out of the car once Teilo killed the engine. Aiden scooped his bag from the floor and dropped onto the pavement, shuffling out of the way so that the other questers could join him in the snow. "It's not coming down so bad now, that might be a good sign." Or, it was the calm before the storm. He caught Teilo by the shoulder (arm, really, he had a hard time reaching his shoulder) once he'd left the diver's seat. "Do you still have that bad feeling, or is it gone?" There'd never been a child of Thanatos before, so maybe - there was a chance their earlier concerns were over nothing. It'd certainly give him and everyone some peace of mind.

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[✦] | Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Cabin 7| Tags: Mateo, Finn
❝ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒❞

Wilhelm nodded, always happy to hear about Mateo's family back home. His was a lot bigger than Will's was, and he always had more than a few stories to share when he came to camp for the summer. At least, he did in the past, so Will could only imagine how many he'd missed out on in his absence. "Twins?" his eyebrows raised. "Can't believe I missed th' announcement. Tell 'er congratulations fer me, even if it is three years late." The topic soon shifted gears as mention of their half-sister came and went, and Will found himself surprisingly level-headed in the face of it. " 'm mean died. Six feet under nearly, that daughter of Khione had 'er pinned tighter than Dick's hatband. She would'a died if I 'adn't kept 'er in th' fire." as if that were the only thing he'd done. If consequences were to come for his actions, he'd face them later. "Can't say they'd let y' in, Mateo. Gave me th' boot as soon as she was snug."

Once Ryan recovered from his near tumble, Finn appeared just in time to help him steady it. "Thanks," he responded, moving with Finn over towards the injured camper. Stella might have exaggerated the severity of the injury, but given they were all kids, he didn't expect them to know everything. "I know," Ryan interjected, cutting off the rest of Finn's instruction. "Forgive the harshness, but the faster we work, the better. I've been a trauma nurse for years, I know what I'm doing." he said, coaxing the girl to put her hand into the water while soaking a towel to treat other affected areas. "I'll take care of her, she'll be fine. See if Felix or any of the others need a second set of hands." With a final shooing motion, he waved the boy off. Ryan couldn't say he's made the greatest first impression, but there were more important things going on around them. Aside from her near frostbite, the girl was alright. Thankfully spared from any phantom bullet wounds, at least. The same couldn't be said for most of their other patients. The battle was over, but he had a feeling there was more where that came from.

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[✦] | Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | Centralia, PA ➡ Morgantown, PA | Tags: Vivienne, Kayle
❝ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ❞

Normally, Nicholas hated to be interrupted. But he was rambling, and Vivienne made a very good point. She looked as rough as rough got, so he was quick to bite his tongue on the rest of his words. "Sorry -" the apology came and went. "I'm sure you are, we should - that would be a good idea." It had been a busy day for all of them, and if Nicholas didn't have the divinity in his blood, he'd be just as exhausted as she was. The question now arose of where they could stay the night. Not here in this church, absolutely not - Nicholas wouldn't mind it for himself, but the noxious air would only worsen Vivienne's condition. Plus, he wouldn't make her sleep on a cold wooden floor after all she'd been through. Centralia was a dying township, so they'd have to go elsewhere for a hotel or motel, but that caused its own problems. There'd be questions for sure, dozens, and many of them Nicholas wanted to avoid altogether. Which left...

"Morgantown is only an hour from here," The horseman suggested, passing through a few of the pews to where his body slept peacefully. He pressed his fingers to the side of its neck, checking for a pulse. "so long as you don't mind a drive. Xaliphax knows these roads better than anyone else, and I'm sure he could get us there in less. I'll make you dinner and let you stay in the guest room, unless you're just... viscerally against that." He vanished. The air was still for nearly a minute before his hand raised up from the sea of church pews. His hand, not a spectral one. Nicholas coughed a few times, heaving himself unsteadily to his feet. "I'm in no state to shadow travel us there, so unless there are any objections, let's go." He paused to see if the daughter of Khione would offer her own suggestion and reject his, and when she didn't he whistled for Xaliphax to heel. The pale horse waited at the bottom of the steps, engine idling as the two made their way down. Nicholas crafted a blanket from the shadows of the church and wrapped it around Vivienne's shoulders, guiding her to the passenger door with an arm around her shoulder. Unfortunately, it was more for his sake than hers.

The drive was quiet, as the god didn't think it would be wise to open his mouth to her again. Instead, the inside of the mustang was filled with classic rock radio playing at a low volume, accompanied only by the purr of Xaliphax's engine as they flew down the highway. Leaving Centralia had been a bit rocky, but the remainder of the trip was smooth sailing, courtesy of the pale horse. Nicholas murmured a thank-you to his steed. All the nectar in his system had started working its magic, but even the slightest jolt of the vehicle sent needles of pain through his head. "I might have to explain myself in the morning," he said softly as they pulled off towards Morgantown. "I didn't have plans to come back this early, so depending, we might get held up." a forewarning, just in case.

It wasn't too much longer before Xaliphax crawled his way up the lone driveway at the end of the street, seeming to drive himself as Death massaged his forehead in an attempt to reduce the pain. Nicholas never did add on a garage to the stallion's distaste, so he settled under the steel tent and let out his passengers. "Probably not the palace you'd expect for a horseman." Nicholas joked, though there was nothing behind it. He plucked the keys from the ignition and pulled himself from the driver's seat, still leaning heavily on his cane as he hobbled his way to the door. It was quaint, to say the least. Aside from the garden around the house looking a touch overgrown, Nicholas took good care of it. He went to open the door, almost too fuzzy headed to miss that it was unlocked. He was barely through the living room when he stopped, extending a hand to move Vivienne behind him. Just in the kitchen, someone appeared to be going through the fridge. Nicholas flipped the light switch with his wing, revealing a girl with long, messy auburn hair. Although she didn't seem to realize she'd been caught, Nicholas went from being fully on guard to completely relaxed, wings sagging. "Jesus Christ, Kayle!" a few other choice curses were murmured before he called her name, which is what finally got the girl's attention. "Oh sh - uh, heyyyy Nick... You're home early." It seemed she was trying really hard to pretend she wasn't doing anything.

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[✦] | Oracle of Delphi | 23 | Male | ➡ Cabin 10 | Tags: Jack, Astra, Aphrodite NPCs, Honey
❝ 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠❞

He'd insulted her, but she didn't sound too taken by it. A positive, he supposed. Let's see how long it took for his luck to run out. "Okay is good." Cain managed, gulping down a few deep breaths to calm his heart. "Y-You're brave, at least. I can't even—" the thought alone completely reversed his attempts to keep calm. "I don't like ghosts." That was an understatement.

After a few minutes, his adrenaline started to fade, and the pain screaming from his arm became more apparent, leaving his attention divided. He tried to ignore it; he wanted to ignore it, because maybe if he turned a blind eye to the pain long enough it would go away. The fool-proof tactic to fend off monsters in the closet never seemed to work for Cain, so it was no surprise when it failed him once again. He tugged the sleeve up to his elbow, dismayed to find his arm coated in a thin layer of frost, unbothered by the cabin's warmth. He didn't know what a ventus was capable of, but common sense told him this bite wasn't good. "It hurts." How much was the real question, and Cain wasn't certain he could give an accurate rating. "It hurts a lot." That will have to do.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

It felt a bit hypocritical, asking for honesty when she wasn’t sure she possessed the ability to give as much up herself, but that was irrelevant, something to be worried about at a later time. She wanted to help in any way that she could. She wanted him to know that she was there, that she could be trusted. Nothing she was holding back was nearly as dire as Orin's situation, and she’d learnt some things were better kept to herself.

The world was always ending. He'd said that before, it felt like years ago now. Auggie hadn't wanted the reminder of the world ending at the time, she'd tried to avoid thinking about it. But a lot had happened since then, and apparently it had been enough to desensitize her to the idea. “And yet it doesn’t,” she added bitterly. It sounded optimistic, but she hadn’t meant it to. The world was always ending. It was always burning or crumbling or getting blown up, and yet it refused to stop spinning completely. It left its inhabitants to deal with the aftermath, sifting through the rubble to find some semblance of the life they’d had before. She hadn’t meant it optimistically at all.

“It’s not a problem to not want to murder someone. It’s…” She frowned. “She’s a teenager. Nobody even knows if she’s really the one behind all this. I’m not defending her but...it would’ve been worse if you'd killed her and then found out she wasn’t. It’s not like—she’s not just a bug you can squish and suddenly your problem is gone. She’s a person.” That may have been besides the point, slightly sidetracked by the idea of killing someone simply because they were supposedly the enemy. She was still tired, still in pain, still worried about whatever was going on inside his head despite the insistence that he was fine. She was listening, doing her best to take it all in, but some of his words washed over her without immediate recognition. There was something about what he’d said that bothered her, but she couldn’t quite place it yet, nothing more than an unsettled feeling.

A genuine smile crossed her face at the rebuttal on the eel topic, relieved to have returned to something a little less grim. “I can see that. Hoverboards are kinda lame though, I think you could do better than that.” She considered it for a moment, thoughts moving slower now that the concern was fading. “You could convince them that humans are actually like...lizard people, and the way to reveal their true forms has been lost over time. Then you’d get a bunch of uptight historians trying to figure out how to turn into lizards.” She paused, scrunching up her face as her own words set in. “I sound like I got hit in the head. I promise I didn’t get hit in the head.”

Possibly a poor choice of words again. She didn’t apologize this time, but something had been set off in her brain at the reminder of the thing she didn't want to think about, pieces clicking into place as what he’d said moments before came back a little clearer. “Wait, what did you mean everyone sees you as a traitor? And Lucy…” She turned to look at him, confusion marking her expression. She hadn’t been present for whatever had set off the chain of events leading them to Cabin Seven earlier that day. She hadn’t had a chance to question any of it, the idea of doing so hadn't even crossed her mind, but now she was getting the impression there was more to the story than what she was privy to. “What did Lucy say?”

[The Fox]

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After dispatching the last of the skeletons, Chad searched the field for his weapons. He turned each one back into its charm form before putting them back onto his silver bracelets. At the sound of Mr. D's voice he raised his head. "Time to go I guess..."

He made his way back to the central pavillion where Chiron would make his announcements. Despite not knowing anyone, a heavy weight fell upon Chad's shoulders at the mention of funerals happening tonight. Chad never expected to have to help bury anyone in his first week. He hadn't done enough it seemed. Sure he was able to return the fleece to the tree, but he wasn't even syre he was able to save the two campers he encountered. And one of them he had never even found. He offered about half of his dinner to the fire. To the gods. Made a small prayer and then went back to his table.

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn Parking Lot|Tags: Quest Group|

Mirabelle's moment of solitude was shattered as another presence registered in her vicinity. Teilo. She thanked the gods for his silence; comforting in the wake of the noise of the car. He had been apologising under his breath intermittently throughout the drive - she couldn't hasten a guess at who or what for. Curious, yes, but it was none of her business. She didn't even think he knew she'd heard him over the blaring radio and the chatter from the backseat.

The cold breeze cut like a knife. She pulled her coat tighter around herself as a little shiver shook her shoulders. With her feet on solid ground, the nausea had begun to settle a bit. Some colour had returned to her cheeks, though she couldn't say if it was from the biting wind or the fact that she was feeling marginally better. Her head gave a sharp pang as her eyes drifted over the signage atop the building. Ugh. I wish everything was in French or Greek. Though her dyslexia wasn't as severe as that of most demigods, deciphering the roadmap had reawakened the nagging headache she'd been fighting all day. It'll be nice to get some sleep. Hopefully that would chase the blasted thing away.

As the others began to clamber out of the vehicle, she returned to the trunk to retrieve her armour. It would have fit in her backpack, there was no doubt. Thank you, Hecate cabin. But she needed it easily accessible in case of combat. That is, if she had the chance to put it on. With her wine-coloured duffel slung over her back and her backpack weighing down her shoulders, she returned to where the small group seemed to be gathering.

Aiden was saying something about the snow - how it wasn't beating down on them as hard as it had been. That might be a good sign. His words echoing in her mind. I hope. She had the uneasy feeling that this was just a small respite in what was sure to be a wicked storm. Either that, or it was just the remnants of motion-sickness. She listened as Aiden posed his next question, though did her best to look as if she weren't eavesdropping. Adjusting straps of her backpack as he talked. It was an inquiry she would have liked to know the answer to as well. Still, there was no need to be rude. That and she didn't want to disrupt the quiet atmosphere that lingered in the frosty air.


|⟡|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.

|✂|Liv Keary|15|She/Her|Iris (Unclaimed)|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Corey|

So Corey was cool with Paramore. That was good. Wait - why do I care what they think? No, I don't care. I don't care at all! Liv stomped a combat-booted foot in the ground, as if that would do anything to dispel her conflicted thoughts. At Corey's inquiry as to her name, Liv hesitated. So what? Give them your name. What're they gonna do; make fun of you? Rolling her eyes with a dramatic sigh, she shifted her weight. "It's Liv." She didn't offer anything more, but she didn't see why she needed to. Besides, that horse guy was talking.

Did they say sader? Isn't that what Glenn said he was? She figured she'd learn sooner or later. Liv didn't care that she was still standing. She was hungry. So she took a bite of her food and continued to eat while the horse-man - what the hell was he supposed to be, even? - kept going on about things she didn't understand. The mention of funerals had her eyes widening as she swallowed a chunk of her sandwich. "Hold up." Her voice was low enough not to be noticed by the horse-man or whoever, but definitely audible to those around her. "People die at this camp?" Her question was answered soon enough with talk of underwear - wait no, Underworld - and battle. "That's metal."


|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion; Dionysus Table|Tags: Open|

Chuck quickly slid into a seat at Mr. D's table, even as Chiron finished up. So we're like, totally at war, man. Not cool; not cool like, at all. If there was one thing Chuck disliked more than anything, it was conflict. Well, that and going underground. But if his home was being threatened, he was going to help defend it. ...Maybe not if that meant fighting more monsters, though. Setting traps was one thing, but what he had done on the battlefield earlier that day? The thought of repeating it made him want to pass out. He barely even noticed that he had eaten his fork.


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

Nicholas's apology fell on tired ears. She barely gave a nod in acknowledgement as he agreed with her suggestion, then posed one of his own. Morgantown. Where she had first met the horseman. Well, she hadn't known he was a horseman yet. He had just seemed a perfectly normal person - well, normal as far as she knew. Minus the wings. If not for the ache in her bones demanding sleep, she would have protested. It was... odd to be invited into someone's home. A new experience. A change. And Vivienne wasn't so sure she liked change.

The sound of coughing had her heavy eyelids flying wide, only to see that it was Nicholas back in corporeal form. That is... that is splendid. He was chatting about shadow travel now, bringing her bleary mind back to the talk of taking Xaliphax. But how would a horse - oh, I suppose that is correct. She had forgotten he could become a car. She was far too exhausted to put up any argument, so she simply allowed herself to be led to the pale steed. She barely even noticed what Nicholas was doing until he was wrapping something soft around her shoulders. She flinched at first to the physical contact; a subconscious reaction brought about by years of its absence. But she relaxed as the fatigue descended upon her once more; crashing over her head like a great wave. He was leaning on her as they walked to the car - horse? horsecar? she shook her head slightly - but she was too tired to care. She was probably leaning on him just as much.

The drive wasn't long. Or it didn't feel long to Vivienne, given that she spent most of the time drifting in and out of consciousness. She never fully gave in, however. Every time she felt herself start to fall into the warm embrace of sleep, she forced her eyes open with a groggy resolve. The classic rock wasn't exactly to her taste. She far preferred the fluctuating strains of Vivaldi and the stirring melodies of Debussy. But that was alright. It wasn't as if she had the focus to listen. Then they were pulling off - into Morgantown, presumably - and Nicholas was breaking the silence. Something about getting held up. She simply made a small noise in acknowledgement before resuming her constant battle with Hypnos.

When they pulled into the driveway, Vivienne had to force herself into some semblance of wakefulness. She didn't like being this vulnerable in a new environment. Especially given that she was basically being forced into trusting Nicholas with her welfare; a fact which elicited a strange mixture of guilt and resentment. His joke fell flat in the face of her fatigue - it was taking all the energy she had just to remain alert in case of attack. The house seemed quite nice, but all Vivienne had to compare it to were the foster homes she'd grown up in. She followed behind him as he tottered to the door. She may have been exhausted, but it seemed strange to her that he'd left it unlocked. Almost out of habit, she reached for her battleaxe. But she had left it in the car - er, Xaliphax. She wasn't entirely sure how that worked, but hopefully the axe wouldn't be inside of him when he reverted to horse form. Instead, a thin dagger of ice formed at her fingertips, ready for use should things get hairy. There were sounds coming from somewhere deeper in the house. Nicholas gently moved her behind him when they reached the living room, apparently having noticed the noise. She was too tired to complain. When his body sagged in relief at the sight of the apparent fridge thief, she couldn't help but be surprised. Surprised yes, but still wary. At least he seemed to know the intruder. And she seemed to know him, which was... good? Perhaps. Vivienne wasn't so sure. But she kept quiet for the time being, instead sizing up the young woman before her. Or, what she could see of her through the black feathers. There was no way Vivienne could take her; not in her current state. She realised that early on. The other girl's muscles were a testament to that. Kayle. Kayle, that's what Nicholas had called her. And she had called him Nick, which meant they were probably on good terms? She wasn't certain how nicknames worked. Nicknames. Nick. Nick names. If she had a sense of humour, she would have been amused. Though Vivienne doubted Nicholas could see her with his back turned, she cast a questioning glance his direction before fixing her stare on Kayle. Better not to let her guard down... just in case.

[takara]

☤ | ℜ𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔰𝔬𝔫
17 | He/him | Hades | Cabin 7 | Stella, Jane

Words drifted over Reese's head, things like "aid" and "chest injury" piqued his attention, but the world was spinning too fast to give advice. The earth felt tilted, moving with the jerky gait of an arthritis riddled dog. Before he knew it, arms were thrust under his, yanking him to his feet. It was all he could do cling to them, balance shot by how he strecthed his neck to reach the runaway air.

Lord, I could use a nap...maybe for eternity. Wait.. I need to get in there. Beds, there's beds in there. But the snow is soooo soft... Must I? His head was screaming at him to keep moving, but it was through a door at the end of a long hallway; muffled and distorted, the bits that he could make out. Inside, come on, up with you! He told himself, even though he did not know why.

❀ | Jane Daughtry
Looks 19 | She/her | Hunter of Artemis | Outside cabin 7 | Stella, Reese

Stella stiffened, and Jane made a mental note to be louder on the approach. Being a hunter for so long had it's disadvantages. She let out a heavy breath. "Aye, aye me 'earty," She nodded, dipping to take the boy's left side.

She winced at the sudden onset of weight. Lifting other hunters was no walk in the park, but she always forgot how heavy males were. And for what do you need this weight, mister? Can you even lift half your body weight? My guess is no, you pansy. Still, it's rude to judge. Jane irones out her expression as she settled her shoulder under him, starting the grand haul upwards.

One glance at his pained expression told her that he was well out of it. She tried to keep herself from looking down on him for his unfortunate injury, but come on! She shook the thought away, then turned to her fellow hunter over him. "Do we know what's going on with them? If there's phanthom bullets, do we have to do phanthom repairs?" She wondered aloud. Somehow, it wouldn't be the strangest medical work I've ever done.

☠ | 𝓐𝓰𝓰𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷
15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares) | dreamscape/The Van-> Hampton parking lot| Quest group, Teilo, Jamie

Aggy awoke to the sudden halt of motion and the distinct feeling that she was forgetting something. She frowned. Reaching forward, she found her backpack crushed between her legs. Everything was in place. Odd. She swiped at a cheek, and her hand came back damp with drool. A preliminary check told her that she her seatbelt, which had made an unwilling pillow, was also damp. Boohoo and that's to you!

Everyone was departing. She should say something here. But her legs too ached for escape, and she swallowed her pride against her dry throat. She pulled her puffy coat against herself, layering the sides instead of using the zipper. With a swing and a scramble, she was free! Backpack smacking her hips, and sword patting down her thigh. "We're here already? Wow, that was fast!" She stretched against the cold metal frame of the van, before turning to her new hero.

She found him, irritatingly, busy. Turning to Jamie instead, she happily chattered at him. "Does he have like, superspeed powers or something? Cause that ride was mad fast! Wasn't it? Oh gods, one minute we were at the diner and then: zoom!" She flapped a hand to illustrate her point.

A thought struck her then. "Ughhhh! Why is so cold. Can we go in yet? I think we should go in," She wrinkled her nose. Something else had happened, something she wanted to talk about. It was very important. But, for the life of her, the redhead could not remember what it was.

[sammy,]

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x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie auggie auggie.
ivicabin thirteen.

it was undeniable, the relief he felt from the opinion on vivienne's prolonged life being shared. he hadn't been certain whether it was the right move. if auggie agreed with him, though, then orin was sure that he had done something correctly. they couldn't both be wrong. not in matters of importance, anyway. "yeah. i know that. i was - i was pretty torn up over that," the screeching behind his ears had been loud. some of the words had stuck a little longer than he'd anticipated them to. "apparently i'd lose a war to spare a tear." and what if that was true? he didn't think that made him cowardly. cowardice would have been stabbing her while her back was turned. cowardice would have been killing her when she had no power to defend herself. he didn't think he was a coward. he knew he wasn't a coward. had to remind himself of that a couple of times. "the problem goes a bit deeper than her, i fear."

"there are already people who believe that, though. that we're all being run by reptilian overlords. people who blink like this -" he turned his head to the side and blinked normally, then let out a little laugh. "i don't even know what i could make up. people believe such tripe. i could - i could get 'em to write down that the moon hatched. that the moon was an egg, and it hatched. that'd be a hit." his eyes glimmered at the thought. "then i'd be screwing over historians and nasa. that's two birds."

she hadn't been there. she didn't know. "they didn't tell you?" there was almost a note of offence in his tone. she hadn't been informed. they'd let him die and hadn't even explained the events leading up to it. they'd let auggie believe that it was just random chance rather than something that had been spurred, triggered. orin wasn't sure who was to blame. there was no one person. no individual. everyone in the pavilion had watched the fire burn the building down. they all held smoking matches. "of course they didn't tell you. why would they've tol you?" a sore laugh. "lucy, ehm - lucy came into the pavilion. at lunch. and she started telling everyone that i was to blame for the kingston debacle. she said that i'd been colluding with him. that i was a... a quisling. that was what happened. that was why i left." it had been so awful at the time. spurred such palpitations, such fear, the idea that everyone could believe something like that. he wasn't really scared anymore. he had bigger fish to fry. he wasn't quite sure why he'd ever bothered himself with their opinions in the first place. "it's actually funny. you know, they believed her. most of them. i mean, riley jumped to my defence, but that's my sister. she had to, really. but no one else did. not even - christ, not even jude questioned it. they all just believed that i would do something like that." he sniffed. "suppose they never realised that if i was a traitor they'd never stand a chance." there was something quite dark about that, but he said it lightly, like it was a joke. like he didn't truly believe it. "but, you know. that's it. i have to go and... you know, clear my name later. i'm back and i'm not a quisling." what a word.

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

there was nothing remotely calming about the fact that it was snowing less than it had been. because it was still snowing. it was still snowing in the middle of june, and they were still facing some form of certain death, and for some reason, he simply couldn't bring himself to care about this fact. the anxiety had boiled over, becoming disillusionment with the world at large rather than an inherent stressor. they were facing the concept of finality at its greatest, and he was looking for a face in a crowd void of features.
the snow had been nothing more than an embuggerance for the past couple of hours. he didn't particularly want to think about what its presence, heavy or light, suggested.

grasped by fading thought, the grappling on his arm made teilo jump. he hadn't expected it, hence the reaction - a flicker from visibility to nothing, then back again in an instant. reactionary at best, ultimately nothing at all once he'd scoped out who the clinging fingers belonged to. "uh -" he heard aggy's voice, a noise that was becoming begrudgingly endearing, and tried to tap into the feeling. he didn't know. it all felt rather dreadful. less vomit-inducing now, though, so - "i think it's gone." how very decisive. "i - it might've been nothing, you know? it could've just been... you know, ghosts talking about random doors. that coffee might've just been dodgy. it's probably all just nothing."

there was something else, just out of view. the feeling that something he had seen, felt wasn't quite right, didn't match up, but he couldn't figure it out.
the hotel's sign flickered. he wondered if the electrics were playing up.

aggy's voice roused him from the wandering thought."it is colder than the feet of the dead. i'll give it that. i don't fancy lingering very much,"

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

It still sounded as though Orin was doubting his decision, but it seemed it was more about what he thought he should have done, and not what he really thought about the situation. Auggie didn’t know much about Vivienne's involvement in everything going on, it didn’t feel like any of them did, but part of her thought she could understand the direction the wayward demigod had chosen. If she’d been put in the same situation, she may have made a similar choice. “There’s always something deeper.”

She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her at the demonstration of reptile-blinking and the following comment about the moon. “That’s it. That’s the one. Now we just need a time machine.” There was a moment of calm—her guard falling slightly as they once again discussed something pointless and borderline absurd—and then there wasn’t. Because it never lasted. There was always something else vying for attention. The bubble always burst.

Auggie could feel it before the explanation came, the feeling that something bad was about to happen, a tight feeling in her chest and her throat that indicated whatever he was about to say wasn’t something she’d be happy to hear. “Tell me what?” she asked, voice low. Any hint of the previous humour was gone from her face. She watched him with wide eyes, feeling her heart beat faster with every word, teeth grinding together, a surge of pressure building up inside her. The same kind of pressure she’d felt before the fight with Leo. The same pressure she’d been repeatedly reprimanded for not being able to control in the years before she’d found her way to camp. Pressure that never lead to anything good.

“They...she...” She was upright suddenly, a little too suddenly it seemed, as a wave of dizziness washed over her and her vision failed temporarily. She blinked hard, ignoring the various protests of her body at the abrupt movement. “Why would she— and they just— why didn’t I know about this?” There were too many questions coming at once, something dangerous sparking behind her eyes as the understanding slowly set in. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, gaze settled on a spot across the room, staring but not really seeing. “I’ll kill her,” she said finally, jaw set, voice much softer than it had been, but with something much more intense underlying in her tone.

━━━ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨

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

Though it was much easier getting the boy to his feet with the help of the other Hunter, he wasn’t exactly light, and her muscles strained under the weight of him as they hauled him up. Still, they managed to get him upright, and she was grateful Jane had appeared when she had.

“I don’t know,” she sighed, shaking her head. “There seemed to be quite a few of them. I don’t know how they were being treated.” She hadn’t been inside the cabin for very long, and all she’d really dealt with so far was a frost-bitten arm; she hadn’t had a chance to observe the treatment for any of the phantom bullet wounds. “There doesn’t seem to be any real wound to heal, but he’s clearly in pain.” That was obvious enough that she probably didn’t need to say it. He barely seemed to hold onto consciousness as they started forward, making their way slowly to the steps of the cabin.

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

[✿]16|he/him|Iris|parking lot|tags: quest group

The cold air felt a little harsher after sitting in the warmth of the van, but it seemed like Aiden was right, it was snowing less. Jamie tried to let that fact relax his nerves, tried to regain some semblance of the optimism he usually possessed, but it was difficult when faced with the end of the world and whatever other horrors came along with it. Nobody seemed too happy with the situation, but at least they’d made it to their first destination mostly unscathed. Maybe things would seem a little less dire once they’d all rested. Maybe somebody would come up with some brilliant idea to save them all, one that involved as little fighting and trekking through the snow as possible.

His moment of thought was abruptly interrupted by a flash of red and a loud voice by his side. He jumped involuntarily as a hand was waved through the air, but then a smile spread across his face. “Yeah, maybe,” he chuckled. He didn’t have the heart to tell her it had probably seemed faster because she’d been passed out for most of it. Teilo had driven pretty fast, who was he to say that didn’t have something to do with demigod powers?

He’d been about to respond to the comment about the cold when Teilo’s voice cut in, making his face scrunch up in mild horror at the comparison. “I’ve never felt a dead person's feet but...it is freezing.”

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

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

Corey was a little bit surprised when an answer to their question was actually provided, they’d been half expecting the girl to refuse to share her name. “Liv,” they repeated thoughtfully. “That’d be ironic if you turned out to be a child of the Underworld. Kinda cool though, if you ask me.” They shrugged. “I’d say nice to meet you but you don’t seem to share that opinion. And you told me I have a stupid name so I don’t know that it really is.”

They fell silent as Chiron spoke, taking in his words with a solemn expression. It wasn’t until Liv spoke again that the expression cracked. They’d expected some kind of reaction, what they hadn’t expected was an enthusiastic one. A small laugh escaped them, and they turned to look at the girl, eyebrows raised. “Uh...yeah. We typically try to avoid it but, you know…” They shrugged again. “It happens.”

━━━ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

[➳]18|he/him|Athena|Dining Pavilion|tags: open

After blowing up the venti, there hadn’t been much to do to make himself useful. He’d made sure Relia was safe, but the battle seemed to be over, the remaining attackers scattered and weakened. It wasn’t long before the sound of the hunting horn blew, and having no serious injuries to tend to, he made his way over to the dining pavilion.

Caleb entered the covered area just in time to hear Chiron’s announcement, heart stopping in his chest at the reveal of another death, he’d been present for the commotion at lunch, but wasn’t aware of anything that had happened after. It was only the second day of summer, the list of names were piling up too quickly, and each one felt like another debt to add to his conscience, whether he was really responsible or not.

He lingered near the entrance to the pavilion, his expression a carefully rehearsed neutral as his thoughts took hold. Aiden had mentioned asking Orin to help Caleb with figuring out responsibilities as head counsellor while he was gone. The reminder created a knot in his throat. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to face his half-brother when he returned from the quest, but he wasn’t sure he’d have to.

[sammy,]

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

"a time machine and one-point-twenty-one-gigawatts. i think i could muster that much up," he liked the thought. jumping back in time and running his mouth. acting the prophet, falsifying the past for the sake of a little trouble in the future. it was innocent to think about. a bit of fun before the storm broke.

and how it broke.

he had had a lot of time to think about what had happened. he had had a lot of time to be angry, to feel cheated and betrayed. and then he'd forgotten. lost all of those negative emotions to the stacked souls. the return of his memory, of his personhood, had come with somewhat of a price - he had felt it all in technicolour again. the rage had been relit, and there had been no venue to allow the smoke to drift. orin was angry again. he was angrier than he had been. jaded and bitter and all too aware of how unfair it had all been.
auggie's reaction didn't cause the flame to dither. it burnt hotter and brighter and he really, really hadn't wanted that to happen. he needed someone to be reasonable with him. he needed someone to tell him the truth of the matter, to approach it with a level head, but that felt impossible. he had seen that rage before, exerted it himself - it didn't lead to anything pleasant, but it was righteous.

righteous because everything that had happened, all that he had lost, the entire day, the eternity spent, had been down to one lie. to one lie spat by one venomous tongue. he could convince himself that this was the way that things had to be until the cows came home, claim that things couldn't have been any different, but they could have.
your rage is shared. it's right. they rejected you. they turned their backs to you. "auggie -" things could have been different. they did not want you, son of zeus. you could burn it down, gorman. anger is the shortest distance from a grand mistake. he shut his eyes. didn't want to hear it. didn't want to be convinced of what he already sort of believed. please stop. they didn't listen. they never will. it's already lost. that's enough now, lofts.

he audibly hushed, surprised to hear the memory of minty in the mix of the mess. he just needed them to let him think. orin sat up. it was time to make a decision. his reaction. whether he allowed the flame to become a blaze. "i -" he shut his eyes. your death did not happen to you alone.
"you're not killing anyone in the state you're in now," he settled on saying. because that wasn't a no, and it wasn't a yes. "i don't know how i'm supposed to do this, augs. i don't know what i'm supposed to say. i don't even know if i'm allowed to be angry. i am. i'm so angry. but i can't - i don't want you to get sucked into it. please, just -" he sat up, shuffled forward. "it wasn't just her. it was - everyone was a passive observer. and i feel cheated. i feel like - like i deserved better. and i want to raze this place. i wanna blow it to smithereens. prove just how devastating i could be as a real traitor. but that's what she wants, isn't it? that's what she wants me to do. she wants me to prove her right. she wants you to prove her right. i can't. i can't -" let her. "shut up," the distress palpable. could he not make a decision for himself? was every choice going to be posed in front of a frenzied, hung jury of people who had been just as shattered? "i can't tell you what to do. i'm never gonna do that. i won't. but i'm not - i don't want you to prove her right. i don't want her to do this to you too."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐳 ！！ x─────ix ♘
x──────i ii ares. iii eighteen. iiii tags: open. ivi cabin seven - dining pavilion.

it didn't hurt as much as it had when leo's eyes opened, thrusting him out of faded slumber and back into the reality that was too loud and too bright.
the thin film of ectoplasm had dried, flaking off his skin where it had stuck. like peeling the layers of a sunburn, he managed to scrape some of it off of his aching face before finally deciding that enough was enough. he was hungry. he wanted something to eat. he wanted to get out of the loud room and move.

the memory of the battle was distant and faded. he remembered feeling choked, a false pressure on his windpipe. he only had one ring remaining - wrapped around the index finger of his right hand. he wasn't sure where the left had gone. he must have given it to someone in the haze. no matter. he'd get it back somehow. it'd turn up. he swung his feet over the bed, stood - perhaps too quickly - and swayed there for a moment, batting away the apollonian children who tried to order him into continue his rest.
not a chance in hell. he was starving.

with vision that was perhaps better suited for a fly than a human, all split and kaleidoscopic, he managed to find his way out of the cabin and into the cold, a sobering difference that, however briefly, managed to return a little bit of sense to him. bleary-eyed and notably exhausted, the pavilion felt light years away until it was right in front of him, until the voice of chiron was filling his ears, echoing in his head.

orin was dead. there was the confirmation that he hadn't needed.
a twinge of guilt. a battering of shame.
the mess hall had never felt larger. he had never felt smaller. just stood in the entryway, staring dumbfounded in the direction of the camp directors, trying to figure out how, exactly. how it had come to that. he had never wanted him to die. he had battered him, yes, but that wasn't - he hadn't wanted him to die. there came no satisfaction, just an empty, harrowing pit that opened at the back of his throat and dropped into his stomach. he hadn't wanted him to die.
he didn't know how many times he'd have to mentally repeat that before he was convinced. didn't even know if it was his fault yet, and still, somewhere, he knew that he wasn't absolved. a toll had been taken.

leo stepped forward, wading through oil, suddenly faced with all of that aching, throbbing pain again.
just needed to muddle through it. to have something to eat. to figure it out, compartmentalise everything into neat little boxes.
being able to open his mouth would be a start. that felt like an impossible feat.

[sweet.peaches~]

「 ʀᴏʙʏɴ ᴀᴅᴀᴍs 」
🌺 17 | she/her | aphrodite | location: cabin areas -> dining pavilion (aphrodite table) | tags: open

no flying? so if one of your cabinmates stole your sock or something and went six feet up the air, i guess you wouldn't be able to get it back, she thought, though amused about the hypothetical scenario. it'll might happen to all of us flyless kiddos. wouldn't be surprised if one of the hermes campers used a zeus child to their advantage for pranks.

glad that collin decided to slow down, the daughter of aphrodite eventually reached the dining pavilion where she immediately rushed over to the buffet table. decisions, she shivered, partly because of the cold. at least robyn knew she needed to eat something that would warm her up, she wasn't able to eat a popsicle for dinner and thus become a popsicle afterwards. besides, it wasn't an adequate and healthy meal anyways. oatmeal...? no, they only give that for breakfast right?? even if there was oatmeal on the table, robyn would absolutely hear one of her dads lecturing her on how oatmeal is not for lunch or dinner. she led her eyes on some bread and soup and chose that instead. robyn placed her luggage next to the table, reminding herself to grab it later. as soon as she grabbed a plate and picked up the foods, she unfortunately heard the voice of mr. d. "well, it's about time," robyn mumbled to herself, but she wasn't thrilled for chiron's announcements. "hey! get back to your own tables unless you wanna become a dolphin!" yep, that's him. cautiously holding her dinner so it wouldn't fall (the demigod wasn't able to make the day even worst for others), robyn hurried to the aphrodite table and sat at the end, glad to see some of her half-siblings there. it was better than being corpses after all.

"we will make quick work of dinner tonight - it is already getting late, thanks to the latest attack. and thus I bring the heavy news that the funerals will be held at campfire tonight." her heart sank, and when she peered around her, there were several others who weren't looking so well. looking forward to hearing who died later, she bitterly thought, biting her lip. "orin gorman of cabin one has crossed into the underworld this day." the news nearly made her stumble off her seat. what the hell? she shook her head. that can't be true. i literally just gossiped about him a few minutes ago- to his half-brother who probably already knew he was dead. she had no idea she could feel that guilty, yet robyn somehow managed to do the impossible. jesus, how many other people have died? despite the question, robyn didn't want to know. the rest of chiron's announcement didn't have any happy news. we're half-bloods, what should have i expected? she hoped for the best, but frankly she was losing hope on her first day back. she ripped apart the bread she had, spilling crumbs into the soup. "i must commend all of you on your bravery and skill in battle on this night." she would've laughed if she didn't have any self-control. i did nothing, and knowing myself, it'd be a feeble attempt to try.

dipping the piece and dropping it into her mouth, robyn realized she no longer had the appetite to eat. maybe i should skip? no, i'll just chew quickly. maybe get a warm cup of milk. then after the funerals, i can get my bags, find my bed, then go to sleep. next day i can unpack and we'll have to set up defenses. swallowing the bit of bread, the thought that the camp was no longer a safe place for them made her worry even more. think happy thoughts, she insisted to herself. everybody i know is dying, how?? huh, that's not happy. sighing, she continued to sip soup and crunch on bread, but dinner wasn't able to stop her worries.

「 ɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴɪᴇʟ "ɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ" ʜᴀʀᴛ 」
🌿 15 | he/him | demeter | location: athena cabin -> dining pavilion (demeter table) | tags: cass, edgar, open

concern instantly shifted onto his expression at the grunt, but remembering that she would feel better soon made his anxiety ease. "edgar, wow, you have such good taste," he looked over, beaming at the raven. "i'm sure there's some growing around, but i'll have to check after dinner, is that alright?" the son of demeter asked. nathan did let out a little chuckle before saying, "oh i don't doubt that one bit." he nodded, attempting to lead the way to the dining pavilion. "no idea what to eat, but gods i'm starving," nathaniel laughed while walking. "hopefully i don't eat the whole place, y'know?" he made sure to watch cass carefully, in case there were any accidents that occured, but she seemed to be doing better. nathan let out a little cry of joy when they reached the mess hall, but shortly stopped when he gazed over to see the rest of the campers. they're all so sad, i wish i could cheer all of them up.. "the food looks so delicious," he whispered over to the daughter of hermes, trying to distract himself from the current mood. when dionysus called for everybody to sit down, nathaniel rushed over to the buffet table and picked up a salad. "have a good meal," he enthusiastically whispered over to cass before going his separate way. easily finding the the demeter table and sitting in the middle, nathan awaited chiron's announcement.

he admittedly zoned out a little bit but refocused when he got to the funeral part. orin, his name made the demigod recall the earlier heartbreaking moments of today. i hope emmie's okay, wherever she is right now. it was unfortunate he couldn't say the same for her dead half-brother. at least nathaniel knew where he was though,, the underworld- unless he was some sort of ghost. or perhaps he became reincarnated. nevermind, i don't know where he is. "i hate to move from one grim topic to the next, but i fear these attacks on camp are far from over." yeah, khione really really hated them. but with better magical borders and more defences, maybe she'd stop. "camp half-blood's survived for like a millenial, there's no way it can be destroyed now," nathan murmured to himself, nibbling a piece of lettuce afterwards. oh hey, there's some fruit in here, his slow mind finally noticed a few berries in his meal. yum, strawberries. although the world seemed to be tumbling right into a giant dark hole, nathaniel enjoyed the little things. he had to. what else can i do? i have no other choice.

「 ʀɪʟᴇʏ ᴘᴀʟᴍᴇʀ 」
⚡ 16 | she/her | zeus | location: big house ruins -> dining pavilion (now at aphrodite table) | tags: ophelia

after a nice conversation with the dionysus head counselor and a quick departure to the bathrooms for a very needed makeover, she felt a lot more refreshed. nevertheless, riley still felt the weight of today's events on top of her, like a boulder she managed to lift up but eventually would crush her. at least she got her food, just a hamburger. though arriving back at the zeus table didn't make her feel better, and memories came back to the demigod as quick as a camera flash.

"whatever you think you have, lucy, you're solely mistaken."
"you sold us out to kingston, you quisling rat!"
"and i'm from... i'm from, uh..."

the image of his corpse instantly bolted into her head. she closed her eyes, not wanting to remember anymore. riley was surrounded by darkness during chiron's announcement, barely listening. frankly if it was anything important, she didn't care. nothing seemed to matter right now, though she wasn't sure why. for somebody so incredible, riley didn't feel so incredible. she felt even worse when she decided to pick the most terriblest moment to start registering his words - the funeral arrangements. i'm not going to break again. i can't break again. i'm riley palmer. for once in her life, the name was more of a burden than help. finally the daughter of zeus opened her eyes, though reluctantly, and stared back at her meal. must be nice to be food. no thoughts. no pain. no feelings. they simply exist. nothing else. riley tried to shake away her thoughts, feelings, memories - well, everything - and focused on being hydrated instead. "strawberry lemonade," she mumbled, willing the goblet to be filled with her favorite drink.

it didn't make her feel better. riley forced herself to concentrate on some sort of idea. how do i feel better? it didn't have to be permanent. nothing was permanent. like meals, clothes, photos, friends, and brothers. they always left, no matter what. damn, didn't know i was so morbid. she was getting distracted- wait. distracted. distract. distraction. she needed a distraction. but that was obvious. what wasn't obvious was what riley was supposed to do. after chiron finished his announcement, she lifted her gaze off her dinner and peered around the campers around her. the half-blood's expression twisted into a smirk when she recognized ophelia sitting at the aphrodite table. well, being bothersome is a distraction. besides, what's she going to do? nothing. she's just a kid of a dumb love goddess, the voice in her head snorted. that led her walking towards her and right in front of her.

"hey, love princess, what are you up to?" she lowered her voice down to a whisper so the rest of the goddess' children wouldn't hear, except for ophelia. "thought you might need some support after all what happened today. knowing you aphrodite cowards, i wouldn't be all that surprised if you became terrified by a little girl saying 'boo,'" she snickered. looking around the table, riley noticed somebody who wasn't around. "hey, where's mirabelle? shouldn't she be like, i don't know, taking care of you babies?"

[takara]

❀ | Jane Daughtry
Looks 19 | She/her | Hunter of Artemis | Cabin 7 | Stella, Reese

If Jabe had thought the boy was bad semi-conscious, he was ten times worse as a dead weight. "Hmmm," She grunted, heaving him up the steps in time with her partner. She focused on the work, the brute force of it, and let her mind wander. They're useless, her head nagged her. This is Spanish influenza all over again. These noble idiot children are out here trying to cure something that cannot be cured. Won't have a cure for a good bit. Gods be with them.

"Palative then, until they run some tests." Experiments. They're running this one blind. She refrained from adding that, factual as it was, on the off chance one of the poor kids heard her. Kids were a right mess to settle. Jane couldn't be more glad not to have a litter of her own.

She shoved the door open, a departure from her Artemis-granted grace. "Incoming!" She shouted for a healer over the din. "Shot victim, fresh from the battle!" She called, then frowned, seeming to realize how callous that the words came out.

☠ | 𝓐𝓰𝓰𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷
15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares) | Hampton parking lot | Quest group

Jamie jumped, clearly from partaking in her exuberance, and Aggy couldn't tamp down the grin that danced across her face. He placated her grand ideas, and she was more than okay with that. There was a lingering itch at the back of her mind, but she shoved it off. Bigger fish to fry, and tastier ones too! "Enough talk about twinkle toes!" She declared, lunging forward.
"Do what you want-I'm not sticking here to freeze!" With that, she charged through the icy lot, barreling past cars and careening over ice patchs toward the sign-an old thing that flickered on and off as it gave into the temptation of freezing.

Once she arrived at the overhang of the broad building, Aggy paused to look over it as she waited just outside for the others. It was decked out like a bride on her 3rd marriage; a stark white swath of siding with little adornment. Huh, maybe we should hold off on the barbie part of G. I. Jo Barbie. This is not first class. Is this even third class?