『 ☯』 Oliver Howe『 ☯』
Son of Phobos ✵ Cabin 26 ✵ 17 ✵ Demisexual
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Tags: Ambrose, Dante, Apollo NPC's
Location: Apollo Cabin
Oliver’s eyes flew open, the back of his head still stung.
“Ambrose? Where am I?” he asked voice hoarse. He tried to sit up but the movement made him dizzy. He laid back down, his black curly hair was stuck to his forehead hinting to him that he had been sweating at some point. Most likely from his dream that seemed more like he was reliving a memory. He looked around the unfamiliar room.
“Ambrose why am I here?” he asked glaring as two boys came over with bandages. Oliver looked to Ambrose, he looked older than Oliver now, well physically at least. Oliver wanted to ask him about it but now wasn’t the time or place.
The back of his head stung and he went to touch it, but his fingers touched gauze instead. With his momentary distraction the boys attempted to step forward again. Oliver pointed to them
“D-Don’t touch me.” The boys exchanged a look before looking to Oliver like they were going to come close anyway but then an older boy with brown hair separated the other two and walked over to Oliver. He reached for Horace but realized he did have any of his weapons. He glared at the brown-haired boy scooting back in his cot.
“I’m not going to hurt you; I’m trying to help you idiot. Now let us do our job so you can leave.” The boy sounded annoyed with his job.
Oliver didn’t want to trust the boy, but his head started stinging again. Oliver winced and the boy handed him a small cube.
“It won’t bite, my names Dante by the way.” Giving Oliver his name didn’t make him trust Dante anymore. He looked to Ambrose for his reassurance.
〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗
Son of Hypnos ☼☽ Cabin 15 ☼☽ 17 ☼☽ Bisexual
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Tags: Mira, Isabelle, and Rochelle
Location: Hampton Inn
“You’re both. We’ll deal with that once we are done with these harpies.” he may not have been able to feel her sickness like he could with her tiredness, but he could tell in the way she spoke, and she looked paler than usual. Speaking of, more harpies were coming out of the woodworks and advancing on them.
Where are they all coming from? “We need more help” he thought out loud dodging talons. His wrist was starting to hurt from the weight of his one sword. He remembered he had forgotten to take ambrosia before leaving the room.
Their wings, hit their wings. Easy enough, right? another harpie came after him and he let it. He wanted to let it close but apparently too close as the harpies talons grazed his cheek but he was able to make a cut in it’s leathery wing.
“How dare you, you wretched demigod.” It hissed as it flapped one wing before falling to the floor.
“Oh shut up” he said before piercing it with his other sword.
A gust of wind pushed him against the wall away from where the previous harpy was. A new harpy was about to impale him with it’s talons when a bat hit it turning it into dust.
“Sorry I’m late to the party, was involved in a very strange conversation.” She turned to look at Ash with a smirk.
“Looks like I came just in time to save your hide.” Ash rolled his eyes before pushing himself up with a wince.
Rochelle looked to Ash
“You can’t do this with your wrist in that condition.” she noticed it the night before, but it didn’t matter until now.
“I need to –“ Rochelle shook her head
“Go, We’ve got this.” She looked to Isabelle.
“Keep them safe or –“ Ash was cut off again as a harpy went for an attack.
“Go!” she yelled swinging porcupine at the harpy. They nodded to each other as a mutual understanding was shared between them.
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