Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[takara]

♠ | Isabelle Yencha
16 | She/her | Poseidon | Cabin 13 | Rochelle, Auggie, Orin

'We'll go down in flames before we go up in smoke'

Isabelle leaned into the touch, giving Rochelle better access to muss her hair. "You know you love me," She purred, before extracting herself.

Isabelle shrugged at Auggie, "Your loss," She said before allowing Rochelle to tug her back. Then Orin responded and she wriggled free to face him. "Nice! I'd offer you some gum, but I forgot where I left it." Probably the Hermes cabin. Nothing ever lasts in the Hermes cabin. She pulled a face, but it turned about quickly. "Good! I'll be able to weed out the crazies then!" Only someone certifiably unwell would smack me up over a hoodie. Her ears pricked up about the 'rumors' but Orin seemed sour on the whole subject. Eh, we'll be gone anyway. Oh! Gone just like the dead. Hopefully less dead though.

"Rumors tend to be seeded with some truth, but that truth can just be someone's spite." It happened. Being fringe famous, her mother had a habit of stirring up dirt to keep the articles coming. Even if rumors of cheating hit far too close to reality. She shrugged. "'Specially for Lucy." The girl could be a good source, you just had to consider if she held a vendetta against the person. Which wasn't uncommon, and quite rudely made her gossip less fun to consume as it had too much bias. Gods forbid Hank had a scandal, no, Emmie bet then she'd be eating her words. She shrugged again. "Not saying you didn't do it, just that if you did, camper's 'ill get over it. They always do."

Funerals? Right, ABBA, Dancing Queen, seventeen dead. "Sure. But funerals are overrated. Too many people practicing their crocodile tears. Poor taste, do them in the mirror like the rest of us. No sweetheart, y'all weren't besties in life, you ain't now either. Cut the crap and move along. I want my cake." With that out, she left the pair and made off to her own bestie.

She batted a hand at Rochelle's air quotes. "Probably just jeans, and a couple T-shirts - not those thin ones that lie about being comfy. I think I have a coat, if the Hunter's didn't clear out their cabin..." A hard request, but they liked sleeping in lumpy tents anyway, so not impossible. "And my earrings..." She glanced over her person, then excitedly tugged her collar out of her jacket. "I have them on my shirt, see!" A great invention, until she inevitably had to do laundry and they fell off in the wash. Or blew one up. I don't want to be here for that one.

[WitchHazel]

Mirabelle Everhart
|♡|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn Room 207|Tags: Ash, Teilo|

A pleased smile tugged at Mirabelle's mouth when Teilo thanked her, though it quickly fell at his next statement. Her eyes widened; her face morphing into a genuine mask of urgent sympathy. "No no, it's no trouble at all!" It really wasn't, as far as she saw it. Mirabelle was someone who craved usefulness. She needed to feel useful. Helping the boys with their injuries sated that hunger. So long as she was useful, she was worth something.

Nine is a little late, but... we'll need our beauty sleep to survive tomorrow. The thought of the things to come made the hairs on her nape stand rigid. Wait... weird birds? He'd been attacked by something, that much was clear. The thought of harpies and stymphalian birds crossed her mind, but she didn't ask. If he wants to talk about it, it can wait until morning. Where there was one... there was usually more. The thought sat like lead in her stomach.

Teilo had his own treatment well under control, that she could plainly see. Ash left the room and returned fully clothed, leaning in the doorway. Mirabelle made quick work of binding his hand; wrapping it with an ace bandage and securing with the little pins that came with it. Her touch was gentle yet decisive; it was obvious she knew what she was doing. The question of walking her to her room was posed, and she shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, but I'll be fine." She flashed him a grateful smile. "Don't forget to ice your knuckles so the swelling goes down." Amusement danced in her gaze at the nickname Ash had given Teilo; the very one that had confused her earlier that day. "Now, if you're both comfortable and well-situated, I'll be heading back to my room to shower." She collected the first-aid supplies in a matter of seconds, being sure to return them to their proper places in the kit. A square of ambrosia and some painkillers were left in a small ziploc bag for the two, just in case. "Get some rest, you two. I'll see you in the morning."


Kathryn Blackwood
|☽|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Cabins Circle|Tags: Cricket, Lucy|

Kathryn almost pointed out that the guy was already dead, but it was kind of a moot point. The spirit had already tried to do the same. "Iron's usually the only thing that can kill spirits - for the second time, that is," she purred instead. "If those are iron-tipped arrows... nice. If not... don't worry. I've got your back. His necromancer's control isn't active anymore, is it? Otherwise we'd still be under attack by countless other undead. So... why is this one still around? He seems to have an inkling of autonomy... interesting." It was refreshing, albeit mildly concerning, that Kathryn wasn't the only one who could see him.

"I have to admit, I'm curious about what he has to say for himself - even if it might just be a pack of lies." She twirled the stygian iron dagger menacingly in her fingers, though the smile never left her lips. The thought crossed her mind that her makeup was likely in a state of disarray - she wasn't a child of Aphrodite; she couldn't just fix that. Taking her contacts out had proven to be no problem - a simple yet precise levitation. Even if she felt like shards of glass were cutting into her eyebrows because she'd fallen asleep with them in. She'd forgotten to summon her glasses, however, up until that moment - she'd been wondering why the spirit seemed so blurry, and then realised it wasn't just him. A pair of black-rimmed glasses perched upon her face as if they'd always been there.

Much better. Now I can actually see properly. Her coffee-brown eyes flickered to the spirit now, training a dangerous gaze upon him. "If you make one move against us, I'll put you back down into the ground where you belong. Understand?" She didn't doubt that she had the strength to dismiss one spirit. A pack of them, maybe not after the stunt she'd pulled at the battle, but one? Surely he didn't pose too much of a threat. He seemed unarmed, and besides - he was pinned to the side of the Poseidon cabin. "Perhaps he knows something," she mused aloud, her honeyed voice low. "We could interrogate him. I was getting bored... an interrogation seems like just the thing to spice things up again."

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

"I'll just bring a sketchbook and doodle the whole time. If asked, I can just say that's how I take notes best. Or I'll just punch them in the face and run off. Maybe hit them with my sketchbook. That always works." She shrugged, not even bothering to look up from her sketch. She listened to Corey go on about sleep, her own mind concluding that sleep sounded pretty good right about then. Unfortunately, the horse-guy had started speaking.

Chiron gave a rather somber run-down of the day's events, concluding his speech by stating that funerals would be starting up now. A few people started crying, and Liv couldn't help but roll her eyes. She could have easily been considered callous, but when it came down to it, she just didn't want to deal with everyone's wishy-washy emotions. Then there came a call to anyone who wanted to say a few words about the deceased as humanoid forms wrapped in elaborate cloths were carried out into the snow by groups of satyrs and nymphs. Someone named Dara was first - Hypnos cabin, the horse-man stated. Hypnos? Are they like hypnotists or something? Liv figured she would leave it for now and find out soon enough. A few sleepy-looking kids told some stories about Dara as the first wrapped bundle was lowered into the flames. It was mostly about him falling asleep in weird places and positions, or oversleeping and missing lessons. One of the campers yawned, and Liv thought they might give in to sleep in the middle of their sentence.


Chuck Oakes
|❀|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Campfire|Tags: Jack, Tulip|

"Like, all groovy, man," Chuck assured Jack as he apologised. "On Mr. D, man... he's lost kids before. Like, yeah, totally gnarly, but like, he'll get through it, man. We all will, uh... eventually. I hope." His mossy green eyes flickered to the campfire light, casting everything in an eerie glow.

"Like, thanks, man!" Chuck beamed, giving Jack a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Uh, you too, man. I'm like, a good listener, I think, and like, not 'cause I can hear more than you dudes." It was a bad joke, but he hoped it would lighten the mood. The moment was interrupted - but not unpleasantly so - as Tulip approached them.

"Like, Tulip, man!" Chuck's smile widened into something more joyous. "Like, glad to see you're doin' okay, after the whole thing with those snow dudes, man." He patted the log beside him, gesturing for her to sit. "Everything's groovy, man. Well - uh - like, as groovy as it can be, given like, everything happenin' man." A hush fell over the gathered campers, and Chuck could detect the horsey scent of Chiron close by. He looked up to see the centaur just as he was about to speak.


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

Kayle seemed... lost in her thoughts. That was the best way Vivienne could describe it. Her request for medical supplies seemed to shake the other young woman out of her trance. A foul word was uttered, to which Vivienne made a sour face that Kayle couldn't see anyways. She should have been used to it by now, what with being around Nicholas. Perhaps uncouth language is a familial trait. Then Kayle was off getting said supplies, and Vivienne was left alone momentarily.

Scenes of memory from that very day flashed before her eyes. Jude's desperation, Will's resolve, and the muzzle flash of a gun. Then a sound like shattering glass and the forlorn dust of the abandoned church. Thankfully, Kayle was quick - Vivienne didn't have time to stew on recent events. She gave a small noise in assent to Kayle's chatter. She was going to look for Nicholas, that much was clear. And then she was gone, and the emptiness of the house reflected the emptiness of Vivienne's chest cavity.

But the empty feeling in the house wasn't an unwelcome one. Vivienne didn't know how long it had been since she had been truly and utterly alone. Physically, at least. In her youth, privacy was a luxury she couldn't afford. With Khione, every waking moment had the goddess breathing down her neck. But now... there was none of that. No rowdy children disrupting her internal musings, no feeling of being perpetually watched. She felt... free. Even if just for a moment. I am finally able to breathe.

Her instance of respite didn't last long - the stinging gash on her cheek demanded to be dealt with. With a short, soft sigh, Vivienne collected the first-aid supplies and ferried them to the bathroom. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and couldn't help but stare. After her shower, the person looking back out at her looked a little less ragged. The clothes Kayle had given her were oddly comfortable, despite being short-sleeved. They hung off her delicate frame like sailcloth on a tide over day. The ruins of makeup no longer haunted her face, though the ever-present dark circles hung like bruises beneath her icy eyes. Her dark hair was still damp, hanging unbound parted on the right. Not a strand out of place. Exactly how she would desire it to be. Her knuckles grew white on the edges of the sink.

The wound on her cheek looked far cleaner than it had, likely thanks to the cold shower. It still need to be disinfected, however. In a quick, decisive motion, she tore open the packaging of a sterilising wipe and raised the small towelette to her face. Her jaw clenched at the sharp stinging sensation, but otherwise she held no reaction. Vivienne was no stranger to pain. She cleaned the wound as best she could and bound it with a square of gauze and some medical tape. The discoloured flesh would heal with time - it was already turning a shade of red-purple, indicating that the process had begun. Now that she was all fixed up, Vivienne neatly arranged the medical supplies on the countertop. She wasn't sure where they belonged - she would simply have to ask in the morning. For the time being, organising them would have to do.

Exhaustion dragged at her bones, but she didn't want to be asleep when Kayle and Nicholas returned. She perched at the edge of her bed, fighting the black tide of sleep that was slowly sweeping over her. I suppose if I simply prostrate myself for approximately one minute...

The fatigue won. As soon as her head hit the pillow, Vivienne was transported to the realm of dreams.


Audra Stark
|⛈|17|She/They|Kymopoleia|Ghost|Location: Hampton Inn, Roof Stairwell|Tags: Moxie, Reapers|

Audra laughed at Moxie's comment about the reapers; sounding a little dolphin-esque as it caught her a bit off guard. "Yeah, yeah they kinda do. I'm not so sure I want one of them guiding me down to the Underworld. Might get lost on the way there." She probably wouldn't have fared any better on her own, given her horrible sense of direction. The only time she excelled at navigation was when she was on the seas, though most of the time she had a compass just in case. A compass... The right pocket of her jeans felt heavy. She reached inside to pull out what looked like a bronze sailing compass, but its surface was conspicuously absent of any markings. The needle was pointing down the stairwell. Huh. Weird. She slipped it back into her pocket.

"Was I in an amulet?"
"Huh?" Audra jerked her gaze back up to Moxie, cocking her head to one side as she listened to the other spirit's confusion. Tavie's return offered answers; more answers than Audra had thought. "More faded... makes sense." She'd never really thought much about it before. But it really did make sense - the spirits who seemed the most confused, the ones who didn't realise they were dead... the ones who were mere echoes of themselves. They had all been faded too. I've been around here for... five years? I think that sounds right. And I'm not... not very... she inspected the ethereal flesh of her hand. I guess I just had something to hold on to, all this time. She snapped her attention back to Tavie, her casual attitude shifting to one of intensity in a mere second. "We need to go," she stated bluntly. "Let's go." Her reason for being was to protect Vivienne. She had done her best, and now she had a promise to keep.

[sammy,]

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

the sudden presences had really thrown a spanner in the works. all of the events came crashing down - the reminder of the funerals, his own death, lucy, whose mere name's mention made his chest feel tight and his head feel a few degrees warmer than it had been before, the clamour inside beginning to start up again. it had all been calm, and the storm had now returned. all well and good that they would forget about it, but he had died. as easy as it had been to push to the side in the calm moments, it wasn't going to be easily forgotten on his part. "yeah. they sure will," he murmured, taking a glance back when the gloved hand was offered to him. there was no hesitation in reaching his own hand out to cover it.

cold, definitely, but that was of no object. there were greater things at hand - the commentary on funerals, for one. no respect for the dead. charming. "interesting take you have there," certainly cynical. he had been to a few in his time - some faded by memory, some that he remembered far too well, but never had he considered them a show of 'crocodile tears'. it was just one of those things that he didn't care to think about in the moment. and, when put in perspective - there weren't many people who got to attend their own funerals while they lived and breathed. it felt an opportunity that he couldn't pass up.

"should leave 'em to it," he said to auggie, squeezing the hand in his. "you good to go out? i've a funny feeling they're starting." the sunglasses were in his inside pocket, and despite the dark outside, they would be utilised. "can't really just go for my own. that'd be rude." it was a light comment, in its respect, but the shock of unanticipated interaction had pulled him down a peg, reminded him of the state of the camp that they were in. he didn't know if he could continue the charade, put on the face that didn't fit quite right for very long. just something that he'd have to get used to.

"gonna have to face the music at some point," he said, mostly to push himself up from the lying position and swing his legs over the side of the bed. "no time like the present." his shoes lay haphazardly on the floor. for a period of time, all he could really manage to do was look at them, almost waiting for them to become animated, and force him to march on out of the safe haven. "are you - i mean, you don't - you're tired, so if you want to just... you know, go kip, i'm not gonna..." he did want her there. he wasn't going to force her. "i mean, you've heard it all, haven't you? it'll just be the general pomp and grandeur. you can sleep, if you want to." but he hadn't let go of her hand yet, which he supposed was indicative of the want for her to stick around.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: mira, ash, clive.
ivi hampton inn, room 207.

he did appreciate mira's words. and though she appeared curious about the events that had landed him in the state, she had the resolve of someone who knew when it was time to go to damned bed. explanations were of no hurry yet. the threat, for now, had been neutralised. no more metal birds in his vicinity. he had a funny feeling, though, that pygmalion was certainly not the right word for them. it would stick, though. because stupid things like that always did.

noisy was certainly a good word. though the sudden touch was surprising, he didn't flinch away from it, just stood there, shook his head when he apologised. "whole planet's a graveyard, ash. no need to apologise for that." teilo said. the world did hum - it didn't matter where he was, though it felt a little different at home, as far away as home was. the spirits there had been a little more relaxed. perhaps due to the secluded nature of the place. it probably had something to do with the forest. everything had something to do with that forest. "well, a bruise is hardly going to be the worst of my problems, isn't it?" he tried the joke, but it landed a little flat.

mira sorted ash out with admirable efficiency. something she'd done before, he assumed. the authority in the situation, now telling them both to get to bed. the nickname from ash made his eyebrows rise - tugging at the adhesive of the gauze, which made his face fall slack once more - and, stifling a wince, he offered a nod. "goodnight, mira." as curtly as he could manage, making his journey back into the main room. it was a case of swapping out the mottled jeans for a pair of sweatpants that would keep him relatively warm.

as he pulled emrys from the loose pocket and placed it on the table, he noticed something else padding the back. paper that he didn't recall picking up, nor putting in his pocket - though must have, at some point. smeared with dry blood, it was hard to read in the blur. next to emrys it went. a problem for later. he simply fell back on the bed, felt the mattress depress around him, and shut his eyes.
"taffy! there you are! d'you know how many bleeding rooms this place has got? they burnt down a church in law and order!" came a shrill voice at the exact wrong time. "oh. oh, sorry. bad timing. you're going snooze. right. i'll - i'll be off, then. oh, hang on, is this the one who you said - well, there's no accounting for taste. dunno what he sees in you, but if he's got a thing for anemic looking -"
"please shut up," he whispered, aware that the words would be heard by ash without the accompanying dialogue.
"well that's rude. i was gonna wish you sweet dreams. but i'm not now. i hope you have 'orrid nightmares. just corkers of 'em. with loads of scorpions and... and dragons in 'em. yeah, i remembered that. dragons," clive paused. teilo still hadn't looked at him. "he's alright, this fella. i suppose. if that's what you fancy. do you like him, then? did you tell him that you -"
once again, ignoring how he would look to the outside world, teilo grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and threw it in the direction of the voice. apparently, it made 'contact'.
"oh, you nasty fiend!" clive exclaimed. "fine. i'm gone. goodnight! i hope you don't choke on your tongue in your sleep, you 'orrible little sheep -" and then gone, the following words wisps in the air.

"sorry," teilo said, a single eye opening to look at ash. "ghost. really quite an annoying ghost." and shut his eyes again, pressing the side of his face clearer of injury against the single remaining pillow.

[*Lovel*]

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Teilo and Mira
Location: Room 207

Ash appreciated that Teilo didn't move away from him. He could only nod a bit "A graveyard huh?" It was rhetorical. Even though he wanted to take in the moment unsure of when he'd have another moment of just being relaxed. He couldn't help but think on that. Graveyards always been something that left him with a feeling of uneasiness, not for the reason one would think. He didn't find them scary, he just wanted to let what was resting rest. When he was little he'd always avoid stepping on where the dead laid, he'd maneuver around trying to be respectful. He wouldn't like it if someone was clobbered around above him while he rested. That was if his soul would remain with his body. Which would in all honesty be a shame, stuck to one place for all of eternity.

The rabbit hole of thoughts was soon filled as Teilo made a remark about a bruise "The worst of them certainly. " He gave Teilo a small smile. Before looking at his bruised hand that was admittedly starting to actually hurt rather than just being an uncomfortable annoyance.

Ash watched as Mira carefully wrapped his bruised hand. "If you are sure." His hand went to his hair swirling a strand around his finger. "Yeah, I'll try." He strained to look at the ice bucket that they neglected to fill upon the arrival of Teilo. He turned his attention back to the other two as Mira started her goodnight. "Could you do me a favor? Come and make sure I'm actually up to come get breakfast." he asked of Mira. Hopefully it wasn't too much to ask, she had just helped them with their injuries. He gave her a little wave before heading over to the beds.

Ash was about to sit on his bed when Teilo said to shut up. "I'm sorry?" he turned to look at the boy but Teilo was laying on his bed eyes closed. Then an apology followed the throwing of a pillow across the room. "Was it the Clive fella you mentioned earlier?" He looked to his bed then to Teilo "Can I?" He pointed next to Teilo on the bed. "I'll only sit for a moment." He was going to keep his promise of helping him sleep but he wanted a small conversation before he did so. "What was he saying?" Ash asked curiously.

『☣』 Rochelle Di Angelo『☣』

Daughter of Hades ☠ Cabin 13 ☠ 16 ☠ Bisexual

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Tags: Auggie, Isabelle, and Orin
Location: Cabin 13

"Yeah, yeah, you seem to use that little fact to your advantage." Rochelle shook her head but a smile was tugging at her lips again. Isabelle never failed to make her smile even when Rochelle was annoyed at the world. Though it wasn't difficult for others to annoy her, not that she'd let it be known unless she gave herself away and spoke Italian.

Getting Orin and Auggie out of Isabelle's cross hairs was successful until Orin instigated her and Isabelle weaseled her way out of Rochelle's grasp. Rochelle thought a moment as Orin brought up the rumors, sure she heard the whispers about him. Not only being dead but being a traitor also. "I heard plenty of rumors about you. But they are just that, rumors. I believe you are innocent until proven guilty and you haven't proven yourself guilty of anything but being dead which has now been reversed. Look rumors are spread so people can add spice in their lives. Unlike water lily over there I don't hold too much weight on rumors." She turned her head to look at him. "It's always a pleasure Orin, truly. Glad your pulse seems to be working again." Although her tone held no emotion what she said was the truth. She had no qualms with him and his company wasn't dreadful, he was just kinda there for her. Plus, he didn't deserve to die young. None of them did, she was glad he was back to the land of the living however he managed it.

Rochelle was thankful for Isabelle's return after she spoke of funerals. Like most Hades kids she was numb to the idea of funerals and death. She never cried when finding out about death, to her death was less painful then living. As Dumbledore once said " Do not pity the dead, pity the living." which is paraphrased but those were the lines that stuck with Rochelle. Death was inevitable for mortals, may as well accept that fact now.

"We'll be leaving after the funerals." She announced to any of them who were listening. Chiron probably wanted then to leave right after packing but although her view on death may be twisted they still deserved respect. She packed the requested items and shrugged on her black and red detailed A- line coat. She closed the bulging bag before standing "You'd lose your head if it was attached to your shoulders." She laughed lightly throwing the bag over her shoulder and taking steps towards the door. "Ready to crash a funeral?" She asked the group with a smirk.

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Riley
Location: Cabin 1

Emerson could hear the voices coming out of the TV but wasn't exactly registering the words that the voices were saying. The events of Orin's death kept replaying in her mind. She wanted to cry but she couldn't, whether she was out of tears to shed or became numb she couldn't tell. Having Conan was a nice break, he had helped ease the pain momentarily but it was still there waiting for her to have a moment to herself again.

Then the door opened, her eyes bolted to see who was unfortunate enough to witness her in a vulnerable state. To her surprise it was Riley who looked worse for wear, eyes puffy like she'd just been crying. Of course they are, she was facing the same loss as you. She's hurting too. though it was odd to see her sister in such a state. "Hey Riles... yeah, you could say that." she tired to put a smile on her face, she didn't know if she'd been successful or not.

As Riley mentioned funerals Emerson went stiff. She didn't want to think about it, a part of her didn't even want to go. She didn't want all the apologies and fake sympathy. Some of the campers didn't even like Orin. "Thanks for the heads up. Should I change, I don't think yellow is the vibe for a funeral." She tried to joke but the musings came out dull and lacked the correct cheerfulness. She got up tugging off the hoodie and exchanged it for a black one. "I know you just came in but... wanna go there with me?" maybe, just maybe, if she had her sister by her side all of it would be less daunting.

[WitchHazel]

Mirabelle Everhart
|♡|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn Room 207➡208|Tags: Ash, Teilo ➡ N/A|

Mirabelle paused at the request from Ash, turning back to face him before she took her leave. "Of course! I'll..." her words failed her when she realised she wasn't sure how to do that without waking Teilo up as well. "...I'll figure something out. I'm usually up early, so I really don't mind." She didn't want to wake both of them in the morning, only Ash if it came to it. How to go about that? She was sure she'd come up with something once she'd gotten a decent night's rest. But it wasn't like she had a key to their room, and knocking on the door could certainly wake the other boy if he was a light sleeper. Ugh, I need some sleep. This'll make a lot more sense in the morning. "Goodnight, you two."

The door gave a soft click behind her as she slipped out into the hall, silent as a creeping fox. I'll also have to remember to say something about Ash's hair tomorrow, in a less serious moment. That colour looks really good with his complexion. One swipe of the key card and she was back in the room she shared with Aggy, being sure to stay as quiet as possible for fear of waking her slumbering roommate. The first-aid kit was returned to her backpack, traded out for pyjamas and bathroom supplies.

She shut the bathroom door softly behind her, flicking on the light. She only took off all her makeup as she was about to turn on the shower. The hot water felt decadent against her skin; warming her to the core. She didn't remember feeling this warm all day. She took her time washing away the grime of travel, allowing herself to relax for once in her life. The fatigue weighing down her limbs was finally what prompted her to get out. She changed into a pair of pyjamas; the only relatively warm ones she had. The pants were white, printed with images of makeup and hearts all outlined in stylised black. Bursts of red, pink, and peach gave the heart and makeup print its colour. The black satin string was tied in a neat little bow. Her top was the same shade of pink as the colour in the bottoms, with the words 'beauty sleep' printed across the chest in white cursive. A white linework moon ornamented the words, accompanied by a spangling of stars. The garment hung loose around her willowy body as she blow-dried her hair with her portable blow-dryer.

Her nighttime routine was subsequently completed - defog mirror, comb and brush hair, brush teeth, wash face, etc. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt almost naked. Her face was completely bare of makeup - a sensation she despised immensely. Every imperfection laid bare for the world to see and judge. Every imperfection save the old scar marring the right side of her face. Thank Aphrodite for permanent makeup. When she'd finished everything she'd set her mind to, she packed away her belongings and quietly opened the door.

The hotel room was much colder than the bathroom, likely because it had been heated by the steam of the shower. She couldn't help but shiver as it hit her skin. I'll get in bed as soon as possible. Surely that will help warm me up. It took considerable effort, but she was able to freshen the clothing she'd worn that day before she packed it away. She wasn't about to put dirty clothes in her bag with the clean, that was for certain. This is probably one of the only practical abilities I inherited from you, mom. Thanks for that. She searched her bag for her eye cover, but it was nowhere to be found. Damn. I must have left it back at camp. It'll be an early morning for me, I guess.

Finally, she slipped into the bed unclaimed by a certain dormant volcano and pulled the covers up around her. It felt odd, laying in a strange bed. The sheets were cold against her skin. She burrowed deeper, still taking great care to be as quiet as possible. Aggy would need all the rest she could get. They all would. She stared at the wall as she willed sleep to take her. Though exhaustion flowed through her body like thick molasses, she doubted it would come easy.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

It seemed they were free from being terrorized for a moment, until Isabelle spun back around to continue making her pertinent observations, nearly causing Auggie to groan. Part of her knew it was a bit unfair to hold the girl’s chipper attitude against her when she was likely barely aware of the depth of the situation, but that didn’t make her any less irritating. She tensed up at the mention of Lucy, jaw clenching and free hand balling into a fist as Isabelle implied there could be any truth to the accusations, looking as though she were considering getting up and knocking her out just for saying it. She was, actually. Injured or not, the impulse was there. Until Orin spoke, his voice and the hand in her hand grounding her back to reality—the reality where punching a mostly innocent camper was probably a really bad idea. Rochelle’s input didn’t do much to calm her, but at least it didn’t anger her more.

Isabelle certainly had some opinions, and she wasn’t afraid to share them. Auggie was cynical, but claiming that funerals were nothing more than a false show of ‘crocodile tears’ when seventeen campers had died, when their friends and family were sitting outside, grieving them, seemed like it crossed a line. “You’re a real comfort to be around, aren’t you?” she muttered, eyes narrowed, low tone making it clear she didn’t really want an answer to the question.

She glared at the girl’s back for a moment after she turned, but was pulled from her thoughts by Orin’s voice and the squeeze to her hand, blinking as she turned to look at him. “Yeah,” she said quietly, though it didn’t feel true. She didn’t think either of them were ready to go out there, but they didn’t exactly have a choice. The world had been set outside for as long as they could manage, now they had to step out into the cold and face it. The thought made her feel sick, memories of past funerals—or one in particular—returning to make her thoughts feel blurry and twisted. Seventeen people were dead. Orin had died. Nobody else knew that had changed. Those all felt like massive, insurmountable things to deal with, things that had been brought back to the forefront of their attention rather abruptly. She squeezed his hand in return, attempting a smile that was devoid of any cheer.

But if it was difficult for her, she knew it had to be worse for Orin. She could tell in the way he was speaking, like he was trying to convince himself, movements slow and stuttering, like each one took an immense amount of effort, and she imagined it did. As anxious as she was, she wasn’t going to make it harder on him. Then came the offer for her to stay behind. Auggie frowned, then for a moment, all she could do was stare at him, eyebrows raised, waiting for him to see the absurdity of his own words. Of all the things that came out of his mouth that had to be the peak of unbelievability. There was no chance she was going to let him go out there and deal with everything on his own. Apparently he didn’t see that. “Don’t be ridiculous,” was all she said. She might’ve been offended by the suggestion, but she got the feeling he didn’t actually want her to stay behind. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had wanted to, if she hadn’t been able to sleep with him there, it wouldn’t be any easier without him. At least she’d had a good reason to be awake before.

Neither of them wanted to move, but someone had to, so she stood. She stood a little too quickly, her vision went dark and she sat back down abruptly. A moment was taken, letting her vision clear before rising again, a little more carefully. She let go of his hand reluctantly to shrug off the borrowed hoodie she’d forgotten she was wearing. “I have to give this back to…” She hadn’t actually gotten his name, or if she had, she hadn’t bothered to remember it. “The Chosen One,” she settled on, aware of how strange the moniker would sound out of context. She crossed to a drawer, sliding it open and pulling out one of her own hoodies. The sleeves had been torn the day previous in the battle during Capture the Flag and the dive from the shattered Big House window, but the blood stains were less visible on the dark fabric than on her other hoodie. She pulled it over her head and slipped her shoes on before turning back to Orin, holding her hand out to him again. She attempted a smile that felt weak and wobbly, and hoped she didn’t look as afraid as she felt, though the shaking of her hand would likely betray that anyway. She glanced over her shoulder at Rochelle's question, then looked back at Orin. "Ready to crash a funeral?" she repeated softly.

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

✞ 𝐓 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 -- 𝐃 𝐀 -- 𝐂 𝐎 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 “𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝.”
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❨ ♂/17 years ❩ ❨ Son of Tyche ❩ ❨ 2 beads ❩ ❨ Tags/mentions: Wilhelm ❩ ©



Blinking, Tómas nodded slightly, dipping his head in what he presumed would be Will’s direction. So this camper had been gone for quite a while.. he never really understood why campers chose to stay at home during the summer, or for extended periods of time- wasn’t it much safer at camp? Oh well, I guess if Will’s managed so many years and still survived, it can’t be impossible. He thought absentmindedly, before realizing that now was probably a time where he was, yknow, expected to say something. “Oh, er, sure, thanks.” It would be nice to have someone to talk to, especially since Tómas was pretty sure his other few siblings were either helping in the infirmary as much they could, or at the campfire.

“And I’m Tómas, by the way.” He added quickly, figuring it’d be awkward for the other to try to work around using his name. Painlessly finding his way to the aforementioned spot on the bench, Tómas paused, taking in the tense energy of the campers around him. The Hephaestus table was in the middle of the area where the children of the main Olympians dined, and so the grim and fragile grief was even more deafening. Despite the fact he couldn’t see any of the presumably solemn and fearful faces, it was easy enough guessing and just sensing what everyone around him felt. The tension seemed incredibly delicate, the entire camp in a state of shock that was calmer than pure grief, yet could be shattered within the slightest touch. Just as they’d attempted to get over the tragedies of the night before, the campers then had to put up with the terror and sense of doom that came with being attacked so suddenly and viscerally.

“If it’s not too much to ask..” Tómas started quietly, “Can you describe the campfire right now? What’s it like?” The vague answer was obvious, of course- pitch black, whatever that looked like, symbolizing the ‘down’ mood of the camp. But Tómas had learned that the campfire’s state was not only one of the most sure ways to figure out the general opinion, but certain aspects could signify certain shifts in focus. If the flames barely crackled, and were low and lethargic, it probably meant that the camp was still grieving. If, instead, the fire blazed violently with quick bursts of blaze and small sparks, however depressingly and grimly dark they could be, it would at least signify that the camp was fearful, yet not completely paralyzed, and was likely more comforting to know.

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♜ 𝐉 𝐀 𝐂 𝐐 𝐔 𝐄 𝐒 -- 𝐃 𝐄 -- 𝐋 𝐀 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐑 𝐄 “𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞?”
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❨ ♂/19 years ❩ ❨ Son of Boreas/Unclaimed ❩ ❨ 9 beads ❩ ❨ Tags/mentions: Nathan❩ ©



The Hermes table was so. darn. full. Jacques usually wouldn’t have tried to draw attention to himself by daring to break any of the camp’s rules, but the roar of emotions suffocating him, especially from the Hermes kids, was too much to bear. The cabin wasn’t exactly most known for being emotional, but the sheer size of it, compared to the others, made the low hum, both silent and audible, or feelings all too loud. Coupled with the numbing pain that surged from a sizable cut, bandaged of course, on his forearm, it was terribly insufferable, and Jacques felt as if he couldn’t handle it for a second more. All the fearful whispers, and shudders, and masked sobs.. he couldn’t be surrounded by all of it, not all at once. And, as much as he guiltily wanted to deny it, he had no idea how to react. There was no way in hell he would be able to comfort his cabinmates, successfully or not, and Jacques wasn’t exactly the ‘type’ to cry, so his usual strategy of fitting in wasn’t an option. The indecision and awkwardness tugged on his insides, but, although it was true that Jacques was no doubt overthinking everything terribly, he didn’t seem to know it.

He’d managed to slip away easily enough, as he’d mastered the skill of not being noticed until he wanted to be (which was almost never), and not a single of his fellow cabinmates stopped to question him. Mission accomplished. Finally escaping from the echochamber that was the Hermes table, Jacques sighed quietly, gaze flicking across the dining pavilion. Jacques wasn’t exactly hungry, as he figured most people couldn’t exactly have an appetite after the ordeal of the past few days, and the ache in his arm chased away whatever remnants of hunger he’d had. Getting through the funerals without choking on a flurry of emotions was about to be hard enough, and he dreaded the following weeks, but Jacques pushed those thoughts aside. His second goal was to find somewhere else to perch, preferably with a smaller population than the Hermes cabin. After a few moments of merely watching the crowd, a little ways away from the Hermes table, thinking, he decided to snap out of it and simply walk away. Then he could think, or whatever. As he ever so hurriedly stalked off, Jacques overheard a small voice, muttering to itself, sitting at the significantly smaller Demeter cabin. There.

Nathan, like most campers, and people in Jacques’ life, had a high stack of things Jacques had noticed about the son of Demeter, although the opposite is usually not the case. Obviously Jacques wasn’t a stalker- he just tried to make sure he knew enough, and a bit more, about others to know how to act around them, and other such details. Stopping a few steps away from the other camper, Jacques paused again, thinking. The direct way would just be to go up and say ‘hey so I know your whole thing is cheering people up, mind if you turn your positivity heat lamp on and let me sit beside you?’, but Jacques was pretty sure something of that sort wouldn’t exactly be the best sort of conversation starter, not before a series of funerals. The son of Demeter was significantly easier to talk to than most, thank goodness, and it was safe to say that Jacques had always had a soft spot for the optimistic and wholesome campers- they seemed a welcome respite from the stress and chaos of being a demigod, with their calm and simple outlooks on life.

“Three millennia, actually,” Jacques started quietly, striding up beside Nathan. He hoped the number would be of some comfort, and not make him look like a total smarta- CS mods don’t come after me please ty. “So I think we’ll be able to put up a good enough fight against one minor goddess and her armies.” Smiling softly, Jacques dipped his head slightly, gesturing to the table beyond Nathan. “Mind if I, um, sit here? The Hermes cabin is a bit cramped and, well,” He trailed off, raising his shoulders helplessly too show there weren’t really any words he could use to describe it. Too emotionally depressing? Not quite. Too loud, but silently? That made no sense. Sometimes, Jacques figured, it was better to leave a blank silence in the place of a string of awkward words.

[sammy,]

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

being told that he was being ridiculous was, surprisingly, quite a calming thing. he didn't have to go out and face the world on his own. that was good. he'd been alive for a couple of hours by now - there would come a point later in the evening where he would have been revived for longer than he was dead. it didn't seem that much in the slightest. a few hours in the underworld - it was nothing and it was everything and it was very much an exposition of just how much of a change had occurred. it was easy to put a mask on for two people. it would be a little more difficult for an entire crowd. "ridiculous is what i do," he said halfheartedly. "thank you." this, however, was entirely genuine. he meant that grace more than he thought he meant anything else on the planet.

'the chosen one' rose images of the little aliens from toy story with their idolised claw. it was a funny image, a short spurt of breath being exhaled as he shoved shoes over his feet, straightened the jacket that had caused such a commotion - best to treat it with respect, he thought. he knew who had owned it now. until he gave it back, no harm would come. it had had a long journey. "is that what you were wearing yesterday?" he asked when he turned to look at the hoodie. yesterday was certainly a concept. an eternity ago both literally and metaphorically. "ready as i'll ever be." it was meant to sound optimistic, but he didn't think it did.

he took the hand, a deep breath in, the mask being rebuilt in the walls of cabin thirteen - an impressive thing, the way he seemed to work. every muscle in his face was flexed and tensed, the cells vibrating. his eyes widened just a little and the dark circles became invisible. his eyebrows rearranged and the pinched line on the bridge of his nose was cemented over. his mouth poised in a vacant, resting smile, back straightening, shoulders being cast back. "right," he gulped down the lump in his throat, the final movement, and pulled the sunglasses from his pocket, ready to slip them on at a moments notice. "good luck packing, you two! don't pick anything i wouldn't wear." his voice an octave higher, he looked down at auggie and nodded. "off go," he'd said that a few times over the past few days, and each time, it had been a note direr. still, the same chirp that felt more difficult to put on than ever, but didn't waver from the perceived norm. because he was good at that, playing that game, winning that game.

toward the door, then, which held the future behind it. he touched the doorknob, hesitated for only a second - and in the meantime, another squeeze of the hand, for both of their benefits, he supposed. "just gonna stand at the back. until -" he opened it, the wind sudden and shocking. "until it's time for the gods-damned curtain call, i suppose." more words he'd said before - the ones that had risen when he'd promised to rage himself into oblivion. everything was a little reminder like that. "we could just run. could just go." but he'd been seen by too many people, and he was already stepping out, putting the sunglasses on his face. "sod it all to hell. we could." it didn't sound that believable anymore.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: ash.
ivi hampton inn, room 207.

ash, thankfully, didn't appear to have been in the firing line of the pillow that had been launched across the room. and the question was a good one. there were a lot of things that had been said by the brash yonner. first order of business was ash sitting down, though, and teilo shifted to give him purchase. "go on," came the nod. "clive. yeah. he was saying that he hoped i have nightmares about dragons." there was an explanation necessary there. "'cause i told him i'm scared of dragons. when he was -" trying to get him to choose between life and death, and all the things that came along with either side. he cleared his throat.

dragons aside, there were a lot of things to explain. and, in the state he was in, he had enough lucidity to know that it was never going to happen if it wasn't right there, right then, when the filter was all but thrown out of the window and all he could focus on was the pulsing edges of the wound on his face. it was a welcomed feeling, in a way, because it distracted from everything else. "talked to him about a lot. you, a bit. because you asked me to tell you what i want, and - i just don't know," his eyes half-lidded, the words barely reaching his own ears. "i never know what i want. never really know how i feel about anything until after it's happened. i look back on something and i can intellectualise it, say 'yeah, that's how i was probably feeling, based on the reaction', but in the moment, it's just - it's all greek to me. me and feelings are ships in the night. i see them on the horizon, i let them pass, and if i go looking for them, i'll probably find something, but if i don't, that's fine too. it's a superpower. don't ever have to feel anything if i don't want to." that wasn't necessarily true. "if i never know what i want, i can never get disappointed."

"but then you said what you said, and - and i don't know, i didn't know, but i can use the past, can't i? i can go, 'well i've felt like this before, i think, and yeah, that's quite similar. that lines up'. except he died, and now i'm thinking of that, instead of thinking of now, feeling now, because i can't feel now, i can only feel then, and -" behind his eyelids, a little heat grew. his throat constricted. "so i look at you, and i think of what you want, and what i might want, and all i can see is grief waiting to happen." teilo shut his eyes fully, pulled the blanket over his shoulder. "whole world's a graveyard, and everything passes. maybe that's just how it's supposed to be. everything just dies anyway, doesn't it?" it was cynical and not the way that he wanted it to go. teilo wanted to be able to say yes to him. to throw caution to the wind and know what he wanted, but it wasn't feasible. he had no idea, and having an idea was scarier than floating in the realm of unbeing.

"night," he muttered. he barely remembered any of what he had said, and that was probably for the best.

[*Lovel*]

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Teilo
Location: Room 207

Ash sat next to him and leaned his head back closing his eyes. "Scared of dragons aye, never thought you were one to be scared of much. Thought I guess everyone's scared of something even if they don't know it." He took a peek at Teilo, he seemed to have more than just that to say about the topic but didn't seem to want to talk about it. Ash closed his eyes waiting for what else Teilo had to say to him. He listened without a peep he doesn't know? the confession made his heart drop to his stomach but he still kept quite, most likely there was more to it.

There was more and he listened to whatever Teilo would give him. "Quite a lonely existence that. The world is full of disappointment but you can't hold your breath trying to avoid disappointment. It happens one way or another but that's how you live, taking those risks." then Teilo was continuing and he promptly closed his mouth again and squeezed his eyes for a moment, today was a stressful day.

"...he died.." Ash wondered who 'he' was, Ash opened his eyes and placed his hand on Teilo's shoulder for a second before bring it up to his hair. "You can tell me about him, whenever your ready that is. Has he been with you since.... since then?" He didn't want to say the word, didn't want to set the reminder, even though it was probably constantly running in the back of his mind.

"Yes, everything does die but you can't go about your life waiting for death, then you aren't living." Then something clicked "But that must've been what you were debating up there. You chose to live another day. To come back here instead of freezing up there." His eyes traveled over Teilo who was seemingly taking partial refuge within the covers. Ash's eyes began to tear up no one had a clue, if he hadn't come in the time he did and stayed out there how long would he still be stuck out there? Would I have still been talking to Mira giving him space while he slowly froze? He wiped the tears away "I'm glad you came back." He turned his head from Teilo to avoid him seeing his tears.

"Night" he seemed to not need Ash's promise anymore. Ash hesitated a moment before just going for it giving Teilo a quick peck on the head and whispering goodnight. With his heart pounding at his own boldness he got up swiftly and sprinted the few steps to his bed jumping on it before swiftly pulling the covers over his head. After a few moments his heart slowed down and he finally drifted to sleep.

[takara]

♠ | Isabelle Yencha
16 | She/her | Poseidon | By the campfire | Rochelle

'We'll go down in flames before we go up in smoke'

Noting Auggie muttering under her breath, Isabelle just shrugged. 'Sink or swim, my Catfish,' 'What if I can't?' A ruffling over her forehead, 'Then I guess you'll drown.' A shudder ran down her spine, and she fought the urge to gag. Gods, gotta love the wonders of layers, she mused, her hodge podge of tops muffling the movement.

"Good. Tripp needs our help," She repeated, as if doing so would make the words any more true. Tripp doesn't need me. He only wants Rochelle, but they're too nice to say it. Thank the gods for small favors. She winced at her own words, but then it was gone, rolled into her next. "And what good's a head anyway? Mine's much too loud," She teased. Just a joke, nothing more. Plain peanut butter.

Isabelle smirked, but her voice was flat. "How about a score of funerals?" She asked, reaching to snatch up Rochelle's hand. No matter what, the daughter of Hades was her rock. Though her earlier words had a hint of a bluff to them, she refused to eat them in front of the other Big Three kids, even as her knees weakened under her.

➶ | Hank Walker
17 | He/him | Apollo [Head Counselor] | --> campfire | Elfie

'A little friendly competition'

Hank shrugged, but dropped it. Getting hurt wasn't a fear of his, as you'd see if you could count his bruises before they faded at unnatural speeds. If it bothered his friend so, he could let it be. There's no telling if I'd like it or not, you've got to risk the bees if you want honey.

He trailed after her, rolling out the stiffness that had gathered in his shoulders. "Yep, juice! Like grape juice!" He grinned. Wine girl seemed a little... offensive if misheard. He squinted at being called an 'enigma'. Something tells me I missed that vocab word. He put on a brave face anyway. "Oh am I now?" He smirked, but it died on his lips as they stumbled into circle of bereaved campers. He ground to a halt behind a dark haired kid, swallowing around the lump that had taken residence in his throat.

Chiron was speaking and the words kept coming, and the lump in his throat made a friend that pricked his eyes. They were given the option to speak and Hank was eternally grateful that he had a moment to gather his thoughts before he was expected to speak. Even so, his cheeks were moistened in moments as memories of Dara were passed around like shards of glass; they were beautiful, but held a razors edge. And poor Dara would never be whole again, just broken memories. Hank smiled at the memory of Dara falling asleep in the forge, nearly dropping into the flames had Hank not been there with him. When he'd been woken up, he'd simply smiled sleepily and said 'Bring that dog of yours next time, eh?' Hank pulled up his camp shirt and wiped the mess off his face the best he could with it. Looking back, I think he was implying that Izzy would stress him into wakefulness, but that's about all I've got of him, aside from sleeping through breakfast. A new line of tears misted up his eyes, but he tried to hold them down. Plenty more of that tonight.

"Bradley Dennus, of the Apollo cabin," Hank stepped forward, sick to his stomach, but he choked it down. "Brad was" Was. Not is. How on earth did I eat earlier, everything feels too heavy. "...gods, what wasn't Brad?" It earned him a noise halfway between a laugh and a sob from near cabin seven. Hank stood a little taller, and pressed on. "Anything you needed, Brad had it. Say the word, and it was in your hands and you had only half an account of how it got there," Like that time I casually mentioned Izzy nursing a hotspot, and then there was a spray bottle of calendula and goldenseal on my bed. "He had a voice that belonged to the heavens, so I, I guess it's only... only fair that, that he continued on to the Fields, " Hank ducked his head, too choked out to continue. The reminiscing was passed on to someone else, and Hank was glad, even if every word felt like a building caving in on him.