Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **takara** » Sat Oct 23, 2021 3:12 pm

Rafiki's staff... may not have been the best choice for this type of monster. But there again, neither were the rest of her current set. Or maybe I'm just not using it right, She considered the thought, whirling the staff about her head to fend off an approaching beast. Oh my gods I am in the middle of saving his ass and this idiot wants to rattle on about how he doesn't trust me? Like dude, read the room! "Trust?" She seethed, but one of the nasty birds got in her way before she could turn her stick on taffy there.

"Helen trusts you to be tasty, child of Poseidon!" The monster shrieked, clawing for her with a bony hand. The harpy's hot breath reeked, telling of those unlucky enough to have been the beast's former meals. How dare she, how dare it! Anger flared up in her, and Isabelle bashed at the thing's head before pulling her staff back and slamming it into a nearby lamp. A charge flicker through the metal under her fingertips, and she grinned. "Actually, Helen is the one who's looking like toast here!" She purred, deadly calm invading her demeanor. She charged the harpy, plunging her staff into the beast's soft underbelly as it snatched at her face. With a pop, the electricity she had charged into her staff did it's job and the harpy exploded into monster dust. Isabelle breathed in deeply, trying to prevent the adrenaline from rushing her with the tingly feeling that often accompanied bouts of electrokinesis.

She took a moment to squint at the girl on her right, name once again deserting her. Mmmmmm... what was it that Juliet called her? Gods why am I bothering with names? "Publicity, Meerkat. Skylar needs to work her magic and give us some cover, or we'll have bigger things to-" A sensation at her shoulder caught her off guard, and she spun to address it, but not before a sharp pain cut across her shoulders. Blood, that's blood alrighty! Strange as it was, the echo of I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die! At the back of her mind did not put Isabelle into any sense of urgency, though she did roar right back at the bird in front of her. "Bird crone, bird crone! When I'm done you won't have bone!" There was a certain glee to it, the sing-song tone of voice, as she smashed Rafiki into the harpy's forearm. She teased it with a shock of electricity as she did, a promise of more to come.

Something was hissed behind her, something like "You insolent-" or "You little-" but Isabelle was too busy toying with her prey to pick out which, choosing to hum a ditty to herself as she thrust her stick into the first harpy's neck, before wheeling to face the next, eyes glittering. She was light on her feet, and with the odd grin her face, you could almost mistake the movement of it for a dance, had she not been twirling in the settling dust of a monster, weapon aimed at the next. And admittedly, if you somehow missed the blood that was smeared across her like war paint.

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Sat Oct 23, 2021 5:04 pm

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

"Ash - your hand -" it seemed Rochelle had that covered. Where she had come from, Mirabelle could only guess. But she was here now, and that was what mattered. Mirabelle glanced over her shoulder just to make sure Ash had gotten away safely. Good. He's out of harm's way. For now, at least. She fended off a harpy's talon attack, though her limbs were growing heavier by the minute. My stamina is usually great... must be this damned cold. Or sleep deprivation. Or both. The adrenaline pumping through her veins was one of the only things keeping her going. That, and the desperate need to keep her friends from harm.

"Publicity, Meerkat."
Isabelle was providing answers to unspoken questions, but she could barely hear her over the blood rushing in her ears. "What did you call me!?" Mirabelle snarled. She whirled around without even thinking, though managed to stop herself before she could land a blow against her fellow demigod. Instead, she thrusted her xiphos at a harpy coming up behind Isabelle. It exploded into dust almost instantly. "Don't make a habit of it, or that'll be your dust all over the floor." Casting a look around the room, there weren't a lot of the feathered fiends left. Two children of the Big Three could handle them easily. I need to check on everybody and make sure they're okay. She was at loathe to leave the fight to Rochelle and Isabelle, but her priorities were always to her team. And as far as she was concerned, they only slightly counted as teammates. "There aren't many left," she called over the sounds of combat and the blaring fire alarms. "Do you think you two can finish them off? I want to make sure everyone else made it out." She shouldered her backpack, slinging her duffel bag over her body while slashing at a smaller harpy.

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

"'Just Sam'? Boooring," Juliet whined. I'm still calling her Samwise, whether she likes it or not. Nicknames were a Juliet specialty - she wasn't about to let a silly personal preference get in the way of her antics. "Magical border indeed, Samwise," she added. "See that gold glittery thing right there? That's the Golden Fleece. Yes, the Golden Fleece, from myth and legend, yadda yadda yadda. You'll see a lot more kitsch like that when we get into camp." She shrugged, seeming generally desensitised to the strangeness of it all by now. "And to answer your other questions, this place is Camp Half-Blood. Home to demigods like us and other freaks of nature. The barrier there keeps out mortals and monsters alike, unless they have special permission from one of the directors to enter." It had been quite some time since Juliet had done any explaining to newbies, usually she was too busy with her pranks to pay them any attention. But since she and Aoife were the only two demigods who had the slightest idea of what was going on in Sam's vicinity, she figured the newcomer would have to settle for her lackadaisical attitude. "Monsters are after you because of that, dummy. Like I just said. They smell your half-godly stink and start hunting you. The weapons like Mr. Pointy here -" she waved her blade around for emphasis "- are to defend ourselves, so we don't die. Duh."

Once safely across the border, Juliet returned her dagger to its hiding spot inside her boot. "Ee-vah's boomerang is magic. Some weapons are. My ex-gi - uh, I mean, a former friend of mine has lipstick that turns into a sword. I think it was a gift from her mom. Oh yeah, sometimes people's godly parents will give them magic weapons and stuff, but it's not super common apparently. We'll get a weapon for you in the armoury once you're settled in. Or, you could have one specially made for you by the Hephaestus dudes. They're pretty chill, for the most part - and man, you should see the muscles on some of the girls. Makes me drool just thinking about them. Oh yeah, back on track. Hecate kids can enchant stuff for you, to give it a more, uh, normal form, I guess. Or really whatever else you could want to enhance a weapon. Most of them will ask for something in return though, just a heads up. If you want quality spellwork, go to Kat. Kathryn, that is. She'll drive a hard bargain - you know, might have to sell your soul to her for a bit. But the results are worth it. Just... watch yourself around her. She once made me an invisibility potion and it was the coolest - oh, I'm totally talking your ear off. Whatever. It's probably a lot to take in, you know, the coolness of it all. That and the fact that monsters are constantly trying to kill us. I'll shut up and let you come to terms with everything for a bit, kapeesh?"

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? Where am I?”
Ambrose jolted to attention at Oliver's address, straightening up and walking a bit closer to the wounded boy. "Ollie - don't try an' move now. You've been knocked in the head real good, I reckon. Dante here said something about 'blunt force trauma'. Not sure what that means, but it sounded bad." Dante shot Ambrose an irritated look and rolled his eyes. "Right. Yeah, I reckon it's no good. What's important is that you're safe now, mate. Gave me a right scare, you did. But you're hunky-dory now, yeah?" The last part was said more to the Apollo boys than Oliver.

"He'll make a full recovery if he lets us actually treat him," Dante cut in. "Oi! Leave off him, Dants," Ambrose shot back. "He's had a rough enough go of it as is. Ollie -" he turned back to Oliver "- Dante may be a shirty one today, but he's alright. The lot of 'em are. They're not gonna hurt you, if that's what's got your knickers in a twist. We're the good guys here, yeah?" He got a few nods from the Apollo boys. "Oi - Gene, he's sounding a bit parched. Get 'im some water." The guy who was not Dante hurried off to follow the order. "Right. You want some answers, so answers you'll have. You're at Camp Half-Blood, mate. Safe haven for lads like us. Got a magic barrier, we do - keeps monsters like that undead git on the hill out of our hair. I'll find Chiron or Mr. D and have you introduced proper when you're able to stand. They're -" he paused, thinking through exactly how to explain what they did. "They run this place, yeah? Train us to fight so we can exist out there in the world. So we know how to handle ourselves against those nasty ol' monsters."

Eugene returned with the water, leaving it hesitantly on a nearby side table. "That stuff Dante gave you - that's ambrosia, see. Food o' the gods. It'll get you healed up in no time, but don't eat too much at once lest you want to turn yourself to ash. Er - not Ash, the person, the stuff that floats in the air when a fire's burning. Ash's a good bloke though, he's - blimey, he's on the quest now, isn't he. I hope he doesn't take a trip down the Styx. Right - where were we? Ambrosia. Yeah. Dante and company gave you a bitta nectar earlier, when you were zonked out. Don't know if it's advisable to give you ambrosia after, but I'm not the quack here, now am I?" Dante looked vaguely offended at being called a 'quack'. "Right. My apologies. 'Course you know how to do your job, I'm - yeah - I'll stop yakking. It's a lot to take in, ennit? I'll - I'll shut my gob while you process."

"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: Lancaster, PA|Tags: Kayle|

Vivienne stiffly stretched her arms out and placed her hands on the wheel as instructed. Even though she wasn't actually driving, a surge of anxiety sent her stomach fluttering. "I do not have to do anything," she repeated, more to calm her own nerves than anything. "That is - satisfactory." It did make logical sense to put the person who could see behind the wheel, she thought. Though if the car could drive itself, it was a bit of a moot point.

Vivienne wasn't usually one to find silence unnerving - quite the opposite, in fact. Maybe it was just her unfamiliarity with the situation, but the quiet seemed uncomfortably suffocating. She wasn't sure why the desire to break it had he speaking again. She usually hated small talk. Her voice was escaping from her before she could stop it, cold and soft as it was. "I... do not own proper licensing to operate vehicles. Nor the training required." Uncertainty clouded her mind. Why was she telling Kayle this? It was not especially pertinent, seeing as Xaliphax was technically the one driving. So why? Something didn't compute in her brain. Perhaps it is optimal to change the topic of conversation.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, Vivienne's eye twitched. Though she wasn't big into fashion or overly obsessed with her appearance, she liked looking presentable. Which was definitely not the case in that moment, with her sleep-mussed hair and the t-shirt that was a few sizes too big. "Do you possess a hair taming implement?" Her hair was one of the few things she could control, she supposed. It would do well for her to focus on the things she could control in such an alien situation.

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Sat Oct 23, 2021 10:50 pm

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

Auggie caught the look of disapproval at the rough way she’d placed the bowl down, suppressing a look of amusement at his reaction. She hadn’t meant to spill the milk, but it was funny to see the way he fretted over it. The stupid idiom had probably been written about Reese. The crisis of having to shove her way through crowds of hungry campers over with, she finally had a chance to look around the pavilion. Her gaze landed on Orin first, as if a reflex reaction in her brain was making her remain certain he was still there, and then her eyes drifted to the Ares table, jaw clenching at the sight of not one, but two faces she didn’t particularly want to see unless she was driving a fist into them. She didn’t know why Leo and Lucy would be talking to each other, as far as she knew, they weren’t friends, but she didn’t usually concern herself with knowing who got along with who unless it was necessary. Whatever was going on, she was certain that it wasn’t anything good.

She was drawn back from her violent thoughts by a look from Reese, one that was returned with narrowed eyes and a frown. “What are you—“ She paused, glancing down at the plain bagel in front of her. She hadn’t actually thought about getting anything to put on it. She’d been so concerned with getting in and out as quickly as she could that it had completely slipped her mind. There was too much going on and her head felt like it was full of angry bees, she couldn’t be blamed. But she’d be damned if she was going to admit any of that to Reese. “Yes,” she answered simply, ripping off a piece and popping it in her mouth, holding eye contact with him as she did so. If her strange behaviour freaked him out, then maybe it was worth a dry bagel.

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

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

“I think they’d probably consider their options if an army of death comes calling again, but maybe not.” The space around him was filled with unfamiliar faces, he wasn’t in a position to notice anyone missing, but in the brief moments of observation between slamming bronze knuckledusters into living nightmares, everyone had seemed to be getting on okay. Fighting the undead must have been something you got used to living in place like this, though he found himself wondering for the millionth time if any of this was really something he wanted to get used to. “I don’t know if I could say anybody deserved that.” The thought seemed even more insensitive with it being based on true events, but he could see Leo’s reasoning and wasn’t going to condemn him for the opinion. “Karma, I guess. Or maybe divine intervention.”

Unfortunately for Vittorio, he understood exactly what Leo was telling him. He’d seen it before, in old schools and around the town he’d grown up in. When people were afraid of him they left him alone, but the second they started to doubt his power they’d swoop in, going after him like starved animals and stirring up problems he always ended up getting the blame for. He didn’t want that here. “It can’t be that difficult to sink into the background around here,” he huffed, a dull attempt at humour. “Become a stereotype? That’s your advice? Just be what they want to see me as?” It was solid advice, but the half disgusted, half disappointed look on his face betrayed Tori’s feelings about purposely acting like a child of the war god. Being seen as violent and brutish was something he’d spent a good portion of his life running away from, he didn’t like that being the only option for safety.

Most of the following conversation flew right over his head, names he didn’t recognize and suggestions that didn’t make any sense. He wasn’t going to embarrass himself by asking for context. It wasn’t his business, and what they were saying likely wouldn’t make any more sense with it. The girl—who still didn’t seem like much of the monster Leo had suggested she was—seemed to notice him, but didn’t acknowledge him. He would’ve given her the same until something she said struck a nerve. “This is pleasant for you?” he blurted out, confusion painted across his face before he seemed to catch himself. “Er...sorry. Hi, I’m Vittorio.” The rest of the exchange between Leo and Lucy felt like they were speaking in code, and judging by the quick glance his half-brother gave, it wasn’t something he was meant to interpret.

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

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

Aoife broke into a grin when the girl responded to her comment with a wink and what appeared to be a sense of humour remaining intact. “Oh, I like her,” she decided, with an emphatic nod and a glance towards Juliet. “Doesn’t mean you’re safe from me driving you out of your mind when I get the notion though. Quite the opposite actually.” She let Juliet do the explaining, flipping her boomerang out into it’s weapon form to demonstrate when it was brought up, then slapping it onto her wrist again.

“God, please do,” she added when the daughter of Hermes promised to shut up, a glint of amusement in her eyes indicating that she wasn’t serious. She wasn’t a hypocrite, after all. “It’s weird, man. Don’t really think about it much once you get used to it, but having to explain it all...it’s weird. But clearly you’ve dealt with the bad stuff already if skele-boy didn’t faze you. The monsters are the worst of it. Oh…” Her face dropped. “And Mr. D. But you’ll get used to him, too.” She turned back around as the reached the crest of the hill, waving a hand half-heartedly at the snow covered valley below them. “Welcome to hell—I mean, Camp Half-Blood.”

My gallery · by **Deoledath** » Mon Oct 25, 2021 8:26 am

Drew could see where his argument was coming from, though he didn’t know that he necessarily agreed. “I think it’s less to do with the food, and more of the environment… I just don’t know what Olympus smells like so I went with food.” He explained. “I learned in biology before coming here that dogs looked at scent – like wolves, they could mark members of their ‘pack’ with their own scent which is why they’ll try and lick you if they like you, or rub up against you and cuddle you.” It did make sense, at least in his brain. Then again, a lot of things seemed strange in his brain. The next question was an interesting one and he had a puzzled look on his features. “I honestly couldn’t tell you… maybe one of Hecate’s children could shed more light on that?” He suggested. It was all still a little bit of madness to him.

Chuck was a safe bet. He figured he better go find him then and perhaps even get some answers to his questions. He nodded at it before Orin was effectively sending him on his way. At least he had a little more guidance this time, even if he for the life of him couldn’t figure out why he was going to find a satyr to begin with, at least now he had a legitimate question for him. He could have just rolled up with a ‘Hey Chuck, how are you doing, I was sent to talk to you but I haven’t the faintest idea why’… yeah, that would be a classic Drew moment, but also just a little embarrassing. “I’ll take your word for it… haven’t talked to him much.” He offered as he idly scratched behind Luna’s ears again. “I’ll see you around then, Orin.” He offered with a wave as his goodbye before turning to seek out the reliable goatman who would have his answers.

My gallery · by **Kveykva** » Mon Oct 25, 2021 12:57 pm

──────── 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐞 "𝐌𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞" 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩

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ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒

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Apparently, that question didn't have a clear answer. "You think?" she repeated. "How many did you guys leave with? Surely you couldn't have lost anyone on the way, it's been what, two days since the snow started?" If their track record was this poor, she didn't have high hopes that they'd do anything to Khione, much less save the world if it was actually ending. I guess this wouldn't be the first time the fate of the world was in the hands of a bunch of kids. Ten. That was a solid number, and not desiring any further debate on the subject, it was the one Moxie ran with. "I can work with ten." she stated, planting her hand on Teilo's head briefly. "That makes one, I'll do the rest as they get here, and then we'll book it. Clive can run it a second time and if we're short anyone... we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." If they were going to be piloting onto the highway full speed to escape a flock of harpies, it seemed to the daughter of Mars that overcrowding isn't what would get them pulled over.

Just outside, the first of the questers appeared - at least that's who Moxie guessed it to be, considering it was a young boy who was promptly pounced on by a harpy. She cast a side glance to Clive. "Welcome to being a demigod, they don't really care about rules." As much as Moxie would have loved to hop out the passenger door and give the creature a solid taste of Imperial Gold, being dead certainly put a damper on it. "You guys brought a kid on the quest though?!" She asked, the realization hitting her like a freight train. "He's practically begging to get murdered at that age, please for the gods' sakes tell me he's here for a reason." She guessed she'd receive her answer soon enough, as the demigod behind the wheel threw the gearshift into motion and instructed her to hang on. "You're bolder than most I've seen, I'll give you that, Taffy." a pause. "Tell me that's a nickname please, before I start calling you Laffy Taffy."

──────── 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫

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𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠

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"Get off me, you monster!" Kicking was off the table this time around, and if Aiden had to guess, this one had been drawn out by the smell of blood. "Tasty tasty!" The demonic creature cackled, slashing one of its talons towards his face. Aiden pulled one of the travel bags to intercept the blow, its claws rending the canvas and spilling clothes into the snow. It left the harpy baffled momentarily, and Aiden only added to this by pulling a shirt down over its head. Not his wisest move, but at least with its wings restricted, it couldn't fly away. The harpy squawked in irritation and flexed its wings under the fabric, but there was very little room to spread them. "Ha! You aren't going anywhere like that, birdbrain."

"Aiden, get out of the way!"

He turned, and for a split second, the son of Athena was a deer caught in the headlights. Teilo was in the van, and it was coming towards him. Quickly. The harpy had its claws around his ankle, but it seemed so enthralled with its prey that it'd yet to see the vehicle hurtling towards it. He kicked it twice - just enough to throw it off balance now that it couldn't recover easily - and left it to teeter while he rolled out of the way. Aiden tucked his hands over his head and prayed. Athena, please don't let me die here. Friendly fire was not his preferred method of demise, if he had to choose one. He waited. It felt like ages that his ears were filled with screeching tires, but it finally concluded with a sickening crunch. Aiden lifted his head, grateful to see the harpy feathers dissolving into dust. "Dude, that was so cool!" He exclaimed, eyes wide. He greeted Clive with a wave, grabbing one of the bags and stumbling to the open door. "Here - someone help me with these, anyone tangible will do. Jamie's bag won't be the only casualty if we don't get out of here soon."

──────── 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳

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𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠

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His offer was declined, and Cain hardly had time to wave goodbye before Zeke was gone. It was rather unsettling how quickly the children of Hermes could sprint, but Zeke was on an entirely different level from the rest of his siblings. He guessed it wouldn't do any good to worry about it, and made his way to the dining pavilion instead. It was a little more lively than it looked when he first left the Dionysus cabin, but he imagined his conversation with Zeke had taken some time. Not to mention how ravenous some of the campers must be after the attack the day before. Cain snuck his way in, going mostly unnoticed among the crowd as he collected a sampler for himself. The thought crossed his mind to make a sacrifice to the fire, but who would he sacrifice part of his meal to? Not a godly parent, since he didn't have one. If he chose Dionysus, would it just go to Mr. D's plate? Should he choose Apollo, since that was the god he received his power of prophecy from? Or something, Cain didn't exactly recall. In the end, he decided against making any sacrifices from his breakfast and shuffled his way away from the buffet tables. Almost immediately, he spotted Orin. It was enough to set his nerves on edge, between recalling his death and remembering the attack on the camp, and he turned for the immediately adjacent table and took a seat. Unfortunately, it was the Ares table, and Cain had sat himself in the lion's den.

──────── 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐧

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𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟

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Lucy had interrupted a conversation, but she couldn't have cared less what they were talking about before she showed up. They could even continue it if they wanted, so long as it didn't jeopardize her safe space. "This is pleasant for you?" The daughter of Apollo fixed the speaker with an icy look, but the harshness softened as she realized the voice wasn't one she recognized. Her lips turned upwards into a smile. "That's Italian, isn't it?" She offered her hand across the table. "Lucy. Pleasure. And... usually, yes. People don't normally die left and right, or come back from the dead." Lucy folded her arms and leaned on the table, putting on a bit of hospitable charm for the new camper. "And I'm usually a little less... stretched. I try to at least make the newest demigods feel welcome, at least until they can settle in." This year was a little different from the years prior, deaths and attacks aside. She must've missed his arrival.

"If I could record it, I wouldn't be so exhausted, now would I?" She snipped, settling back onto the bench, shoulders slumping. "I could sing it instead of playing it, but at that rate, I'd lose my voice altogether. That wouldn't do good for anybody." It was such a silly question, but she supposed Leo wouldn't know. "We're all working overtime in there. Kathryn has stopped by a few times to help with some of her mother's magic or add to my Motzart pieces, but Felix and Ryan are both working themselves silly. Dante isn't much better, but Nemo did convince him to take a break for the night shift." This wasn't something Lucy had any disconnect from. She cared about her siblings, even between all her twisted whims and shady hands shook. "We lost five of our brothers and sisters already, none of us want to consider losing more."

The bench beside her shifted, and the new weight added to the Ares table was none other than Cain. "Oh, good morning, sweetheart." Lucy greeted him, and the aloof oracle appeared startled. "Oh, is this -" he glanced at the crowd at the head of the table. "This isn't the Apollo table, is it?"
"No honey, this is the Ares table."
"Oh. Sorry."
"No need for that, how is your arm feeling this morning? Is it better?"
Lucy recalled that Cain had been adamant about avoiding the Apollo cabin at all costs, so one of her siblings had patched him up outside. Thankfully, his wound hadn't been deep - a bit of ambrosia wouldn't do any good for the oracle. Cain held his arm up and flexed his fingers. "It's okay. It itches, but otherwise, I think I'm okay."

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𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒

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Once they were out onto the open road, Xaliphax shifted from a steady gait to a full sprint, the speedometer climbing steadily. They were in for a long ride, but exactly how long was left in the hands of the pale horse. "Hey, don't sweat it. That makes two of us." Kayle assured her, though she got the feeling it didn't do much. "It's just to avoid suspicion is all. If the blind one out of the two is in the driver's seat, well, then clearly no one's driving the car. And that's reason enough to get us pulled over." She figured that was common sense, but it seemed that sense was a little less common for this chick than most. "I would've loved to learn to drive - I hate being a passenger all the time." It left Kayle in a weird sort of limbo, she thought. She was a very capable individual, but her lacking sight limited much of what others her age could do normally. "Oh yeah," Kayle nodded as Vivienne changed the subject. "Plenty. I don't know if you can tell, but my hair is a monster and a half. I go through a lot of work to get it under control, but it runs in the family."

Surprisingly, not too much time had passed before Xaliphax's speed decreased to an appropriate level, a clear indicator that they were reaching the last legs of their journey. "I wish I could say I knew every curve and bend in these roads but - I don't." Kayle confessed. "I have no idea where we are, so I hope Xaliphax knows where he's going." Much like the state highways in Morgantown and Lancaster, the streets here were residential at best, but for the most part between the twists and turns, it was either forest or farmland, with the occasional sharp bends adorned with guardrails. It was much of the same for about another twenty minutes until the mustang crept to a halt, unlocking the doors for its passengers.

They were parked just outside the garage of an otherwise unoccupied home, and once Kayle stepped out of the car, she patted Xali's roof. "Atta boy! This is it, no doubt about it. Come on then, let's make it quick." She motioned for the other to follow her as she bounded onto the porch, finding the correct key on her ring, and unlocking the front door. For the first second, Kayle didn't think to turn on any lights, but it was quickly remedied when she remembered having a plus one. "Oh, right." She slapped the switch and whistled. "Biscuit! C'mere, boy! You need to go outside?" Within the depths of the dark house, a dog began barking - it carried a volume equal to what Vivienne had heard from Snowdrop the day before, so Biscuit was likely another large canine. Kayle knelt down in preparation for Biscuit to come and say hello, but strangely, there was no thudding of paws on the ground to spell his arrival. The only hint that Biscuit had entered the room was a happy rattling noise, and Kayle fearlessly scooped him up and turned back to Vivienne. "It looks like they did leave him here, so we'll have to take him back with us." She was not holding a dog. It was a rattlesnake.

Kveykva wrote:
──────── 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧
[✦] | Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Forges | Tags: Caleb
❝ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒❞
Wilhelm shook his head, showing disagreement with the suggestion. " 'ere's gods mightier than K'one, I ain't seein' how she's got th' know-how t' put someone mightier than 'er under 'er thumb." He knew Khione didn't have the Doors down - someone else had to have done that - but he couldn't see why anyone else who actually did possess that level of power would, for lack of a better word, serve under Khione. " 'r maybe I'm readin' too much into it," he admitted. "Them Doors might not even be open. Permanently, I mean. All's too much fer me." Will wasn't a strategic thinker, and he didn't like to dedicate so much of his head to problem-solving. He wasn't good at it and it took a lot of time. He'd much rather follow someone who knew what they were doing before he made up his mind about going another way, because gods knew he wouldn't change it after that.

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Wed Oct 27, 2021 1:03 am

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

i think they're set on winging it the whole way through. it's got them this far,

you got put in a box the moment that little emblem showed above your head,

if you wanna go through the effort of trying to prove that wrong, then you go right on. but it's effort. you never really get out of the cage made for you. even if you think you have, everyone'll just be on the sidelines, waiting to be shown that they were right all along. you can do all you want to show them they're wrong, but they're only gonna look when they're right.

just an idea,

everyone's strung out.

he's the one. the painter,

i think if anyone else shows it's gonna be considered a hostile takeover. last thing you wanna do is convince these guys that they're on the defending side of a coup. mr. d sees this, he's gonna have an aneu-

fit.

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

i don't know. i've been looking at roads, tapped birds and ghosts for the past two days. i've not exactly been taking a register. half of them sound the bleeding same, i can't even discern by voice,

he's fifteen, he's perfectly capable - more capable than most, and if you're done with your moral objections, i don't think this is a situation that calls for it,

youth of today,

i've only ever done that with plastic bottles,

'ang on, i've got it,

d'you know where everyone else is?

need to peg it out of here, is the thing. it's...

s'teilo,

call 'em taffy 'cos the of the river. and 'cos taffy was a welshman and taffy was a thief.

eris,

kingston, he's - moxie said he's a... proxy.

is that - that's different from a demigod, isn't it? i've not heard that one before.

i've 'ad a proxy,

mate could make decisions for us when i wasn't entirely there. in the bonce area.

right

oh. that's - like a representative?

what's a goddess need with a representative?

see, now you're asking the good questions. i'm not just a pretty face, me. i'm very in tune with this kind of thing.

My gallery · by **The Scribe** » Wed Oct 27, 2021 1:35 pm

Samantha "Sam" Semuels

16 ~ Athena (Unclaimed) ~ She/Her ~ Half-Blood Hill ~ Tags: Aoife, Sam

Sam couldn't decide how she felt about Juliet. On one hand, she was cute, but on the other, kind of annoying. She would just have to give it time before she made up her mind. Juliet at least seemed fun. Aoife, however, Sam knew she liked. Even fighting monsters, she seemed to be smiling. It was a nice change of pace.

"So . . . you're saying our parents are gods? My dad is definitely not a god. He kind of sucks . . ." Sam shakes her head, trying to avoid reliving the past. "So I'm not sure I belong here at this . . . camp. But yeah, the skeleton isn't my first rodeo. I've been attacked several times since I ra - uh, since I left home." Sam stepped over the barrier once again and looked over into the valley for the first time. It was beautiful, like something from a Hallmark Christmas movie. It definitely didn't look like hell, and as long as it was safe, she was sure she could find herself happy in this place.

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Thu Oct 28, 2021 7:55 pm

━━━ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

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

“Might doesn’t equal power,” Caleb said, running a finger over the smooth surface of his ring. “This is a goddess we’re talking about, I wouldn’t underestimate her.” He hadn’t had more than brief conversations with Khione, and though he was the only one revealing pertinent information, it wasn’t difficult to see the power she held. She could easily be pulling strings, having other gods wrapped around her finger, but she also seemed quite capable on her own. Capable enough that he didn’t want to risk the repercussions of voicing his thoughts, not to mention the suspicion it would raise if he started talking like he knew more than he should have. “Maybe,” he agreed finally. “There's no point trying to puzzle out things we can’t understand, not with so little information. We’re better off taking things as they come. Just focus on keeping everyone safe for now.” That wasn’t how he usually thought. He didn’t just sit there and let things happen, he didn’t push things from his mind just because it was a difficult mess to figure out. If something didn’t make sense, he made it make sense. But now he was in a delicate position. Maybe, for once, it was better to know less.

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

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

Something in Leo’s words struck him. Not because he found it surprising or because it was anything he hadn’t believed before, but there was something about hearing it out loud, about knowing he wasn’t the only one to experience the confines of a cheap cage, a trap set to keep him falling back into old habits that only proved the points of people who wanted him to be the monster they saw him as. It wasn’t at all comforting. If he wasn’t alone in that experience, that only meant this strange place wasn’t going to be a fresh start for him, only a new chapter of the same book. “They’ve seen what I can do now, that should be enough for them.” Part of him wanted to say screw it, he didn’t have to prove anything to anyone and he didn’t have to act how they wanted him to, but he knew it didn’t work that way. He knew what Leo was saying was true, and that when the next threat came, he didn’t really have as much control over himself as he would’ve liked to pretend.

Vittorio caught the icy glare in response to his question, and for a moment, he thought he understood the warning. Then it was replaced with a warm smile and an extended hand, as if the girl had flipped a switch behind her eyes. Unsettling. “Yeah,” he said, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you, Lucy.” It wasn’t hard to see that the recent events were wearing on everyone, and he supposed that could be an explanation for the initial harsh look, but he wasn’t going to let his guard down so easily. “Well, I’ve had quite the welcome already,” he said, resisting the urge to shoot another glare down the other end of the table.

Somebody else joined them, but he didn’t think much of it until Leo spoke. His eyebrows shot up his forehead as he flashed a look towards Cain, then back at Leo. “Wait, so you weren’t—” He looked to the man sitting next to Lucy, trying to put the pieces together in his mind. He didn’t exactly look like a cave dweller, but in all fairness, he’d never met somebody who lived in a cave. Or made prophetic artwork. His mind was brimming with an abundance of questions, all of which seemed like things his aunt would have scolded him for on the grounds of rudeness, but he was already committing the cardinal sin of staring. “What happened to your arm?” Not the brightest question considering the likeliest cause of the injury was the previous days attack, but he had to say something, and he didn’t want to look like an idiot asking about caves or future-predicting paintings if it turned out Leo was pulling his leg.

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Fri Oct 29, 2021 5:20 am

"Ash - your hand -" it seemed Rochelle had that covered. Where she had come from, Mirabelle could only guess. But she was here now, and that was what mattered. Mirabelle glanced over her shoulder just to make sure Ash had gotten away safely. Good. He's out of harm's way. For now, at least. She fended off a harpy's talon attack, though her limbs were growing heavier by the minute. My stamina is usually great... must be this damned cold. Or sleep deprivation. Or both. The adrenaline pumping through her veins was one of the only things keeping her going. That, and the desperate need to keep her friends from harm.

"Publicity, Meerkat."
Isabelle was providing answers to unspoken questions, but she could barely hear her over the blood rushing in her ears. "What did you call me!?" Mirabelle snarled. She whirled around without even thinking, though managed to stop herself before she could land a blow against her fellow demigod. Instead, she thrusted her xiphos at a harpy coming up behind Isabelle. It exploded into dust almost instantly. "Don't make a habit of it, or that'll be your dust all over the floor." Casting a look around the room, there weren't a lot of the feathered fiends left. Two children of the Big Three could handle them easily. I need to check on everybody and make sure they're okay. She was at loathe to leave the fight to Rochelle and Isabelle, but her priorities were always to her team. And as far as she was concerned, they only slightly counted as teammates. "There aren't many left," she called over the sounds of combat and the blaring fire alarms. "Do you think you two can finish them off? I want to make sure everyone else made it out." She shouldered her backpack, slinging her duffel bag over her body while slashing at a smaller harpy.

Juliet Pratten
|⟡|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Thalia's Pine|Tags: Sam, Aoife|

When Aoife made her little quip, Juliet stuck her tongue out in her general direction. "Yeah, it's a lot, alright. The monsters suck. Sometimes literally, I mean, empousae are basically just weird vampires so -" she'd made her point already, and stopped herself before she could potentially cause any damage. "Yeah. Uh, Mr. D is... well, he's Mr. D. Good for a laugh but man you do not want to piss him off. My friend Ethan from the Hephaestus cabin helped me light his shirt on fire when he was sleeping once, and... yeah. Good thing we got outta there before he could turn us into dolphins." She shrugged, seemingly unphased at the notion of becoming a marine mammal. A small glare was cast Aoife's way when she referred to Camp Half-Blood as "hell", though it was half-hearted at best. "It's not usually 'hell'," she clarified. "Though the amount of jokes I could make about hell freezing over right now are pretty tempting. We've just been having some... um... problems lately, with an evil snow goddess and her evil daughter. It's kind of like Frozen but if Anna had died and Elsa had gone full villain arc. Oh yeah, and undead armies that randomly appear and stuff."

With her piece said, she turned her attention to Sam's voice. She was totally about to say 'ran away', wasn't she? Juliet kept her lips sealed, however - she wasn't one to pry into people's personal issues, unless they affected her. That, and she'd seen runaways turn up at camp before. "Yeah, one of our parents is a god," she emphasised. "Probably your mom if your dad's around, but hey, could be another dad. These are Greek gods we're talking about, after all. They're all a little gay if you ask me, and I happen to be an excellent authority on homosexuality." She winked at both Sam and Aoife in turn, the playful smirk never leaving her face. "Look, Samwise. Truth is, no one feels like they belong here. Not at first. But that'll change when you see how awesome this place really is. Snow actually getting in the border means ice skating! And more importantly, ice hockey! I'm gonna put a few teams together and have us duke it out on the canoe lake later. Lemme know if you guys are game."

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? Where am I?”
Ambrose jolted to attention at Oliver's address, straightening up and walking a bit closer to the wounded boy. "Ollie - don't try an' move now. You've been knocked in the head real good, I reckon. Dante here said something about 'blunt force trauma'. Not sure what that means, but it sounded bad." Dante shot Ambrose an irritated look and rolled his eyes. "Right. Yeah, I reckon it's no good. What's important is that you're safe now, mate. Gave me a right scare, you did. But you're hunky-dory now, yeah?" The last part was said more to the Apollo boys than Oliver.

"He'll make a full recovery if he lets us actually treat him," Dante cut in. "Oi! Leave off him, Dants," Ambrose shot back. "He's had a rough enough go of it as is. Ollie -" he turned back to Oliver "- Dante may be a shirty one today, but he's alright. The lot of 'em are. They're not gonna hurt you, if that's what's got your knickers in a twist. We're the good guys here, yeah?" He got a few nods from the Apollo boys. "Oi - Gene, he's sounding a bit parched. Get 'im some water." The guy who was not Dante hurried off to follow the order. "Right. You want some answers, so answers you'll have. You're at Camp Half-Blood, mate. Safe haven for lads like us. Got a magic barrier, we do - keeps monsters like that undead git on the hill out of our hair. I'll find Chiron or Mr. D and have you introduced proper when you're able to stand. They're -" he paused, thinking through exactly how to explain what they did. "They run this place, yeah? Train us to fight so we can exist out there in the world. So we know how to handle ourselves against those nasty ol' monsters."

Eugene returned with the water, leaving it hesitantly on a nearby side table. "That stuff Dante gave you - that's ambrosia, see. Food o' the gods. It'll get you healed up in no time, but don't eat too much at once lest you want to turn yourself to ash. Er - not Ash, the person, the stuff that floats in the air when a fire's burning. Ash's a good bloke though, he's - blimey, he's on the quest now, isn't he. I hope he doesn't take a trip down the Styx. Right - where were we? Ambrosia. Yeah. Dante and company gave you a bitta nectar earlier, when you were zonked out. Don't know if it's advisable to give you ambrosia after, but I'm not the quack here, now am I?" Dante looked vaguely offended at being called a 'quack'. "Right. My apologies. 'Course you know how to do your job, I'm - yeah - I'll stop yakking. It's a lot to take in, ennit? I'll - I'll shut my gob while you process."

"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.

Chuck Oakes
|❀|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Drew|

Chuck had just finished his third helping of breakfast foods and silverware when his keen satyr hearing detected a mention of his name somewhere within the pavilion. Is someone like, talking about me behind my back? 'Cause like, if so, not cool man, not cool. Focusing in on the conversation revealed that it was just Orin, and he was actually saying some pretty nice things about him. Aw shucks. I would like, thank the dude, but eavesdropping is also not cool. It sounded like someone was looking for him. Hastening a glance in their direction, he recognised Orin talking with a son of Athena - Dave? Dean? Dirk? It was a one-syllable D name, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Like, oh well. I'll just like, go on over and ask the dude, make things like, easier for him.

Orin and the Athena kid whose name Chuck had forgotten parted ways, but not before Chuck caught sight of the German Shepherd padding at his side. Drew! Drew and Luna, like, of course, man. How'd I miss that? That being said, Chuck had been staring at the back of his head, so... with a shrug to himself, he started walking casually in their direction. Like, knowing all the animals' names sure helps in remembering the campers', man. "Like hey, Drew and Luna!" he waved as he got closer. "What's shakin'? I uh, heard you guys might be like, lookin' for me or somethin', you know?"

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

Vivienne silently listened to Kayle talk for a time, mentally running through her words. "That makes logical sense." She hadn't really thought about being pulled over, or what the mortals would think of an obviously blind woman seemingly driving a car. Thinking like that required a functional empathy skill, which Vivienne lacked for the most part. Especially when attempting to figure out the behaviours of strangers. Then Kayle admitted that she would have loved to learn to drive. That admittance made Vivienne think about her own preferences on the subject - would she have wanted to learn if she had been able to? She had different more expedient methods of travel. But it still seemed a useful skill - in the mortal world, at least. "Khione never permitted me to even try at a driving license," she mused softly. "In the past, I assumed it was simply because she was attempting to protect me, in her own bizarre manner. Presently, I see the truth of it. Limiting my knowledge was merely another method of limiting my freedom - another method of keeping me under her control." Her voice grew more bitter as she spoke, curdling into painful resentment. But then the subject changed, and the dark shadow looming over her took flight.

"I should like to borrow a hairbrush, if you do not mind." A simple request, fulfilled with a thank you on Vivienne's part. She managed to get her hair looking relatively nice, though it lacked its usual braid. Instead, it fell in dark chocolatey waves past her shoulders. She returned the brush to Kayle and continued to stare at the landscapes rolling past them for the remainder of the journey.

When Xaliphax rolled to a halt, she barely even blinked. It wasn't until the doors clicked that she jolted out of her head, returned to the present moment. Kayle was already getting out of the car. Vivienne followed suit, with a formal "thank you, Xaliphax" before leaving the mustang to its own devices. Her axe was still laid out in the back seat, she noted with a halt. Perhaps it is best to bring it along, in case of attack. But her powers would surely be more than enough to defend them against any threat that may arise, right?

They stepped through the threshold into the dark house, which was soon alive with light as the switch was haphazardly smacked. Kayle's whistling sound made Vivienne jump. She was already on high alert, given that she was in a strange location and was likely about to meet another canine. The barking that sounded from further in the house did little to ease her nerves. But what graced her eyes was not a slobbering monster - it was a small but incredibly dangerous snake. She couldn't help but feel a bit relieved, even knowing what that particular kind of snake's venom could do. "That is - that is a rattlesnake," Vivienne pointed out somewhat warily. Still better than another dog, but she had read many an encyclopaedia in her youth. "Rattlesnakes possess a potent hemotoxin that causes internal haemorrhaging. If left untreated, a rattlesnake bite can lead to severe medical issues or fatality." There was no scientific explanation as to why it had barked like a dog - Vivienne wasn't aware that snakes possessed the correct vocal cords to produce such a sound. Did Nicholas place the soul of a canine into a serpent's body as some manner of experiment? Is that even how this works? I am so confused.

My gallery · by ***Lovel*** » Fri Oct 29, 2021 10:14 am

『 ☯』 Oliver Howe『 ☯』

Son of Phobos ✵ Cabin 26 ✵ 17 ✵ Demisexual

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Tags: Ambrose, Dante, Apollo NPC's
Location: Apollo cabin

Ambrose seemed pretty relieved Oliver was finally awake and blabbering on like normal. Oliver let out a faint chuckle "If I wasn't so exhausted I'd give you a hug." He hadn't changed since Oliver had last seen him. "Not good you say? When have I ever had luck in my favor. That was always your forte." He thought back on the many gambles Ambrose had won them. Oliver glared at Dante for being snippy at Ambrose even though it wouldn't bring change to the boys attitude. "Good guys?" He repeated looking at the rag tag group of Apollo boys, one of which ran off to get the water which Oliver was thankful for.

"Mr. D was the one that sent me the letter stating for my presence here." A pause of thought "Does this have to do with that Phobos guy my mother spoke of right before you know." He didn't want to say death right after what happened. "To fight monsters? That sounds absolutely incredulous." But as he thought more about it monsters weren't much of a surprise. For Gods sake he was trapped in a building, on that seemed to change with the times, for over 300 years and stayed 17 all the while. "So things like this happen often here?" He looked to Ambrose's hand then the door formulating a few exit plans out of the ridiculous and frightful camp.

Oliver jumped slightly as the one Ambrose called Gene set the full glass of water on the side table. Oliver peered at the boy a hard minute before grabbing the glass and putting it to his lips. The cold water went down like honey making his throat no longer feel like a desert. "Gods?" With that little word his head felt light again and he closed his eyes for a moment. "There's someone named Ash, names get weirder and weirder by the century." He coughed awkwardly as he got caught off topic. "What's a quest?" He asked taking the small cube before shoving it in his pocket trusting Ambrose's words more, plus turning into ash was not on his list of things to do today. This seemed to satisfy Dante enough as he went to change Oliver's bandages. Oliver moved back a bit again but stopped with the glare sent his way from the looming boy above. After he was done Dante left them alone "Can't you just take care of me Ambrosius? Our relationship has to go full circle at some point." He smiled weakly.

『☣』 Rochelle Di Angelo『☣』

Daughter of Hades ☠ Cabin 13 ☠ 16 ☠ Bisexual

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Tags: Mirabelle, Isabelle, Harpies
Location: Wherever the harpies are

Rochelle moved closer to the other two girls now that most of the harpies by her had poofed away. As she did get close she wanted to move away again as she felt the irritation radiating off of Mirabelle. "Izzy, don't pick fights with Mira when we've got actual enemies to fight. " Rochelle was ready to swing her bat in the way of Mira's weapon that seemed to be heading toward Isabelle's head but skidded to a halt as Mira changed course ever so slightly going for the harpy instead. "Careful sugar before I have to explain how Isabelle got hurt to the others." It wasn't a threat or warning just a statement to make the normally perfect blonde think twice.

"We'll make it happen captain." Rochelle said in response to her exiting. She didn't blame Mira for wanting to check on the others, they may have been dealing with more issues outside, maybe some more metal birds came to to avenge their fallen companions of last night. "Ready to dust these overgrown bats water lily?" Rochelle looked to Isabelle a moment for dusting another harpy that came too close to porcupine for comfort.

Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

Re: get a load of this trainwreck

Standing with their backs to the wall

i don’t even know what i’m doing here

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raising hell forever, still millenniums go by

every time we kick up dust they call us thugs

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mr. blue sky, please tell us why (but muppets)

Born of cold and winter air

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