Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie, reese - no one - open.
ivi dining pavilion - outside cabin twenty-three

the mouthed response from auggie was enough to settle some of the anxious flame, and though reese appeared to be baffled about the whole debacle, he offered a five minutes in silent reply. he would grab astoria and give a little introduction and then the entire issue of the underworld would be wrapped up in a neat little bow. onwards and upwards.

that was what he hoped, at least. that was what he really wanted to happen. it seemed so simple that it was almost doomed to fail.
regardless of his unsettling amounts of doubt, he rapped his knuckle against the door of the thanatos cabin once it was within hand distance. “crow?” he spoke to the wooden slab. “s’orin. obviously. it’s breakfast, i thought… i mean, do you want anything? i could get you something if you don’t fancy coming out. i thought you could meet some people. say hello. if you wanted.” the reply came in form of silence. was that a no? “crow?” asleep, maybe. “i’m gonna open the door. if - if you want me to stay out, just sort of… shout something.” no such complaint came. his hand rested on the handle, and he felt the dread before he understood its reasoning. a prophecy of what he was to see inside:

nothing. well, not nothing. the harrington was crumpled on the bed, the only evidence she had been there in the first place. maybe that wasn’t evidence at all.

“astoria?” he asked the thin air, checking each corner for hiding places that didn’t exist. orin even went as far as to check under the beds, but came up with nothing. he wasn't sure if he was more panicked or confused. “crow, this isn’t funny, don’t - if you’re - you got me, you can come out now.” a bit of him still hoping that it was a joke, that she’d jump out from the shadows and scare the fear of the gods back into him, but as her arrival lagged with each passing second, it became more and more clear that she was missing.

”i suppose you won’t be needing me anymore,”
”i won’t be able to face it on my own,”

maybe she'd just gone for a walk. maybe she was hiding in the dark and waiting for the right moment to pop out. he sat on the bed, pulled the jacket onto his lap, and -
waiting again? the thought made him feel interminably ill. astoria was gone. she had made her exit. fine. he wasn't going to kick or scream or shout. it was fine. onwards and upwards.
orin put his jacket back on, tried to ignore that it didn't feel quite as right as it used to, and exited the thanatos cabin, shutting the door behind him.

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

"people who don't want to talk are the ones who need to talk," conan pointed out, a turn of phrase that had been spouted by the twins' late mother. a brief nod at the thanks, a smile at the awkwardness of the pat. a thought: "here, if he won't talk about it, aldi's better at picking stuff up than i am. shake of a hand and he'll know it all."
"what?" aldous appeared surprised to have been mentioned again.
"i'm singing your praises, apache. d'you wanna do your magic?" a glance back at emmie. "if that's... you know, if that's something you think would help. can't hide it then, can he?"

everyone at the camp seemed incessant on dropping as many names that conan was not familiar with as possible, and reese was one to add to the roster of strangers. "maybe," plants were definitely something that he was more familiar with. "nah, i'd be a... i'd be a cheese plant. they taste nothing like cheese, by the way. don't let the name fool you." the question about his ego was a good one. he didn't think so. "no, my ego's just fine. being here's just proved how much better we are at everything." his tone was completely serious, but a grin cracked the facade. "no, i'm kidding. it's alright. it's just different, is all. weird to get used to. glad to have such a good guide."

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

a high pitched trill emanated from clive's throat. “ohh, i'm in trouble!" he chirped. if the intent of the snippy remark was intimidation, it hadn't worked. “i've been talking this language for far longer than you 'ave. i think i'm the authority on this matter, thank you very much. slurred. i've never 'eard the like. talking about slurred when we got shakin' stevens over 'ere."
"mochyn cachu dynol," teilo muttered, only half-listening.
“'uman what?"
a stare was shared between the two of them. clive, clearly, had no idea why the contest had started, but was willing to hold out until he won. something had happened there. something strange had occurred, and teilo wasn't sure that he boasted enough mental cohesion to point it out. maybe he'd said something else. it wouldn't have been the first time. the conversation shifted before he got the chance to interrogate it.

"audra," he said, though little else stood out to him. "s'that way," a vague wave in the direction they had come from, which was entirely unhelpful. "y'can come back with us if we finish this alive. if not, there'll be no point in it, will there? we'll all be dead. there'll be no worry about fades and what-have-you."

a revelation about kingston. apparently. held off on, it seemed. "right, and are you gonna elaborate on that, or do you fancy a drumroll? why does nobody just say things? why do people have to announce that they've got news? it's like you're asking to get interrupted just say what -" a tap from clive.
“when he's stressed he likes to insult dead people. i've learnt that about him," smoothing over the blunder. and, as if teilo had the power of prophecy, a new face appeared through the windshield, pointed at him, said something in a demanding fashion. “d'you know her?"
"not a clue,"
“right. i'll sort it. you figure out this hull business." he made to step through the inner wall of the van, seemingly forgetting that he was corporeal, and simply slammed his face into the window. “door." and then it was opened, and clive was out to have a shout.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ！！ x─────ix ☂
x──────i ii hermes. iii twenty-seven. iiii tags: rochelle
ivi outside the hampton inn

after a brief blunder, clive was ready to do what he did best: ramble aimlessly in a vaguely aggressive fashion. the best course of action was to disorient the enemy, he found, and he had decided that rochelle was, as a matter of fact, the enemy. with borrowed emrys in hand, he could even venture to do what he had promised to do to teilo the night before and take this stranger's damned chin off for daring to interrupt their van time.

“listen, you!" he said, pointing an accusing finger at her as he slammed the door shut. “i don't know who you think you are. could be the queen of bloody shih-tzu for all i care, but you don't come in 'ere all lar-di-dar with your negative energies and start demanding things off my boy. he doesn't even know who you are! to think, the cheek on that. so go on, looby loo, start spewing about whatever the 'ell it is you want, or sod back to whatever 'ole you came from! i won't tell you again! i've got a watch that somehow turns into a very large and very intimidating weapon of war. if you come any closer to that van, i am going to have to figure out 'ow exactly it is you use it. and you don't want that, let me tell you." he rambled with just enough punch to make the threat palpable. “who are you, what do you want, and why do you think it's appropriate to barge in on what is clearly a sensitive moment? i mean, i'd say you must've born in a barn, but even jesus 'ad manners. shame on you. yeah. you should be ashamed. it's shocking, what you've just done. i can barely stand to look at you, i'm that peeved. best be something important."

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐞 "𝐌𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞" 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩
[✦] | Mars | 29 | Female | ➡ Hampton Inn, Van | Tags: Clive, Teilo, Rochelle
❝ ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒❞

"Shhh, sh - shut it!" Moxie waved her hand, gaze unmoving off a very specific stain barely visible on the back of the passenger seat. "It's not coming all at once, I'm trying to remember so shut your traps." She was used to insults. She and her mother threw them back and forth since she was a child, and she guaranteed some backcountry demigod had nothing on her drill instructor. Now that she thought about it, even basic training felt like an entirely different lifetime. Everything around her fell away. Ignored in favor of dredging up specifics of a forbidden conversation. Moxie barely even puffed a breath of a laugh to acknowledge Clive's careless, but understandable, blunder.

"It -" she started, following with more hesitation. "We were working, he stepped out back to take a phone call." It was all more cloudy than it should've been. "I didn't hear all of it - it was one-sided like you'd expect, but I remember that this was before the press conference." There were things floating around, and none of it was worth wasting the breath on. Lots of fluff; nothing important. "Oh come on, I know there was reason..." she murmured, cursing under her breath as she massaged her brows - anything to try and remember. Then, there it was. From the darkest depths, four short words. "Eris has a proxy."

That alone cleared up a lot, from the identity of Kingston's informant to why he would bother throwing his own dice into the pond when it was already rippling. Still, Moxie felt more weight to the revelation than anyone else. "That's it, ohhh," Pieces were falling into place. "I didn't think about who he'd been talking to at first, but in hindsight... Oh no, that means he's involved in this. Or - was. Oh gods I'm a murderer." Everything after that devolved into nonsensical mutterings. It was all a little too much for Moxie, and she still felt like much of it was still missing.

──────── 𝐊𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐱
[✦] | Mortal | 19 | Female | ➡ Lancaster, PA | Tags: Vivienne
❝ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒❞

Her name, repeated. A smile crossed Kayle's lips as slowly Vivienne began looking around, growing more aware of her surroundings. "Damn girl, I thought I lost you for a moment there," the thought crossed her mind to ask what had happened, but given that she didn't want a repeat of the last half hour, Kayle decided to leave it alone for now. Kayle smoothed out her shirt and adjusted her chest, leaning against the table. "Yeah, I bet you look like crap. Most people do when they just wake up." She made a dismissive gesture. "But it's fine, it's too early in the morning for crackheads and concubines so nobody's gonna think anything nasty about it. They might just think you've got a hangover." The menu was somewhere on the table still, out of sight for Kayle, but she'd already made a decision on her choice of sustenance. "If you want to eat, you've gotta pick something first," she advised. "It's Waffle House, so clearly they specialize in waffles. You can get 'em with blueberries or chocolate chips, and they do eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, hash browns, grits, biscuits and gravy," Kayle recited the options, counting down her fingers. "You don't seem real chatty, so if you figure out what sounds good I can order for you. And, if you're lame, they can make a griddle waffle. Which is a pancake."

──────── 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫
[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ Hampton Inn, Dining Room| Tags: Mirabelle
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞

Aiden placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's fine. Don't apologize and don't worry about it. Woosa, remember?" he offered a smile. "But now that that's settled, I wanted to let you know that more than likely, Will is gonna Iris me sometime before the morning's up. I wanted to know if you wanted to join me, since I'm sure he'll ask about you otherwise." The two were close, even with how long the big guy's absence had been. Unfortunately, he had no idea when Will would actually do the deed, and Aiden recalled him to be notoriously bad at determining how much time had passed in a sitting. He liked to call it "tinker brain." "We might also want to have him pass along mention of the Doors, unless you think that Teilo's little thing wasn't big enough to worry about."

Like Mira, Aiden's head was drawn to the sound of the news unmuted, and the name Kingston plastered on the screen. Something about the way everything was presented bothered him, but aside from wrinkling his nose, he didn't say anything. The world's ending, and all they care about is public image. He didn't get it, but he guessed that most "normal" people wouldn't get his plight, either. "Just going on about clothes, like there isn't snow falling in New York," he murmured around a bite of cereal. Something about that caught Mira off guard, and Aiden was stunned to see her muffling a cough into her sleeve. Normally, he would've made some snooty comment about how Aphrodite kids only cared about fashion, but the name continued to float around his head. Oh, that's right. He didn't know the details - he'd never bothered to ask - but he was aware enough about the situation between Mira and her father. Instead of piping up, he offered Mirabelle a napkin and went back to his breakfast.

[*Lovel*]

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Conan and Aldous
Location: Hermes Cabin

"How wise of you." Her words were joking but the advice was pretty solid. He didn't give much of a reaction to her awkwardness besides a smile which she was thankful for. Then he mentioned how his brother could help to both his and her surprise. "I mean.. It would help.. but would that be invasive.. it'd be nice to know what happened so I could... help." She wasn't sure if the idea was a good one, if it would make Orin angry with her but she was worried and curious. "Could you, would you?" She asked looking to Aldous.

"Cheese plant? Haven't heard of that one but to be fair I don't know much about plants. My best friend on the other hand..." a lump in her throat formed and she coughed a bit to clear it away. "Sorry. He knows plants very well. Some may call him a pro." He had to know them well or Demeter would have to disown him. "You'd want to have a good spar with me before you spout that nonsense." She returned the grin. There he was again saying things that made her blush. As much as she wanted the heat in her cheeks to not betray her it did anyway. "I, there are much better guides than me I'm sure. One's that hold themselves together better when first meeting someone." She recalled their meeting last night with utter embarrassment. Though he probably didn't see it like she did, he was understanding.

『☣』 Rochelle Di Angelo『☣』

Daughter of Hades ☠ Cabin 13 ☠ 16 ☠ Bisexual

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Tags: Clive, Teilo, and Moxie
Location: Outside Hampton Inn

Rochelle seemed to have interrupted something, not that she much cared. The boy needed to know her and Isabelle were there. For the sake of the quest and for their own hides because now having two of the big three children in one spot put a nasty bullseye on their back for monsters. It was like ringing a dinner bell as loud and obnoxious as possible.

Speaking of obnoxious, she waited as the ghost finished his rambling and her eye brow shot up. "Are you finished?" She didn't wait for the ghosts reply before continuing. "What a demigod, sent out a guard dog to face a possible threat." A roll of her eyes showed how impressed she was. "My name is Rochelle, Rochelle Di Angelo. Chiron sent my friend and I to help on the quest. I wanted to talk to your...." She peered at Teilo "master about his plans and ask if we could join. Look, we don't have a lot of time. I'm a child of Hades, that's how I found Teilo, and my friend is a child of Poseidon. If Ghostbuster over there has told you about demigods then you'd know that with two children of the big three this close it makes it easier for monsters to find us. Now if you'd be so inclined to tell him to have a hurried chat with me I'd love you forever." If the sarcasm wasn't clear in her tone it was definitely clear in her stare.

Her eyes finally caught onto the weapon he was holding, if you wanted to call it that. Odd weapon "I got a few weapons up my sleeve too but alas, I don't think they'll do anything to your pretty face. How unfortunate, would you really hurt a defenseless girl?" Even though he was a ghost she could try her hand at seeing how long she could summon for and if it'd work. Maybe she could land at least one solid hit if needed, hopefully it wouldn't be.

[sweet.peaches~]

「 ʀɪʟᴇʏ ᴘᴀʟᴍᴇʀ 」
⚡ 16 | she/her | zeus | location: outside | tags: leo

"haha very funny. no thanks." now that she thought about it, a shovel would've been nice. if she hit herself with it hard enough, maybe that'd shut her up. or a concussion. er, hopefully not a concussion. that'd be.. bad, at the very least.
riley nodded, unsure of what to think about the response, let alone reply with.

the reminder hadn't be appreciated, but frankly, riley was getting exhausted with her being so.. shameful about what happened. it had happened. it was simple as that, and there was no reason as to why she should try to avoid or suppress the incident, because it'd just make matters worse. he had died. and it would be lying if she said, 'so what?' because it was still important, at least to her anyways. for jesus' christ, it had been yesterday since riley'd last seen his corpse. but trying to ignore it wasn't going to help anyone. so damn it, can you just start living with it?

the pause made her internally wince. yeah."i think we're all guilty of what happened," she admitted. how could people not be guilty? we could've done so much to prevent his death and yet we didn't. "one way or another, anyways."

riley was tempted to disagree with the whole "i’m just gonna find another way to make you think i’m a bad guy" thing but it wasn't like she may or may not believe it.. in her defense, she barely did. she slightly believed it. riley still didn't know how to feel about leo, but maybe it was better that way? ..that makes zero sense, me. riley raised an eyebrow at first - you'd climb up a.. tree? to throw rocks at *dryads?* - then snorted. "gee, don't that to me, i was about to offer to join you," she joked.

"...good talk? oh, uh, yeah. definitely." riley wasn't very sure if it really was. her definition of a 'good talk' didn't include people picking fights, but that didn't matter. i'd rather not see you later. and after a little wave, she made her way to the dining pavilion where she tried to erase the image of oatmeal in her head and wondered what to have for breakfast.

「 ʀᴏʙʏɴ ᴀᴅᴀᴍs 」
🌺 17 | she/her | aphrodite | location: cabin 10 porch | tags: ophelia

robyn stood there in confusion for a few seconds, trying to determine whether or not she had said it wrong - it sounded right in her head but sometimes her thoughts couldn't directly translate to actual words and ended up being a mess - or if ophelia had misheard her. you know what it's fine, i don't need to know anyways haha. i'll just leave it with.. well, that, she decided, mostly because she was too nervous to ask about it.

"i have never appreciated mira more." a little chuckle escaped her lips, and she watched as a puff of breath withered into the air. "i agree," which was a horrid mistake as she realized what she accidentally implied. "i-i mean if i were in your position, i would agree with you hahahaaha," she quickly added. "i didn't mean that you were a bad head counselor!! though that doesn't mean that i don't miss mira because well i certainly do..." that just made her tumble with her words embarrassingly. robyn tried to play it off with a forced smile and pretended it didn't happen. i didn't think i could mess up that badly until now.

"uh," she didn't mean to sound so surprised at the request. "i-i mean, yeah - sure! oh nono i wouldn't mind at all haha, the company would be very appreciated actually!!" did robyn sound too strained? hopefully not. maybe she was trying too hard to sound genuine, but she really did want company because being alone was a really scary thought for literally no reason. nothing's going to happen. you are fine. it didn't really feel that way though. "being honest, i don't think i'll last a minute here being alone," she dryly laughed. "camp's just not like what it used to be," robyn helplessly shrugged, though did overthink about it. is that too much information? should i have just.. not said that ?? was the shrug too much?! aaaaa.

[WitchHazel]

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

"Woosa. Right." She wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but Aiden was moving on. Her heart leapt in her chest when she heard that Will was going to send an Iris Message. "Yes!" she declared rather suddenly, "Um - what I mean is, yes, that would be lovely." She offered Aiden a smile in return, though exhaustion weighted down the corners. I'll have to make sure I look presentable in that case - I can't have Will worrying over me from afar, and apparently it's rather obvious that I didn't get much sleep last night. "The Doors - right." The Doors of Death, not the 1960's rock band. "I think it's best if we mention it, just in case. Better safe than sorry."

Then the news came, then the unexpected mention of her father. Aiden said nothing, and she thanked the gods for that. He simply offered her a napkin and carried on eating cereal. Mirabelle silently accepted it, despite her instincts screaming at her to crawl under the table and hide. She cleared her throat as quietly as possible, desperately trying to avoid drawing any further attention to her situation. Her face had certainly gone red with embarrassment, though she was unsure of whether it could be seen beneath her carefully applied makeup. She thought it best to simply pretend the floor was really interesting.

They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. It was likely only a minute or so. Her blood was ice. If she hadn't already been an exhausted wreck, she might’ve been able to handle hearing his name without a fuss. But functioning on three hours of sleep and feeling as crummy as she did, she didn’t have the capacity to deal with the slew of emotion that rose up like a rapid tide. I can't - I can't think about him right now. I won't - I - A lingering cough made her realise she was starting to hyperventilate. No no no no no. No, I will not have a panic attack. Not now, not here. Not in public. Her throat closed up. I can't - I can't - I - ah -
The television broadcasters were still talking, but Mirabelle couldn’t hear them over the sudden ringing in her ears.
She pushed herself to her feet in a swift, abrupt motion. "I'm going to the - the bathroom," she squeaked out above the din in her own head. "I - I'll be back i-in a bit."

She managed to keep what was left of her fractured composure as she walked briskly to the restroom, though her movements were stiff and awkward. She felt as if her limbs were made of cardboard. Upon her arrival into the gender-neutral bathroom - thank you, progressive hotels - the lid to her carefully bottled guilt loosened. Memories spilled out in a steady trickle before she could slam it back down.

A few members of the Hypnos cabin gathered around a hospital bed, a 10-year-old Delilah among them.
"...no other choice," Chiron was saying. "I'm sorry, but he’s going to get himself killed if he keeps trying to protect you like this."
"B-but.."
"Mirabelle." The centaur sadly looked her in the eye, his tone gentle yet firm all at once. "This is the fourth time he's ended up in the hospital. I'm afraid - I fear the worst if he continues down this path. He is only mortal, after all. There is only so much he can do against a monster."
Young Mirabelle was speechless, breathing heavily through her tears.
"It is ultimately your decision - I won't make this choice for you. I know such a heavy task will be difficult, but you deserve to have the final call."
Silence stretched between them, broken only by Mirabelle's unsteady breaths. Coherent thought had fled from her. Her insides were two ravenous beasts, tearing each other apart until one foul creature raised its head and howled; victorious.
In her heart, she knew the right thing to do.
"Do it." Her voice sounded broken, even to her own ears. "It's the only way to keep him safe."

As her surroundings slowly faded back into view, Mirabelle's breath came in short puffs. She glanced down to discover that her hands were clutching the sides of the sink so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. Get ahold of yourself! Her jaw tightened. She forced herself to meet her own gaze. That scared little girl stared back at her; one and the same with the scared little girl in the hospital room. The scared little girl who had been faced with an impossible decision. The scared little girl who had made a terrible choice.
She felt sick.
Before she knew what she was doing, her balled fist was hurtling toward the mirror. There was a splintering crack. Red on white. Shards of reflective glass scattered outwards, tinkling as they crashed against the floor. Blood trickled from her knuckles, lost amidst the haze of crimson descending over her fractured mind; reflected by the fractured the mirror before her.



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

"Yeah, Ambrose Fletcher! You know him? He's a great guy, always helping me out with pranks and stuff." A sudden realisation hit her, and she turned to look at the skeleton. "Wait... you don't think... no, Ambrose wouldn't - this is way too extreme for him. Wouldn't put it past Kit-Kat, but not him." Olive Oil said something about being a son of Oboes? Phoebe? Phobos, that's it. Oh, right - skeleton. Her mind was spinning as adrenaline poured into her body, but a movement in the snow distracted her from impending battle.

Juliet couldn't hide her surprise when Aoife stumbled up out of the powder, readying her boomerang for a fight. Man, she's stronger than I gave her credit for. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Ee-vah," she quipped. "Thought you were down for the count there for a while. Glad to see you're not a wimp." A mischievous smirk tugged at her lips - she wasn't being serious. But was she ever?

A call for help drew her attention back to the situation at hand. "Bone-boy over there didn't seem to get the memo that his buddies got owned." Aside from insulting the creature, she didn't have much of a plan. But it seemed someone else did, as Oliver's command to move rang out across the chill air. Though she knew it wasn't meant for her, the singular word gave her the kick in the rear she needed. As Oliver threw his grappling hook at the undead creature, Juliet felt an idea surface. It was a stupid one, and risky, but most of her ideas were. "I'll distract the undead creep, you guys kill it!" With a burst of godlike speed, she sprinted towards the thing and commenced operation jackrabbit.

I'll have to give dad a seriously big chunk of lunch, she reckoned as she darted in and out of the skeleton's range. "Can't catch me, loser!" she taunted, flicking her celestial bronze knife at the monster's limbs. "That's it, keep your eyes on me, you bag of well-armoured bones." There was only so much she could do with what weapon she had, but she was only trying to buy time for the others. "New chick, you might wanna run! Get yourself behind that pine tree and you'll be safe." And if we can't kill this thing, we can always let Peleus use it as a chew toy.


Ambrose Fletcher
|♠|19|He/Him|Hades|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Drew|

"Undead rising from their graves and attacking people? My dad's thing? Are you mental?" Ambrose huffed, though the amusement never left his eyes. "My dad's job is to keep those blokes dead, love. Down in the Underworld where they belong. He's not one to faff about raising zombies and whatnot. Have you been listening to Lucy, then? To think she's spreading rumours about my dad, my dad being involved in all of this - it's bonkers is what it is. Why in the blazes would Hades ally himself with a cold-hearted witch like her, eh? Doesn't make any bleeding sense, tell you what." He didn't realise he was ranting until it was over with. Some of the frustration behind the words was very real - Hades always got a bad rap, and Ambrose wasn't usually one to take it personally. But talk of an alliance with a minor weather goddess, of all things? It was ludicrous. Sure, Drew hadn't mentioned that directly, but... it wasn't necessarily a far leap. He brought up a good point about the undead, however. "Yeah I'm - I'm not sure on that one. Kat tried to turn a few and even summoned some more but whatever foul magic possessed them got hers in the end." He shrugged, trying on his best impression of nonchalance. "But I heard the satyrs put up a good fight. Came in blasting 'YMCA' on their panpipes if you wouldn't believe. Glad I missed the seventies, to be frank. Bands like the Village People out and about." He shuddered for dramatic effect.

Drew went on about the tranquility in shooting, which was more interesting to Ambrose than he'd thought. "Peace, eh? Well, I'm known for my shooting skills - and I don't mean a bow. Last name's kind of a red herring. Yeah, sure, I'm decent with a bow, but can you top this?" Always the show-off, Ambrose reached into his pocket and retrieved the cursed diamond. With a flourish, he tossed the shining trinket overhead. It sailed into the air in a glittering arc. When it reached its zenith, Ambrose pantomimed unholstering weapons, those weapons being finger guns, of course. He shot two bolts of shadow directly at the valuable stone, both finding their mark perfectly. The diamond remained intact - it was a diamond, after all - but flew forwards at a high speed when it was hit. It nearly smacked a startled satyr on the head before it landed on the snowy ground. "Shame. I forgot shadow magic isn't on the Mohs scale of hardness." With a flick of his wrist, the diamond retreated back into the earth. "Impressive, yeah? he turned back to Drew with a wide grin. "They don't call me 'Dead-Eye Ambrose' for nothin'." He tried to make his voice sound like an old western cowboy, but failed horrendously.

"The ghosts? Oh, just Kat and Lucy. Not surprised, Kat's got a knack for interrogation. Should put that on her CV." He didn't mention the fact that she'd seemed quieter than usual - something was bugging her, that much was sure. But that wasn't necessarily information the public needed to know. "Right, drachmas," he refocused. "Drachmi? Drachmae? Drachmy? Not drachmine, that's for certain. Blimey, that was horrid. Right. Moving on. Offer noted, thanks love. I have heard a rumour flitting about that someone's planning on I-M-ing with them sometime today. Don't know who, don't know when, but it's worth asking around if you want to have in. Wasn't planning on it myself; I'm not about to miss elevenses for a wee chat." He idly adjusted the rings on his fingers. But I hear there's a satyr might know. Bloke who's always hanging around Mira. You know, Aphrodite Head Counselor? Drop-dead gorgeous but not a lot of fun? Yeah. Well he's a tall lad - wee bit shorter than you but taller than me. Dresses in dreadful tie-dyed shirts. Obsessed with the seventies, for some mad reason. Never quite understood that myself; I missed the blasted decade."

Then Drew was bringing up the dangers of the quest, and Ambrose couldn't have agreed more. "World War Two? Riiiight, that's the one with Hitler, ennit? Sorry love, wasn't around for that one." He shot the other boy a sly wink. "In all seriousness - listen, mate. Jason Grace did it with only two other demigods, and not too long after they got here in the bloody first place, if I'm recalling correctly. I'm shoddy with history aside from certain facts about the late 1910's into early 1920's." He ran a hand through the front of his curly hair. "You what? AKs? Is that what those automatic guns are called? I didn't know they made 'em that small. Last I heard machine guns were massive. Not that those nasty weapons are small, mind you. Larger than most handhelds I've ever seen. Point in case - if a three half-baked demigods and a metal dragon could put the snow goddess in her place, our lot can. There's a mess of them going - ten, I think? Rocky said something about popping their way as well, maybe twelve at this point. Enormous target for monsters, but twelve demigods against one goddess is practically an army. They've got this! Besides... if they don't we're all doomed to freeze to death. I hear it's not so bad, actually." Ambrose flashed Drew a smirk and a wink, despite the dark humour. In truth, he wasn't all that convinced. As far as he knew, at least two of the demigods on the quest were brand spanking new to camp. Sure, they had some more experienced campers as well, but there were all manner of things that could go wrong. For what it's worth, I hope they make it back. At least some of them.


Liv Keary
|✂|15|She/Her|Iris (Unclaimed)|Location: Training Arena|Tags: Cass|

"Well, there's nothing tame about what I'm gonna do when I find out who messed with my stuff," Liv retorted. She didn't seem to care that the other girl was holding a wicked-looking sword, apart from how cool the sword was. The freckled young woman asked her a question, to which Liv crossed her arms over her chest. She was about to say something snarky when a better idea flickered into view. "Yeah, actually. Where did you get that sword? I want one. Or maybe a set of brass knuckles, or an axe or something. Ooh wait - no, knives. Definitely knives. And maybe brass knuckles too, but silver with spikes on the end. Then they'll match my jacket." Her demeanor had changed from ferociously aggressive to giddy with excitement in the blink of an eye.

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

Vivienne didn't know what to say, not after what had just occurred. She wasn't even sure what had happened in the first place, and that was part of the problem. But she didn't want to. Trying to remember just made her head hurt and filled her with dread. Then, Kayle said something that caught her completely off guard.

"Yeah, I bet you look like crap. Most people do when they just wake up."
Vivienne opened her mouth to deliver a scathing retort, but quickly thought the better of it as Kayle continued on. "Wh - a hangover!?" she scoffed instead. "I am eighteen." She wasn't well-versed in mortal customs, but she recalled clearly that she was underage to drink or even enter certain bars, for that matter. Her visit with Nicholas at Harper's had taught her that. I would never indulge in such foolishness, even if I was of age. I shall not dull my mind with that drivel. Nicholas... thinking his name turned her veins to ice and caused her breath to catch in her throat. She wasn't certain why, but it didn't feel safe anymore.

Kayle was talking about waffles, and Vivienne couldn't be happier for the distraction. "Waffle... House." It was certainly catchier than 'Domicile of Waffles', she had to admit. Her fingers found the laminated piece of paper that had been placed in front of her - a menu, that's what it was called. As she took in the list, her pale blue eyes grew wide. "There are... so many options. How can one type of sustenance have so many options?" Kayle had already gone over the menu verbally, but seeing it, holding it... she could hardly believe how many different waffles were offered. "I do enjoy chocolate..." she murmured. Pancake. She knew that word somewhere, deep down. It wasn't a cake made in a pan, not exactly, nor a cake in the shape of the god Pan. Amelia. One of the few standouts in her long history of foster homes. Amelia prepared for us pancakes on Saturday mornings. The memory brought a pang of something with it; something she wanted to bury deep down. "Yes. I shall have the waffle with the chocolate chips." Vivienne spoke the words quietly, though still loud enough for Kayle to hear. She didn't want to talk to strangers. She didn't want to be there at all. But she had to eat; she had to keep her strength up. Today I face Khione once more. I must be strong. If I show any sign of weakness, she will crush me like a bug.

[Deoledath]

| Drew Byrne | 16 | He/Him/His | Athena | Location: Dining Pavilion | Tags: Ambrose |

Drew frowned at the question, confused as to why he was huffing… and then the implication was dropped and he was quickly shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant, Ambrose.” He quickly assured. “I just meant that because he was the Lord of the Underworld, he might have a better idea of how this is happening, and how these ghosts are being risen. It can’t be that common of an ability otherwise people would be doing it all the time.” He had no idea that Lucy had been spreading rumors. He tried not to listen to rumors because he was afraid to hear what might be said about him. He was a bit of a loner, so he preferred to just not know. He gave Luna a scratch behind her ears as she started to nuzzle at his leg. She was in tune with his emotions, similar to a service dog but never formally trained. He frowned when he mentioned that Kat’s magic hadn’t been able to touch them. It couldn’t be a common ability, could it? He snorted softly at the mention of the YMCA. “I thought that I heard them practicing Sandstorm by Dardude the other day… guess it wasn’t ready in time.” He offered humorously in turn.

He felt like he might not want to be on the receiving end of Kat’s interrogations… but perhaps that was just him expecting violence. He didn’t necessarily know why he assumed everyone just got answers through violence, but here he was… assuming everyone forced answers out of others… perhaps that was just the trauma of having a God or Goddess as a parent… or perhaps that was just his neurodivergency. He nodded at the mention of getting in on the chat. “I like knowing what’s going on… and right now, I know pretty much none of what’s going on… so getting in on it is something I think I’d like to do.” He admitted to him with a light grin.

“Yes, World War II… most large mortal events revolve around one God being pissed with another.” He offered, because it just seemed like it would track. They controlled the fates of the world, so anything with that much loss and destruction… and then he frowned. “It’s a kind of automatic gun, yes.” He had learned about it because his father had worked as a weapons contractor. “There are a lot of different kinds of guns… and with the way modern technology is evolving, they’re getting smaller and smaller by the day.” That was all he could really say on the matter.

He preferred not to freeze to death. “I hate the cold so I think I’d rather go down fighting the undead.” He admitted aloud. He didn’t understand the point of sending new campers in. He knew it wasn’t really his or anyone else’s call… but still. “I’m not great with demigod history so I don’t know much about the first time around… I just think that perhaps some of the campers who trained here for quite some time should be the ones going… she likely learned from her mistakes from the last time around. Trained demigods should be going... not me because I certainly don’t want to go, but others who have been here longer.” He voiced aloud as he finished up his food, feeding one last piece of bacon to Luna before she was moving and pushing up onto her back paws to put her front paws on Ambrose to demand more head scratches. “Sorry about her, you gave her some love earlier and now she’s gonna be needy about it.”

[Lynn72391]

Nikki sanders - daughter of hades - 18 - demisexual- location: outside hades cabin - tags: open

Nikkis long black hair flowed down her back as she wore her tight corset top and some skinny pants. She had her cocker on and was sitting on the steps of the hades cabin. She had her book about mythical creatures her two dogs next to her as her crow sat perched on the roof of the cabin. She wasn’t as excited about quests as most people were.

[The Fox]

Chad | Location: Dining Pavillion | Tags: N/A





Chad sits at a table in the Dining Pavilion to himself. He pokes thoughtfully at a half finish meal to reflect on the battle against the undead. He wonders whether or not he could have done more to help out. Then again, if he had tried to over exert himself, there isn't a guarantee that the people he did help would still be alive. There was also the matter of those who died. His stomach wrenched at the thought that so many were needlessly killed. I should hunt down the one responsiblefor bringing those monsters here. he thought to himself.

[sammy,]

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

"might be invasive, but so're most surgeries. and they're life saving. this, by comparison, is way less dangerous, and way less messy," conan said, proud of his positive spin. a glance back at his brother, a silent conversation between the two of them. it couldn't be that bad, could it? they had seen a lot. this'd be a walk in the park.
"yeah," aldi had since swiped the iris message away, and was prepared to stand, straighten the borrowed clothes he wore out.
"just gotta watch out for him," conan said. a quick glance around - a flash of white hair, approaching slowly from a cabin rather far from where they stood. they had time.

"well, i've never met a plant pro," he said, noting that there appeared to be a similar avoidance of thought as had been with eyre. "colour me interested." the thought of a spar made him laugh - "i wouldn't wanna embarrass you, is the only thing." but the smile fell a little when she insisted on that self-admonishment. "if something had happened to aldi, i'd have looked a little worse than you. i think you held it together pretty well."

emmie's brother was approaching. a wave at aldous, a covert nod in the tall boy's direction. "you're gonna wanna watch this," he said lowly to emmie, careful not to be heard by the object of their focus. "he's very good at this."
aldous stepped out, and conan stepped back to watch the scene play out.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♃
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: emmie, conan, orin.
ivi cabin circle.

once given the go ahead, aldous nodded at his two spectators, still a little uncertain on who emmie was, exactly, and took a fleeting glance toward the target.
it was a simple move, not at all as impressive as conan would have had others believe. choreographed, yes, and certainly practised, but nothing any regular old person couldn't have done. with quick feet and no further looks in orin's direction, he stepped directly into the distracted man's path, his timing such that when they bumped into one another, aldous could wipe out, drop to the ground with a pathetic thud. "oh my god, sorry," he said with a face full of snow, propping himself up on his shoulders.
"jesus. you came out of nowhere," orin appeared surprised, and irish, which wasn't what aldous had expected, but he supposed that everyone had their quirks. "are you alright?"
"yeah. sorry. god, i'm - sorry, dammit," a seething wince when he went to move. "tripped over my own feet. i've got no centre of balance. sorry, i didn't even look -"
"no, that's..." he appeared confused, which was exactly what aldi wanted. "here, christ, get up, man. you look a mug lying there." and a hand was extended to help him to exactly that.

aldous took it. it was important that orin hadn't seen his eyes, so he'd suspect nothing when the son of janus was on his feet and his coffee-brown irises faded into the colour of weak tea. not that aldous was worried about that. there were more things to focus on.

horses, trotting down a cobbled path. the people shouted words he didn't understand. he was in a body that was not his own, nor orin's. city walls, crumbling, soldiers piling through the gaps in the bricks. a meeting in a candlelit room, held under the circumstances of treason. a fire, the greatest fire. a man being robbed and held at gunpoint. a war. children. an explosion. another war. another war. another war. a wall, crumbling. a donkey. joy. a headache. joy. a boy with dark hair and very blue eyes - "benji," - and a lot of blood - "benji!" - and a headache. a river. nothing, and then everything. a church. joy. the wrong end of a shotgun. an absence.

aldous stumbled backwards. it couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds. "are you alright?"
"yes," he said sharply. "head rush. sorry." perhaps a poor choice of words. "thank you." and orin left him to it, walking away again, apparently completely ignorant to what aldous had done. aldous wasn't even sure what aldous had done.
he returned to conan and emmie with a frown. "how old did you say he was?" emmie hadn't, but it seemed important to punctuate.
"what'd you see?" conan prompted.
"i... i don't know. half of it wasn't even him. it was all these people... does he watch a lot of movies?" they hadn't felt like films, but it was the only reasonable explanation he could muster.

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

everyone was guilty of everything. that seemed to be the general consensus. didn't he know that. it seemed, though, that the two of them were on better terms - not good terms - but he supposed any terms were better than the ones they'd built. a brief, slightly forced smile when she laughed along with him, and then the interaction was over. he couldn't pretend he wasn't at least a little bit thankful for that. he slung the hoodie over his shoulder, then decided that breakfast was probably the way to go.

a quick walk to the mess hall, a scoping look around. a new - familiar - face at the ares table. it appeared that vittorio had been claimed. he couldn't lie and say that he wasn't surprised. he'd looked more of a child of athena, if anything, all reedy and learned, but wonders never ceased to amaze. he supposed the boy must have been in the cabin, but it had been late when he'd entered and later when he'd awoken. "it's you," he said, as though so much wasn't obvious. "bad luck, man. you got lumped with the psychopaths."

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

despite his complaints, teilo listened, sitting back, trying very hard not to listen to the rather intense tirade happening outside. and then, a revelation. "right. and that's... i mean, that's probably bad, isn't it?" he breathed a sigh. "jesus christ. brilliant. i suppose i'll have to go and tell people now." the thought of returning to the group was one shrouded in animosity, but it certainly appeared important.

"well, if you're a murderer of one of kingston's allies, i'd probably call you more of a vigilante. fighting the good fight, and all'a that," he had no idea what moxie was going on about, and voices were peaking outside. "i think i'll be joining you with that label in a tick." he rubbed his face, took a deep breath in, and opened the door to the van. "are you coming, murderer?"

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ！！ x─────ix ☂
x──────i ii hermes. iii twenty-seven. iiii tags: rochelle, teilo, moxie - mira.
ivi outside the hampton inn, bathroom

a vague explanation came, and it gave him nothing, to be quite honest. just a lot of words he wasn't privy to the meaning to. “i don't give a rat's jacksie if you're a child of 'aiti or a child of east berlin. do you think i'm impressed? you want me to make you a special 'at? little pin badge, maybe?" he asked, then scoffed. “right, and that's a good idea, is it? you know, i went up to the roof this morning, and i thought, 'do you know what this day needs? more bloody monsters.' do you have no sense at this camp'o yours? if you're the best they could send out, i worry for the future of your generation. i do. i worry about you. and on that, if you're trying to curry favour from tanner toast's finest, then coming in 'ere all guns blazing probably isn't the best way to get invited on a gang 'oliday, is it? you're not only gormless, you're dense as well. and that's coming from me, so you know it's bad."

“i 'ave got a pretty face. that's the most intelligent thing i've heard you say in the last few minutes. but, to be fair, you weren't contending with much, were you? not really a high achievement, that," he went on. “i'm already dead, love. one night stands with my conscience are far and few between."

it would have continued, he imagined, if the van door hadn't opened and he hadn't heard a very brusque: "jesus christ, would you two shut up?" followed by the arrival of the irritated son of thanatos. "you get one person to talk to and all of a sudden it's all you can do, jabber on!" clive supposed that was directed at him, and would have taken offence if the attack wasn't carried over to rochelle. it was strange; despite his fragility mere moments ago, teilo almost seemed possessed by a man much older than the seventeen-year-old was. "and you! knocking on doors in the middle of the night, interrupting my conversations, who the bleeding hell do you think you are? why do you think you've got the right to barge in on me? that was an important conversation there, and you've exhibited the manners of a grain weevil. who even are you?" if clive had touched him, his finger would have hissed. taffy was on fire.
“yeah. and another thing -" he wasn't even sure where he was going with that, but he didn't need to, as he was interrupted rather suddenly by the feeling of something wrong.

he had had a connection with the hotel since he'd died in it. every damp spot, every new creak in the floorboard, every chipped tile sent a beaming message to his ghostly subconscious. his home was being attacked. a bathroom. something had shattered. he imagined he looked a little odd, just stopping in the middle of his sentence, and he imagined he looked odder when he fled, at speed, in the direction of the inside.
and yes, he hit the front door with a bang and a curse, and yes, when he reached the bathroom, the same occurred. emrys was doing its job, apparently, and though pain seemed a far cry, it was rather embarrassing, being visible to everyone once more and blundering so spectacularly.

but, regardless of his door-related failings, he made it there, opened the door with eyes in a blaze of rage - how dare this stranger come into his jungle and tear down its trees - which was snuffed the instant he saw the mirror, the blood, and the teenager who had performed the attack on the innocent piece of bathroom furniture. “crikey moses, i thought you were an 'oodie with an asbo," the tone had shifted down, soft and careful. there was panic written all over her. “sorry. i just barged in there. clive. are you one of taf- teilo's lot?" she looked it, and though a response seemed doubtful, in that state, it felt important not to have a weapon pulled on him. “i'm a - well, i'm dead. a bit dead. some would say 'very'. not a nasty ghost, nor one of those blanket-wearers off scooby doo. just..." he looked down at himself, shook his head. “quite benign. are you - i mean, if that mirror wasn't telling you you were the fairest of 'em all, don't worry about it. it's a liar, that thing. insecure, i think. are you alright?"

[WitchHazel]

Mirabelle Everhart
|♡|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn, Bathroom|Tags: Clive|

The sound a voice behind her sent her spinning around, her eyes filled with a primal rage. The fire quickly died away when she realised it was a stranger - someone who was potentially a threat, but not deserving of a panic-induced attack. The red started receding from her vision. Her breath came in short puffs, like an animal that had been backed into a corner. "A - a what?" Her voice was an octave higher than it should have been. "You know what - it - it doesn't matter. You - you're dead and I can see you. Which means I'm dead or delusional or maybe this is some weird demigod thing that I don't understand, I -" she cut herself off before her breathy tirade could go any further. Teilo. He said Teilo's name; he knows Teilo. "Clive - you - right. Um - sorry. I don't - I'm not making a very good first impression right now." A nervous laugh bubbled out of her. "I'm - I'm fine. Just -" She glanced to the fractured mirror. The image reflected back at her was distorted and broken. The hotel bathroom flickered into Camp Half-Blood's, where a newly dubbed Head Counselor Mirabelle stood staring at herself in a shattered mirror. A firm blink, and she was returned to the hotel tile.

Pull it together, Mirabelle! If you're this flustered over just one mention of your father, how are you going to handle going back to Lake Placid? What if you see him there? What then? Tears of frustration and guilt welled up in her stormy eyes. She gritted her teeth, blinking hard to keep the liquid emotion from escaping. It’ll be okay, she silently convinced herself. It has to be. She sniffled thickly, dabbing at her eyes and nose with the napkin Aiden had given her. "I'm sorry, you - you shouldn't have to deal with this," she mumbled. "J-Just go back to Teilo. Please. I'll - I'll be f-fine." She couldn't bring herself to meet Clive's gaze. "I just - I need to be a-alone." It wasn't the full truth - not really. Yes, she was concerned about Teilo, but the last thing she wanted was to be alone. At the same time, she couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing her like this. But then the room blurred again, and it was all she could do to keep the tears from falling. Mes dieux, je suis en désordre. "I'll b-be f-f-fine… j-just go."


Ambrose Fletcher
|♠|19|He/Him|Hades|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Drew|

Ambrose's temper cooled when Drew clarified that he had meant no offence. "Right, sorry. Didn't take you for the daft type, son of Athena and all, but it seems I've lost the plot a bit is all." He offered Drew a sheepish smile, accompanied by a small shrug. "Not usually one to get all worked up over piss all, but something about it all yanks my chain." Then the topic changed to music, and he couldn't help but be a bit relieved. "Darude? Don't know 'em. But I don't doubt you on that." The sheepishness had vanished under the return of the smooth, easy charm Ambrose was so fond of.

He was secretly a bit miffed that his show of skill had failed to impress Drew, but he wasn't one to linger on it. The taller lad was saying something about wanting to know what's going on, then about weaponry. "Fascinating," Ambrose commented. It wasn't really all that interesting to him. Freezing to death was a much more welcome subject. "You'd rather be hacked to pieces by some Tommy - er wait, sorry, American soldier - than freezing out in the cold? Now that truly is impressive, it is. A spectacular death. Right, this is likely a sensitive subject, I should put a sock in it." With Alex Burns having frozen to death just a few days previous and the many injuries resulting from yesterday's battle... maybe it wasn't the time for morbid conversations.

Drew continued into talking about the quest - how those with more experience should be going. "I agree with you, mate, I do, but who's going to tell them that? From what I've gathered, the shirty little redhead doesn't know the meaning of the word 'no', and the expressionless bloke seems to be able to handle himself. Mirabelle's been out and about before now, and she'll do her best to keep everyone from getting into trouble. Won't be having much fun with her looking over their shoulders, but she'll keep 'em safe. Aiden's got a good head on his shoulders despite never having been off on a quest before. But you know that, he's your Head Counselor. Right decent sort, he is. More relaxed than Mira by a long shot. Jamie... well, he's likely to get himself killed. What's he gonna do, paint caricatures of the monsters or distract them with pretty rainbows? I haven't seen Ash fight much but he's decent moral support. And he's got that magic knock-out sand o' his. Puts the beasties right to beddie-bye. Karter is... he's my half-brother, I'll give him that much. Moody like you wouldn't believe but he's great in a fight. Same with Rocky and Iz; I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that combination. And who else is going? Let's see, that's..." he counted aloud on his fingers. "... seven eight nine of 'em? Who else is there?" He paused momentarily, his face caught up in pensiveness before remembrance sparked in his eyes. "Oh! Laurel. Bit of a prat, that one. Loose cannon. But powerful and resourceful, if I'm remembering. Skylar's no fun but knows what she's doing when it comes to magic. And Dahlia... sly little minx. Just as good a fighter as she is a gambler. They'll be tickey-boo, with all that lot out there. So long the monsters don't have 'em for supper." He flashed a half-hearted smile, though Luna's demand for attention sent him stumbling back a little. Ambrose wasn't keen on getting any more dog hair on his coat, but... how could he say no to that face? "Oh, I suppose I might as well..." he leaned in and scratched behind the German Shepherd's ear again; she had seemed to enjoy that the last time.

"Right then," he abruptly straightened up and clapped his hands together. "Sounds like you've got a satyr to find. I'd offer my assistance, but... they all tend to look the same to me." He shrugged again, much more dramatically than before. "I'd best pop off to have a chat with my mates in the Aphrodite cabin, see how they're holding up with everything." And spread those juicy bits and bobs of gossip to Megan... she'll have the whole camp yakking on about it in no time.