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age: seventeenxxgender: femalexxcamp years: fivexxgod: poseidonxxlocation: near dining pavilion xxtags: hank, skylarThe two had continued talking, but Kenna allowed herself to tune out for a brief moment, having focused on the spell Skylar was silently summoning. It truly was fascinating stuff. Her lips did not move, but the glow was there. Oddly enough, it didn't physically touch Kenna- if it could even do that- but she still noticed the chilly feeling in her bones had begun to disappear. It felt like she was standing in front of a fire, really. It was over within seconds and Kenna offered her a small smile to give her thanks, stepping back so Skylar could have her own personal space. She rubbed her hands together once, then shoved them into the pockets of her jean jacket. Skylar's face had visibly paled when she looked back up, undoubtedly due to what she had informed her.
"Brilliant," Kenna drawled, her accent thickening with the sarcasm. Despite it, though, she truly was a bit concerned. She had begun to suspect that Skylar most likely did know something more, whether that was simply a comment made by someone or further information with the said prophecy, but decided not to press, even though she knew it was going to bug her like no tomorrow. Kenna had suspected Khione was one hundred percent behind this, and after Hank had touched- without verbally saying anything- on Vivienne, she came to the conclusion that the two of them was what was happening.
Her gaze flickered over to Hank, who was inspecting the ground. He hadn't said a word, and Kenna was iffy on asking if this was because he hadn't received any notable visions or dreams, or if it was because he was hesitant to reveal anything. Again, though, as much as Kenna wanted to investigate, she knew it wasn't any of her business. And besides, things seemed rather hush-hush at the moment, she doubted she'd be able to solve this within a few hours. So, she drew a breath. "I suppose in the meantime we can just carry on," she decided, glancing at Hank once more, then Skylar. "Mr. D and Chiron will speak more about it later. It's obviously something important, but going about our day will hopefully release some of the tension. We probably shouldn't be getting the newcomers into a fit, either. They don't need to know anything quite yet."
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age: sixteenxxgender: femalexxcamp years: onexxgoddess: aphroditexxlocation: aphrodite's cabinxxtags: mirabelle, opheliaPippa couldn't help but notice how limp her handshake had seemed in comparison to Mirabelle's, which was strong and confident. She supposed her confidence would build over time, as well as her strength, seeing how multiple people had been carrying weapons on them. That still made her feel uneasy, but the rather trepidatious looks Mirabelle and Ophelia shared made Pippa believe that whatever that was, it was the reason they trained with weapons. Her big blue eyes snapped from one girl to the other, so confused that she was sure if possible, there would be question marks dazzling in her irises. Based on their postures, the stiffness they carried in their upper back and shoulders, Pippa began to assume they didn't have a huge idea in terms of what was happening with the abnormal change in weather, but they definitely knew more than Pip herself did.
Had she come at a bad time?
She supposed she didn't really have much of a choice, Aphrodite claimed her when she did, but it still made the pit of her stomach twist ever-so-slightly. She wasn't extremely familiar with the name Khione, either, despite having put two-and-two together to determine that was a Goddess. A Goddess that had to do with snow, clearly. It was strange that that wasn't a popular Goddess name, and although this was a far-fetched idea, Pippa wondered if her lack of status in comparison to some of the others either had something to do with this, or it was because of things like this that pulled her back. Pippa couldn't know for sure. But she did know she couldn't give Mirabelle the answer she most likely wanted when she inquired about any unusual dreams. Truth be told, Pippa could barely remember her dreams.
Things just seemed to get more suspicious. Mirabelle seemed to have fallen off the face of Earth for a second, for she had quite literally flinched when Ophelia neared her. Pippa stood alone, looking rather helpless. She didn't want to get involved in whatever business the two had, and certainly didn't want to make anything worse. She still offered a smile when Mira turned back to address her, and decided to do her best to ignore the ghostly look that lingered in the counselor's eye.
"I haven't," she answered. "To both things. No weird dreams, sorry. If you didn't mind even just showing me where the, what did you call it? Dining Pavilion? I'd like that a lot."
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age: eighteenxxgender: malexxcamp years: sixxxgoddess: nemesis (legacy of hecate)xxlocation: dining pavilion ─ fieldsxxtags: augustaSamuel hadn't really responded to Roxanne. He wasn't exactly sure if she was mumbling to herself, or to him, but he wasn't going to encourage more of her rude comments. What did it take to get some personal space around here? An empty cabin, more or less, he decided a moment later, for his dark eyes had settled on the empty Nemesis table. He took a seat, blandly picking at his food. Though hungry before, he was rather put back by both the comments of Roxanne and Hunter, and the weather had thrown him off guard. The name Vivienne swirled through his head. They hadn't seen her for years. Was she back to make her mark? Or was he simply jumping ahead to conclusions? He supposed his superstitions played a part in that.
He leaned back in his chair, turning his palm upward. He closed his fingers into a fist, then released, watching as a nearly transparent ball of energy floated about two inches from his palm. It squiggled ever-so-slightly, as if it was an illusion. He closed his palm again, and when he reopened for the second time, the ball had transformed into a small bear-like figure. Samuel watched with boredom as it raced around his hand, roaring up onto two legs before vanishing completely. He inhaled sharply, ate what he could of his meal, then departed from the Dining Pavilion. The chatter was atrocious and he was feeling rather fatigued.
He set off aimlessly once more, hands in his pockets, breath now visible. A flash of dark hair caught his attention, and Samuel glanced upward, getting a better view of the figure. A relieved breath escaped his lips. Auggie, one of the few people Samuel actually liked, was wandering by herself, sword secured across her person. She didn't seem like she was waiting for anyone, so why not at least say hello? Once he was close to her, he allowed an, "Auggie!" slip from his lips to catch her attention.
