Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **takara** » Fri Oct 29, 2021 4:29 pm

Reese tried to hold back the look of morbid disbelief, he truly did, Afterall he had been raised better than that. "I will... have to remember that," He said, finally tearing his eyes off hers. He placed them firmly on his bowl. He delivered a spoon to his mouth and swallowed, battling with a cough as the chill itched his throat. God, it might be too cold for cereal. Or he might have considered his injury before taking his food. Clearly, it was just too cold out. He winced, well aware that his expression was anything but grateful. Lifting his napkin to his mouth, he cursed softly around a half-formed cough. Auggie's eyes were upon him, needle pricks in his skin that whispered 'I see, I see, I see,'. Life had been easier before he had had a sister. Probably. He could not remember a time without her, not without the blur of time. And his grandparents, while good, came from a different time. His world had been neat, everything in its place. If I had kept that life, Camp would have killed me by now.

Putting aside his napkin, Reese went at his food with a renewed gusto. He had to, and if Auggie had anything to say of it, so be it.

My gallery · by **Soup5** » Fri Oct 29, 2021 5:03 pm

XXXHeshen Bi'an/asexual/m/14/cabin 11/Phobos (unclaimed)/tag: Satchi

Heshen totally ignores the concept of time as each hour slipped away easily without warning; everyone else should be awake by now, but dreams always feel like a short period of peace for the boy. No one was calling him, so he decided to seize this opportunity to get his best rest. Sunlight penetrated through the pane and glazed over the young boy, giving him a burning kiss on his youth face. He furrowed his brows -adjusted himself to the opposite position- then burrowed himself slightly deeper into his sheets. A deep growl rumbled from his dry throat. For a young boy going through so much when the time was still dark, he still smiled sweetly in his current comfy nest.

When mounds of clouds pass by the sun and slowly loom over every building, that is when Heshen first opened his eyes on the first day in this camp. This is also the first time, Heshen slept peacefully of his own will without hearing bare footsteps stomping full of hostility towards him. He quickly pushes himself against the polished wood; it is always nice to feel something strong consoling him. He wonders about his mother's current situation; she must be lonely right now. Heshen is more concerned about her living by herself. No one is willing to stand up for herself, except her son. What about his father? Where did he disappear off? His hands grabbed his long hair close to him while he frowned at the thought, then a big yawn snapped him back to the current reality. Heshen released his grip then his fingers ran through his bed head.

He remembered his first arrival in this strange place, he was afraid to move without someone directing him and his nervous side had his fingers knotted into each other. But on the contrary, now he is not the center of everyone's attention. He is happy to be treated the same way as other campers.

He looks at the unattended brush on the table and borrows it. He continued the rest of his morning routine: putting on his old clothes and finishing tidying up everything in his room. Heshen steps outside; now with light, he can get a better view around this place. He gave himself a moment to study the exterior of the building before spotting a girl looking older than him sitting by herself outside. He planted himself next to her.

Trying to catch her attention, he poked her several times then waved his palm at her. He waited for the right time then began his introduction. “Ah, hello! My name is Heshen, and I am from cabin eleven. I just moved here yesterday and need a tour around this place. Can you help me, please?~” He showed his puppy eyes and smiled sweetly at the older sister. “There are so many older sisters and brothers around that I know it is going to be a fun experience!”

He looks in the direction where other older kids are mingling at then looks back at her. He wondered why big sis just sat here and did not join with other older kids. Heshen reminded himself about his current objective -to find someone who could show him around this place- and she was the first person he saw. He decided to hold out a hand for her. "Where should we start, Big Sister?” The Innocence in his eyes flickered a small flame of curiosity and wonders about this new place. There are so many questions on his mind, but he decided to take his time exploring his place for now.

My gallery · by **tawneypelt0504** » Fri Oct 29, 2021 6:36 pm

"Well I'm glad I exceeded your expectations" Cass responded with a small chuckle finding the girl's apparent shock amusing. "Oh I'm sure you could which is exactly why you will not be getting one" Cass replied with a snort. She hadn't known the punk teen for very long but Cass knew giving this girl large weapons would not be a good idea. Cass shuddered at the thought of the punk teen chasing other campers with an ax. " Don't worry most of the weapons we have can turn into other items" Cass responded while leading the way to the armory "Can't have mortals freaking out about a bunch of teens with swords and stuff". As Cass walked she couldn't help but be amused at the teen's excitement. Although the girl seemed to have a massive attitude Cass couldn't help but be reminded slightly of a puppy. An excitable murderous puppy. Cass chose to keep this comparison to herself not wanting to have to fight a child before her morning coffee. As they neared the armory Cass turned to the girl before asking "So what's your favorite scary movie". Cass assumed that since the teen knew the Shining then hopefully she would like other horror movies too.

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Sat Oct 30, 2021 5:29 am

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

Mirabelle's temper flared again at Rochelle's address, though she managed to keep herself from reacting aggressively this time. "Don't call me sugar." Keep it under control, Mira - you're not thinking straight today, especially with all this adrenaline pumping through your system. With a short, steadying breath, she simply nodded at Rochelle and turned to leave. Ankáthi had already been returned to its hairbrush sheath on her belt - now that she wasn't in the full heat of battle, it was important to have a hand free. Rhódon remained in her right hand, gleaming gold under the artificial lighting. Right. Find the others, then get out.

As she jogged closer to where she'd left the others, she could make out a distinctive mop of red hair. "Aggy!" she rushed towards the younger demigod, giving her a quick once-over with her eyes. "Are you okay?" Mirabelle's face was a mask of concern. "No obvious injuries - we can take a closer look once we get to the van. Follow me - I'll get you out." She took Aggy by the hand and began to lead her towards the exit.

Between the adrenaline pounding in her veins, the blaring of the fire alarm, and her own fuzzy thinking, she didn't even see Karter and Jamie until she nearly crashed into one of them. She diverted her path at the last second, skidding to a halt like something out of a cartoon. "Sorry Jamie," she wheezed. "Didn't - see you." Karter was looking very confused, she noted. It's like he doesn't know how to get out. Maybe he didn't, if he had shadow-travelled inside. "Karter - Jamie - exit's this way." She pointed in the general direction of the lobby with her xiphos. "Follow me. We're - getting out of here. Did Ash -" she had to bury her face in her arm as a short bout of coughing overtook her. Ugh. Damn it. "Did Ash make it out - or?"

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."

"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'll be collecting on that hug later," Ambrose decided. "You said it, you owe it to me now. Call it an I-O-U." His smile broadened into a mischievous grin at Oliver's next words, his mind wandering back to the time they'd spent together. "I was a flukey little lad, yeah? Still am. Though I've got one piece of advice for you, mate. Don't go gambling with children of Tyche. Literal goddess o' luck. They'll have your dosh faster than you can say 'balderdash'." His face faltered ever so slightly as the mood changed. But the mood tended to change whenever Mr. D was brought up.

"Mr. D? Big man himself? Oi, that's a right honour, that is. Fancy him getting off his arse long enough to write you." A faint whiff of grapes could be caught on the air. Ambrose thought it might be best to change the subject. Thankfully, Oliver was already chugging steadily along in that direction. "Phobos? You don't mean - oh, that makes so much sense now." A small, breathy laugh escaped him. "Ollie, mate. Phobos is the god of fear. Well, one of 'em. Always get him mixed up with his brother, I do. God of fear, god of dread and terror, same thing basically. Right - I'm yakkin' again, aren't I? Yeah." He shut up long enough to hear Oliver's next words.

"Yeah, we fight monsters. Beasties. Big an' uglies. Whatever you call 'em, we fight 'em. You say it's incredulous, mate - we just fought a skeleton clad in armour. You're tellin' me you can rationalise that and not the fact that there are others out there? Maybe that undead bastard knocked you about a wee bit too hard." He paused, tilting his head in thought. "To answer your question, no. Well... not exactly. Nasty buggers have been popping 'round a lot more since this blasted snow started up. It's been brass monkeys outside since the solstice, or thereabouts." Ambrose shrugged, attempting to look braver than he actually felt. It wasn't working all that well.

"Gods?" The one-word question gave him a much needed distraction. "Yeah, mate. Gods. We're all children of the Greek ones, here. I'm guessin' your daddy is Phobos, given that you mentioned the bloke. Didn't know he had any kids. I'm - my dad's Hades, if I haven't made that obvious by all the quips about meetin' him. You know, god of death and the Underworld, yeah yeah. It's all big and grand." A hint of bitterness snuck into his voice at the mention of Hades. The mention of Ash sent a modicum of relief through him - better to talk about something lighter. "Ash, yeah! He's a good bloke. Can never remember my name proper, though. I think he should get that looked at. Memory problems can be a sign of early dementia. Read that somewhere, no idea what it means. Right - on topic. Yeah, he's out on a quest. Quests are when demigods get a prophecy from the Oracle or whatnot and go off to fight monsters, collect magic items, or save the world. Or all three, if you're unlucky. Hard lines, mate. Right. Point is, it's much safer in here than it is out there. We've got this magic barrier thingy to protect us, see. Golden Fleece and all that. Out there, you've got nothing save your training, your powers, and whatever weapons you happen to have. Unless you're me, then you've got charmingly good looks to add to your arsenal." He flashed Oliver another grin.

"Can't you just take care of me Ambrosius?"
"You wha - I - er -" A rush of heat flooded Ambrose's cheeks. He desperately hoped Oliver couldn't see him blush, between his dark complexion and the wool trilby casting shadows across his face. "I'm - I'm no good with this medical bollux, Ollie. You know that." Dante had left, looking almost pleased to leave them to their own devices. Prick. "I can - I'll stay here with you, if that's what you mean. Make sure no dodgy characters come through." He returned Oliver's smile, though there was a certain sadness deep in his gaze. "Family's got to look out for one another, eh?"

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

Liv shot a half-hearted glare in the older girl's direction. "Just for that, I'm taking an axe out of spite." The explanation about her sword wasn't really an explanation, but Liv figured she could just figure it out later. It had to be some sort of magic, right? Wasn't that what this whole place was about? Weirdo teens with magic powers?

"You're asking me to pick a favourite?" Liv huffed. "That's like asking Ted Bundy to pick a favourite murder victim." Dark humour, but humour nonetheless. "I mean, the Shining is definitely up there, and Friday the 13th is pretty great. The first two are the best, of course. All kinda goes to crap from there. Slashers are my favourite genre, I guess, if I had to pick." She shrugged, doing her best to seem nonchalant about it. It was a difficult task, seeing as she had found someone who was evidently not boring or stupid. Despite her best efforts, the giddiness leaked out. A hint of a smile here, a bounce in her step there. It was nice to know she wasn't totally alone in her interests.

"So what's your name, anyways?" she eventually asked. "And don't tell me it's one of those stupid millennial names like Cortlyn or a horrible misspelling of Journey. Or Treed, but I think that's a boy's name. You'd have to be completely nuts to think naming your kid the past tense of tree is a good idea. I didn't even think 'tree' had a past tense!" She paused, realising she had yet to give her own name. "I'm Liv, by the way. Just Liv. No stupid nicknames allowed."

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 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 **indigo'** » Sat Oct 30, 2021 6:12 pm

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

If there’d been any humour left in her, Auggie might’ve been tempted to laugh. She’d be kicking herself if Reese started bringing her dry bagels on a regular basis, but he was probably too out of it to even remember anything she said, and the look of sheer horror on his face made the lie worth it. Besides, it wasn’t actually that bad. She could’ve made a worse decision than bread with nothing on it.

The dining pavilion seemed to be packed to the brim with campers, and it was only growing more full with each passing minute. It was setting her on edge, being around so many people, and she couldn’t ignore the thought of how easy it would be for the one person she didn’t want to see to just slip in through the crowd and catch her off guard. In all fairness, there were quite a few people she didn’t want to see, but she could handle an altercation she could punch or argue her way out of, she wasn’t sure that she could handle Stella.

Auggie hadn’t been paying that much attention to Reese, but when he stifled a cough and her gaze turned to him again, he seemed tense and uncomfortable. He usually was, and she was fairly certain her presence had something to do with it. Good. It was better that she set people on edge than have them get too comfortable around her. She had to believe that because the alternative was pointless. “I’m going to…” she gestured vaguely as she stood up. “I don’t know.” She was as much saving him from her company as she was relieving herself from the confines of the room. “Kill a tree or something,” she muttered. That wasn't what she was really going to do, she didn’t think she had it in her to scare another dryad, but the excuse sounded better than the truth. She wasn’t going to admit that she was running away again. “If you need help getting back to the cabin...ask someone who—” That was a little harsh. “One of these idiots,” she corrected. It wasn’t an exceedingly pleasant comment, but it was slightly less hurtful. To Reese, at least. With that, she was gone, setting off towards the exit and taking her half-eaten, horrifically plain bagel with her.

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

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

Juliet didn’t seem pleased with Aoife’s “hell” comment, but she returned the sour look with another smile. “Of course not, I’m only joking,” she clarified. She had a tendency to say things in a way that were not interpreted how she'd intended them. She didn’t want to give the new girl the wrong impression. “Most of the time it’s great. You’ve just gotta overlook some of...you know, this,” she said, kicking at the snow. She nodded along enthusiastically to Juliet’s explanation. “Exactly like that. Which is a lot cooler if you ask me. Maybe Disney should be taking notes.” Her eyes lit up. “Or we could write the sequel. Do you think we could get the rights for that? Blondie, you can be Mountain Man. New girl can be the reindeer and...I’ll be the snowman.” She nodded, a smug look on her face as if she’d just proposed the greatest idea to ever be proposed. “The world’s not ready for this one.”

The conversation shifted to godly parents and Aoife nodded quickly in agreement. “Yeah, I’ve got two mums. Technically only the god one is my real one and the one back home is a step-mum, but…” She shrugged. “It’s possible.” She grinned in response to Juliet, rolling her eyes playfully before turning her attention back to Sam, raising an eyebrow at the word she seemed to purposefully avoid. “If it makes you feel any better, at least half the people here have run away,” she said, voice a little more serious than it had been. “But the walking larceny case is right." She nodded to Juliet. “You’ll get used to it. You’re one of us now.”

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

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

The room had devolved into chaos so quickly, Jamie barely had a chance to process what was going on. Luckily, it meant getting Karter and Aggy up didn’t require much explaining on his part, it was pretty obvious that things were going horribly wrong—as they tended to do. Karter was up in an instant, but he didn’t seem to know where to go. Jamie had been about to direct him when he caught something suddenly flying towards him out of the corner of his eye. He whirled to face the threat, flinching back before he realized it wasn’t a flesh-eating harpy, but Mira, dragging Aggy along behind her. “It’s fine,” he stammered breathlessly, not hesitating to follow her towards the door, glancing back briefly to check that Karter was with them.

“I don’t know.” He frowned as Mira’s voice collapsed into a bout of coughing. They hadn’t really left camp that long ago, it wasn’t good that she was already sick, especially considering the lack of time to rest and heal she’d be getting over the next little while. And knowing Mira, she’d likely push herself harder than she needed to. But it wasn’t the time to be making comments on self-care habits, getting everyone out of the inn alive was the top priority at the moment. “He went after you guys to help. I don’t know if he…” His eyes landed on a head of lavender hair near the doors. “There. He’s there.”

My gallery · by **sweet.peaches~** » Sun Oct 31, 2021 3:11 pm

「 ʀᴏʙʏɴ ᴀᴅᴀᴍs 」

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17 | she/her | aphrodite | location: cabin 10 porch | tags: ophelia

"different?" she accidentally let out a little giggle. "yeah, uhm haha, you're right. i dunno what i was expecting." i mean it's obvious it's different all around. in people's faces, in their conversations, in the buildings (insert awkward glance at the big house ruins).. especially the weather, oh for goodness sake - of course the weather!! robyn couldn't help but sympathize with her. must be tough with mira gone. i've only been here for about a day, but for her.. well, i guess the snow only recently started but still. must be draining-er for her. er, there's a better word for it. uhm,, exhausting-er? okay, something that is an actual word... i give up.

she smiled at the quick addition. "nono, don't worry - i knew that!" at least i think so. admittedly, it was a bit of a nice feeling to know that she was wanted. maybe people did act like they really wanted her company or something, but it felt fake. it still felt a little fake, but not as much - especially when robyn couldn't help but feel so alone and long for others most of the time. was it weird? aha, yeah definitely. "are-are you sure?" she asked. of course she's sure, why else would she offer to show you?? "i-uh-yeah, that-that'd be great actually!! if you could, uhm."

robyn gave her an understanding smile. "yeah. shouldn't lose the little hope i had in this camp yet," she awkwardly chuckled, "it's served me well so far.." are you sure about that? a voice in her head challenged her. "uhm. somewhat served me well. haha." the daughter of aphrodite reached out her hand and hesitated for one moment. you will freeze your ass here and regret it if you stay here, she reminded herself. robyn gently grabbed her hand. she slightly grinned, though perhaps it was because of the new warmth from ophelia, or maybe it was just her half-sister making her feel better. probably a mix of the two. "let's go."

My gallery · by **demolition lovers** » Mon Nov 01, 2021 2:56 pm

Beck Light
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♡21|he/him| Aphrodite|archery targets|open

Beck wasn't really sure what else he could do to help the camp. Hephaestus kids were working hard, Ares kids were training, Athena's were already planning strategies, and he kinda felt like an idiot pretty boy. He'd spent a lot more time on his archery, which was fun. Fun wouldn't be the term when he was actively trying to keep himself and others alive, but for now it was a good distraction. The targets were quiet at this time, and the forest was calm and embracing. Plus he really liked flirting with the Dryads. Maggie liked the attention she got from the Satyrs, and lounging on the ground, occasionally expressing her displeasure at being "neglected." His dad had done some research and found a couple books by demigods on tactics and what worked best for protection, he'd sent those and would hopefully arrive soon. In some ways, he was just angry. Angry at waiting around for an attack, for more kids to die, for whatever the hell was coming next. He let the nextarrow fly, hitting the target dead center.

Winona
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☾18|she/her| Hecate|Dining Pavilion|Jane Daughtry

Winona had finally stopped brooding and started researching. Camp needed protection, and she could do that, whether through brewing potions, or casting spells. Shed been praying a lot to the gods and goddesses, not just her mother. Too much blood and life had been spilled already. She'd headed down to the border of camp after eating, Jareth wrapped around her shoulders, snoozing as usual. She had studied some new protection wards, and was hoping to add a couple of them to the boundaries. She closed her eyes, outstretching her palm, letting the magic crackle like electricity through her body. Her fingertips tingled, and she let the warmth gather, then flow out, feeling the spell discharge around her. Winona opened her eyes, grinning. Cool. Different spells made her feel differently, but she loved the lightening feeling ones. Her wards were becoming stronger, and she was actually really regretting not putting more effort into defensive magic sooner. If wards worked over boundaries, maybe she could figure out a way to add protective charms to trinkets. She pushed her hair behind her ears, hands on her hips. "Not bad, huh buddy?" she smiled, scratching the possum's chin.

My gallery · by **Kveykva** » Thu Nov 04, 2021 10:59 am

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[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ Van | Tags: Teilo, Clive, Moxie

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𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠

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Aiden didn't wait around to see who ended up offering their assistance, instead gathering the son of Iris' scattered belongings out of the slush. He'd have to break it to the poor kid at some point. At the question, Aiden shook his head. "All I know is that they're still inside," he replied, dumping an armful of clothing into the van before returning for the last uncarried bag. "Mira's getting everyone evacuated, I went back for everyone's stuff. I pulled the fire alarm to try and expedite it, but there's a lot of harpies -" Aiden slipped when his ankle gave out, grasping at Teilo's jacket to avoid tumbling into the pavement. "Shoot," he winced, struggling to stand back up. "One of them got me really good, I can't put any weight on it. Just - help me to the van, I've got some medical supplies in my bag. I'll be fine." It was bleeding more now than it was before, and he guessed the scent of blood is what put the second harpy on his tail.

As he limped to the van, Aiden felt something tousle his hair - briefly - but it wasn't Teilo. He shuddered and messed a hand through his hair, shaking the feeling off. "Proxy? Who said - who's Moxie?" he asked, face contorting in confusion. "Actually - no. Later. We'll figure that out later. If Kingston is a proxy for Eris, it's both bad news and explains a lot. But we can worry about him and her once we aren't getting attacked by harpies - I don't want to be mincemeat any more than you do."

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𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠

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"He's the one. The painter," Cain looked up from his meal, a distracted glaze clearing from his eyes after a moment. "I'm -" a few different words dashed through his brain before he picked one. "- flattered." It surprised Cain to hear they'd been talking about him, and while he felt a rush of pride, it quickly deflated. It only fell further at Leo's slip of the tongue. He resisted the urge to scratch at his arm. "I can go if I need to..." Lucy shut him down on that front. "You don't have to go anywhere, I doubt Mr. D is going to have any complaints about you being around the campers. Where would you even go?" Cain thought for a second. "I could probably sit on the floor -" "You are not sitting on the floor!" He flinched a little at the daughter of Apollo's tone, but he soon realized she meant no harm by it. Cain supposed maybe he did have a bit more value than sitting on the floor. Reluctantly, he went back to poking his potatoes with his fork. Lucy stood up from the bench, seeming to take heed of the warning about crowding the Ares table and staging a coup. "I should probably get back, I'm sure they're missing me by now. Don't get into any trouble - we don't need any more bodies in that cabin."

When Lucy departed from the dining pavilion, Cain returned to his fugue, apparently only interested in his eggs and sausages. He looked up when addressed, but it did take him a couple of seconds to register it. He glanced at his sleeve before rolling it up, exposing the gauze wrapped around his forearm. "I got - bit, in the attack. One of the venti," he said. Without the guard of his sleeve to protect it, the bite on his arm started burning from the cold, so he quickly pulled the cloth back over it, scratching for a moment before reminding himself to stop. "I'm okay, mostly. I just don't - like dead things." That was an understatement.

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Thu Nov 04, 2021 1:21 pm

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

are you alright?

talking to me now, is it?

not gunning for another swing, are you?

i spoke to felix,

he's worried.

what'd he have to say?

i asked him how long he'd known,

and now i feel like an idiot.

yeah, he's a habit of making people feel like that,

no, no. no, i feel like an idiot because he knew for years, and you knew for years, and you never... you never even thought to say anything. not even once. did it - i mean -

is this... what's happening here? is this some kind of... are you angry at me for dying?

surely you should be taking this up with the people who kind of sped the process along. maybe go to lucy and ask why she made all of that tripe up. maybe go to leo and ask why he found my face so prime for the occasional bash.

leave him alone,

why should i?

i'm sorry, is there something going on here? leo defence squad, or something? are you... i can pop down to the iris cabin, see if they've got anyone spare to make some wedding invites -

stop it,

fine. alright. okay. that's good. i don't - i don't even know why you came here. your brother's already had a gun pointed at my jaw, and i don't really fancy going over the whole shebang again, so if you're trying to...

i just wanna slip back into normality a bit. just want to forget about it. have a little pretend everything's fine and dandy.

yeah? how did pretending work out for you last time?

i'm sorry, say that again?

turn back

u-turn imminent

you pretended and you pretended and you died and half of us - the ones who weren't worthy enough of the truth, apparently - had to sit around and wonder what the hell had happened,

and - and... and i don't even want to entertain the idea that what was said was true, but what if it was? how would we have known? if you could hide something that huge, for that long, then... i mean, if it had been malevolent, how would we have known?

right, well, consider this: felix knew i was gonna die,

before i did. didn't tell muggins here, so - so him lying, is that the same? would you say he's capable of colluding with some english ponce because he didn't have the guts to tell me i was gonna pop my clogs?

no. no, no, you don't think that. but why? why let all'a that get in your head? tell you what, she was looking for something to hold over me, and she didn't find it, so she made it up. fair dues. and what she did do was worse. somehow, she managed to prove to me that i was completely justified in hiding it from you, because you couldn't say a word to defend me. sitting there like a lemon while i'm being dragged off to the gallows.

it wasn't - orin, you can't pin this on -

no, you're gonna let me finish, 'cause i had a very long time to consider it, and i will never tell you about it. is that what you wanna hear? i died and you just stood there making it about how you felt about it. you lot, you need me to lie about it, because the moment things go a bit skewed, you start fretting. i can't risk stepping out of the box you've put me in because i can't trust half of you not to act challenged the moment i stop acting to fit your image of what i'm supposed to be.

if you don't trust any of us, why don't you leave, then?

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

alright. good. that's -

here, get your...

there y'go. quick march.

moxie's dead,

well, if we're gonna be waiting for those lot to hurry up, i think a bit of storytelling might do the trick.

i dunno about that. i think being mincemeat'd be a bit less complex.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ⊕
x──────i ii vulcan vicus iii sixteen. iiii tags: n/a. ivi taxi.

can you pull over here? just a minute,

you like your sports?

so. what brought you to america, then?

a plane,

ha-ha,

i mean, why'd you come here?

oh, is that what you meant? god, i can be so dense sometimes,

so stupid. sorry. yeah, my brother died,

jesus. what?

yeah, it was really awkward timing, actually. see, we all came here, everything's lovely, and then me and my ma got news that my nan had died. so we pop back for the funeral, and then it turns out that he's gone as well. really knows how to pick his moments,

sorry. are you... i mean, do you need... christ,

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Thu Nov 04, 2021 4:34 pm

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

Auggie hadn’t spotted that jarringly familiar face yet, which seemed like a good sign, but it was only a matter of time. Even if Stella didn’t know her way around camp, didn’t know all of Auggie’s usual hiding places, she’d find her way to the crowded pavilion eventually, and Auggie didn’t want to be there when she did. If she could just get away for a little while, gather her thoughts and then—“Jesus Christ.”
“Nope, just me,” said the dark haired girl who had somehow appeared behind her.

For a moment, Auggie was frozen, held in a gaze she never thought she’d see again save for yellowed photos shoved in the bottom of a drawer. Then she shook herself out of it, the cold expression falling back into place like the snap of a rubber band. “I’m not doing this,” she said, making to step past the girl. Stella reached out to grab her arm, but at a warning glance from Auggie, seemed to think better of it.
“You can’t ignore me forever, Augusta.”
“Don’t,” she snapped, but the venom was quickly gone. Her steely expression remained, but it was evident her stoic conviction was ebbing away.
“Auggie…” A pleading look was given and she cracked, turning towards the entrance with a quick glance back over her shoulder.
“Are you coming?”

Standing just outside, barely out of reach of the eyes that seemed to be making her skin crawl, Auggie finally looked at her, at long last facing the person who had been haunting her since before her arrival at camp. Stella should’ve been furious, she had every right to be. She had every right to yell at Auggie, to rip her apart, to scream at her for everything she’d done, everything she’d put her through. But she didn’t. To Auggie’s surprise, she just smiled. “You’re still wearing that stupid hoodie.” Auggie glanced down, having forgotten what she was wearing, and immediately cringed, letting out a short gasp of laughter. “No, I’m not...I didn’t...all my other ones got…” She rubbed a hand across her face, shaking her head. It didn't seem like the time to explain the fates her other, less embarrassing hoodies had suffered. “Whatever. Piss off.” She grinned, looking up to meet Stella's gaze and feeling something break in her. After everything, after all the time that had passed, she was standing in front of her again, teasing her like nothing had changed. And somehow, despite all of it, she didn't hate her.

But things had changed, a lot of things, and as wonderful as it would’ve been to ignore the previous five years, she couldn’t. It wouldn't be fair to either of them. “I’m really sorry. For everything. For leaving...for the...all of it. I’m sorry.” It wasn't a word she was used to saying, but for once it came easily, as if it had been waiting on the tip of her tongue. Stella just stared at her, looking like she was trying to decipher a hidden message on her face. “Are you? I mean, I’m not trying to invalidate your apology or anything but…” She looked around and shrugged. “Is this what you wanted? Do you really regret leaving?” Her gaze settled briefly on something over Auggie’s shoulder.
“No,” she admitted. “I don't regret it, but I am sorry. I was trying to protect you. I know I never really said that...but I was twelve. I was an idiot.” She paused. “And I was scared.”
“I know. I didn’t at first. I thought I’d done something for a while, but I figured it out eventually.” She smiled. “I missed you.”
“You're supposed to hate me,” Auggie scoffed, but she barely had a chance to roll her eyes before she was pulled into a tight hug. She stiffened for a moment, then returned the embrace, biting back the sting of tears in her throat.

Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

all the stories you will leave

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pull down the mountain, drag your cities to the sea

closing the door, you leave the world behind

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if you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers

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