Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[takara]

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

Ophelia didn't press, though the paintbrush story would've been a nice distraction from her thoughts. She watched him pale at the blood. Oh to heck with it. She grabbed the edge of a battered sleeve in her mouth, and flicked out a blade, slashing off a portion of the cuff and sleeve. She didn't want to tear it, but she also didn't want another catastophe today. At least I have an excuse to add some cool patching.

She pressed the strip into his face, not bothering to ask for permission. "Keep that on til we can find you a band aid, I don't know if I have it in me to carry you back," Her words were sombre, but her tone was oddly playful, as if she was beyond being phased after the dsys events. It was definitely not the most hygenic bandage, but's not like she carried a first aid pack on her.

Worry etched itself back into her face. "Venti?" It wasn't a question, but she wished ir was. "Better get going then, I don't want to see what other monsters are out in this!" She said, gesturing at the storm with her hand, which was still clutching a knife. She frowned at it and tucked it back into her pendant, then offered an arm to Jamie. It's only because I'm freezing to death, she told herself, as if she wasn't in need of a hug. As if she didn't really just want to touch a warm living person, just to remember that she was real.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Dining hall|tags:Orin|Team 2

Auggie considered what Orin said—that it isn’t shallow to take care of yourself. In some distant part of her brain she knew that was true, that sometimes you needed to relax and not try to take responsibility for everything and everyone, that it was okay to take the time to rest and heal when you needed to. But she didn’t like to listen to that part. That part was the worst. She blinked in surprise at his next comment, not immediately recalling that she’d called him pretty, though she quickly regained her composed expression. “Oh, you’re not prepared at all,” she said seriously. “The next one’s gonna be even better, just you wait.”

She raised an eyebrow at the statement that fainting was beneath him. “Right,” she said sarcastically “Gods, sure would be nice if you did though. Maybe I’d actually get some peace and quiet.” She added with a sly smirk that quickly faded as she tried to focus on keeping her balance and not swaying with her dizzy head. She was still shaking, from both the cold and exertion, and part of her wished she’d put on something warmer than the dark hoodie she was wearing, though she figured it was better than nothing. She almost smiled at Orin’s joke about godly newspaper headlines, though she pressed her lips together in an attempt to hide it. Despite the fact that he was still cracking jokes and said that he was perfectly fine, Auggie got the feeling he was a little less fine than he let on—and that Orin would probably still be cracking jokes on his deathbed.

She shrugged at the question about the underworld. “In case you couldn’t tell by my lack of control over my powers, I have about as much communication with my father as anyone else here.” Her tone was light, but there was a hint of bitterness beneath it. She’d heard of plenty of campers having dreams or visions of their parents speaking to them or delivering messages, but her godly father had never contacted her once in all the years that she’d been at camp. She narrowed her eyes as she understood the meaning of his quip a beat too late, too distracted by her own thoughts. “I’m sure you have.” She muttered.

She stepped inside the mess hall after him, grateful for the warmth, but not quite enough to set up a shrine. All the gods had far too much recognition in her mind. She nodded, heading back to find the ambrosia and nectar and setting it up on the nearest table for anyone who needed it. Once she had done that, she sat down on top of Cabin 13’s table with her feet on the bench and her elbows on her knees, chin resting in her hands. She remembered the eyeliner she’d smudged under her eye earlier this afternoon and swiped a hand across her face, wrinkling her nose at the smear of black across her fingertips. At this point she probably looked like a sleep deprived raccoon, but she didn’t really care.

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Forest|tags:Ophelia|Team 1

Jamie watched with wide eyes as Ophelia grabbed her sleeve and a blade. He opened his mouth to protest but before he had a chance to say anything, the scrap of fabric was being pressed to his face. “Thanks,” He said with a grateful, albeit confused smile. He held the cloth to his face and tried his best not to think about the blood. “I promise I wont pass out on you...probably.” He nodded in agreement at her statement, flinching back slightly as she gestured with the knife. He took her arm and pulled her close to him as they started walking, there’d been enough people in the medical tent already, they really didn’t need anyone else becoming hypothermic.

He wasn’t sure what had happened to Ophelia after the whole situation with Teilo, but she’d seemed pretty shaken up when Jamie found her. He didn’t want to ask because he figured she would have told him what happened if she wanted to. So, he did what he did best: rambled complete nonsense in an attempt to make her smile. “Hey, did you see when I carried Teilo off into the woods? I really did that. That was wild! It was like when those crazy moms develop inhuman strength and...lift cars off of babies or something. I think I’m really starting to hone my motherly instincts.” He nodded sagely, then gasped. “Oh my gods, does this mean I’m pregnant? Do I look pregnant to you?” He asked, looking over at her with mock astonishment and trying to contain his laughter at his own silly joke.

[sammy,]

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dining hall
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"i look forward to it anxiously," orin said, wondering what she could possibly pull out of the bag. it seemed strange, a casual conversation, given the circumstances - but it seemed to be keeping them both upright, willing them forward, retaining some level of sanity that would have otherwise been lost to the immense stress that had stacked through the day. for that, he supposed he was rather thankful.

"if i met one of those fainting goats i think i'd punt 'em. no reason. and respect to - who's the god of goats? pan? respect to pan, but god, it would really tick me off," his mind was wandering to anything but the situation. "just stay awake, right? just keep your eyes open. i'm doing it now, and i don't think that it's much of a problem. though, on pan -" the words tumbled into each other. "when i first came to camp there were a couple people who thought i was a satyr. they said it was the hair. like mister tumnus off narnia. but i don't have a goatee or anything like that, so maybe they were just being mean." he considered this, then let the thought fly away.

"no, neither," he said in relation to absent fathers. "suppose they're busy. not busy enough to stop going round wit' mortal women, mind, but... you know. busy enough. i'm waiting for my deus ex machina moment, where i'm about to die and the sky splits in half and he comes down." orin paused. "been waiting a very long time."

when they reached the mess hall, orin felt as though he was back in action. warmth seeped into his skin, to the point that he took his jacket off - draped it around a chair - and he busied himself by sorting out hot drinks, segmenting them into 'regular' hot chocolate, lined with marshmallows and whipped cream, and 'hopped-up' hot chocolate, layered with a bit of nectar. after labelling these fittingly and setting them out separately, he got to pulling any fabrics he could find that could be used as makeshift blankets and folding them into little squares. all the while, the tune of american pie was gently whistled.
once it was set out and he was fittingly content, he pulled two mugs he had made separately - the cream, marshmallows, nectar and all, and put one in front of auggie. "'i met a girl who sang the blues, and i asked her for some happy news'" then sat down, finishing his rendition. "drink up. if there's anything i can do, it's hot chocolate. you don't have to tell me it's good, it won't do anything for my ego. i already know." orin leaned back a little, drank from the cup, and welcomed the emanating buzz it gave him. slowly, the ache in his shoulder, the throb of his cheek, the groan of his aching muscles and the thump of his head began to fade away, lost to the night. "bet they didn't of this when they decided to attack with a bit of cold."

[Kveykva]

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

It wasn't long before Aiden started feeling the effects of the cold himself, but he was determined to get Skylar to safety. With adrenaline warming his limbs, he helped the child of Hecate to her feet, even as she pushed him away and tried to stand on her own. He didn't speak beyond gentle assurances, but even those faded away when Teilo started doing the same. Aiden remembered from his Greek studies that Thanatos was calming to spirits; soothing them so he may take them away to the afterlife. The formerly unclaimed camper must have picked it up from his father, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine. Does that mean she's going to die? He wouldn't let it happen. "Come on, Skylar..." he whispered, staying right by her side. "Baby steps, you can do it. You're a child of Hecate, after all." Worry ran rampant in his mind, almost completely shutting out the cold around him.

They weren't making much progress through the snow, so without waiting for Skylar to argue, the Athena camper picked her up bridal style and waded through the blizzard, relying on Teilo to guide them both to safety. "Ghosts?" The wind nearly drowned out the question. "You mean you saw... You saw Audra?" He couldn't help but try looking around, searching for a seemingly undiscoverable spirit of the camper who died so many years ago. "Why would her ghost still be here?" He gave Teilo a look of bewilderment and wonder; children of the underworld gods had such cool abilities. Skylar could do literal magic when she wasn't, you know, freezing to death. "Just stay with me, Skylar. Not much further now."

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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❞

The next half-hour passed slowly. Nick's receptionist drew the blinds and turned off all the lights, as well as everything else save for the bare necessities. She traversed the dark rooms with ease, performing the last bits of her own paperwork before closing the establishment down for what would seem like forever. As a result, she hesitated. Her hand found its way to the letter on the desk, delicate fingers probing the wax seal. This didn't sit right with her, but what was she to do. A dainty bell rang as the front door opened, a stiff wind throwing it open. Troubled, the woman rushed up to the door. The streets were empty, as were the grassy fields that surrounded the mortuary in its entirety. One strange thing did stand out, however. "Snow?" She gasped, holding out a hand to catch one of the scarce flakes. This was strange weather for the summer, even in Pennsylvania.

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Nicholas double-checked his clock. 9:03. "Damn it." With a grunt, the necromancer rolled out of his mustang, patting its roof as he headed towards the door. "Be good, Xaliphax." He called before slipping in through the back door. Inside, the dull roar of music and idle talk assaulted his ears, but it was a welcome change from the uncanny silence of the mortuary underground. Nicholas weaved his way through the kitchen and dropped his coat off in the office, taking a moment to fix his hair in the mirror. "You're late, Nick." He reflexively quailed at the sound of a gruff voice. "By five minutes. Regardless, you're just the man I wanted to see." Nicholas said as he rolled up his sleeves. "I need some time off. Family emergency. I'm sure you've heard by now." The man in question, Andrew, nodded his head. "I heard you were closing up the mortuary too." "Temporarily." He finished gauging himself in the mirror before sliding out to the front of house, moving with rehearsed speed and confidence. "I don't know how long I'll be gone for, so you can just take me off the schedule." A chorus of hello's and hey's accompanied his arrival behind the bar. "My regulars can get over it. It's not like it's the end of the world." He paused, resisting the urge to chuckle at his own irony. With a reluctant nod, Andrew approved Nick's leave, and all that was left was making it through another weekend night at Harper's.

[takara]

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

Ophelia laughed and reached over to poke his stomach, grateful for the excuse to steal some body heat. "Oh no!" She said, a shocked expression on her face. "Who's the father? Is it Teilo? Is that rascal the cause of this!" She said, cracking up once again. This time, her laugher faded into coughing, hacking up a cold mucus.

She made a face and spit it into the snow, before tucking herself back into his side. Gods, she was cold. She could feel the shivers starting. Not good. "The medic tent is probably overrun," She said, not sure if it was true or not, but glad for the viable excuse. "Can...can you get me to the mess hall? I think I just need a hot drink," She asked, almost shyly, all too aware of the fact that she was clinging to him, and probably freezing them both.

"It's, it's okay if you do-don't want to come," She winced as the shivers wracked her body. "I, can... make it on my own if I need to," She said, smiling in a manner that she hoped was convincing, but not too convincing. Her teeth were practically chattering, so she just pressed them together harder.
She'd found that she liked the chatterbox's company, he has his uses, she added to the thought, more out of habit than actual truth.

Alex Burns|17|He/him| Aphrodite/Cabin 10| Location: Forest| Tags: 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!

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

Hank let his hand drop, still confused as to who this person was. Visiting kin, does that mean he's Val's uncle or something? He wondered.

The group looked pretty overwhelmed with injured campers, so he went to look for a blanket for Aydan himself, ruffling through the scattered supplies for it. It almost looked like a storm had hit inside of the tent, but that didn't make sense. He wrinkled his brow, looking up at a faint movement from a bed.
Was that...Mira! He froze for a moment, blanket in hand, before inching forward to check on her. While his powers weren't too strong on healing others, they were good for sighting injuries. He watched her intently, knowing from some source inside of himself that crowding the injured was never a good move.

He let go of his breath. Just chills. But they were severe. Worry worked back into his face, he ran a hand over his neck for something to do with his hands. Where's that dog? She could help with this one. He thought, searching the scene for her. When he saw that she wasn't there, he flicked his dog-whistle arrow out of his quiver and onto the grass floor, knowing the sound should entice her to come find it.

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Forest | tags: Juliet, Laurel | Mentions: Ares NPCs

Aggy noticed that Juliet had called her by her chosen name, and it brought a smile to her face. Maybe she's not so bad, Aggy thought as Juliet grabbed her hand and took off.

The other girl, Laurel, seemed rather chatty for the situation. "It's a retreat or die kind of situation" She growled at the older girl. As much as she was warming to Juliet, Laurel brought out the sharp cold in her.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Valkeri tags medical tent

Val smiles and says “hank, you don’t recognize your own father?” She laughs

Apollo tags medical tent

Apollo turns and spots his son, what’s his name again oh Henry. Apollo waves and says “hello son” he grins and pets the sun fox

Laurel tags Juliet and Diana

Lu scowl and says “ok I’m coming” Diana runs ahead and then leads them to a safe place

Cresolis tags maribelle and chuck

Cresolis says “what else can I do chuck?” She looks at the god realizing that it was the sun god Apollo. She waves and grins.

[WitchHazel]

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

Mirabelle vaguely felt something soft being draped over her shoulders. Rather than shrug it off as she would've had she been fully cognisant, she actually pulled the warm fabric around her shivering form. The stiff frost coating her body had started to melt, rendering her cold, tired, and uncomfortably wet. The only thing she wanted to do was change into some warm clothes and crawl into bed. She would have simply walked herself back to the Aphrodite cabin, but... well, she didn't exactly trust her feet to move properly in her condition. The sudden feeling that she was forgetting something nagged at her. Something important. But she couldn't quite place her finger on what it was. Come to think of it, there wasn't much she did recall after the official start of Capture the Flag. She'd taken off into the woods and then... just cold. That being said, she definitely lacked full cognisance at the moment. She was just barely aware of her surroundings - the white tarp of the medical tent, the blurring figures of demigods and satyrs alike rushing about. She remembered Chuck's face, and drinking some water... which she'd apparently dropped in the meantime. The paper cup rested listlessly on the ground, near her feet. Oops. She supposed that was bound to happen when she could barely feel her fingers.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Aggy, Laurel, Orin, Auggie|

"Long story short, evil snowman," Juliet huffed, adding onto Aggy's brief explanation. "And a whole lotta angry Ares campers, but I think they're attacking that thing and not us? Hopefully." She didn't fail to notice the change in Aggy's demeanor as the smaller girl addressed Laurel. Juliet couldn't help but smirk at that, thinking that perhaps she was starting to get somewhere with the yet unclaimed demigod. The tall Greek columns of the dining pavilion grew closer in Juliet's field of vision as they ran. The dog raced on ahead, leading them towards the safety of the brazier's glow. Juliet hadn't even noticed Laurel had a dog, but oh well, she didn't know everything, as much as she liked to pretend she did. She slowed her gait as they crested the hill, coming to a stop underneath the usually open-air tables. Someone had put a tarp or something over the entire pavilion, most likely to shield it from the weather. The actual kitchens, however, were probably much warmer still than the exterior, so Juliet led the other two girls (and the dog) inside. She hastened a look back over her shoulder before she entered, however, and was met with an interesting sight. The snowman she had sculpted had somehow grown... bigger? Maybe it had picked up some weight from tromping through the snow or something. It stood at the edge of the forest; closer than she would've liked. A whole gaggle of Ares campers were crowded around it, yelling quite fiercely. A few were dangling from the snowman's head with swords stabbed into the snow, shouting all the while. Though she was certainly still afraid, she released a breathy laugh before heading inside, slamming the door shut behind her.


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

"Uh, like, yeah. Kinda figured that one," Chuck laughed. "You know, with all the snow and stuff." His face suddenly morphed into one of confusion at the mention of 'her demigod'. "Uh, like, dude, you know Khione has a bunch of kids, right? Like, we have a bunch here, even." Any further thoughts were interrupted by Cresolis' return, thankfully with some coats and blankets. Chuck scrambled into action and grabbed a few blankets from her, flashing her a grateful smile as he did. He carefully draped one around Mirabelle, who still seemed incredibly out-of-it - not to mention freezing cold. She barely even moved when he placed the blanket over her shoulders. Setting his concern for her well-being aside for now, he moved on to the other patients. Though Hank had said earlier that Ayden had passed out due to overexertion of his abilities, Chuck tucked a blanket around him too, just in case.
As he cared for the other cold and injured campers, Chuck couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting back to Mira. He knew she wouldn't want him to worry over her, but still... she wasn't looking too good. The nectar he'd given her earlier had at least restored her to consciousness, and he didn't think he had to worry about her keeling over at this point. But she was still so pale, and seemed pretty out-of-it. Nothing like her usual peppy self. He noticed Hank regarding her with a similar expression, and his heart softened. Chuck was distracted, however, by the sound of footsteps emanating from somewhere outside the medical tent. Even in such a blizzard, his keen hearing could pick up on labored breathing and a few muffled voices. Aiden's voice, he realised. He and Teilo must've found someone out in the snow. The satyr quickly scurried over to the tent flap and poked his head out. They were further than he'd initially thought, but he could make out the form of a humanoid being in Aiden's arms through the snow. Taking that under account, the satyr rushed back into the tent to prepare a cot for the unfortunate soul.


|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Final Witness Mortuary|Tags: Receptionist|

Vivienne frowned as she and her gryphon steed were deposited in a less-than-graceful manner, ending up in a heap on the floor of some building she assumed to be 'Final Witness Mortuary'. After all, that's what was written on the business card, and her mother did not make mistakes. Wasting no time, she sprang to her feet and dusted herself off. Her perceptive gaze swept around the room, cataloguing everything in just a few seconds. A rather confused-looking woman drew her attention. She seemed to be peering out the front door, gawking at something Vivienne didn't care to ask about. Instead, she simply cleared her throat, waiting politely for the woman to notice her.
The thought crossed her mind that Ozymandias' presence might be seen as odd, but she knew the mist would distort his image to mortal eyes. She'd been told by a rather annoyingly chipper mortal that Ozymandias appeared as some sort of large black dog - probably a mastiff- when she'd had some business in the city to take care of one day. She mused that it might seem strange, bringing a dog t a mortuary, but a simple white lie formed in her mind as soon as the thought crossed it. She could always just say he was for emotional support - after all, people who came to mortuaries were usually in mourning, right?

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Dining hall|tags:Orin|Team 2

Though she would never admit it, and her previous comments had suggested the exact opposite, Auggie actually didn’t mind listening to Orin’s ramblings. It was an okay distraction from everything else that was going on, as well as the growing sense of dread that had been building in her chest all day. As they worked on setting up the mess hall she tried not to think about what was going on outside, or what could be the cause of the untimely snowstorm. She listened to Orin’s whistling, letting her mind focus on the song and on what she was doing rather than dwelling on the panic.

“Thanks,” She muttered, taking the mug of hot chocolate that was set in front of her. “I wont, I know your ego doesn’t need any boosting.” She took a sip, feeling her muscles relax as the warmth flooded through her and the nectar started to restore her strength. She felt immediately more steady, and she watched the door anxiously, wondering if anyone at the medical tent had actually heard Orin’s yelling over the snowstorm. Without realizing, she’d taken one of her small knives out of it’s sheath again and wasn’t absently flipping it in the air. “Right, I’m sure the evil forces of the universe never suspected that we have hot chocolate on our side.” She replied with mock dramatism, her gaze still on the door of the mess hall.

“What do you think this is?” She asked, referring to the snow. Now that she was starting to feel better, her desire to fight was coming back as well. The problem was nobody seemed to know what they were fighting. You couldn’t exactly hack a storm cloud to bits...although they had technically just done that. She remembered a particularly tragic game of capture the flag from many years ago, when she’d been fairly new to camp, but she’d been pushing that situation to the back of her brain. She wanted to think about that just as much as she wanted to admit how scared she was—not at all. She continued to toss her knife, catching it with effortless precision as she became consumed by her own thoughts.



Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Forest|tags:Ophelia|Team 1

Jamie laughed, unable to fend off the poke with one arm linked with hers and the other holding the piece of fabric to his bleeding face. “No!” He protested, still laughing. “I carried him! Doesn’t that make him my son?” He wrinkled his face in confusion, then his smile returned. “It’s Leonardo DiCaprio,” He concluded. “Not him now though...like Romeo and Juliet Leo. I time travelled.” He said matter-of-factly with a satisfied nod as if anything he had just said made sense.

His grin faded into a concerned frown as she began to cough. “Here,” He unlinked his arm from hers briefly to shrug off the jacket he’d borrowed from the Big House’s lost and found. He helped her put it on then wrapped his free arm around her in an attempt to warm her up more. He nodded in agreement, although he was worried about those he’d left behind at the medic tent, he figured going back there now wouldn’t be helpful anyways. He was sure they could easily handle the storm spirit that had been attacking when he’d left...even if only one of them had actually had a weapon and that person happened to be a little bit dead a few minutes before. He shook the thought away, knowing worrying wouldn’t help anyone.

“It was a little chaotic when I left.” He agreed, then raised his eyebrows at her request. “Of course! I’m not just going to leave you out here in the snow.” He said, his expression almost amused at the absurdity of the idea. Getting somewhere warm was probably the best idea right now, though he had a suspicion she might need a little more than just a warm drink.

[Galeslash7]

Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: The Forest--> Hill near Med tent, Tags: Aiden, Teilo, Mentions: None

Skylar felt something else drape over her as the boys continued talking at her side. She couldn't catch too many words, but she could tell they were trying to encourage her and keep her going. She tried a few steps with her legs shaking violently. if she had been right in her mind, she would have simply said she didn't need help. She had gotten all the way to Hecate cabin counselor after all. But she felt bare without her magic. What was she without it? She knew she couldn't really fight well with plain weapons, her powers were her only strength. Now she couldn't even stand, relying on boys to keep her up. Her legs really started to buckle just as one of the boys picked her up, bridal style. Normally, she would have protested loudly at this, her pride was at stake here! But as she felt the body heat radiate from the boy, she decided to just relax and let him carry her. She didn't have the strength to get mad or protest. Skylar felt the two boys work to help her out of the forest and she slowly closed her frost-ridden eyelashes. She felt herself drift off as they climbed up the hill.

[Kveykva]

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

It wasn't long before Aiden started feeling the effects of the cold himself, but he was determined to get Skylar to safety. With adrenaline warming his limbs, he helped the child of Hecate to her feet, even as she pushed him away and tried to stand on her own. He didn't speak beyond gentle assurances, but even those faded away when Teilo started doing the same. Aiden remembered from his Greek studies that Thanatos was calming to spirits; soothing them so he may take them away to the afterlife. The formerly unclaimed camper must have picked it up from his father, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine. Does that mean she's going to die? He wouldn't let it happen. "Come on, Skylar..." he whispered, staying right by her side. "Baby steps, you can do it. You're a child of Hecate, after all." Worry ran rampant in his mind, almost completely shutting out the cold around him.

They weren't making much progress through the snow, so without waiting for Skylar to argue, the Athena camper picked her up bridal style and waded through the blizzard, relying on Teilo to guide them both to safety. "Ghosts?" The wind nearly drowned out the question. "You mean you saw... You saw Audra?" He couldn't help but try looking around, searching for a seemingly undiscoverable spirit of the camper who died so many years ago. "Why would her ghost still be here?" He gave Teilo a look of bewilderment and wonder; children of the underworld gods had such cool abilities. Skylar could do literal magic when she wasn't, you know, freezing to death. "Just stay with me, Skylar. Not much further now."

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

The wonder of it snowing in the summer faded slowly, and once she was satisfied with her answer of wind as the culprit, she closed the door behind her, only to find an even bigger surprise waiting just inside. The woman yelped and clasped her hands over her mouth, the letter drifting lazily to the floor. "H-How did you get in here?!" She demanded, recovering from her shock. The receptionist sighed slowly, taking a second to examine Vivienne more closely. "Unless... you aren't here for our clients, are you?" The air in the building felt oddly still, but that was just the tip of the iceberg. The woman gestured to her right, where a comfortable seating area sat nestled against the wall. Three other guests sat amongst the chairs and couches, one reading the newspaper while the other two spoke to each other in hushed tones. Despite the darkness in the room, they were unmistakable. Even the woman herself seemed to share their strange aura; not that of a god, but unnatural nonetheless. "I don't think I've ever seen a reaper with a pet."