Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[Kveykva]

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

Then things started to complicate. Teilo looked about as lost as Aiden about his own abilities, which was common, as far as demigods went. Aiden's only frame of reference would be children of Hades, but Thanatos and Hades were different gods in their own right. Of course, there were other nether gods: Hecate, Hypno, Nyx, Charon (not to be confused with Chiron) as examples. Teilo admitted to having such an ability, but no proficiency in it. Aiden winced as he realized how much pressure he dumped onto Teilo all at once. "It's okay, it was... it was wrong of me to ask something like that of you so quickly." He scratched the back of his head. Then, without warning, a less-than-familiar figure strode out from the bowels of the medical tent. "Apollo?!" Aiden didn't bother masking his shock.

"Yeah uh, thanks for the warning before we were all attacked by blizzard venti." The child of Athena murmured under his breath. As expected, more campers flooded from the woods, summoned by the bellowed cry of Chiron's hunting horn. The medical tent began to get crowded, and with any luck, Apollo would stay to lend a hand to the rest of his kids running the tent. He watched Teilo greet the god about as well as anyone does their first time meeting one, but he snapped to attention when the other camper sputtered something to Aiden. "An idea? What is it?" Aiden didn't get his answer, though the doubt plaguing Teilo's tone confirmed his statement that the plan was a shot in the dark at best. Normally, a demigod calling to the trees for aid wasn't that strange; he'd seen children of Demeter do it before, and satyrs did stuff like that all the time. But Teilo wasn't either of those; Aiden gave the teen a quizzical look as a result. "I'm a little lost, but you have my support nonetheless." Soon after, Teilo waved for Aiden to follow, and the child of Athena did so implicitly.

The biting winds clouded Aiden's vision making him squint and shield his eyes. Teilo walked just ahead with enough purpose in his step that the boy didn't doubt his ability, but he couldn't help but wonder just how he knew where to go. Before he could pipe up to ask, he saw it. "Skylar! He briefly glanced to Teilo before plowing through the snow, stumbling to a halt beside the Hecate head counselor. She was cold to the touch but still conscious. Aiden stripped off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, squeezing his arms around her. "Are you okay? Can you walk?" He spoke calmly, unsure of how aware she was of her surroundings.

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【✦】| Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | Final Witness Mortuary ➡ Harper's | Tags: Open
❝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑❞

"Well," The man stepped into the office, closing the door with a sweep of his hand. He held a thin clipboard stacked with papers, flipping through its pages as he moved behind the desk. On the opposite side, a man sat in a stiff-backed wing chair, fiddling nervously with his hands. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it's coronary artery disease." The man, who looked to be in his seventies, met the eyes of the doctor. "Can I get a second opinion?" Nicholas set the clipboard down and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sir, I am your second opinion. You died of congestive heart failure caused by untreated CAD. There's not anything else I can tell you." He offered the elderly man a shrug. "I'm sorry." He folded his arms and tilted his head, sensing the woeful thoughts of the spirit before him. "They wouldn't want you looking so glum, you know." Nicholas rested a hand on the man's shoulder. "You had a loving family, and they'll be okay without you. You're free to go; I promise." A soothing calm washed over the spirit at his touch, his image slowly fading. "I... I understand. Thank you, doctor..." The mortician offered a final smile to the deceased as he vanished, the office eerily void of life.

A few final signatures graced the plethora of papers adorning his desk, and the cadaver was condemned to cremation. After collecting the ashes for the family, Nicholas stepped into the lobby and met with his receptionist. "Did you cancel my appointment with Dr. Fuller?" He asked. "I did."
"What about the one with the detective on the Malory case?"
"Cancelled as well."
"The Millers?"
"Gone."
"Dr. Iris?"
"I didn't cancel that one."

He looked up from the calendar, miffed. "Why not?" She gave him a deliberate look. "Because she's your therapist." he paused as if trying to remember the significance of that. "Oh yeah. That's for Tuesday morning, innit?" The necromancer swiped a mint from the desk as he skimmed over the schedule. "I'll have to let her know I can't schedule a follow-up until after all this clears up. I take it you've also updated our hours on the website?" He inquired, flipping the sign and marking the establishment as "closed." "I have, as well as canceled all the future autopsies for the police department." "Good." He flicked off the light switch, shrouding the room in darkness. The receptionist seemed unbothered. "Dr. Storm?" She beckoned tenuously. "They're going to miss you." Nicholas hesitated at the door. "... I know." His voice betrayed guilt. "But they'll be alright. I'm not the only mortuary around."

"Actually, you are." She corrected. Nick frowned. "What about Brown's?" "They closed last month." He bit the inside of his cheek. That puts a wrench in things. "Well, that's not my problem." Nicholas waved his hand dismissively. "There's nothing I can do, it's not like I can--" a pause. "Oh, well I guess I could..." He murmured before flicking the light back on, crowding behind the reception desk. He wrote a concise note on a piece of company stationery and tucked it into an envelope, using his ring to seal it with wax. The horseman handed it to her. "Just give this to them when they come for our latest client. It's just a little heads up that I'll be away, so they'll stop reaping in this area until I get back." His assistant accepted the letter, sputtering as he headed towards the door. "B-But what about the police?!" He retrieved his coat from the hook at the door. "Relax, they'll be fine. They can just try people for attempted murder. Lock up shop for me, alright? I trust that I'm leaving the place in good hands." He sensed her wish to argue, but instead she simply nodded. "Of course, sir. I assume you've already handled your schedule at Harper's?" He stopped and sighed. "No, I forgot." He was already dreading the thought. "I'll do that tonight I guess." He checked his watch and cursed. "Jesus Christ, it's already 8:30. Guess this our goodbye." Nicholas offered the woman a wave before slipping out the door, leaving the woman alone to close up the mortuary.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Valkeri tags medicine tent

Valkeri nods and says “I can already feel the presence of kheioni near by” she laughs and says to aiden, “who do you think my father was?” She smiles

Apollo tags medical tent

Apollo chuckles and says “I’m staying son of Athena” he smiles and nods curtly the light flashing off of his golden eyes

Laurel tags Juliet and Diana

Lu blinks and says “Jules?” She looks at the girl in bewilderment “it’s freezing”

Cresolis tags maribelle and chuck

Cresolis says “I just found her this way, in the snow” she looks at chuck and says “what should we do?”

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Open|

The sting of cold air against her skin made Mirabelle look back at the mountain once more. A massive nexus of snow and ice swirled around the peak, more intense than she had seen in her dream previously. Howling winds whipped through the trees below, screeching and keening like a wild animal. For a split second, she thought she could see a figure standing on the mountain's peak, but their form was soon blotted out once more by the storm. One look at her mother's face was all she needed to tell her that this indeed was the epicentre of the polar vortex.
"This is where we need to go." It was more of a statement than a question, albeit lacking conviction. How in Olympus were they supposed to get here? Sure, they could reach Lake Placid by using public transport and the lot - if anything was still operational in this weather. Mirabelle was more concerned about scaling the mountain itself than anything else. The faces of those she knew to be setting off on the quest as well flashed before her eyes, filling her with faith. Not necessarily faith in herself, but faith in her fellow demigods. They would find a way.
They had to.
Mirabelle could feel the world around her blurring out of focus, and she knew she was to leave soon.
"One last piece of advice before you go," Aphrodite said softly. She laid a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "See with your heart. Pain is the root of all mortal aggression."


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Forest|Tags: Aggy, Laurel|

Relief flooded Juliet's body as the sound of the hunting horn rang out across the snow-covered woods. "That would be him," she breathed, slowing her pace. "Sounds like he's calling us all back. I wonder if anyone won, or if the weather's just too crazy and he cancelled the rest of the game."
Frantic footsteps came pounding from behind them, and Juliet saw an Ares camper run past. His hair was standing straight up, probably frozen solid by whatever had possessed the snowman. The sounds of combat and snow crunching under heavy feet were drawing closer. "Come on, let's get out of here before Frosty decides to make us into his corncob pipe and button nose." Juliet started running again, this time in the direction the horn had blasted from. She hoped it would lead them closer to the safer parts of camp, but she'd settle for running into Chiron if that wasn't the case. She was running so quickly that she barely even noticed Laurel until she slammed right into her. Thankfully, she was able to steady herself before she fell. "Yeah, it's me. And this is Aggy." She gestured to the smaller girl in turn. "Yeah yeah, I know it's cold, but it's gonna be a lot colder if we don't keep running!" she panted. "Come on!"


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Aiden --> Cres, Val, Mira, Hank, Ayden, Apollo|

Chuck nearly dropped the precious liquid as he tugged down on Mirabelle's frigid jaw to open her mouth and poured the nectar in. He had to massage her throat to get her to swallow; she was still very much unconscious.
"Oh gods, she's like, totally freezing," the satyr remarked. He turned to Cresolis with urgency in his eyes. "We like, need to get her warm. Now. Can you find a blanket or something!? Please tell me we have some..." His wide green eyes searched the room desperately for something - anything - to wrap his frozen friend in.


|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: ??|Tags: Khione --> Nicholas|

A frigid whisper in her ear told Vivienne that her part was not over yet. Tired as she was, she still had a decent amount of energy left. Though maintaining a blizzard was rather draining, being in the presence of so much ice and snow had the adverse affect.
The dutiful young woman landed just outside of Camp Half-Blood, where her mother had materialised before her.
"I need you to deliver a message," Khione spoke, clipped and cold as usual.
Vivienne scowled at being used for such a simple task. A lowly messenger, her? Her brain began to rationalise this, puzzling out the logic behind it. Nonetheless, she nodded.
"Mr. Storm is a crucial asset to us - we want to show him how important he is. Sending one of the niphoi would not give that impression," the snow goddess explained. "I would go myself, but..." she gestured to the swirling storm above Camp Half-Blood, indicating that her hands were tied. "I will transport you there, however. When you arrive, tell him to begin his part as soon as possible. Now, show me that business card you were given."
Vivienne swiftly obliged, reaching into a pocket to produce the black rectangle of cardstock. Khione read over the address before handing the card back to her daughter. Wasting no time whatsoever, the snow goddess summoned a small whirlwind of snow. Vivienne knew the drill. She led her rather wary steed towards the small maelstrom and was instantly transported in a barrage of cold winds.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Valkeri tags medicine tent

Valkeri says “me, sunny and father can warm her up”

Apollo tags medical tent

Apollo nods and follows his daughter for instructions

Laurel tags Juliet and Diana

Lu blinks and says “we should getting to some place warm”

Cresolis tags maribelle and chuck

Cresolis nods and says “I’ll go get some” she dashes to the big house

[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|Team 1
Jamie glanced down at the stick he had quickly forgotten about, then back at Ophelia with a sheepish grin. He rubbed the back of his neck, blushing slightly. “Uh, yeah...I mean, I figured it was better than nothing.” He shrugged with a laugh. He raised his eyebrows at Ophelia, clearly amused by her uncontrollable laughter. He guessed the image of him trying to fight off angry storm spirits or whatever else might be lurking in these woods with a broken branch was pretty funny, so he couldn’t blame her for going into hysterics at it. “And in my defence, I didn’t have anything else.” He added. “I gave my paintbrush to Aiden.” His face fell into a frown as he considered his own words, realizing they didn’t quite make sense but that he didn’t have an explanation that did make sense. He shook his head. “Don’t ask.”

He smiled back at her, not really noticing her embarrassment or thinking she’d done anything to be embarrassed of. “We should be getting back” He said finally. “The guys at the medical tent had to fight off some snow venti thing and there could be more. Also Chiron told me to stay where I was and I didn’t...” He added with a grin that looked a little more like a grimace. He’d nearly forgotten about the gash on his face until he reached up to adjust his glasses and noticed the blood smeared on the side of his hand. “Oh...that’s not good.” He said mildly, though his pale face gave away his real feelings on seeing his own blood.

[takara]

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!

Niji Sakura Budōnoki • 17 • (he/they) • Homosexual • Dionysus • Location: forest• Tags: Alex, Karter, team 1

"You want to ride with us Karter? I know you said something about being on the ground and I'm not sure which you'd perfer." Niji admitted. It didn't matter to him either way the mare could gallop with a two person sled attached pretty easily, so another person that couldn't weigh over 90 pounds would be nothing to her. It was just a matter if Karter wanted to get on her and honestly if he could he was really short and Niji honestly wasn't sure if the short boy could reach Quicksilver's saddle.

Quicksilver looked around a bit impatiently, so Niji stroked her neck and gave her a kiss on her poll.
Niji chuckled a little as he felt Alex hug him tighter.
"It's alright Alex she's just shifting her weight. Nothing to it you aren't going anywhere."
Niji remembered his first time on a horse knowing the feeling of momentary fright at a horse suddenly shifting their weight and the wonder if you would fall. Of course horses of any breed were to big and muscular to fall just from a shifting of their weight, but there was always that fear.

*repost for sunhorse, the Karter interactions

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Chuck, Cres, Val, Apollo, Hank, Ayden|

Mirabelle Everhart was not the type of girl who liked giving others cause for worry. She did not cry, she did not get sick or injured, and she most certainly did not lose consciousness over something so insignificant in her mind as a plunge into the icy waters of the Zephyros.
Or, at least, she never admitted to any of these things.
On the outside, she was a fully functional machine of a human being, and she liked it that way. So when she found herself jolted awake by something she didn't quite understand, it was perfectly natural that she nearly punched Chuck in the face.
Almost instantly after her rather violent awakening, the Aphrodite counselor doubled over with a bout of coughing, wracking her willowy frame. Wheezing for breath, she blinked away the tears that had gathered in the corners of her eyes and took in her surroundings. Though her vision was still a bit blurry, she could make out the stark white tarp of the medical tent around her. Gods. She felt like she’d been hit by a bus. Every one of her muscles hurt; a low, dull ache most likely brought on by how long they had been frozen. Her mind was clouded with exhaustion. Everything seemed out-of-focus and far away, and sounds were travelling slowly, as if through water. Her body was still convulsing with shivers in a feeble attempt to warm itself up.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Forest|Tags: Aggy, Laurel|

Relief flooded Juliet's body as the sound of the hunting horn rang out across the snow-covered woods. "That would be him," she breathed, slowing her pace. "Sounds like he's calling us all back. I wonder if anyone won, or if the weather's just too crazy and he cancelled the rest of the game."
Frantic footsteps came pounding from behind them, and Juliet saw an Ares camper run past. His hair was standing straight up, probably frozen solid by whatever had possessed the snowman. The sounds of combat and snow crunching under heavy feet were drawing closer. "Come on, let's get out of here before Frosty decides to make us into his corncob pipe and button nose." Juliet started running again, this time in the direction the horn had blasted from. She hoped it would lead them closer to the safer parts of camp, but she'd settle for running into Chiron if that wasn't the case. She was running so quickly that she barely even noticed Laurel until she slammed right into her. Thankfully, she was able to steady herself before she fell. "Yeah, it's me. And this is Aggy." She gestured to the smaller girl in turn. "Yeah yeah, I know it's cold, but it's gonna be a lot colder if we don't keep running!" she panted. "Come on!"

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"That's the plan!" Juliet grunted. Yelling sounded from somewhere behind them, as well as clashing swords and a heavy thud. "We need to go. NOW." Without a second thought, she sheathed her dagger and grabbed both Aggy and Laurel's hands, taking off towards where it had sounded like Chiron's horn blast had come from. She seriously hoped the angry-sounding shouts from behind were victory cries and not anything else. She could see the trees starting to thin ahead of them, and knew that they must be close to the edge of the forest.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Cres, Val, Mira, Hank, Ayden, Apollo|

Chuck dodged out of the way of Mira's fist just in the nick of time. His brain still struggled to catch up with everything that was happening, but he knew one thing at least - she's alive. Relief flooded his entire being, but was soon chased away by sharp concern after Mira's body shook with a rather chesty coughing fit. He thought about placing a hand on her back to help ease her discomfort, but quickly realised that it would probably have the adverse effect. Mirabelle was not someone who was comfortable with physical contact, and he was very aware of that. He also knew that the last thing she would want was people worrying over her. That didn't stop him from worrying, but it certainly put a damper on his external actions. Rather than hover around like a mother hen, Chuck ran off to get her some water. Hopefully Cres finds some blankets or something soon.
He quickly returned to Mira's side, ushering the cup of warm water into her trembling hands. We watched as she fumblingly grasped the cup and took a decently long drink before glancing up to see who had delivered it.
"...Chuck-ck-ck?" Her voice was hoarse and hollow; spoken through chattering teeth. When she regarded him with bleary, unfocused eyes Chuck realised that she was probably noticing his presence for the first time. He donned a quick smile, albeit a rather nervous one.
"Yup, it's me," he confirmed with a nod.
She met his concerned gaze, her own eyes regaining a small spark of focus. "...th-thank-k you." The words carried more weight than they should've - the water was the least of the things she was grateful for.
"Uh, like, no problem, man," he replied, shifting his weight awkwardly. He glanced over at Valkeri and Apollo, as well as the little yellow fox called Sunny. He recognised her colouration as 'dawn glow'; a relatively rare colour amongst foxes in the New York area. Mira might not be so amenable to the idea of Valkeri or Apollo warming her if there was going to be contact, but he knew she had no such qualms about animals.
Wait a second, Apollo!? What was he doing here!? Chuck's brain had apparently caught up with his eyes. "Uh... hi there, your sunliness, sir," he addressed the god, bowing so awkwardly that he nearly fell flat on his face. "...like, if you don't mind me asking, what's shakin'? Like, why are you here? Is it about all this gnarly weather or something?"


|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: ??|Tags: Khione --> Nicholas|

A frigid whisper in her ear told Vivienne that her part was not over yet. Tired as she was, she still had a decent amount of energy left. Though maintaining a blizzard was rather draining, being in the presence of so much ice and snow had the adverse affect.
The dutiful young woman landed just outside of Camp Half-Blood, where her mother had materialised before her.
"I need you to deliver a message," Khione spoke, clipped and cold as usual.
Vivienne scowled at being used for such a simple task. A lowly messenger, her? Her brain began to rationalise this, puzzling out the logic behind it. Nonetheless, she nodded.
"Mr. Storm is a crucial asset to us - we want to show him how important he is. Sending one of the niphoi would not give that impression," the snow goddess explained. "I would go myself, but..." she gestured to the swirling storm above Camp Half-Blood, indicating that her hands were tied. "I will transport you there, however. When you arrive, tell him to begin his part as soon as possible. Now, show me that business card you were given."
Vivienne swiftly obliged, reaching into a pocket to produce the black rectangle of cardstock. Khione read over the address before handing the card back to her daughter. Wasting no time whatsoever, the snow goddess summoned a small whirlwind of snow. Vivienne knew the drill. She led her rather wary steed towards the small maelstrom and was instantly transported in a barrage of cold winds.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Apollo tags medical tent

Apollo nods and says “I’m very well thank you, I was just here to see my kin and say that the goddes of the snow and her demigod is near”

Laurel tags Juliet and Diana

Lu runs after Jules and says “what are we runnning form?”

Cresolis tags maribelle and chuck

Cresolis dashes back and says “I’ve got coats and blankets” she raises her arms to show the assortment of coats and blankets

[Galeslash7]

Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: The Forest (Team 2 area), Tags: Aiden, Teilo, Mentions: None

Skylar fought the swirl of dreams as best as she could. The memory was fresh and she was still freezing cold. She tried casting something but it was like her magic had shorted out. She had only had this happen a couple times before, but usually that was in the middle of the day when the sun was beating down on her endlessly. She was more powerful during the night. But it was getting darker and she still was powerless. She closed her eyes for a brief second as she tried to keep herself curled in. But it was so hard to move... Just when she thought she would go unconscious, she barely saw two boys run towards her. They were hazy and almost out of focus and she couldn't tell who they were. She heard one of them speak her name and she tried to look up at her rescuers. She heard one of them ask if she could walk while something was draped in her shoulders and someone squeezed her tight. "I...I...I can...walk." Stubbornly, she pushed herself off the ground, groaning in pain. Then she collapsed against the boy who was helping her up. "Sorry. I... No magic... It's gone..." She groaned as she stood against him, her almost bare feet arching in the snow. She had never felt so helpless. Skylar had always been able to use her heat spells, so she never wore anything warm. Even now, she only had on shorts, a T-shirt, and some sandals. She looked down at her hands which has turned blue, just like her dream. She couldn't believe this was happening. As the head counselor of magic, she SHOULD NOT HAVE LOST HER MAGIC. what was happening? She knew it was probably temporary from the dream of vision thing, but still. Skylar hated feeling powerful only to then lean on some one, struggling to get up.

[sammy,]

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
med tent - forest
thanatos
mentioned: aiden, skylar
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there were a thousand thoughts coming from a thousand different stimuli at once, and if teilo had thought that any of his previous experience at the camp had been valid anecdotally in times of trouble, he was wrong. he had grown used to shying away from trouble, from avoiding the centre of any issue, and now there was no escaping it. they were in the presence of a god and it seemed the least of the shocking things that had happened that day - that should have been enough to tip him over the edge. history would have had him believe that in this kind of scenario, he would have been hiding off in the shadows, flicking the invisible switch and waiting for things to blow over, but for whatever reason, history was wrong. he was moving faster than he believed possible from himself, doing things that he would have never imagined, speaking up where silence would have been much preferred in the pits of his skull.

the thoughts spiralled and danced in his mind. he was, in essence, questioning what he actually was - there was nothing concrete about his personality. nothing to harken this back to. it had been life-and-death for the larger part of the day - his own experience with the latter seeming to shrink in the shadow of the events - and he had never felt more alive. everything buzzing past him, conversation and threat, the minutes stacking on top of each other, each promising more to come as they came and went. on one hand, he was going into a sort of sensory overdrive. on the other hand, it was helping. they were weighing each other off.

the walk felt longer than seemed imaginable, and as his feet made their prints in the snow, he spoke idly, unsure whether aiden could hear him, but talking anyway. "ghosts." the word came easily. "it's ghosts. that's what led me here. just one. a girl. i used to see 'em all the time. since i was a kid. all over the shop. some of them..." he shook his head. "not as many in the camp. they can't get in. the barrier, or something. i don't know. but - you said about the girl who died during the game. i think - i don't know. maybe. but i saw her earlier. shocked me proper. she showed me the flag. i don't know why. but she was - i don't know. felt scared. i caught the emotion. so she's leading me, now. i think i owe her a few favours." his breath came in sharp shoots, clouding in front of him. "is this what it's gonna be like? the quest?" the question had been one on his tongue for a while, waiting to escape.

the vision of the girl sent a stronger chill down the back of his neck than could ever have been mustered by the biting wind, and before he had time to consider his options the son of athena ran out ahead of him once it was confirmed they had shared the same sight, and he took the brief moment to nod at the apparition. "cheers," he whispered, voice carried by the breeze. he imagined that the same sentiment was being sent to his father, but wasn't certain where exactly to look. did one look up at the sky or down at the snow? an arbitrary thought, but one he got caught in.

once his appreciation was given and hopefully received, he returned to the matter at hand - rushing to skylar's side, examining her quickly. "not dead," he said. he knew that much for sure. "the med tent's packed. that boy said something about the mess hall. it's got central heating, at the very least." then, she was speaking, and it felt like a little miracle in a landscape of dread. "hey. you're alright, we're gonna get you nice and warm, yeah?" she claimed to be able to stand, but fell. not wearing nearly enough for the weather, he thought, and shirked his jacket to wrap around her. "i can carry her. if it's needed." he said to aiden, then back to skylar - "nippy out, isn't it? cor. you're gonna be good. get a nice bit of ambrosia down you, you'll be up and on the magical grind again in two ticks. you've already got past the hard part, staying awake - it's just the little hill left now." teilo looped an arm under and around her back, aiming to provide a little more support.

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zeus(t1) - counselor
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"looking after yourself isn't shallow," orin frowned. "it's just one of those things. sometimes you need to let people look after you. sometimes you need to let yourself." it was a pride thing, he knew - an idea difficult to grasp for those who were constantly at odds with their own place in the camp. he had seen it before, the constant and unrelenting drive to do more, to exert to the point of fatal exhaustion.

"we've gone from you calling me pretty to calling me a dead giraffe. that's a bit of a jump. i don't think i'm prepared for whatever's coming next," a sly, offhanded way to offshoot the issue, but in practise, a successful one. he was making a joke to undercut the situation - very like him, he thought. was that self-awareness? he wasn't sure. at points, he thought he was a bit of a parody of himself. "still, i'd never faint. i think i'm above that. it's just not me. i've gotta be conscious at all times, waiting for a chance to butt in with a winning quip. can't be as quick to the draw as i am with a syncope problem."

auggie spoke with confidence that took him aback for a moment. he wasn't sure if it was wishful thinking or if she genuinely believed the words she was saying. "i hope you're right," he said. "be pretty embarrassing if the camp full of godly spawn was defeated by a bit of virulent weather. if there are headlines in olympus, then i'm seeing them now," a few deep, troubled breaths. "'goon godlets get a glacial ganking'."

after the shout, the situation was bearing itself as one that was salvageable. even more so as they stepped onto camp grounds, edging closer and closer to the mess hall. he almost guffawed at the question of his wellbeing. "me? always," he waved his now-free hand flippantly. "don't worry about me. few flesh wounds. nothing's keeping me down. if i die before i get to do all the things on my bucket list, it'll be an outrage. i'll raise hell before i submit to achey muscles and a bit o' wind." his brow furrowed in thought. "do you think the underworld's frozen over too? i've had a lot of propositions delayed for when it does, so i'll be cashing in on them."

the mess hall came into his blizzard obscured vision, and he stumbled to the door, swinging it open and welcoming the warmth that emanated from within. "who's the god of radiators? i'm gonna set up a shrine. they deserve more recognition," he glanced around, seriousness taking its hold once again. "there are stashes of - of ambrosia in one of the back kitchens. i'll ramp up the heat, clear the tables. hot chocolate's my forté, so i'll get on that."