Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[*Lovel*]

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Conan
Location: Hermes Cabin

The door opened and out slipped a sorry as she caught sight of his brother. You idiot, they were in the middle of something. Then he was talking. "It's fine, you're fine. I got some food don't worry." Then the funerals came up. "Yeah, um... about those... my brother, the dead one.... he's uh not that dead anymore." the nervous swirling of hair was back. "I was actually looking for you. I wanted to let you know about the doors of death. They are, were, open. Not entirely sure of their status but figured you two should know." She said looking to Conan then his brother. "Uh hello, my names Emerson but everyone calls me Emmie. Sorry to meet you under these circumstances." She gave the other twin that was still seated a smile with her introduction. She turned back to Conan "You said something about speaking to Chiron? What did he happen to mention? Anything about the questers?" She couldn't help but worry about Mira. She never got a goodbye and with the attack on camp around when they left concerned her.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Jamie (Mira)
Location: Stairs -----> Dining area

Ash was glad when Jamie laughed and wasn't offended by Ash's lack of care when remembering names. "Call me whatever you like, except tosser, I would surely die if I was called a tosser." He chuckled at himself. He followed after Jamie down the stairs "That's.... not what I meant. Who's your parent, the Godly one I mean of course. What's your strengths and weaknesses, what's your backstory, why are you here?" He realized the questions were a bit invasive but he was curious and they'd be on this quest together. May as well get to know him a bit. "Though I do agree with you on the yippy dogs. Napoleon syndrome am I right?" another chuckle escaped him.

They had finally made their way to the dining area. The smell of waffles teasing him as his stomach grumbled. He caught sight of Mira holding the bridge of her nose as if she was in pain. A cold he decided, he'd have to talk to her about it after breakfast. Ash grabbed Jamie's hand guiding him to the waffles. "How many do you want? I'm pondering two." He was starved by his definition. He grabbed the batter and started pouring it in the waffle maker.

『 ☯』 Oliver Howe『 ☯』

Son of Phobos ✵ Cabin ? ✵ 17 ✵ Demisexual

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Tags: Open
Location: Lotus Casino -----> Entrance to Camp half blood

Oliver was in his usual spot doodling the fears of passerby, in between a shooting game and a pinball machine, when a staff members voice called out his name next to him. "Oliver Howe. You have a letter." Oliver didn't know when the man approached him but he had Nightshade against the man's throat on the first syllable. Though he had the oddly shaped knife right where it should be for an attack the hand holding it was vibrating.

"Sir, you've been a loyal customer for over 300 years. We have no reason to attack you." Though the man stood straight and his voice kept it's composure Oliver could see the slight tremble in the man's shoulders that made the silver platter with the letter shake also. "Even if you dared to try your will isn't strong enough to be able to fight me." A sigh was released. Oliver looked to his journal, even though he didn't sense the man his powers did drowning, such a boring fear to have. the doodle was beautiful, it showed the man blissfully falling into the depths of some body of water, the sun was peaking through and kissed the man's body in various places.

"You said I received a letter?" He looked to the staff member seemingly already bored with the conversation. "Yes Mr. Howe" with that Oliver lowered Nightshade, hand still shaking and grabbed the letter. The man left his side as Oliver opened the letter with Nightshade's help.

Dear Mr. Howe,

You have been in hiding far too long, I welcome you to join us at Camp Half-Blood.

3141 Farm Road
Montauk, New York

We hope to see you soon.
Camp director,
Mr. D

"Camp Half-Blood? Us?" Oliver's nerves kicked in and his leg begun to shake. Are there others like me? Does this mean I'm no longer being hunted? He thought about the note for hours, mindlessly doodling as time went on. If there's a chance.... I must try. He stood from his table and collected his things. He made his way to the front desk slipped his card out of his pocket and sliding it to the blonde lady behind the counter, the lady glanced up to Oliver and then looked at at the card. "Mr. Howe, what are you-" He put a hand up and she stopped, eyes widening. "I - I need a car to take me to a destination. P-Please hail me one." The blonde was about to protest when Oliver opened his mouth again "You you have no business fighting me." Even though he stuttered and repeated his words the woman still nodded and picked up the phone.

Oliver didn't listen to her words, the sound of his own heart was deafening. "Follow me, the cab should be here in five." Her voice was as smooth as honey. "How do I pay them?" Oliver had no money. he had gambled it all away mindlessly, believing he'd never need it. "It's on the house sir, a thank you from us for being such a loyal customer." He fully knew that wasn't the case. They feared him, even though he was more scared of the people residing in the casino more.

The woman was right, no more than five minutes had passed and the cab was pulling in in front of them. The woman helped Oliver into the the cab, before she closed the door she paused "Farewell Mr. Howe." Then the door closed softly. He could read between the lines, what she had meant was "I hope to never see you again." "Where to?" The gruff voice of the driver asked. "3141 Farm Road, Montauk New York." The driver peered at Oliver through the rear view mirror and gulped. Flying, how typical "You sure you have enough for that kid?" Oliver raised a brow "The casino will pay you handsomely. N-now please take me to my destination." The driver didn't say another word to whole ride to his required destination which Oliver was perfectly fine with.

After hours of clenching onto the door and doodling the different ways the driver could fly they were finally where he needed to be. "Here." The driver said. Oliver looked out the window, there was nothing but a big hill. "Are you sure this is your destination kid?" The driver asked looking at the hill to. Am I? "Yes?" The answer came out as a question. The driver didn't have the chance to ask anymore questions about it. Oliver was already out the door closing it gently. "Here goes nothing." He whispered to himself.

He made it up the hill and stopped at the archway that read Camp Half Blood. I guess this is the right place. He walked under the archway and his skin began to crawl as he saw what was on the other side. There were dozens of other kids walking around. He slowly backed up toward the archway I should've stayed at the casino. At least there they feared me and wouldn't hurt me. His hand went to the inside of his coat gripping onto Horace.

[WitchHazel]

Mirabelle Everhart
|♡|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn, Dining Room|Tags: Aiden|

Despite her dwindling appetite, Mirabelle picked at her muffin as Aiden talked. It wasn't her usual healthy protein-filled breakfast. Far from it. But she wasn't feeling great, and it was the only thing that sounded vaguely edible. It wasn't very flavourful - or perhaps her tastebuds weren't working properly. Still, she needed to eat something, and it was food. Besides, the act kept her hands busy.

"Sorry," she stated when he pointed out that it didn't take much to send her into a tizzy. "Put it out of my mind. I - I think I can do that." She took a short, sharp breath as she nodded, more to herself than Aiden. In truth, she wasn't sure she could. The heavy topic weighed on her already clouded mind, darkening into a storm. I have to focus on something else or the storm will break. Focus on - focus on... She wasn't sure what to focus on. Every thought in her pounding head rang with panic. But she had to try. Just focus on... focus on Aiden's voice. How calm and collected he sounds.

It was working. The Doors of Death being open was a guess, not a fact. Yes, they were on their own, and that was frightening. But they had each other at the very least - she took solace in knowing that. "We don't know for sure that the Doors are open. If they are, then it's more than likely related in some way. He's right. If they are, it's probably related, too convenient to be a coincidence - ugh, Mirabelle, you're doing it again! Focus on his voice, remember? Focus on his voice and nothing else. You're going to be fine. You're always fine. Right. The best they could do was keep an eye on Teilo. After he'd left so abruptly, worry had started nagging at her roots. But she didn't know him well enough to determine if going after him would help or just make things worse.

Aiden made some very good points - points that calmed the fluttering in her chest. "Yes - um - thank you, Aiden. I -" her voice cracked, and she had to pause for some tea. "- I'm sorry. I let my nerves get carried away for a bit back there." A nervous chuckle, another cough smothered in her scarf. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. "Seriously, thank you. I mean it. Sometimes -" But the news was on, and someone had unmuted it. Turned it up, in fact. One name caught her attention, sending chills through her bones. Kingston. She stopped mid-sentence as what little attention her sleep-deprived mind had left focused on the words being broadcast.

"- the polar nexus continues to wreak havoc throughout the state of New York. With UK Defence Minister Malcolm Kingston's claims about 'demi-gods' in our midst -" the broadcaster made little air quotes with his fingers "- the public wants to know - are these dangerous teens really responsible for the current winter weather warning in place, or is the culprit climate change? That's all from me. Paul, back to you."
There was an awkward pause as the news anchors switched out.
"Thanks Terry. In other news, fashion mogul and NBC news sponsor Daniel Everhart released a statement claiming that he is swiftly accelerating the production of his winter line. The heavily anticipated 'Everwinter' collection will be available for preorder just a few weeks from today."

Mirabelle had just taken another sip of tea, and at the most inopportune time. She nearly spit it across the room in her sudden shock at hearing her father's name so unexpectedly. Instead, she swallowed the drink rather awkwardly. Zut alors. Just her luck. Within seconds, she was bent over coughing as the warm liquid went down the wrong pipe, surely calling unwanted attention to herself. Not only was the act uncomfortably painful, but absolutely mortifying. Oh mes dieux, everyone's probably staring at me now. I wish I could turn invisible like Teilo. She did her best to muffle it all in her elbow, though the damage had already been done.


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

Vivienne was vaguely aware of something being slid in front of her, lying on the table. A voice talking, going in one ear and out the other. And then there were arms around her; arms that were big and strong and warm and most definitely real. It was the first sensation she'd seen as real since the... whatever happened in the kitchen.

"You're gonna be safe here with me, and I'm not going anywhere."
Vivienne didn't realise how tightly her fingers had dug into Kayle's shirt; like she was gripping on for dear life. Tears steamed against her frigid cheeks, but stopped soonafter they tracked their way down her face. "Kayle." She was real, so so real. And she wasn't going to leave. Everyone else left. Her foster parents, people she thought were her friends, Audra... but Kayle wasn't going to leave. She wasn't alone anymore. Vivienne took a shaky breath as she felt the tremours in her body start to ebb.

In coming back into herself, she noticed the rather... public venue of her spectacle. A building of some sort - a restaurant? A Domicile of Waffles, I believe? Her stomach felt empty. Hunger. I am registering hunger. That was a good sign; another real sensation she could latch onto. It was then that she became aware that she was clutching Kayle's shirt in a vice. She quickly relaxed her grip, eyes drifting to the tiled floor below. What - what are those monstrosities upon my feet!? They were horrendous, that much she was certain of. She wished she could have kicked them off right there, but walking around in bare feet was unladylike. I am... I am still dressed in the clothing I have slept in. Another embarrassing factoid. Pair that with her tangled, unbraided hair and emotional outburst, and she was practically squirming with discomfort. "Kayle." She said it again, louder this time. Words were still taking a little bit to get used to. "Let us ascertain nourishment, then leave this place. I would like to be wearing something more... becoming."

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: collin (couther).
ivi dining pavilion

"you know what they say. no news is good news. so why not celebrate it? everything that happens in this place, a quiet day is nothing short of a miracle," orin continued. in the back of his mind, he was aware that he had experienced the extremes of what nothing had to offer, and it had been far from a celebratory experience, but that was neither here nor there. when alive, the quiet moments were to rejoice over. "i've always had disdain for chiron's aversion to the occasional explosion. i don't think it's so much to ask. a bit of dynamite goes a hell of a long way for morale." with a bit more thought, it was made certain that golden ninja stars were not the best way to go. "yeah. maybe i'll let you have that one. my treat, you know? i'll let you take all the credit. i'm good like that."

a toaster didn't seem that bad of an attribute to have on a bionic arm. at least, he didn't see the shock that was mustered from its proposal. "you never been hungry on the go? never wanted a toasted bagel and only had the untoasted substitute? i'm thinking in four dimensions, here, collin. you gotta catch up with the times." laser toast was a ridiculous idea. "no. that'd be uneven. and laser-cooked toast has probably got horrible repercussions. that's carcinogen central. you can keep the gold star system. i'll be mr. bionic-arm. that can be the agreement."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐳 ！！ x─────ix ♘
x──────i ii ares. iii eighteen. iiii tags: riley.
ivi outside.

morally good was a stretch. grey was a better way to describe it. he didn’t want to do bad things, far from it. it just so happened that he seemed to attract them, and by the time the red mist faded, it was too late. easier to cement himself as a beast, someone not to be crossed, than confront the roots of the issues. it was a defence mechanism in the most offensive of manners - he struck others down before they had a chance to do the same to him. he put himself on a pedestal of a man that must not be crossed because it saved him the struggle. “do you want a shovel?” leo asked, voice dull as she kept digging her verbal hole.

as she tried to save herself from the magnitude of her blunder, he watched, not intercepting, just allowing the word vomit to tumble. “people are a lot more complicated than you give them credit for,” he said in regard to his apparently lacking displays of human decency. he didn’t feel the need to justify himself to her. there was no point. “listen - it’s not… don’t look too far into it,” he scratched the back of his head idly. “your brother died. and it was -” he didn’t want to say probably sort of my fault, somewhere, but it was implied in the pause. “i felt bad. he came back to life and i still felt bad. if i’d left you there i would’ve felt worse. it was just me being self-absorbed, so…” it wasn’t the whole truth, but it was easier than outing himself as multifaceted. “forget it all you want. it doesn’t really matter, does it? i’m just gonna find another way to make you think i’m a bad guy. best not to get your hopes up.” honesty was the best policy. there was no doubt in his mind that he would continue on the path that he had been on, no matter the blips.

the invite seemed tentative, so leo shook his head. “no. i’m good. i was actually on my way to climb up a tree and throw rocks at dryads,” the joke was delivered monotonously, and he realised a little too slowly that it would easily be taken the wrong way. “that’s - i’m joking. that was a joke, before you start screaming high heaven.” the truth was that he was on his way for a morning bout of mindfulness, and that was somehow more embarrassing. “so i’ll… yeah.” he jerked his thumb in the other direction. “good talk. later,”

sometimes, it was nice to have a conversation that didn’t end in a punch-out.

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

conan listened closely as emmie explained, the low drone of conversation between eyre and aldous taking a backseat. the news of her brother came as a surprise. “and that’s… that’s good, right? that’s a good thing?” she had seemed tentative in its regard the day previous. “the gods only know that if this one came back from the dead i’d be caterwauling with joy.” he didn’t like to think of the prospect of his twin being put in that situation in the first place, and pushed the thought away.
the doors of death were open, and that was definitely bad. he turned back to aldous, whose face was pinched in a pensive expression, and nodded at him. “did you…”
“yeah,” and aldi offered a meagre wave to emmie. “sorry, i... eyre, there’s been a bit of change -” the image of the iris message flickered.
trusting that the information would be purveyed in better words by his brother, conan returned his gaze to emmie. “it’s funny. sons of the god of doors and we had no idea. feels like something that we should’a felt. those are the most important doors, aren’t they?” he didn’t let nerves break through his voice, remained as steady and confident as ever. “chiron. right, yeah. and dionysus, who was… you know, he was… well. he’s an interesting god. anyway - it was just - you know, this kingston business. next steps. we were trying to figure out if aldi and i could create a… a door that could transport more than just us. but it would take immense amounts of power, and even then…” a glaze caught his eyes. “i dunno about the questers. they’ll probably update today. that’s eyre on the phone there. praetor. she’s, uh…” unsure of the words to describe her accurately, he settled on: “capable. eager to get this all figured out. ready to put some heads on pikes.”

“anyway. ‘nough about that,” conan stretched. they had been granted clothes from the lost and found, a little more fitting for the weather than the t-shirts they had been wearing previous. he picked up a hoodie that hung on the door, the one granted to him by her the day previous, and passed it over. “thank you for this. safe and sound. shouldn’t you be going to breakfast?”

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

teilo was struck by the smell before he felt the wiry arms around him. the smell of wind tinged with cigarette smoke, underlaid with cedar and amber and bergamot. a cologne, he realised, and not one that he recognised. the arms were alien as well, but in truth, any hug from any person registered as unfamiliar in his head, so that was no surprise. he was surprised to find that he didn’t flinch away, and when the voice rang, sounding clearer than it had the night before, he understood a bit as to why. clive, somehow touching him, holding him firm enough to hinge him to the present moment. the tears kept coming regardless.

teilo was struck by the itch to run. not from clive specifically, nor his noted ‘company’, who was talking but barely being registered, like her words were being transported through oil. he was having to make conscious effort to understand them, he realised, and it was times like these - though rare in their numbers - that he missed his grandfather. it was easier to talk about difficult things when he didn’t have to make the conscious effort to find the right words to translate them into. so it was quiet he stayed, feeling the hairs on the top of his head twitch, manipulated.

“she is a bloody loon, this one. you’re gonna have to ‘elp me out here, see. keeps talking about mickey mouse’s little dog and… and hull. she mentioned hull. i’ve got no clue ‘ere, mate. i’m useless. i need your local knowledge.”
that broke through, if only because it sounded so ridiculous that he needed clarification. “dywedwch - say that again,” the voice was throaty and thick, but there nevertheless. “what d’you mean hull?” he cast a glance toward moxie, cloudy gaze suspicious and unsettled. it didn’t line up with the tears that continued to fall, incessant and unending, but he hoped he had some kind of stance.
“hull, mate.” clive said, seeming pleased with himself. something had gotten through, at least. “kingston-upon, to be specific. i don’t even know. you’re gonna ‘ave to ask -”
“kingston?” that was a name he knew, and the mistake made sense. though the other ghost was translucent, barely there, he tried to look properly at her. “what about him? how d’you…” he’d seen her the night before, as hazy as the blood-trodden memory was. “why’re you here? why am i - why can’t i - i can’t help. whatever it is, i can’t help, i’m just driving, alright? i’m not - i don’t know what you think i know about that man, but it’s nothing. he visited my village once. that was it. i barely saw him. if you think i know something, i don’t, i don’t know anything. i can’t -” his voice, already strained, cracked.
“you shut it, now,” clive prodded him. “more use than i am, aren’t you? you know who that fella is. that’s good enough. i told her you’re a son o’ tanner toast. she thinks you might be able to ‘elp her out.”
“i can’t,” he decided, without trying.
“oh, well that’s it, is it? everything’s out the window now. you can’t do it. except i think you can. shoulders back, taffy. head up. just listen. you might learn something from this maniac. i ‘ave. no idea what it is, exactly, that i’ve learnt, but it’s a lot. a lot of words rattling around my bonce that weren’t there before. just listen.”
defeated, and perhaps just yearning for clive to shut up, he sat back and prepared to do exactly that.

[WitchHazel]

|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Half-Blood Hill|Tags: Oliver|

Juliet had gone to Half-Blood Hill for some air. Or, at least, that's what she told everyone. In reality, she desperately needed an escape from the doom and gloom of overhanging grief. It wasn't that she didn't feel it too, she just... didn't want to deal with it. Didn't know how.

She'd eaten just about as much food as she could fit in her stomach before starting the wintry trek, keeping an eye out for her missing aviator jacket along the way. She'd found the article of clothing in a clump of bushes not far from the cabins area. Dusting off the snow, she'd immediately shrugged it on. The stiff garment provided little warmth in its frozen state, but a sense of comfort came with wearing it. It was a gift from her mom, and always reminder her of home. Besides, Juliet could handle the cold.

She ignored the Big House ruins as she climbed the hill, intent on finding a quiet place to plan some lighthearted pranks. That outta raise everyone's spirits a little. Or at least provide some temporary laughs, as the case may be. What she found instead was a wild-eyed stranger - a demigod; he had to be. Unless the barrier was down again. One look over at the golden fleece swaying peacefully from Thalia's pine told her that her first inclination was correct.

"Hey, kid!" He looked older than she was. She didn't care. "Whaddya think you're doing lurking around the entrance? You'll freeze to death out here if you're not careful, you know!" Her voice carried a modicum of annoyance, but her tone was playful and teasing. "You look totally lost, pal. Are you even from this time period?" His clothing style looked especially antiquated, though Mira was more the expert on that. She didn't wait for an answer before moving on. "Look. If you're here, then you're either a demigod or a satyr, and I don't see any goat legs. I can take you up to get some food and meet the head honchos if you want. Or... you can stay out here and freeze. What's your name, anyway? I'm Juliet, but feel free to call me Jules. Or 'you little miscreant!', 'Hermes imp!' or even 'for the love of the gods put down that flamethrower before you hurt someone!'. I go by many names." She grinned, closing the distance between them as she extended a hand for a handshake. She wasn't sure the shifty guy would accept, but it was worth a shot. So long as she didn't lose a finger.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

[☘︎]17|she/her|Hebe|Half-Blood Hill|tags: Oliver, Juliet

Aoife was unusually quiet during breakfast, her usual high strung nature and boundless energy somewhat reined in due to the circumstances. It wasn’t that she lacked the energy, but she felt a bit bad causing chaos when everyone already had so much on their plates, and she didn’t think her unconventional ways of spreading joy would actually be appreciated. She ate quickly, then fled from the pavilion. She didn’t want to stare at the somber faces any longer than she had to, didn’t want to feel the palpability of their grief or acknowledge her own. It wasn’t fair. She’d been granted the godly gift of healing powers and now it was essentially useless. She couldn’t fix them, and it pained her.

She needed a distraction, luckily she didn’t have to go far before finding one in the form of Juliet and some kid she didn’t recognize standing atop the hill. She couldn’t tell what was going on from a distance, but the daughter of Hermes was usually a good source of entertainment, so she had high hopes. She made her way over as quietly as she could, which was difficult with the clumsy crunching of snow beneath her feet, creeping up on the pair about as stealthily as a duck in tap shoes. Her face spread into a grin as she caught the end of Juliet's sentence, pausing a few feet away to lean against Thalia’s pine with her arms crossed. “I prefer that last one,” she piped up. She eyed the new boy and her smile flickered. “Christ's sake, Capulet, what did you do to him? The poor kid looks petrified. You alright, man? This one can be a bit much, but she’s alright,” she said to Oliver, flashing Juliet a teasing smile as she did.

━━━ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

[➳]18|he/him|Athena|Forge|tags: Wilhelm

Caleb’s heart dropped into his stomach, a brief moment of panic overtaking, a fraction of a second where the world was spinning sideways and he couldn’t breathe. His cabin. He meant the Athena campers. Aiden and all his other half siblings. But Will had no idea just how close to home those words had hit. He was here for his sibling. Everything he’d done, everything he’d worked for, it was all for his sister. And of course he cared about his cabinmates, of course he’d do everything he could to protect them. But he was there for his sister. He gave a weak smile, the expression something that could easily be attributed to everything else going on around them, to the pressure that had been placed on his shoulders as acting head counselor. “Of course.”

The blackened marks scrubbed away, Caleb had been inspecting his work, checking for any damage he had missed at first glance. He looked up at the question, then back at the shield, considering for a moment. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle himself, but Will seemed eager, like he just wanted something to do with his hands. Caleb understood that feeling, having something to work on made you feel a little less helpless, like there was at least one thing he could control. “Bit of a dent here,” he said, running his finger over the dip in the metal. “It got thrown around a bit earlier, could use a touchup.”

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

[✿]16|he/him|Iris|Hampton Inn, dining room|tags: Ash

Jamie frowned at Ash’s request not to call him a tosser, though he wasn’t entirely sure what it meant, he was fairly certain it wasn’t nice. “Oh, no, I wouldn’t—” He clued in at the laugh that the other boy had been joking. “Right,” he said quietly with a faint smile. “Oh, uh…” Ash really didn’t hold back on the deep questions apparently. At least he was interested enough to ask, it would’ve been rude not to answer. “Iris.” That was the easy one. “I, um...well I’m pretty good at drawing.” He cringed as the words left his mouthing, hearing how pathetic they sounded. “I mean, I know that’s not really a strength but it’s...it’s got to do with godly influence or whatever so, you know…” He shrugged. “Um...I’m not great with fighting and stuff, that’s a pretty big weakness.” He didn’t really have to answer all these questions. He knew that, but even though he felt a bit like he was being interrogated, he would’ve felt bad just shrugging them off.

“I’m…” Why was he here? To make up for things that had happened in the past, things he hadn’t been able to do anything about, things he’d been too weak or too afraid to do anything about. To prove to himself and everyone else that he wasn’t a coward, that he wasn’t weak and pathetic and useless and that he could actually do something. To prove that he was capable of running towards a fight and not just away from it. To test whether any of that could actually be true, whether it even mattered that he had the blood of a god in him. “Same as everyone else, I guess. I just want to help end this whole thing as soon as possible.” He’d skipped over the backstory part a little, hopefully Ash would think it just wasn’t interesting enough to share. Hopefully he’d find the parts he had shared interesting enough to avoid any further questions. “What about you?” he asked finally. “That’s my story, now you gotta tell me yours. All of it.” He hesitated, then added, “If you want, that is.”

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐎’𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

[✵]17|he/him|Zeus|Dining Pavilion|tags: Orin (the brousin)

He still thought it would be difficult to keep track of nothing, but Orin did have a point about nothingness being quite sparse around camp. “I suppose you’re right. Probably wouldn’t happen very often, though.” He snorted a laugh at the dynamite comment, shaking his head. “As much as this place could use a morale boost right now, I’m going to have to side with the centaur on that one. I’m not sure an explosion is the way to go.” Being granted credit for the proposed ninja star reward system did not feel at all like a gift. “Oh, thanks, how kind of you. Pin the blame on me when your idea goes South. You’re a real angel,” he said with a grin.

“Well, I think if I were in a situation where I couldn’t access a toaster I probably wouldn’t be so picky about eating an untoasted bagel, that’s all.” He raised his hands in defeat. “I guess I’m just old fashioned.” Leave it to Orin to take a discussion about bionic arms and laser toast entirely seriously, though he did have a point about carcinogens. “Hang on, so you get cool, robot toaster arms and I get gold stars? Why do I feel like I’ve got the short end of the stick here? I think you just played me. Would you at least share your bionic arm toast with me?”

[*Lovel*]

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Conan and Aldous
Location: Hermes cabin

"I've... definitely interrupted something." Emerson said softly mostly to herself as she noticed the Iris message. "I uh yes, I believe so but he's different. It's subtle in ways that you'd know if you were close with him. His uh energy in a sense.. it's changed." Her attention was split between Conan's words and the Iris message happening. She was curious to see what their camp was like, she'd never been though she probably wasn't the only one. The twins obviously hadn't been to their camp before now. "Can't say I was totally happy at first, I was ready to knock him down with my electricity if it wasn't him." an awkward chuckle escaped her.

Conan's twin looked less than happy about the news of the doors which didn't surprise her. The twin offered a wave in reply to her greeting, she wondered if he would've said more if he wasn't on an Iris message. She had a feeling he wouldn't have said many more words, he didn't seem as talkative or confident as Conan. As Conan took his eyes off his brother so did Emmie. She was confused why they wouldn't have felt it also, there had to be some reason. Maybe someone had stopped them from feeling it, was that possible? "Could someone prevent you from feeling it somehow?" He didn't seem quite too worried though that didn't mean he wasn't deep inside.

"Mr. D is... Mr. D, not very impressive when it comes to gods standards. But, don't let him hear you say that. He'll turn you into a plant or something." Kingston business, he was really a big threat to them wasn't he? "To transport more than just you two? Maybe the Hecate kids could somehow help with that?" She spit the idea out without thinking more about it. Her hands flew to her mouth. So they didn't call once they got somewhere to stay for the night. Hopefully they are fine. She uncovered her mouth at he explained who was on the Iris message "I would be too if I was her. People she cares about are in danger." She would've done anything to keep her friends and family safe if it was within reason.

『 ☯』 Oliver Howe『 ☯』

Son of Phobos ✵ Cabin ? ✵ 17 ✵ Demisexual

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Tags: Juliet and Aoife
Location: Half Blood Hill

Even though he saw the girl coming Oliver jumped a bit. His reaction time was on point and instead of grabbing Horace he switched gears and pulled Hemlock out, unwinding it from his wrist and lashing it towards the girl. He meant for the rope and hook to wrap around the girls waist but instead it got her left ankle. Oh for heavens sake, curse these forsaken hands. she was talking like she had something to be excited about, he didn't understand, there was no sports game happening or money being won. She then asked a question about time that he took literally. "No" He answered showing no sign of him being anything but serious.

She was already talking again and his head started to hurt vaguely this is not the greeting I expected, why is this child greeting me? Wait I still look like a child. The realization never occurred to him while he was at the casino, the staff had treated him like an adult and the other people kept their distance. However this girl didn't get the clue and was closing in on him introducing herself. He took a few steps back as she got closer, he thought about pulling Horace on her but if another kid showed he'd need a free hand and weapon. "Ol-Oliver Howe, son of Phobos. I'm unpleased.... I mean pleased" no you don't "to make your acquaintance."

He looked to the outstretched hand This is supposed to be a hand something.... I remember seeing people do some intricate ones... hand shakes! That's what they are. he took her hand still not loosening his weapons hold on the girl named Juliet and shook it then gave her a fist bump. He was just copying something he'd seen kids do at the casino not fully aware if it was right to do or not.

Then another girls voice entered their conversation and he quickly released Hemlock's hold on Juliet replacing it with Horace around the back of her neck and sending it the new girls way. This time he landed Hemlock around the waist and he pulled the curly blonde to them. "Capulet? Who are you?" he asked looking her dead in the eyes. His powers were probably at works right now on the extreme since he was on edge. The curly blonde probably would be seeing her worst fear in the depths of his eyes. At least she wouldn't hurt him if that was the case. His grip on Horace began to tremble threatening to give Juliet a few scratches on the nape of her neck.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Jamie
Location: By waffle maker

The confusion upon Ash using the word tosser was evident. "Tosser means obnoxious jerk essentially." He explained "I may be obnoxious but I am rarely a jerk. At least I'd like to think I'm not." a hand went to his eyes to rub them. He only momentarily forgotten his eyes were burning. "Iris, the Goddess of rainbows. Can you generate rainbows? Have super speed? That's cool, quite fitting for you." he realized that could've been taken the wrong way. "I mean you're really nice and have a cheery vibe to you." He covered up so Jamie didn't take any offense.

"I'm not very good at fighting myself, it's not the same as in a video game so..." He trailed off thinking about his games he was missing. Hopefully no important events were happening in his absence. He was even missing the cabin cat and most importantly their sloth. He looked to the steps paying close attention to them, taking in how the looked and possible felt. Anything to get rid of the thoughts of his cabin.

He seemed to be thinking hard about Ash's question, good. "Not the same as me, I joined for the glory and being able to go on an actual quest.... it's not all it was cracked up to be though.." He thought there would be more action, more adventure to it. He thought he'd be saving a princess or a prince, he couldn't even save Teilo when he needed someone the most. A frown settled on Ash's face. "I shouldn't feel guilty but I do." Jamie would probably misunderstand and take it a different way than he meant it. He didn't feel guilty about why he was there, opposite in fact, if he got some glory all these feelings would be worth it. Right?

He knew there was more than what Jamie was telling him but he didn't push it. Mainly because he hoped Jamie would grant him the same courtesy. "I'm a son of Hypnos by the if it hasn't been made obvious yet. Also son of a famous baker, in the UK that is, don't know if she made it quite global yet. I'm an avid gamer, missing those a bit right now actually. Usually play those with Juliet, daughter of Hermes you may know her, she's bored out of her mind without me right now. I've got slim pickings in the friend category." He was rambling now. You are a tosser and vain too, quit your yapping. "Oh, I'm sorry I'm really droning on about myself." then a beep sounded and he pulled the hot waffle out and onto a plate. He decided against another waffle and settled on grabbing a packet of peanut butter and honey. He leaned against the counter as he waited for Jamie.

[WitchHazel]

|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Half-Blood Hill|Tags: Oliver, Aoife|

Juliet didn't even flinch when the rope was suddenly around her ankle. "What in the - a grappling hook? Seriously?" The expression on her face told him she was utterly unimpressed. "...you know how easily I can get out of this, right?" Still, it seemed to provide the kid some sense of comfort. No harm in just leaving it, so long as she didn't trip and fall on her face.

"Oliver Howe? How about Oliver Twist? Olive Oil? Olly-Olly-oxen-free? Oooh or wait, Liver! 'A census-taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti'." The impression of Hannibal Lecter's voice was spot-on, if only for her mimicry abilities. It was clear whoever this kid was, he had been living under a rock for the past however many years. "Hannibal Lecter? 'The Silence of the Lambs'? Come on, man, that's only one of the most famous quotes in movie history." As she blathered on, her outstretched hand was taken. Her lazy handshake returned, followed by an awkward fist-bump.

Then Aoife arrived, and all hell broke loose. Before she could answer any of the other girl's questions, the rope unwound from her leg only to be replaced with cool, sharp metal at the back of her neck. "Ay ay ay! What're you trying to do, kill me!?" That much was obvious. "We're on the same side, you meshuggener!" Unless he's working for Khione or that V chick. "Capulet? Who are you?" "Not Shakespeare's Juliet, that's for sure." She cast Aoife a halfhearted glare and stuck her tongue out at her.

That's when something strange happened. A dark aura of dread started to emanate from Oliver. Phobos. God of fear or something, she recalled. Yup, that checks out. "H-Hey, look, kid - uh, Oliver? Yeah, Oliver. We're not here to hurt you, bud. Far from it. We're - we're the welcoming committee, see? This place - it's a safehaven for demigods like you - like us. No monsters can get past the entrance. Mr. D and Chiron make sure we're all safe and looked after. No one here is gonna hurt you, kapeesh?" Her hazel eyes darted around the area, searching for a window to slip away. Something was biting into her neck - the blade of whatever weapon was back there. I dunno if I can get outta this one. One wrong move and that thing cuts through my spine.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: collin (couther).
ivi dining pavilion

orin made a point of rolling his eyes when the dynamite idea was shot down. "you don't see the vision, coll. you've been blinded by your own limited little view of the world," realistically, he knew that the sound of explosions was not one that he wanted to hear. for some reason, touching on the thought sent his mind back to the church, the sound of the roof caving in, that interminable rumble that only spelt out bad news. for a moment, a glaze over his eyes, gone as soon as it had come. "listen, man. i came back to life. i'm basically jesus. except he took, what, twelve days? rookie numbers. i had it down in hours. he could learn a thing or two about - no, sorry. that's - that's blasphemy, isn't it? i shouldn't blaspheme. trying my luck seems a really bad idea right about now."

"you shouldn't settle for anything less than the best," he said simply. "bionic toaster arm. one of the fancy toasters, as well. you get a faulty toaster, you'll end up with burns all down your arm. you don't want that. you need quality in these things," he settled the thought, then offered a look that was all too smug when collin clocked on to the devious plan he hadn't realised he'd been hatching. "you made your decision, little man. you can have your stars. leave it to the big guys to play with the toasters and bionetics." he considered the question. "you'll have to leave that with me. i've got a unique selling point here, and i can't be missing out on profit. i'm an entrepreneur, at the end of the day. it's what i do."

a glance down at the empty bowl, and then at the door, which seemed to be welcoming a lot of weary-eyed campers. he had someone to introduce, he recalled, and the cafeteria seemed a good place to do that. "right. i need to grab some things. get my damn coat back, for one. i feel naked. like one of those wolf children. you seen them? unbelievable," he slapped the table, went to stand. "i will see you in a bit, o'riley. don't go letting off any fireworks without me, alright?"

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

as emmie explained, conan's eyebrow found itself drifting further up his forehead. "can you speak to him about it?" he asked, as though such a thing was an easy feat. if aldi had died and come back to life wrong, he wasn't sure what he would have done - whether he would have been capable of confronting the issue. to focus on the bad in a situation that should have been miraculous was perhaps not the best idea. "guy's just died, right? i don't know him, but i think that'd shake me. dunno about him."

the question about the doors was a good one, and not one that he had the answer for. "maybe it's just not dad's area," he offered meagrely. "real doors. these ones -" he slapped the frame of the doorway he stood in. "the past and the future don't really exist in the realm of the dead. it's just..." the slapping-hand came out in front of him, stilled and flat in the air parallel to his chest. "present. nothing. no clocks in hell." whether that was a blessing or a curse was undecided.

"i'd be a really cool plant," he murmured. hecate was a name he recognised, thankfully, not having to glance back at aldous for clarification. "it's an idea. i dunno if doorway magic is gonna be their gig, though." a little shrug. he was taking everything as it came, seemingly lax to the whole situation, unbristled and markedly calm. "eyre's not really the caring type," he said, perhaps a little too loudly. there wasn't necessarily bad blood between the two - it had been a mutual decision (for her. to dump him.) - and it was fine. "we're meant to be the big guns, y'know? and she's had to send us two idiots out to look for help. from greeks. her ego's suffering right now."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

[☘︎]17|she/her|Hebe|Half-Blood Hill|tags: Oliver, Juliet

Aoife hadn’t noticed the weapon until it was around her waist and she was stumbling towards the pair. She didn’t seem at all panicked as she was dragged forward, just slightly amused. Her expression faltered momentarily when she saw the knife, gaze flickering to the panicked look on the boy's face. So maybe she'd walked into something a little more intense than she'd realized. That was fine, it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Camp was full of all sorts of crazies, this was just another one to throw in the mix, if they could calm him down enough before someone got stabbed. “Gods, you’re jumpy aren’t you? I’m…” She didn't get a chance to finish her introduction, what she’d been going to say dissipating into a puff of steam in the air as her gaze locked on Oliver’s. They were dying, all of them. Including her. Something was eating away at them from the inside, corroding their lungs, withering away at their bodies, and she couldn’t do anything to fix it. She was helpless. She was dying. “What are you—” She tried to pull away, losing her footing in the snow and falling into a clumsy heap. She took in a gasp of cold air that burned her throat, then another, scrabbling at the ground as she tried to drag herself away from the horrors spreading before her. “S-stop. What are you—what’s your deal, man? Stop. Stop, make it stop.” Her voice was shrill, trembling, the easy confidence she'd held before suddenly shattered. Finally, she tore her eyes away from the boy, covering her face as she sucked in rapid breaths, her whole body shaking.

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐎’𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

[✵]17|he/him|Zeus|Dining Pavilion|tags: Orin (the brousin)

Collin paused at the mention of burns, brow furrowed, mouth open slightly. “Orin... he said slowly. "You’d have robot arms. How are you gonna burn robot arms? Doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose?” He attempted a look of offense in return to Orin’s smugness, but ended up smiling again, shaking his head in defeat. “I don’t think I did, actually. I think you made that decision for me.”

He caught the glance towards the door, could see the cogs whirring in his brother’s brain before he announced he was leaving. “Like—” His face twisted in confusion at the mention of wolf children, but he decided it was best not to ask. Questions usually led to tangents that left him more confused than he had been to begin with. “Yeah, alright. As long as you try not to anger Jesus or...anyone.” A lighthearted request, but it held a bit of truth in it. Maybe it was unfair to imply that Orin was going to go around starting anything now, but tensions were high, and he didn’t exactly expect him to keep his head down in the way Collin would. It wasn't judgement so much as concern for his safety.

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

[✿]16|he/him|Iris|Hampton Inn, dining room|tags: Ash

“You’re not,” Jamie decided quickly. “I mean, I’ve only known you for like a day but, you’re neither of those things.” He laughed at Ash’s comment of rainbows being fitting for him, then the immediate attempt at backtracking. “No, you’re right. It is fitting,” he said with a grin. “I don’t really…” Superspeed would’ve been helpful. Probably not something he’d use well in battle, but for someone who did a lot of running away, being able to get there faster would be nice. The Big House collapse drifted back to his mind, and the burst of light that had destroyed the door Aggy was trapped behind. That had come from him, hadn’t it? He hadn’t been able to do anything like that since, but he hadn’t actually tried. “No, nothing cool like that.”

“Oh...well...that’s good. Not that it’s not…good, you know. I meant your reasoning.” He didn’t really understand the appeal, the mindset one would need to have to throw themselves into danger simply for the glory of it, but it was admirable. The kind of stuff heroes in stories did, not something he’d ever do. He wasn’t sure what to do when Ash frowned, said something that felt like there was a lot more to it. “Brains are weird,” he offered. “Sometimes they make you feel or think things that aren’t true. You just have to remember that they’re not. That you know better.” He didn’t know if his words would make a difference to the other boy, but he had to say something. “We’ve only just started.” The thought made him shudder. “I’m sure you’ll get your glory and it’ll all be worth it.”

Jamie listened intently as Ash returned the explanation of himself, the combination of dining room smells suddenly flooding his senses and making his stomach rumble. His expression brightened at the mention of being an “avid gamer”. “I like games. I’m not very good at them,” he admitted. “But, like...Mario Kart and stuff. I play a lot with my dad when I’m at home.” The was incredibly lame. Ash was probably really good at all sorts of games and he was rambling on about playing Mario Kart with his dad. “Well, now you’ve got another,” he returned with a smile. “No, no, you’re fine,” he said quickly, stepping forward to take his turn with the waffle maker. “I asked.”

[Deoledath]

| Drew Byrne | 16 | He/Him/His | Athena | Location: Mess Hall | Tags: Open

Drew was starving, not that it was terribly uncommon for hunger to wash over him. He felt like he was always at the mess hall, especially after training. He’d been out at the range, shooting. He had been practicing with his axes in particular, feeling a little rusty with them from a longer range, particularly when it came to sticking the head into the target rather than bouncing off the handle. It was a hard skill, and he felt many took it for granted, especially out in the normal world. Here, it was like coming home. He settled down at a table and started to dig into his food, clad in his usual leather jacket and jeans with a plain white shirt. Luna was by his side because he took her just about everywhere he could, trained to sit there as he slowly fed her under the table, scratching her head as she nuzzled at his leg. “Good girl, Luna.” He cooed softly as she licked at his hand and he laughed. He was much better with animals than he was humans at times… and by at times, he meant always.