Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Unconscious in Team 2's Territory|Team 1|Tags: Open|

Mirabelle was back home again - the large yet not overly opulent house on the shores of Lake Placid, isolated but not lonely. Dread knotted her stomach. She'd had this dream many times over, just not from this vantage point. A ten-year-old dressed in dark clothes and combat boots chatted with a freckled, curly-haired boy, less lanky than he was now. They were an odd pair, the girl with her blonde hair streaked with bright pink and died black at the tips, and the boy with his oversized baggy pants and limping gait. Both pleasantly oblivious of the dark things to come in just a few moments. Mirabelle watched helplessly as her younger self and her close friend trotted up the stairs to the beautiful wooden door. She forced her eyes shut, not wanting to see what came next.
What surprised her was the sudden lack of sound around her. Even the ambient noises had ceased. Perplexed, she furrowed her brow as her eyes fluttered open.
The most beautiful woman she had ever seen graced her field of vision. She was clad in a flowing white dress that framed her figure perfectly. Her immaculate hair tumbled down in stunning curls, framing a flawless face with high cheekbones and a genuine smile. She was gorgeous without makeup, fashionable without trying, and effortlessly graceful.
"M-mom?"
Aphrodite's smile broadened, her ever-changing eyes meeting Mirabelle's own. There was a certain sadness to them that just made them seem even more beautiful. She nodded, cupping her daughter's face in her elegant hand.
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
Aphrodite stroked Mirabelle's cheek, an action she would have normally shied from. Mirabelle had never been great with physical contact; she had a tendency to either tense up awkwardly or flinch away even at the slightest touch. But something about her mother's radiant energy put her completely at ease. She leaned into the soft touch, allowing herself to relax just this once.
"I'm here to guide you where you need to go," the goddess spoke gently.
Mirabelle's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Where do I -" The dreamscape suddenly shifted, and the ground was covered in snow. Swirling clouds clashed in the grey sky. Aphrodite's hand dropped from her face to her own hand, interlacing her fingers.
"There is something I need to show you," the goddess spoke. "Something you must remember."


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Forest|Team 2|Tags: Aggy, Team 1 NPCs, Open|

"Yeah, wild is the right word for it, alright!" Juliet exclaimed, though her usually relaxed tone was breathy with fear. "So, uh, remember that decoy snowman I made? Turns out it's less of a decoy and more of a 'monster-trying-to-kill-us'-oy." She had to raise her voice to be heard above the howling winds, but she didn't care at the moment. "Some of those battle-crazed Ares guys are trying to take that thing on! If you wanna go get yourself killed with them, that's your choice - but I'm gonna put as much distance between evil Olaf and I as I can. Maybe even try to find Chiron; get this whole thing put on ice for the time being." Even in such a serious situation, she couldn't help throwing in a bit of humour to cut the mood. "I love Capture the Flag as much as those meatheads over there -" she pointed to the silhouetted group of Ares campers attacking the animate snowman "- but no one's gonna win this game if this crazy storm and monster attacks keep up!"

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Aiden, Jamie, Teilo|

"Uh - like, sorry!" Chuck bleated out, quickly lowering the reed pipes back to his belt. Man, you really messed up this time, he mentally chastised himself. Thankfully, Aiden and Teilo seemed to have it handled. A strange mixture of useless and terrified filled his chest. Rather than join combat, the satyr slid under one of the folding tables and hid.
He watched in awe as Aiden and Teilo dispatched the blizzard ventus together, even using his botched attempt at helping to their advantage. Chuck breathed a sigh of relief, quickly checking to make sure the storm spirit was really gone before scurrying out from under the table. He stood, dusting off his cargo pants. "Like, teamwork makes the dream work," he joked. "Like, your teamwork - uh, not mine." A sheepish smile spread across his face, and he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.


|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Flying Over the Woods at Camp Half-Blood|Tags: Ayden (mentioned), Open|

Vivienne and Khione were steadily whipping the cold winds into quite the deadly storm. Through the clouds, the daughter of the snow goddess could see that Ayden had calmed the smaller vortex of cold weather he had created. Tsk. Young demigods. No control over their powers. She had once been like that herself, but that didn't stop her from having judgmental thoughts. With any luck, the blizzard venti were on the attack. She knew from experience that they could provide quite a challenge to kill - after all, she'd trained against them quite regularly under Khione's instruction.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Zeus’ fist|tags:Orin|Team 2
“I don’t,” She replied. “And actually I was thinking about when they’re fighting and they slap each other with their necks like tall, lanky idiots. But now I am. Congratulations, you will be a rave giraffe in my mind now and forever. You really have won.” She said sarcastically with a deadpan expression. “Please don’t. If that story had gone any longer then I would’ve disintegrated myself into snow and floated away.”

She listened to his response, carefully considering what he was saying. She hated to admit it, but he was right. Looking for the others now was just going to put everyone in more danger, and they were in no shape to fight anything else after the match they’d just had with the storm spirit. She looked up at the sound of the horn, signifying that the game was over. She should have been relieved, but the sound only confirmed her fears that the rest of their campmates were dealing with similar problems. Auggie turned her attention back to Orin and nodded in agreement, slightly surprised at the Zeus counsellor’s logical, calculated words. She was good in a fight and could lead the way in a battle, but she’d never been good at taking charge in situations like this...or at thinking things through instead of running headfirst into things she wasn’t ready for. She was a little surprised to find that Orin was, and it seemed like he was surprised as well.

She rolled her eyes as he gave yet another pretentious quote, although it was quite relevant. “Do you ever run out of those?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. She couldn’t argue now, the adrenaline was starting to wear off and although she tried not to show it, she knew if she didn’t start walking she might collapse on the ground and never get up again, so she started off in the direction of the hunting horn, squinting against the blustering snowstorm that obscured the forest ahead.

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | Medical Tent | Tags: Chuck, Teilo
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

Aiden felt an unnatural cold beneath him, the spirit's airy body cushioning his fall, but not before leaving a layer of frost on his shield. He offered a thankful prayer to Iris for the weapon he'd been given, and with a final swipe from Teilo's choice weapon, the venti dissolved; absorbed into the depths of the Stygian Iron scythe. The boy lay on top of his shield, resting in the rising snow until he caught his breath. "Well," he breathed, spitting a few snowflakes from his mouth. "That... that went better than expected." He raised a thumbs up into the air. "Thanks Chuck, we're alright!" The gratitude was genuine, even while gasped through panting breaths. After a moment, the Athena head counselor rolled to his feet, brushing snow off his coat and offering Teilo a tired smile. "It stabs well enough, even as a paintbrush. I hope Jamie can figure out how to transform it, though." He stuffed it into his jacket pocket and shouldered the shield, intending to wear it over his back for now.

Aiden nodded in response to the other's suggestion, adrenaline beginning to wear off, slowly but surely. "Agreed." The sound of Chiron's hunting horn bellowed just barely above the snarling winds flurrying around them, signaling the end of the game. "and that means Jamie found Chiron." he breathed a sigh of relief. "We don't know how many more storm spirits could be hiding out in this storm, and now that the game's over, everyone's sure to start making their way towards camp and the medical tent. Who knows how many of them have already had an encounter with these dreaded things." Given the current state of things, a search and rescue would be organized soon. Aiden didn't know if any campers could wait that long. "Teilo." he addressed the other sharply, looking up to meet his eyes. "We can talk about the details of your claiming later, but right now, I need to know; what are you capable of as a child of Thanatos?" He paused, realizing he ought to dive into specifics. "This storm is only getting worse. You and I both know this weather can easily kill someone if they're trapped, so is there any way for you to find people? Like, sense people close to death? He didn't really know the right questions to ask, that much was clear.

Aiden knocked on the side of his head, growing frustrated with himself. "I know how I sound, but I've never met another child of Thanatos and have literally no idea what your powers could entail, but at the very least you have a weapon and some skill to defend yourself with. Which means we've got to go see if we can find anyone else in this blizzard and get them to safety." He turned back to the depths of the forest. "Better yet, I'd like to know what's causing this blasted snowstorm."

[KestrelTheFirecat]

valkeri tags aiden, telo, and chuck

val dashes into the tent and says "guys the storm is getting worse she huffs. and spots somthing out of the corner of her eye. a golden figure.

Apollo tags the people ijn the medical tent

the sun god smiles and says "hello guys" the sun god falshes a dsshing smiles. Apollo looks alomonst like he is twenty. He is wearing a Dark blue shirt, dark jeans, and a golden parka. he nods at his daughter.

roxanne tags shadow
roxanne looks around and says to shadow "girl its gettingv worse" she watches the snow swirl in front of her.

laurel tags open

laurel trudges through the snow and then hears a whimper. she looks around and spots a fluffy Burmese mountian dog. she walks to it gently and says "hello, girl" she pets the dog and says "we should be getting back" she starts to run to the big house or shelter.

cresolis tags maribelle

the daughter of athena spots the lead councelr of the aphrodite cabin laying in the snow not moving. she runs to maribelle and lookks overd her fa ce witch is blue. szhe picks maribelle up andx starts towards the medical tent

[Galeslash7]

Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: The Forest (Team 2 area), Tags: Open, Mentions: Gwendolyn, Hecate NPCs

Skylar had heard one of the older counselor girls on their team she didn't know as well ask Skylar about her powers. She smiled mischeviously. "That is exactly what I will do." She instructed a few of her siblings to go out and started to get some good traps set up. She was with several of her other half-siblings in the frosty forest creating a rather impressive Mistform trick. It was pretty good, if she did say so herself.

That's when suddenly everyone disappeared around her. They seemed to fade away in a flurry of snow. She tried to reach out and grab them, but found she couldn't move. Then she started to get cold. Very cold. In a state of panic, Skylar tried to get some more warming spells on herself. Nothing worked. She was frozen to the ground and her hands started to turn blue. It got colder and colder until she fell to her knees.

Then the scene around her changed in a flurry. Skylar saw the same memory that has been plaguing her for weeks in dreams. Then memory of that Capture the Flag when Skylar was only 11 and a second-timer at Camp Half-Blood. She saw the blizzard whip up as an older girl started yelling. Skylar relived the helplessness and the sting of the cold. Then she heard the words she could never forget: "You'll pay for what you have done! All of you!" She hasn't known what that meant for a while and didn't know what she had done wrong. She relived trying to get close to what was happening, unable to stop or be in control of her own body. Skylar was trapped in these dreams. Then as her dream-self got closer, Skylar tried to close her eyes so she couldn't see what happened next. But it was too late. 11 year old Skylar looked straight at the cause of the storm and was hit by a very strong wind, blasting her and several others against the wall.

Then everything went black and light again. She was in the forest, but her siblings were not there. Faintly, she heard Chiron blow the signal for Capture the Flag to end. She sighed and leaned against the nearest tree, feeling very cold. She didn't have the energy to rewarm herself and didn't know if she even could, with what had happened in the dream. Skylar slumped against the snow and say shivering, hoping for someone to come to her aid.

[sammy,]

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
med tent - forest
thanatos
mentioned: aiden, chuck,
apollo, valkeri, skylar
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the danger somewhat subverted, teilo managed to smile at chuck, giving him a half-hearted thumbs up. "you're alright, mate." he said. "had to make it more difficult for us, right? if it was too easy a win, it wouldn't have been nearly as impressive." with that, he stood, brushed himself off, caught his breath.

chiron's horn resonated. the sound itself was not dreadful, but the tenor hummed in his chest, making the dread blossom in its own way. he wasn't even sure if it was dread - perhaps the comedown from adrenaline, or the shudder of his restarted heart. "there could be dozens," he grumbled to himself, thoughts coming in their forkloads, barrelling down the hill of his dry throat. his name was spoken and he, inadvertently, flinched, turning to look at aiden with concern written across his face.

so he had been claimed. that was good. perhaps not so good was the fact that he was expected to do something about it now. "i don't - i don't know," he stammered, stumbling over the words. "i got claimed ten minutes ago. i don't think he gave me a booklet. he just sort of - 'hi, i'm your dad by the way, me, grim reaper, horseman of the apocalypse, the thing at the end of the tunnel' - he didn't - oh, nora." teilo rubbed his face, thinking hard.
the question of finding people who were close to death made his brow knit together. at first thought, it was a certain no. people died all the time - he didn't necessarily feel it, but then he thought of when aiden fell into the lake and he'd known that he hadn't perished of shock immediately, and the awareness that one final blow to the venti would scatter it, and he supposed that there was a sense. "it's not honed. i don't -" he sighed. "i'm sorry."

"if it helps, i'm sort of in the deep end as well," he muttered, glancing over at the forest. a girl he didn't know stumbled in, spoke of the storm. "yeah. gathered that. cheers," he said a little too abrasively. as he did so, he heard shouts from across - something about the mess hall. there were people returning to camp. that was alright. "it's massive out there. i don't know where we'd -"

the god came into his periphery, and as he did, a very quick, short realisation. a memory of words spoken by the astrally projected harbinger of the end of days in his little brain. the only olympian he had come into contact with in the flesh had been dionysus, and that had been limited at very best. "hi," he said, running thoughts round his head. "i - uh, could you... all respects, sir. things are a bit chaotic here, though, and i've just thought of something." he stammered, stepping back from the scene and taking a glance at the frost-tipped trees.

"i have an idea. i don't know if it'll work." he said lowly to aiden. there was not much more explanation to be had - if it worked, he would explain later. if it didn't, then it was dust in the wind.
"hello?" he shouted. "you set me up with my dad. showed me the flag. could you help? we think there are people in danger, and i don't think you want them to die. could you show us?"
a pregnant and awful pause as teilo searched his surroundings for an answer. he probably looked idiotic - it wasn't often one asked the trees for help, he imagined, but his focus was not on the trees. his focus was on the girl who drifted behind them, sinking into his vision. this time, when he saw her, he didn't feel fear. realising that aiden was not privy to the vision, he waved his arm in the direction of the spirit. "this way. come on."
through the snow-stained wind, shrouded in the distance, a girl slumped in the snow

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
zeus' fist
zeus(t1) - counselor
mentioned: auggie, med tent
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orin swung the arm that wasn't linked with augusta's. "damn," he muttered. "you've mudded me there. no coming back from that, is there?" a gust of wind bit at his face, sending aching pain through his ears. he should have wrapped up warmer, but there wasn't much to suggest this was going to happen. he had packed for a warm summer - not a brutal, sudden wintery force. for a moment, orin considered dipping into the lost and found for a hoodie, but brushed the thought away. he would make do. the skin on his arms was raised and prickled with goosebumps, ribs tensed to prevent ceaseless shivering. he had learned, a long time ago, that it was a waste of energy - something counterintuitive in such dire scenarios.

it seemed, as they walked, that they were getting closer to the camp. he could see the big house in the distance, outside the boundary of the woods, and that was good. "if you wanna just neck some ambrosia and conk out to bed, i won't blame you," he said, aware that the extra work of setup was a strain in and of itself. "i can manage, i think." their trudging was not through a passive landscape. it felt as though nature, though manipulated by things out of the realm of orin's imagination, was at its root a predatory thing. it should have meant something, their lack of preparation. he should have been ready for the worst, and he hadn't been. it nearly ended up dire.

"i've got 'em in a little rolodex in the back of my head. pull 'em out when they're necessary." he said. the edges of his breath were tinged with a whistling wheeze - he was a bit more tired than he let on. still, onward they walked. "we should've been ready for this." he said it to no-one in particular, but there was a seriousness in his tone, something bereft. "the day was always gonna come. camp's under fire. whoever's done this, they're gonna freeze us out. i think they think they've already won." he shuddered at the thought.

a beautiful sight then - people. around the med tent, milling about, looking frightened. orin perked up a moment. "get everyone safe!" he shouted, not looking for a response. "gonna set up the mess hall with ambrosia! keep together!" after his shout, a spluttered cough - his voice became quieter. "nearly there. are you feeling alright?"

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Valkeri tags medicine tent

Valkeri walks to her father and says “hey dad” she grins and gives him a quick hug. She pulls back and says “why are you here?” She blinks.

Apollo tags medical tent

The sun god smiles and says “hello my daughter” he takes the quick hug and says “I’m here to warn you” he fixes his golden eyes on teilo. He nods curtly and says “Khione and Vininne are almost here” he smiles slightly and says “they are on their way here now I can feel it” he smiles ad sunny bounds up into his arms. He holds the little fox in his arms and says quietly to the little sun fox “hello, little one” sunny yips and snuggles into his chest.

Laurel tags Juliet and Diana

Lu keeps running and says “come on girl” she smiles and says “i can’t be calling you girl all the time, so is it ok if I call you Diana?” The dog yips and wags her shaggy tail. Lu smiles and crashes into a smaller girl.

Cresolis tags maribelle

Cresolis walks int the medical tent and sets the freezing maribelle on the cot and starts to looks for a washcloth. She finds one and dunks it into warm water and holds the warm, damp cloth to the forehead of maribelle

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Unconscious in hte Medical Tent|Team 1|Tags: N/A|

Aphrodite led Mirabelle away from the scene that had played out so many times before in her mind. Her childhood home became smaller and smaller, almost like a camera zooming out. All the while, the climate flickered between quiet, peaceful spring to harsh, bitter snowstorm. When she realised that they must've been flying - or floating, or something akin to it - Mirabelle made the mistake of looking down. Her heart nearly stopped as panic rose in her chest, threatening to choke her. If she was squeezing her mother's hand too hard, the goddess didn't seem to notice. She did, however, note the rapid, sudden fear that had clouded the air around her daughter's form.
"It's okay; do not be afraid," she spoke deliberately and soothingly.
Mirabelle felt the charmspeak go into immediate effect. Her entire body relaxed, and her mind became clear once more. She flashed Aphrodite a grateful look, though she still didn't entirely trust herself to speak.
"Now, if I had it my way, we would be chatting over tea as of right now," Aphrodite explained as they soared over the lake. But unfortunately, we don't have time for that. You're going to die if you don't wake up soon, and that would be terribly inconvenient."
If not for the strong charmspeak, Mirabelle may have felt trepidation at her mother's words. Instead, she surveyed the landscape before her - a dizzying undulation of mountains in springtime.
"The Adirondacks," she stated, tilting her head in confusion. "But why did you -" The pleasant spring weather suddenly flashed to brutal winter. Storms raged at the peaks of the mountains, some of which even looked to be alive. Mirabelle was just about to ask another question when a familiar peak caught her eye. It was the one from her dream; the blizzard-battered summit she'd seen only this past night as she slumbered. The climate flickered back to spring like a great beast battling for control of the seasons. It was then that recognition sparked within her; fueling a small fire of memory. "Mount Marcy," she breathed. The laughter of a much younger Mirabelle rang in her ears, or perhaps her mind - she wasn't entirely certain which. She couldn't tell whether she was physically seeing things, or if it was just memory made manifest, but she saw herself climbing the lower slopes of the mountain, breathless father in tow. They had hiked part of the mountain together quite a few times, usually in pursuit of one of her dad's famous attempts to 'keep himself in shape'. Despite his rather comely physique, he had lagged behind on such hikes, whereas Mirabelle had been full of inexplicable energy. She knew that now to be her natural demigod hardiness. Such happy memories brought a stab of pain deep into her chest. She turned from the scene, squeezing her eyes shut in hopes of willing away the once blissful memories, now tinged with the darkened hues of sadness and regret. She was aware of a subtle touch on her left shoulder, but ignored it for the time being.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Forest|Team 2|Tags: Aggy, Team 1 NPCs, Open|

"Yeah, wild is the right word for it, alright!" Juliet exclaimed, though her usually relaxed tone was breathy with fear. "So, uh, remember that decoy snowman I made? Turns out it's less of a decoy and more of a 'monster-trying-to-kill-us'-oy." She had to raise her voice to be heard above the howling winds, but she didn't care at the moment. "Some of those battle-crazed Ares guys are trying to take that thing on! If you wanna go get yourself killed with them, that's your choice - but I'm gonna put as much distance between evil Olaf and I as I can. Maybe even try to find Chiron; get this whole thing put on ice for the time being." Even in such a serious situation, she couldn't help throwing in a bit of humour to cut the mood. "I love Capture the Flag as much as those meatheads over there -" she pointed to the silhouetted group of Ares campers attacking the animate snowman "- but no one's gonna win this game if this crazy storm and monster attacks keep up!"

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Aiden, Orin, Auggie, Cres, Val, Mira, Teilo|

Chuck listened to Aiden and Teilo's conversation, eerily silent for once. His brain was still processing everything that had just happened, practically spinning with thoughts and memories. He was brought back to the present by a yell from outside. He recognised the voice of Orin, head counselor of the Zeus cabin. In his frazzled state, he completely disregarded Apollo and Valkeri's reunion. The satyr immediately scrambled into action, trying his best to organise the mess he'd made in his frantic search for weapons. It looked like a first aid kit had thrown up all over the tent.
His search was interrupted as another figure entered the tent, carrying a frozen camper.
His heart dropped out of his chest when he saw who it was.
No. No, no no no no!
Not Mira. Not his oldest and dearest friend here at camp; his confidante, his closest friend.
He found himself selfishly wishing that it had been anyone but her.
A mixture of shock, disbelief, and utter helplessness warred in his chest. His wide green eyes blurred with tears as he rushed over to her side.
"Cresolis! Man," he exclaimed, his voice trembling. "What happened!?"
Gods. She was so pale, with blue lips and stiff, unmoving limbs. It almost looked like she'd been frozen solid.
"Uh - right. Nectar first, talk later." Chuck frantically searched the medical supplies with renewed urgency. He found a few squares of ambrosia, but he doubted Mira would even be able to chew the stuff in her condition. He pushed aside a package of bandages, but there was no nectar there either. RIGHT! The water cooler. Chuck scrambled over to the water cooler - or rather, water heater now, scanning the area desperately. He nearly cried out in relief when he spotted the thermos of nectar sitting nearby. He grabbed the nectar and one of the paper cups from the water cooler and ran back to Mirabelle's side.


|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Flying Over the Woods at Camp Half-Blood|Tags: N/A|

Even having spent the past five years away from Camp Half-Blood, Vivienne remembered what the blast of a hunting horn meant in terms of Capture the Flag. They're retreating. A smile tugged at her thin lips; a cruel motion devoid of any warmth whatsoever. We have achieved victory. For now. She knew they would only regroup and come back to fight harder, but in her eyes, Vivienne's army had won.
The constant use of her abilities was steadily draining her energy, and she knew she would have to head back to the mountaintop she called home soon. Khione had already assured her that the snow would continue to fall, and that she and the niphoi - or snow venti, as they were often called - would continue to sew havoc among the demigods.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Zeus’ fist|tags:Orin|Team 2
“Right, because I’m going to go do that while our camp is under attack.” She replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes again. “Do you honestly think I’m that shallow?” She said it in a challenging way, almost rhetorical, but she really did wonder about the answer. She wasn’t sure what the people around her really thought of her, she was usually too busy trying to intimidate them to find out. She wanted people to be afraid of her—it made her feel safer to shut everyone out—but she also didn’t want them to think she was mean and selfish, as much of a contradiction as that was.

“Besides, you look like you’re about to pass out on the ground right here. I’m not going to be held responsible for a dead giraffe.” She could tell Orin was trying not to show how exhausted he really was, but she couldn’t blame him. After all, she was doing the exact same thing. Her breathing was still a little shaky, her whole body felt weak and she still felt a little light headed after the exertion of her powers. But she couldn’t give in to the exhaustion yet, they still had things to do.

She didn’t say anything in response to his next words, but considered them in her head. They should’ve been ready for this. Camp was supposed to be the one safe place for demigods. With all the threats and crazy things that happened around them, you’d think they’d be prepared for anything, but they weren’t, and now they all had to pay the price. “They haven’t won yet,” She said finally, her voice was quiet but full of resolve. Her eyes widened slightly when the crowd around the med tent came into view. Were they just grouping up here? Or were all of these people hurt? She shuddered, partially from the thought of how many injured campers there could be lost in this snowstorm, and partially from the biting wind that seemed to cut right through her.

She unlinked her arm from Orin’s as they got closer to the tent, pulling away slightly. Despite their truce, her newfound respect for him, and the fact that they were both unsteady on their feet, she still didn’t want to be seen walking arm in arm with anyone. “I’m fine,” She lied quickly, though her dizziness wasn’t getting any better. She looked over when he coughed, face creased with concern. “Are you?”

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Forest|tags:Ophelia, Izzy|Team 1
Jamie watched as the centaur bounded off into the woods. Chiron had directed him to stay where he was and direct any campers who came out of the woods, tell them where to go and help those who were injured get to the Big House. Jamie was perfectly fine with staying out of the way of danger. He’d only had a brief run in with the storm spirit, but feeling the still bleeding gash on his cheek where it had cut him, he knew he didn’t want to face one again. When he looked up above the tree line he saw a glowing orb of light. It was difficult to see through the raging snowstorm, and it flickered in and out of existence, but it was definitely there. His campmates were still in these woods. Everyone else had run off to help and he was standing here like a coward.

He hesitated briefly—his surge of courage wasn’t that strong—maybe it would be better to stay here. But he’d already run away once today, he couldn’t do that again. Aiden still had his only weapon, so he grabbed a large tree branch that had fallen in the storm, still covered in pine needles, and set off into the woods again. He didn’t realize he’d walked in the exact opposite direction from the orb of light, but soon noticed he was back where he had been at the start of the game.

“Ophelia!” He called, making out the figure on the opposite side of the clearing. “The game’s been called off we need to get back to camp!” His eyes drifted to another shape in the clearing as he walked closer, still wielding his branch. “Is that Hank’s dog?” He turned his gaze back to Ophelia, who appeared to be pretty shaken up. “Hey,” He dropped the branch, forgetting about having any need for a weapon, and lightly touched her shoulder. “Are you okay? Teilo’s alive. He’s fine.” He added, realizing she couldn’t have found that out yet and was probably still worrying.

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Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Forest | tags: Team 1: Jamie | Mentions: Teilo

"So she wasn't lying. That's fun," Ophelia said in a near whisper, her voice completely devoid of emotion. Still, she cracked a wry smile.
The dog seemed to have sensed that the game was over, and stopped trying to get her attention to instead bound off through the snowdrifts, as if she hadn't just broken their mutual enemyship for a moment. "Was," She said, turning back to Jamie and the hand on her shoulder. She eyes landed upon the branch he'd been holding and she burst into giggles, still a little hysterical over the game's events. "You...were going to protect us...with a... stick" She made out between laughs. I can't stop laughing, why can't I stop laughing? She wondered, guffawing away.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks, so cold that they burned her skin. But she finally managed to cut herself off. "Thanks," She said softly, a genuine smile returning to her face. She looked away, staring into a glittering snowdrift, as the embarrassment of her actions caught up with her. At least the blush would be harder to make out on her olive skin.

Alex Burns|17|He/him| Aphrodite/Cabin 10| Location: Forest| Tags: Team 1, communications, Niji, Karter| mentions: open

"Do we put him in front so he doesn't fall off?" Alex asked, not paying attention to how this might hurt Karter's feelings. Now that he had a mount, Alex was much more excited for capture the flag, even in the snow. Riding with two others wouldn't be the best look, but it was better than looking like a lame duck trying to fumble through a snowdrift. He hugged tighter to Niji as Quicksilver shifted underneath them both. It was probably not his brightest idea to get on the giant beast, but it would be worth it for the look's on his sister's faces!

Meanwhile, on team 2...

Henry "Hank" Walker|17| He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Medic tent |tags: Team 2, Aydan, medic tent (Chuck, Apollo, Valkeri, Mira, Cres, etc..) | mentions:

Thank the gods! Hank thought to himself, letting his small sun fade when he caught the sound of a hunting horn. He turned to Aydan. "The game's been called!" He said, but his voice faltered at Aydan's state, now quite limp. Crap, I zoned out, he mused, adjusting Aydan till he was carrying him, bridal style.

"Don't you worry now, I'll get you there, Ice Princess!" He said, a grin still managing to cross his face at the nickname. Though the dude was injured, it was just exhaustion, no bruise or bleeding to worry about. At least for now. With that, Hank hightailed it to the medic tent, unaware of the chaos that awaited him.

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Hank finally reached the medical tent, breathless after his romp through the snow. The kid's still out, the thought worried him, sobering up his normally jovial manner.
"Aydan knocked himself out trying to calm the storm. " Hank said, bursting through the flap to a rather full medical tent. "Ice powers" He added, by way of explaination as he laid Aydan on a cot. He glanced around, finally noticing somwthing odd.

Who are you? He thought, trying not to overty eye the man who didn't look camp-aged, wrinkling his brow in confusion. "Hi, I'm Hank, I don't believe we've met?" He said with a polite smile, reaching out a hand for Apollo's.

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Forest | tags: Team 2, Chaos team, Juliet, open | Mentions: Ares NPCs

Aggy was, to put it lightly, very confused. But she didn't want to die before she'd worked it out, and followed Juliet's lead. "I'm sticking with you!" She said, working double time on her stubby legs to cut through the snowdrifts.

The blast of a hunting horn cut into her thoughts. "Is that, the uh, Centaur dude?" She asked, grunting her way through the heavy snow.

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