Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[*Lovel*]

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Jamie, Mira, and Isabelle (Mentioned: Teilo)
Location: Hampton Inn

"I'll figure it out don't worry about the details." Ash stated matter of factly giving Jamie a smile. Jamie was right, if Aggy did have a nightmare she'd surely be confronting him. A smirk played on his face "You're right, no use in worrying until she says something." he almost laughed at the girl saying the blue haired fiend was the nice one Oh great more Aggy's to deal with. he wasn't looking forward to having to knock out more of the questers with his sand. "For your sake I hope that's not true." he rolled his eyes at her use of the name scar face though he figured the girl wouldn't say that to Mira's face. If she did he and her would have issues. "Shadow travel? Sounds interesting."

Mira had interjected in their conversation sounding hoarse. His eyebrow rose "You're sick, aren't you?" He asked even though he knew the answer. She said something about monster maids and he looked at them closely noticing their sharp yellowing fangs, harpies. As if to confirm his guess they started chanting "Hungry hungry Harpies" it sounded similar to something else he knew of. "I'm coming with you two. You can't do this by yourself in your condition," he pointed to Mira then to Isabelle "as for you I have more trust in my pinky than I do for you right now." He pulled his earrings off "xypnios" and they grew into two black swords.

He twirled his swords as he watched the girls race off towards the fight for a moment. Before they parted ways he turned to Jamie "Do me a favor, check on Teilo for me will you?" he asked before chasing after the girls. The harpies looked worse up close sharp fangs and talons, pointy ears, and milky eyes. "Gross, we are doing everyone a favor getting rid of you guys cause you are quite fugly." He taunted. One of the harpies bared their teeth at him "You'll die for that son of Hypnos" she growled before charging at him. He took a deep breath and focused on controlling his sword and keeping it steady. He slashed at the harpie and surprisingly hit it making it burst and disappear. Guess I'm getting a bit better. he twirled his swords looking at the rest of the harpies who growled at the absence of their friend.

[Kveykva]

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

Mira made a good point to Clive - nobody was going to listen to a bunch of teenagers, especially if they were trying to make the most out of their "swinter" vacation. There were things they would listen to, however. Unfortunately, a harpy stood between the son of Athena and said thing. "Hungry hungry harpies!" It was becoming almost like a chant, and he couldn't say he was a fan of their cultic cries. The harpy geared itself for a lunge, and Aiden quickly glanced around the room. He didn't have anything on him, so he'd have to improvise. The harpy went in for the kill - only to receive a faceful of waffle batter, and Aiden promptly slapped it with a rather handy tray. Stunned, but nowhere near dead, he dove past it and grabbed the fire alarm. Sirens blared through the building and formerly calm tenants evolved into a stampede of feet, guests throwing open their doors, pulling on just enough to be made decent, and fled out the nearest exits. It certainly hampered Aiden's backtracking, but it expedited the evacuation immensely.

"Get back here, you fleshy morsel!" It sounded like Aiden's chosen harpy was hot on his heels, but he tried not to think about it. Get stuff. Leave building. Easier said than done. He'd nearly reached room 207 when he tripped - and it wasn't on the carpet. "Hey! Get off me, you gross lady! You're getting me covered in waffle batter!" In all honesty, being covered in premature waffles was the least of his concerns, considering he was slowly being dragged away from his destination. He kicked it in the face once, and the second attempt resulted in a bite rather than his freedom. "What is wrong with you?! Eating people is weird!" His comments did little to deter the harpy, and in an attempt to curb his struggling, the no longer disguised cleaning lady opted to pin him to the wall. "You aren't nearly meaty enough to make a meal," it hissed with bloodied teeth. "But I'm happy to have a snack before the main course!" She went in for the kill and the wall behind Aiden rattled as something buried itself into the stud at his back. The harpy disintegrated almost instantly, and Aiden slid down the wall with some rather hefty breaths. "I almost died. Okay, moving on." His leg was bleeding, but it didn't do much besides causing a limp. The son of Athena quickly emptied both room 207 and 204, piling more weight onto his back than likely recommended by any doctor, and booked it for the fire escape.

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

It didn't take long for the situation to indeed get worse. Although Taffy and Rochelle halted their disagreements in favor of - well, calling it an alliance would be a stretch - Clive came back dead sprint, shouting about some "bitey lot." Moxie could think of at least a dozen monsters fitting that description, but the screeching from within the building was unmistakable. "Harpies," she corrected. "They're harpies." Clive was going on about something else, most of which Moxie hardly registered until demigods were mentioned. "An ambush?" The daughter of Mars echoed with urgency. "Oh, you kids are in some serious trouble. If he's got this kind of influence -" There was more to the thought, but planning could be done later. Now, action was demanded. "Clive, hand me that before you go." It was a command more than anything else as the watch was plucked from the dead man's hands, but a clear decision was made moments after. "Oh, that's Stygian Iron. On second thought, Taffs, why don't we trade?" She presented the watch to its owner in exchange for her own loaned weapon.

With the Imperial Gold back in her hands, its form changed once again from a dagger to a Beretta M9. "Are you coming?" "Yeah, be there in a sec," Moxie replied, slipping her other ring from her finger and loading it into the Imperial Gold weapon. "Mars, if you wanna do anything good for me now, let me at least hit one of these things from the grave." She didn't have a whole lot of faith in her ability to affect the living world - with Imperial Gold or anything else - without aid from the watch, but it felt a little too temperamental for her to risk pissing it off. She'd dare to say it and its owner needed weapon counseling. One thing Moxie picked up from basic besides her nickname was a knack for sharpshooting, and her skill wasn't something she wanted to give credit entirely to her blood for. Holding her breath made the sights less shaky, but that was all but dismissed since she no longer needed to breathe. She fired - and it sounded like she hit one. "Great, that's my one shot." It took more strength than she imagined to perform the feat, and as her sidearm switched back to a ring and she floated into the fan, her shape only grew fainter.

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[✦] | Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Forges | Tags: Caleb
❝ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒❞

"More like it belongs on a tombstone," Will countered. "We're all still farmers in a war, ain't we?" They trained, that much was true. But they were trained to survive beyond the gates of Camp Half-Blood, not for this. "An' if we ain't, they are." He was worried - as any half-blooded older brother should be. As his godly blood matured and grew more fragrant, his presence alone put his family in untold amounts of danger. First, it was the giant at his hunter's safety class. Then, the harpies at his mother's baby shower. More and more attacks followed like dominos, following Will wherever he went. He had a feeling they'd never be safe if he stayed, but the Wattsons were nothing if not stubborn. Even Emma took after her mother in that sense. He couldn't shake them that easily, and it gave him a bit of faith that maybe things would be alright in the end. But not if the Doors are opening.

Will couldn't say he expected any real answer from Caleb, and with the mention of the numerous underworld gods, he simply nodded. "This ain't th' first time 'is Doors 'ave been stolen. Who's got that power, though? Surely it ain't K'one." Questions were piling up faster than anyone could discover answers, but there were a few they might be able to dig out if given the right tools. "Care t' do me a favor?" he asked. "Orin - we ain't on good terms no more, but 'e came through them Doors safe an' sound. Is there any chance y' could talk t' him an' see if he knows anything about it? Even th' lil'st thing could 'elp."

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[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Sylvester, Leo, Vittorio
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

"I have a couple of things I got to do first, but thanks for your help." Just as quickly as they'd met, Lucy and Sylvester parted ways. "Good riddance," the daughter of Apollo muttered under her breath, returning her attention to the morning's spread. Eggs, croissants, sausages, pancakes, muffins, fruit medley, all kinds of breakfast varieties to choose from. Lucy wasn't particularly hungry, but she did have a nasty sweet tooth, so she settled for two muffins and a few scoops of mixed fruits, grabbing one of the magical drinking cups to wash down the meal with. One of the muffins and about a third of the fruits were dumped into the fire alongside a prayer to Apollo. Camp Half-Blood was going to need all the help they could get.

During her original scan of the dining pavilion, no other person of note was present save for Leo. That seemed to have changed since taking to the breakfast spread, as a slew of new faces of debatable importance now populated the tables, which were slowly becoming more crowded. The one face that stuck out was Orin Gorman. So the rumors are true, then. In reality, Lucy didn't know how to feel about it. She wouldn't say she got what she wanted; Orin died, and that wasn't the result she'd been shooting for. Him no longer being dead didn't exactly right things, and it only added more fuel to her fire when it came to her suspicions about the son of Zeus in cahoots with Kingston. With that in mind, it wouldn't surprise Lucy if Chiron wanted a few words with her soon. The idea of getting pinned with murder wasn't an attractive one, and it wasn't long before the daughter of Apollo tiptoed her way to the one place she could find safety in: Leo.

"Morning, boys." Lucy purred as she picked an empty spot at the Ares table. Her presence sparked some mixed reviews, but the general consensus was positive. Considering the state of things, she didn't expect much else besides. She wasn't given much time to start on her meal when she felt Gunner's eyes burning into the side of her head, which she ignored until it became unbearable. "Yes, I know!" Lucy huffed, glaring in his direction. "I'll have it by this afternoon, but have you considered there's something more important than your crush going on here? Some of us did lose siblings the day before, you know."

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

Kayle resisted the urge to chuckle at Vivienne's reservations on the matter because it was just as funny as it was sad. "I feel ya," she hummed, wolfing down the other half of her waffle. "I really do. When I was younger, my dad picked most everything out for me just because I wouldn't know how to put together something presentable otherwise. I went through a whole - phase - when I got older." She refrained from elaborating on the phase part. "I didn't want to be babied my whole life, you know? Dad started training me when I was little, but it kind of fizzled when things got hard and he started... worrying about me." Kayle made a face. "I know that sounds selfish - and stupid - but I can take care of myself. I want to take care of myself. I don't like people doting over me just because I'm disabled." She was making this about herself again. Whoops.

"But - my point is -" Kayle realigned her train of thought. "You know it when you see it. You don't know what you like because you've never had the chance to look. You don't know what's out there is all. Part of shopping is learning about yourself. You and the kinds of things you like. Self-love. Self-reflection. Or something, I dunno," She dismissed her ramblings with a wave of her hand, leaning back in the squeaky booth. "It'll be fine. Cross my heart," she promised, performing the action. "hope to die, stick a needle in my eye." a pause. "Not actually. It - It's a saying." She was going to have an aneurysm by the end of the day. "Finish your stuff and we'll get going. We'll check in on Biscuit first if he's not with a sitter, and if he's not we'll probably have to take him with us. Someone's gotta take care of him."

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[✦] | Oracle of Delphi | 23 | Male | ➡ Cabin Circle | Tags: Zeke
❝ 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠❞

"Then why -" a pause. Then why did you ask for them? It left him puzzled as he passed over the tin, but he was just happy to help. He offered the other a small, tired-looking smile in response. "It - It's no trouble, I'm just glad I had some on me. I'm kind of used to strange requests - you'd have to try really hard to top some of the things Juliet has asked me to get." There were some other noteworthy offenders, but all Cain really cared about was return customers and the thank-yous. It didn't seem like much else would arise from the conversation, so the oracle planned to take his leave so he had something - preferably carbs - to accompany the acidic energy drink sitting in his otherwise empty stomach. "Lunch," he replied quickly. "Er - breakfast, I mean," Cain rephrased, beginning to scratch at his arm before stopping himself. "I haven't - I'm the first out the Dionysus cabin, so I was just wanting some breakfast." Cain felt like he was making excuses, which was a problem Chiron (gently) and Mr. D (not so gently) informed him he needed to work on. "You can come with me if you want to, I normally just eat in the cave but it's too cold right now." He didn't want to ask, but he didn't know if he was allowed to sit anyone in the dining pavilion - the tables were cabin coded, after all.

[WitchHazel]

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

"What? I'm not - I'm fine, Ash," she'd insisted, despite the obvious congestion marking her scratchy voice. "It's just - I'm just tired." She had offered him what she hoped was a convincing smile, but likely appeared a poor imitation. I can't appear weak in front of the rest of the team. They need me to pull it together, so I'm pulling it together. After she had distanced herself from the group and taunted the monsters, she realised she wasn't alone. Isabelle and Ash had accompanied her. "What the - you need to run!" she hissed. "I'm buying you time. Get out of here while you still -" it was too late. The harpies were upon them, and all further protests were silenced.

Isabelle had said something about Mist control to her right before they started to attack, but she didn't see how it was relevant at the moment. "What? Yes, we have Skylar, but -" she had to pause as a harpy dive-bombed her in a squawking flurry of feathers. She parried its talon attack using both blades, steadying her feet against the floor so she wouldn't be knocked over. "- not the time for chatter," she managed between blows of celestial bronze. "Focus on the fight." It was taking most of her energy just to do that in the first place.

As the harpy ascended into the air again, she swiped at it with Rhódon for good measure. Another was already charging towards her, waddling like an especially menacing chicken. It gave a piercing shriek as she twirled on the ball of her foot and slashed at its chest. She didn't even have time to think before the monster exploded into dust. A sneeze sent her head snapping forward, just as yet another creature came spiraling from above. She barely had time to dodge, but she mustered her strength and slid unsteadily out of the way. One of its talons ripped the sleeve of her sweater as it passed by, leaving a small cut in its wake. Just a graze, she mentally sighed. I'll clean it out and put a bandaid on it once we get to safety. The sweater would take a bit of energy to repair, if she did so using her abilities. Right. My powers. She didn't trust herself to utilise charmspeak or amokinesis in an aggressive manner, not with how little energy she already had. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping her going. I don't even know if charmspeak would work, given how much of a mess my voice is right now. She just barely managed to fend off another attack, parrying with Ankáthi and wounding the offending harpy with Rhódon. Right. Less thinking, more fighting. Or maybe thinking was the way to go? I know these feathered fiends have strengths and weaknesses. But what?

Even given her current condition, Mirabelle was a formidable warrior. Her reaction time might've been a bit slower and her head might've felt a little fuzzy, but she'd be damned if she let the monsters get to her friends. Most of the harpies' attacks were parried or dodged, though with far less grace than usual. Harpies... harpies... what do I know about harpies? She wracked her brain for answers, though it felt like wading through a pool of molasses. They can fly, obviously... they have a good memory... they like cinnamon... ugh, none of this is helpful! Think, Mirabelle, think... As she fended off another attack, a sharp blaring sound rang out through the hall. She nearly jumped out of her skin. At least the sound served as a distraction to the harpies, allowing her time to think properly. "- fire," she remembered aloud. "They're immune to fire!" No fire-based weapons or attacks, then. "And they have aerokinesis." It was all coming back to her now - the legends, the readings, the lessons, battle strategies, all of it. "Be careful - they can control winds!" she called out above the clamour of battle. Winds that will snatch you up if you aren't careful. "Focus on hitting their wings - we can ground them. They'll be easier to kill that way."

One of the harpies caught the last bit, and a look of terror overwhelmed its features. Mirabelle took full advantage of the creature's hesitation. The terror soon disintegrated before her eyes as the harpy realised too late that it had a sword through its chest. Ugh, there are so many. Why are there so many? She swung at one as she blocked another's attack. Why didn't we bring a satyr along? We would've been able to sense them much sooner if we had a satyr.


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

Whatever Ambrose had been trying to do obviously hadn't worked. Juliet had to dive out of the way as the skeleton lunged towards Oliver. She managed to land alright, though her coat was dusted with powdery snow. Out of everything that happened next, there was one specific morsel Juliet's mind focused on. "Wait - your full name is Ambrosius!? Ha!" A hearty laugh bubbled its way out of her chest. "You have got to be kidding me! Ambrosius. Oh, that is rich." Then the gravity of the situation hit her. Oy gutt - Oliver's down. But lo and behold - Ambrose to the rescue. The son of Hades manifested in a puff of shadow and disappeared almost instantly afterwards, cradling Oliver in his arms.

Aoife was swinging at the skeleton's head with a boomerang, and the new girl was charging down the hill with a battle cry that sounded a lot like "DIE!". Juliet wanted to point out that the skeleton was technically already dead, but she didn't get the chance amidst the chaos.

Kathryn Blackwood
|☽|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Outside Cabin 13|Tags: Nikki|

"A grimoire?" Kathryn snorted. "Honey, a grimoire is a spellbook. And trust me, I've got plenty of those." An attempt at a bit of humour, if one could call it that. The smile never left her face, yet her brain remained cold and calculative. "Nice to meet you too, doll." She straightened up as Nikki rose to her feet. "Magical creatures though, huh? Quite fascinating," she mused. "And always good to be prepared in case you run into any in the wild. Most tend to be quite unfriendly to demigods such as ourselves. And by unfriendly, I mean they'll rip you limb from limb and use your bones as a toothpick, given half the chance." She let out a small laugh, intending to keep the mood light even under such dark topics. "Diablo and Duncan... apt names for Hellhounds." I bet that big one drools a lot. Yuck. "They are Hellhounds in disguise, are they not? I would assume nothing less from a daughter of Hades." Her deep brown eyes flickered up to the crow perched atop the cabin. "Mazingo... interesting name for a crow. Gorgeous bird, if I do say so. I'm rather fond of corvids."

Ambrose Fletcher
|♠|19|He/Him|Hades|Location: Cabin 7|Tags: Oliver, Apollo NPCs|

"I'm.... ok."
Ambrose's heart leapt at those two little words. "Could've fooled me, mate! Scared me half to death, you did. Thought you might pop down and have a spot o' tea with dear old dad -" Oliver had gone limp in his arms. His face fell; panic overtaking the relief once again. He's not very close to death, is he? I'd feel his soul trying to cross over and all that. I would, yeah? His mental attempts to calm himself were interrupted as a pair of Apollo boys gently pried Oliver's unconscious form from him. He wanted to protest, but he knew it was for the best. He wasn't going to leave him, though. I'm not leaving him again. Never again.

As the boys worked getting Oliver onto a cot, Ambrose stood back. He watched as they poured some nectar down his throat, working together like a well-oiled machine. That Dante knows what he's doing, I'll reckon. I'll just - I'm just - yeah. I'll stay out their way. But I'm not leaving. They were cleaning Oliver's wound now, muttering something about blunt force trauma. Right. He's - he'll be hunky-dory in no time at all. Apollo's finest have got him covered. Still, he couldn't help but worry. Oliver had always been the one protecting him, back in the casino. Looking out for him; making sure he didn't get into too much trouble. But now - the tables have turned. He was 'repaying the favour', as Kat would say. It's bloody strange being the older one now. At least by appearance. He's - what, a century older than me? Two? Blimey, time is odd.


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

"You know The Shining!?" Liv exclaimed. Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. "I mean... you're cooler than I thought you'd be." She blew an errant strand of dyed hair out of her face. "And why not? Axes are awesome. I could totally pull off an axe." Her pierced lips shaped into a pout. "Still, knives are more my thing... wait, you guys have an armoury here? That's metal!" She hadn't even realised she was making a pun. If she had, she would've groaned aloud. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

The daughter of Hermes turned her sword into a ring somehow, which Liv couldn't help but gasp at. "I want something that does that. That is so awesome." She bounced around as she followed the older girl out of the arena. Come on Liv. Be cool. You're a baddie, you've got this. Despite her thoughts of 'playing it cool', her giddiness could not be quashed.

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

Vivienne listened silently to Kayle's story, feeling the tension start to leave her body as she processed the words. It felt... nice to know that the other girl had gone through something similar. I feel less... alone. "I... understand," she murmured when Kayle was done speaking. "As much to my ability. It is not the same, but... this is the first time in five years that I have simply been able to exist in peace." The admission only intensified the choking sensation of vulnerability. "Without... her breathing down my neck. Without her making every decision for me and judging every step I take." It was as if her ribcage had been pried open, leaving her insides exposed for all to see. But she was the one doing the prying this time. And it felt... it felt okay.

She did as Kayle said and finished her food promptly, though not without pristine manners. Her mind reflected on what the muscular young woman had said about shopping. Learning about myself... I am uncertain that I even know who that is anymore. She took a soft breath. I am uncertain if I ever did. A particular Socrates quote came to mind, one often confused with the writings inscribed on Apollo's temple at Delphi. "To know thyself is the beginning of wisdom." It sat, stewing in her mind as she placed her napkin back on the table. Self love. I do not believe I know what that means. Vivienne was distracted from her thoughts at the odd and rather violent promise Kayle made. "Let us refrain from inserting sewing implements into optic orifices," she stated, a bit too late as Kayle explained it was only an expression. "Oh. Yes. Naturally." A mildly awkward recovery. Vivienne had never claimed to be good at social interaction. She wasn't sure how to feel about the concept of taking another animal with them, but... if it was in need of care, she supposed it would be cruel to leave it. Kayle's canine companion is not so unpleasant, she reckoned. I suppose an additional animal would be acceptable. She hadn't asked what kind of animal Biscuit was. If it is another canine... I shall simply manage. Yes, I shall - it is time I began to brave this particular phobia.

[The Scribe]

Samantha "Sam" Semuels

16 ~ Athena (Unclaimed) ~ Lesbian ~ Tags: Aoife, Juliet, Ambrose, Oliver

The world was a blur. Sam only caught snippets of conversation as she ran. She saw the skeleton's head fly off as the boomerang whacked it, but the skeleton kept moving. Sam redoubled her efforts, pushing herself faster before she launched herself from the ground. Sam flew through the crisp air before she collided with the skeleton's body. Both of them crashed into the snow. Sam's eyes scanned the ground quickly before she found a nearby rock and grabbed it, smashing it into the skeleton's rib cage.

[sammy,]

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

"yeah, normal's good. normal's very good. y'think she knows about the gods, or does she just think that mr. d is a particularly foul-smelling fiend?" orin asked. he knew there were monster sniffing dogs around, that hank boasted one of them - but whether they understood what they were doing was a different story. "who's even the - the patron god of dogs, anyway? hades has got cerberus, but is that... i never know with the godly associations with animals. dionysus has dolphins, for some reason. the only one that stuck was the cercopes, for me. monkey-men. that's my kinda story." the staggered and stumbling path of conversation wasn't helped by either of them, it seemed, but that was a welcome change of pace. rare that someone not only kept up with him, but matched the scattered, racing energies of the mind.

"after all this is over, i think i'd rather -" orin paused, reconsidered the words that he was about to spout. "i never wanna be cold again, basically. i'm gonna pitch up in the sahara. though - though i know that gets cold at night, which... i mean, it can't be this bad, right? cold in the sahara is probably the same temperature as summer back home." back to the satyrs, the success of a joke that landed. his mojo was coming back. that was good. he relied on it heavily. "right. ehm, so -" he rushed through a quick list of possibilities. "y'were talking about the quest with him, right? so that's probably - chuck's pretty close with mira, who's out there. so maybe - maybe him? it's a possibility. and he's a gem, so even if it's not him you're seeking out for unknown reasons, you're gonna have a good time regardless. learn a little bit about the village people and blue öyster cult. can't go wrong with that." he took a sweeping glance around, searched with eyes that landed ever-so-briefly on leo and lucy. a spark in the bottom of his stomach, pushed down. he was fine. he wasn't going to get distracted. "do they - do they have a satyr on that quest?" he didn't particularly recall seeing one in the mess hall during the meeting the day previous. "might be something to raise. mind's pulling a blank."

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

sympathetic to the mental exhaustion, leo nodded. "maybe they'll make it into one. no one was ready for the bone squad. shattering skulls is easy with a good right hook, but a sword's pretty difficult. no skin to pierce," that was the benefit of brute force. "personally, i thought the movie was kinda funny. a load of rich people getting their just desserts." his eyes widened. he didn't have a chip on his shoulder, so to speak, but sometimes karma worked in funny little ways. "sounds like he's got an unsinkable idea on what makes a movie."

"i've heard the word interesting way too many times to count," in counsellor's offices, in therapy sessions, in descriptions of him that he was not supposed to be privy to. it seemed to be a soft, fluffy word that meant 'unmanageable', or 'difficult', and honestly, he would have rather been called either of the latter. that wasn't what was meant by tori, which he understood, but it still had that little association. "basically, either keep your head down or make as much noise as possible."

lucy didn't look all that threatening, that was correct. "just... careful," he said. leo wasn't exactly about to go into a list about all of the reasons why - especially when a lot of them implicated him, but he figured a little warning was enough. any plans he may have had to do exactly that were thwarted by her sudden appearance. 'speak of the devil' had never sounded quite so pertinent.

"lucy," he said in greeting. in all honesty, he his had doubts about their arrangement. it hadn't even been going on a day and one of the targets of her disdain had died (and come back to life, but that was beyond the point), and that was troubling. "did you want something?" blunt, but that was to be expected. "apollo table doesn't look too full."

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

“'arp - what're you even on about? they've got teeth, dude. they're 'ardly cracking out love of my life, are they? joined by the violinies and the - the cellies? you're just playing with me now. you're trying to make me look an idiot." clive halted his arm-flailing and babbling, which was almost a shame, because teilo sort of enjoyed it. the ghost was as dense as a neutron star, and that should have been grating - the way it was grating for moxie, he supposed - but instead, it felt familiar.
"anyway," he interrupted what was clearly ready to become a tirade about string instruments suffixied with -ie, and focused on the comment about the ambush. "cheers for the vote of confidence,"
he bristled when emrys was pulled from clive's grip, but relaxed when it became clear that the weapon wasn't suitable for her. for some reason. he hadn't figured that one out yet. the trade offered, he passed back what he had been given, took emrys into the palm of his hand. something was awry with the pocket watch, something he couldn't quite figure out. as his knowledge about the disguised scythe's capabilities had grown, so had his connection. "did you do something to him?"
“i, er..." clives eyebrows raised. “i briefly threw it. caught it, though."
had the ghost not been stripped of his tangibility, teilo would have clipped him in the back of the head.

"alright. cool," that seemed to be them briefly parting, then. teilo's eyes set on the van. there was another parked in the lot - larger, more luxurious looking, and he had to chide himself into avoiding the theft of the preferred set of wheels. it would take too much time. he had to warm the engine up, get his clutch foot in gear. as he advanced toward the drivers' seat, ancient teachings rose in the back of his mind. "gonna need a new one," he said, mostly to the ghost who had followed him inside.
“why's'at?"
he settled, threw the gear into second and revved the engine a couple of times, testing. "if he knows about us, then he knows the van. gonna need to abandon this soon enough. hope it smells a bit better." oh, to steal a car again. despite everything, a smile pulled at his face at the thought. nostalgic and sad, but again, familiar.

[sunhorsestar]

Kaden Turner | Athena | 18 | Tagging: Ava | Location: Dining Pavilion


"Hah…I don’t know what’s so special about ME, but I’m glad to be out of the Hermes cabin. So crowded in there!" Kade shrugged it off. "You don’t have weird language, you’re just being clear." Precision and clarity was Athena's forte. Maybe Ava just inherited more of it than he did. Kade himself specialized more in the material value, crafting, strategic mind when it came to battle plans. "Man…I mean, I AM glad for the traits and gifts granted to me by Athena, but sometimes…sometimes I wish I was oblivious. Wish for a normal life. That just was never in the books for us though."

Hunter Mayhem | Ares | 19 | Tagging: Press, Rex | Location: Dining Pavilion


"Hope you won’t judge for that. I know a lot of the time— and deservingly, at times— Ares kids get a bad rep." Hunter shrugged. Didn’t matter to him. Much. He was used to people not thinking he was a great person. It was what it was. A Zeus kid. Now THERE was a rarity. Hunter couldn’t deny that maaaaaybe he was a little impressed, as shown only by the slight quirk of an eyebrow. Hunter's gaze shifted to Press at the muttered comment. Oh he could understand that mood. The demeanour of being closed off and isolated, on the outs. Maybe a wanderer, feeling alone even with a hundred people around him. "I’ve been here five years, came along with one of the other campers after we were attacked. Year-rounder here. Mostly ‘cause I ain’t got anywhere else to go."

Karter Thomas Zael | Hades | 16 | Tagging: Quest Group | Location: Hampton Inn


Karter glanced at Jamie. "Shadow travel in my case. Didn’t fancy stickin' 'round there longer than I had to. Hope you guys didn’t miss me too much." He doubted it, but it felt good to be cracking a bad attempt at a joke. At Aggie's words, Karter smirked dryly. "Hah! Feels like it. I’m dead inside." Karter ran a hand through his hair, stepping back, slowly breathing out.

Almost as soon as he had finished speaking, Karter saw the rest of the group, or rather, their urgency. "Yeah yeah, okay, sorry. I shadow-travelled the rest of the way here, so I’m kinda out of sorts. Sorry to have stayed away that long. Ain’t ideal." He offered an awkward smile. The smile melted off his lips when he took in what Mira was so worried about. It only took a moment of focus to figure out there was definitely something wrong, even if he hadn’t been told, he wouldn’t have taken long to pick up on it. His hand went for the knife tucked securely in his pocket. Jamie only confirmed his worries. He nodded, narrow shoulders tensing. He hadn’t been expecting a warm welcome back, but it was still alarming that pretty much the first thing he was greeted with upon a return was an emergency.he’d just shadow travelled and landed in a weird in with no idea where exactly to go or what to do. The monsters couldn’t leave them alone for FIVE MORE MINUTES? He cursed under his breath.

"Right. Gotta get out? You don’t have to tell me twice!" He yelped. Child of one of the big three or not, Karter would MUCH rather run away from a fight than find himself in the middle of one. The only issue now was…he’d shadow-travelled right into the inn. Where the hell was the door?

[Kveykva]

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

"No, they aren't - Harpies!" Moxie repeated. "Like - the eagle. You know - Christ, never mind." The nonsense itself didn't bother her, it was the uncertainty on whether he was playing dumb or genuinely this ignorant. She was thankful for the interruption and subsequent trade, though the question of how her weapons remained after she passed lingered somewhere in her mind. She'd yet to put words to it, but the connection would come sooner or later. A single loud pop signaled the end of her only chance, and while the shot hadn't been entirely blind, she wasn't confident she'd hit a target. It sounded like it, and Moxie took it at face value. "That's it, boys!"

With a hop, skip, and a jump, Moxie landed herself safely and seamlessly in the back of the van, joining the other two passengers to break up the party. "So it's probably a good time for me to ask, how many kids do you have in this group? Might be easier if one of us runs the headcount while you step on it." She wasn't a fan of harpies by any means, but there were far nastier monsters out there. The original Greek ones were debatably worse, but she had her doubts that anyone wanted to listen to her top ten list of "worst monsters to encounter on the road." I haven't seen a harpy in years, she thought once settled in the van, braced for the next shift of action. "I haven't seen any monster in almost five years, now that I think about it. Crazy, isn't it? You kids get attacked after being out in New York for less than a day, and I've been kicking back in retirement without a care in the world. It's all so - wrong." She wasn't particularly talking to Taffy or Clive directly, but some input on the thought would be taken into consideration.

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

Kayle was prepared to gather her stuff together, to grab her wallet and pay for the meal while Vivienne continued her wallowing and confusion - or whatever uncertainties she had about shopping and discovering her sense of style, but what fled the younger girl's mouth instead was more heartfelt than what she'd been prepared for. It wasn't as easy for Kayle to relate in that sense, but "I getcha." She nodded. "And - Nick gets that too, more than I do." she continued tentatively. "Don't let what happened get to you too much though, you aren't the only one who's put up with crap you shouldn't have. Some have had it worse than others, granted, but that's okay." God, I'm awful at these heart-to-hearts. "We're all just trying to live our best lives, and when we got problems, we find people we can relate to. And we stick with 'em." Kayle nudged her elbow into Vivienne's ribcage, with a little more force than the average person would consider comfortable. "Just go with it - you've got your little bit of freedom now, so run with it. Don't forget what it feels like, and keep that in your little noggin if you've gotta go back. Keep it there and in here," Kayle knocked on Vivienne's forehead and then poked her chest, startlingly accurate to where her heart was situated.

The elder of the two freed herself from the booth and stacked her empty plates on the table, emptying the rest of her coffee down her gluttonous gut before counting out the appropriate amount at the register. A few extra bills were added onto the total for a tip and once Vivienne joined Kayle, Snowdrop crept obediently out from under the table, waiting for them to make their next move. "You all set? Got your head attached and everything?" She wore a stupid grin. This might turn out to be more fun than she thought. "Well don't just stand there, girlie, let's go! Ride like the wind, nae nae on out, Xali's got us covered." As if hearing its name, the pale horse ignited its engine, revving impatiently.

──────── 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳
[✦] | Oracle of Delphi | 23 | Male | ➡ Cabin Circle | Tags: Zeke
❝ 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠❞

"Then why -" a pause. Then why did you ask for them? It left him puzzled as he passed over the tin, but he was just happy to help. He offered the other a small, tired-looking smile in response. "It - It's no trouble, I'm just glad I had some on me. I'm kind of used to strange requests - you'd have to try really hard to top some of the things Juliet has asked me to get." There were some other noteworthy offenders, but all Cain really cared about was return customers and the thank-yous. It didn't seem like much else would arise from the conversation, so the oracle planned to take his leave so he had something - preferably carbs - to accompany the acidic energy drink sitting in his otherwise empty stomach. "Lunch," he replied quickly. "Er - breakfast, I mean," Cain rephrased, beginning to scratch at his arm before stopping himself. "I haven't - I'm the first out the Dionysus cabin, so I was just wanting some breakfast." Cain felt like he was making excuses, which was a problem Chiron (gently) and Mr. D (not so gently) informed him he needed to work on. "You can come with me if you want to, I normally just eat in the cave but it's too cold right now." He didn't want to ask, but he didn't know if he was allowed to sit anyone in the dining pavilion - the tables were cabin coded, after all.

[WitchHazel]

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

Juliet scrambled to her feet, brushing off the snow from her jeans. Though she normally would have shrugged at the offer to help, she couldn't help but feel partially responsible for the newcomer's safety now. "Weeeelll... I don't want her to get killed on her first day," she admitted. "But it looks like she can handle herself pretty well." The skeleton's ribcage was practically nonexistent at this point. "We should probably go help though, huh? Just in case." How do we even kill this thing? I mean, in zombie flicks, they always go for the brain... do skeletons have brains? There was only one way to find out.

Juliet clambered over to where the skeleton's severed skull lay in the snow, its jaw gnashing wildly. She raised her battered dagger and brought it down hard on the thing with a sickening crunch. The jaw moved no more, though she didn't check if the body followed suit. "Did we do it? Is it dead? Well, dead-dead, you know, like dead twice, but still -" Usually monsters turned to dust when killed, but she wasn't sure about how skeleton physiology worked when it came to that. "Either way... hey, newbie!" Juliet gave the skull one last kick before she sauntered towards the new girl lying in the snow. "What you just did - that was both incredibly stupid, and incredibly brave." She paused, flashing a lopsided grin. "I like it. Juliet's the name, mischief's the game." She held out her free hand as a nonverbal offer to help the girl to her feet, her other hand clutching her dagger just in case the skeleton wasn't quite finished.


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

What happened to me is my identity, she wanted to say. I carry it with me wherever I go. I do not know who I am without it. Instead, she simply nodded. The realisation hit her that Kayle couldn't see her nodding, so she made a small sound of acknowledgement in addition. Despite her troubled thoughts, she felt less alone. Loneliness, my constant companion. Your exquisite agony is no more. Her poetic musings were cut short by a sharp elbow to the side. A soft grunt escaped her, more in surprise than pain. "- you've got your little bit of freedom now, so run with it." Vivienne flinched at first when Kayle knocked her on the forehead, gentle as the action may have been. The poke in her chest made her stiffen, but she forced herself to relax at least a little bit. "Thank you, Kayle. I shall hold freedom fast in my mind." And in my heart. Emotions may be centred in the brain, yet they are experienced with the entirety of the body. A particular Dickinson poem surfaced from the depths of memory, one line in particular sticking in her head. Captivity is consciousness, So's liberty.

Vivienne was quick to follow at Kayle's heels when she got up to leave. She hovered uncomfortably behind the older girl, all too aware of her unbecoming appearance at that moment. She didn't usually take much stock in her looks - she enjoyed seeming put-together and distinguished, and that was about as far as she went. She knew she did not appear to be either of those things with a blanket wrapped around her t-shirt-clad form. Not to mention the sweatpants, her tangled mess of hair, or the funny foam shoes that were too bright to look at for long. ""You all set?" Kayle's question had her head jerking up in response. "Yes," she stated simply, "and my skull has never become detached from my spinal cho - oh. That was another turn of phrase, was it not?" A rush of embarrassment accosted her nervous system. 'Ride like the wind' is likely another, though I am capable of riding venti in equine form. The confusion that followed over what 'nae nae' meant was short-lived; quickly cast aside in favour of getting going. There will be ample time for inquiry later. "Yes I am prepared to depart. No need to keep Xaliphax waiting."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

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

Caleb’s smug look faded when Will responded with an obvious lack of enthusiasm. “I think you’re missing the point there,” he muttered under his breath, though arguing his point further seemed useless. It was clear enough that Will was worried, and Caleb couldn’t blame him for that, but he also couldn’t help the spark of bitterness that flared up when the son of Hephaestus spoke. He had a family out there, and he was worried about them. He was acting like it was the end of the world and maybe it was, but he had no idea how lucky he was, how fortunate to still have people to worry about. Maybe he should’ve been more understanding, having experienced that same fear himself, but his worst fears had already been realized, and as concerning as the thought was, he was starting to believe there was nothing left behind his hollow smile but resentment, and the desire to undo his mistakes. And maybe the tiniest bit of that hope he had preached.

“No, but she could be working with someone who does. It doesn’t have to be within her power if she’s got power over someone else and...I think it’s likely that she could.” He’d probably said more than enough to get himself turned into an ice gargoyle already. He could only hope his answers were enough to sate Will’s hunt for answers. “Of course,” he replied without hesitation, his response genuine until the request actually came. “Oh, yeah. Yeah. Of course. I’ll...see if he knows anything.”

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares|dining pavilion|tags: Leo, Lucy

“They could get you to teach lessons,” he suggested, only half joking. “How to punch the crap out of undead freaks.” That wasn’t a sentence he ever thought he’d find himself saying—at least not in the context of real life—but he’d said a lot of things he wouldn’t have imagined coming out of his mouth two days prior. He gave a short huff of a laugh at the comment on The Titanic. “I don’t think most people would consider it a comedy, but I can see where you’re coming from.” The following joke took him a moment, if only from surprise that it had come from Leo. “Did you just—” He grinned, shaking his head. He hadn’t taken him for the type to make jokes like that, but if he’d learnt anything recently it was that things weren’t always what they seemed. Especially not in this place. “Awful.”

“You and me both.” Likely in different contexts, but “interesting” seemed to be a word people liked to use when they didn’t know what else to call you. When you caused them problems, or when they found you strange. “Interesting” was what people said when they didn’t understand, or when they found you unbearable but didn’t want to be mean. It was a word with a twisted meaning, but Vittorio hadn’t meant it that way. He liked things to be interesting, for people to have depth, to not fall so easily into the neatly categorized boxes people would like to shove them into. Leo was definitely interesting. “I’d prefer the former option, but I think it’s a bit too late for that.”

He didn’t understand the warning. As much as the whole looks-can-be-deceiving thing was starting to set in, the girl really didn’t look all that dangerous. He’d been going to ask Leo to elaborate, when the supposed danger herself ventured over and sat down, looking like she owned the place. Tori actually found her affect on Gunner to be quite amusing, the boy deserved to be told off, but Leo didn’t seem impressed. He still couldn’t figure out why.

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

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

“Or, you know, at all would be preferable?” Aoife offered in wake of Juliet’s less than enthusiastic response. They’d had more than enough death, she wasn’t going to watch anyone else get slaughtered. It seemed, however, that her concern wasn’t necessary, because by the time she’d turned back around, the girl was tackling the headless body and smashing it’s already broken ribs to dust. “Well, looks like she’s got herself handled.” She glanced back to see Juliet drive her dagger into the skull and was relieved when the thing stopped moving. “Better be. The thing’s not supposed to be moving in the first place, it’s really quite rude of it to have held on this long.”

Aoife followed Juliet over to the girl lying in the snow, nodding sagely in agreement. “We like that here. This place runs on a wild combination of bravery and stupidity. Though sometimes it leans a little more to one side.” She smiled. “I’m Aoife. And I’d avoid this one if you don’t want half your belongings stolen,” she added with a nod towards Juliet, flashing the daughter of Hermes a playful grin.

[Deoledath]

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

It was an interesting question, that was for sure. He didn’t know if his best friend would know the difference between a human and a god. “I like to think they smell different from us, right? They probably smell like ambrosia and nectar.” He scratched idly behind Luna’s ears as he considered it. “It’s an interesting question though… if she knows the difference. And if she does, does she know the difference between us and a full human as well? Do we smell like a weird mix of god and man?” This question would haunt him until perhaps when he could get answers. Perhaps his mother would know? “I’m fairly certain that Hecate is the goddess of dogs… and crossroads, entryways, and other things… but I’m pretty sure it’s her. I’d have to double check though.” He would make sure to thank her in prayer because he didn’t know what he would do without his faithful companion.

He started to chuckle at the mention of the sahara. “See, that’s too warm for me. I need it to be cold enough that I can bundle, but not so cold that I can’t get warm while bundled.” He liked his layers… besides, it made it really easy to hide things, like blades, when you had more layers. The mortals could never tell. A demigod might, but it truly depended on how well they were trained. “You’re probably right… I think I was going to talk to him about the quest. We had been talking about how we were worried about them… some of the people on the quest don’t have much experience in terms of training.” He explained in few details and a little words. “Now that you mention it… I don’t remember. I don’t think they have a satyr with them. I’m surprised they were even allowed to leave camp without them… surely they have to have one with them, right?”