Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 2:09 pm

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Val nods and says to chuck “dude do you know anyone else that need to get out of the cold?”

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 2:17 pm

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Med Tent Gang, Juliet|

If her body had any heat to give, Mirabelle was sure she would be blushing in embarrassment right about now. She cursed the fact that she was too weak to even do something as simple as stand up on her own at the moment. Though blackness threatened at the corners of her vision and her legs certainly felt shaky under her, guilt bubbled up inside. Even in as bad shape as she was, she couldn't bear to think that she'd caused anyone else worry. Least of all Juliet, especially after they'd left things between them... Still, it was heartening to know that the daughter of Hermes still cared, at least a little bit. She steeled her resolve. She could push through this. She could do this on her own. Totally.
“D-don’t... worry about me. I’m f-f-fine.” Her voice sounded alien to her, as if it were coming from somewhere outside of her body. It’s usually chipper and focused tone now practically sagged with exhaustion. The chattering teeth and hoarse tonality only further undermined her claim of perfect health.

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Medical Tent|Tags:Med tent gang, Mira|

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. If by fine, you mean moderately hypothermic, then you're super-duper fine!" Juliet quipped, rolling her eyes. "Stop fighting me on this already! Gods, Mira, I swear, you must have some Ares blood in you with how stubborn and thick-headed you can be sometimes." Her smirk faltered a bit when her snarky comment was met with a weak glare. She didn't know what she'd been expecting, but Mira's lackluster response certainly said something about her current state. "Ugh. Whatever. Let's just get you to the Big House so you can warm up properly." A sudden notion struck Juliet, and she turned to glance at her rather sodden charge. "On second thought, might wanna stop by your cabin first - to take off that armour and get you into some warmer clothes."
Mirabelle nodded, a slow, tired response.
Good. At least she's actually hearing me, Juliet reckoned. Now. How in Hades am I gonna get her to Cabin 10 on my own? Not to mention the Big House. Sure, Juliet was muscular, but she doubted she could support Mira's weight all the way across camp. The thought of carrying her bridal-style crossed her mind, but Juliet wasn't exactly the most muscular demigod around. A dry, armourless Mira she could handle, but drenched, armoured, and blanket-clad Mira? Even Juliet had to admit her capabilities had hit a wall there.

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Med Tent Gang, Val, Draco, Skylar, Juliet, Mira|

Chuck nodded at Val' suggestion. "Like, yeah, totally," he agreed, watching as the daughter of Apollo hoisted the sleeping Skylar onto the new centaur's back. "Probably best to like, let her get some rest, you know?" His gaze travelled back to the other wounded and otherwise incapacitated demigods. He nearly choked on his own spit at the sight of Juliet helping Mira up - Chuck hadn't exactly been privy to their big blowout fight, but he'd had to deal with the aftermath. Not that he hadn't enjoyed being Mira's shoulder to cry on; he loved helping out his friends. The fact that Mira was even allowing Juliet to touch her, let alone support her, gave away just how terrible she must have been feeling.
He was instantly distracted by Val's voice once more, and he tilted his head as he listened to her and Draco's words. "Uh... like, yeah, but she's not gonna be happy about it," he bleated, pointing a thumb towards Mirabelle's direction. "I like, overheard Juliet talking about gettin her into some warmer clothes or something? So like, maybe get her to Cabin 10 before the Big House, you know?"

|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Harper's|Tags: Nicholas|

Vivienne was so focused on the mental poem recitation that she barely noticed when Nicholas addressed her the first time. As he spoke further, she promptly brought her mind back into the moment and regarded him with a calculative stare. Her attention quickly switched to the ring when it was slid onto the bar before her, eyeing it with a cold curiosity.
Stygian iron, she silently remarked, twirling the small piece of jewellery in her elegant fingers. As I had suspected. This confirmed her prior musings about his status as a god of death, or so she thought. The symbol branded into the metal band certainly held her interest - she'd never seen anything like it before, in any of the pantheons she'd studied. Though questions swirled in her mind, she resolved to keep them to herself. She was here to deliver a message - not to be nosy. Vivienne's brow furrowed in confusion when the suspected god placed a plate full of... food? in her vicinity. Eyeing the strange substances within warily, she plucked a singular fry from the heap for inspection. If it had been warm on the plate, it certainly wasn't now - her own chilly aura had a tendency to do that. Of course, she could have simply pulled it back, but... she was a bit too nervous to do so. In her experience, her abilities didn't react well when she attempted to control them in a state of anxiety. Disregarding the fact that the morsel had been unintentionally cooled, she looked it over. Crisp, salted outside... she broke open the French fry experimentally. Soft inside. Could this be - ? Only one test left to make sure. Vivienne popped the fry into her mouth in a swift, decided motion. Some sort of fried potato, she realised as the flavour overwhelmed her tastebuds. The word French fry suddenly surfaced out of the depths of her memory. The last time she'd had French fries, or anything deep-fried, for that matter, was... before Camp Half-Blood. Reverting her face to its typical stoic expression, she quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. Nonetheless, she continued nibbling on the fries as she waited for Nicholas to finish his... bar duties, or whatever they were called.
When the older man seemed to have a reprieve from his occupation, she straightened her posture ever so slightly and directed her intense gaze towards him. "It is no bother," she stated in response to his apology. Though, in actuality, she secretly wished they could have met somewhere less... Crowded. Loud. Boisterous. Those were all words that came to mind when describing the energy around her. "Getting down to business." Despite her apprehension, her voice was steady, cold, and crisp. "My mother - Khione - says to begin work on your portion of the plan as soon as possible." Spoken as if Vivienne had any idea of what Nicholas' part even was. It is not your job to question, she reminded herself. If Khione had seen fit for her to know, she would have said something. Right?

My gallery · by **takara** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 3:30 pm

Something was off with Orin. Probably. Ophelia didn't know him well enough to tell for sure. She was going to let it slide for now, to confront him and his grating attitude later, but then he did something that she couldn't ignore. 'Out of my way!' He snarled at Jamie, and something like instinct kicked in. She charged after him, everything that ached inside her on fire. "Hey, "Head-in-the-clouds, She called rushing toward him. She had absolutely no idea what she planned to do, but she was beyond caring.
She caught the end of his sleeve. "What, in the gods names, was that for?" She growled, her dark blue eyes turning stormy as she glared up at him.

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!

Hank crashed through the snow, eager to be done with his mission. He kept his eyes open for the centaur, who would've been easy to spot on a normal day. Luckily, his skills as a hunter gave him a leg up, for once.
He dragged his feet through the snow, regretting leaving his ancient snowshoes back at home. They probably don't fit anymore, he mused, frowning as he tried to envision his home and only came up with a hazy image of their common area, done up as it was back whenever with mounted trophies, tired furniture, and half-finished crafts. His mom would've changed it up by now, it only made sense. She'd be working on a different wood burning project, long finished with the jackalope she'd been carving special for his wall. 'I'm making one, just for you, so you can say it's real!' She'd joked, ruffling his hair. The thought choked him up a bit. Home...it wasn't as easy as subject as it had once been, what with camp and all.

He almost walked right into the Cabin 7 door, but Izzy's armour prevented him from slamming into it. He winced. Sorry girl, I didn't think we'd be sending it back for repairs so soon! He made short work of entering and plopping it on his bed, before ducking out once more, this time with a mission.

He stood outside the door a moment, considering his options. Chiron usually hung out at the medical tent, but that was probably changed because of the snow. What exactly would change that? he wondered, then a thought struck him, and he was off, racing toward the woods.

After a long sprint, he finally spied the centaur talking with some nymphs and satyrs near cabin 20. He threw up his hands and called out "Chiron! We need you at the medic tent," as he slid to a halt.
For his part, Chiron frowned at the boy. "Henry, what is this about the medical tent? Slow down and explain," He said in his steady, didactic manner.
"Campers are piling up in the medical tent sir, we need your help," He said slowly, looking nervously up at the centaur.
"I'll see right to it," The centaur said, before turning back to the assembled group. "As I was saying. Satyrs, split up to find any missing campers, or chilled magical beings and bring them back to camp or get them settled in Cabin 20. Everyone else, enter Cabin 20 and warm up." He finished with a nod before returning his gaze to Hank. He seemed to look around the child of Apollo a moment before saying anything. "Henry, you have a service dog for a reason, please keep her with you. For now, get yourself up to the Big House." He said exasperatedly before taking off in the direction of the medical tent. Hank sighed and set off as ordered, a frown settling on his face at the reminder of his inadequacy.

Someone staggered down the steps, and Aggy paused to watch them pass. It was the Orin boy from earlier, but something about him was different. She could feel an emotion coming off him in waves....anger? desperation? Are these things all demigods just know? She wondered, watching him storm past. She wrinkled her brow, but plowed on, intending to meet Auggie in the Big House.

She hopped up the steps, and onto the porch, grateful to finally be on solid ground. She moved to hold her hands out in a "look mom, I didn't get myself killed today" stance, but frowned when she realized that no one was there to see her, and certainly not her mom. Being away from her felt wrong, but so far today she'd be able to cover up the feeling with excitement and bravado and one too many threats. She shook her head to clear it, and swung open the door, entering the infamous Big House. Her eyes alit on one of the mugs from earlier, and she made a a beeline for it, a smile once again rising to her face. Maybe camp wouldn't be so bad. After all, they had cocoa!

My gallery · by **sammy,** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 3:43 pm

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outside, he was confronted with a cold breeze - one that brushed the hair that normally hung against his forehead into the air. it was a welcomed feeling, a nice touch - the icy hand that scratched against his skin, the low ache in his suddenly uncovered ears, identical to the one that buzzed in the hands that were either clenched in on themselves or clutching at the dagger that seemed to fit so well. the snow that had fallen on the ground put the little bubble of camp into a monochrome state. that felt right. where the trees had once been green, they were now a dull grey, only lit by the slowly rising moon. light came from the big house, orange and gentle, but he wasn't looking at it. just at the cast of the moon, the beams that beat ceaselessly down.

it would have been a nice nature walk. it would have, if not for the hand that was gripping at his sleeve, the voice that he didn't want to hear. orin jerked his arm out of the hand that was attached to the arm that belonged to ophelia and felt his jaw set. "with undue respect, ophelia," he started, still deadly calm. "i am not in the mood for your brock." in his other hand, he turned the dagger back into a lighter, clicked it a few times. on and off, on and off, a noise that served as a little mantra. he had to do something with his hands, and reason was telling him that grabbing the daughter of aphrodite and throwing her to the ground for daring to touch him seemed antisocial. "leave it, alright? just leave it. just let me be on my way. for a moment. for one, shining moment, just leave me alone. i'm not dealing with this right now." there was no inflection, just a tone that was as cold as the air that pricked the skin on the back of his neck. "off you go. you've been called to the big house. don't wanna go against mr. d's' orders, do you?" he looked her dead in the eye, silently challenging her perceived authority. "i am telling you now, go away."

My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 3:59 pm

|Draco Eqquum-magno|19|Draft Centaur|He/him|Gay|The late Pan|Location: The medical tent|Tags: medical tent people, Chuck|

"So are we taking anymore or is it just this one to cabin 10 and then the big house?" Draco asked Chuck.

As Draco got more nervous he started to pick at the skin between his tattoos. He didn't realize that he had picked at the skin until he felt a sticky liquid touch his hand and looked down only to see a trickle of blood. Draco wiped it off not wanting anyone to notice it after all he was here to help not get wounded himself. He wouldn't be any help wounded and then Chiron might kick him out since he wouldn't be helping. Then where would he go?

Draco's shoulders drooped a little at the thought, but he quickly straightened up as if the thought had never happened even though it was still rolling in his brain. He had to be strong. He was supposed to be a trainer after all if they saw him showing weakness then they would think him unfit for the job. And besides what use was a weak trainer?

My gallery · by **takara** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 4:13 pm

Orin pulled his hand away, that part made sense. But his words were off, way off for someone who'd earned the nickname "Lofty" for more than just his height. But something inside her was burning, and his comments were even worse than usual, throwing gasoline on her flames.
She did not leave. She trailed a finger along her bracelet, snugging her finger into the release mechanism.
His comments were acidic, but they felt like rain upon her skin, reminding her to live. "Want to burn me? You'll have better luck with that," She hissed, waving a hand at his lighter.

His comment about Mr. D hit her like a ton of bricks. She shook her head, far too hard, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "You're in luck," She waved a hand extragantly at herself. "I'm the one kid they won't remember. I'm already legally dead." She said, playing a smirk over her lips.
It was better than the alternative. That's what happens when you go missing for too long, when you've been through so many towns that your name is a ghost on someone's lips, their image of you a blurred out version of your 6 year old smile. Hey dad, can you hear me? It's your daughter!
No, not one of the legit ones. The one you raised for 15 years? Yeah, her.

My gallery · by **Kveykva** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 4:44 pm

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Nail on the head. Aiden tended to be gentle when it came to touchy topics; generally, he was very good at coaxing people to open up. Teilo didn't seem to appreciate the sentiment. "Right," he went to scratch the back of his head, recoiling once he felt the injury. Perhaps he should've allowed the Apollo campers to look it over. "I… I wanted to ask about the ghosts." He admitted. "You told me they were everywhere outside of camp because they can't get through the barrier. It's because of your heritage, obviously." For once, Aiden struggled to put his thoughts together. "Your powers probably extend to them in some way, you just haven't discovered the extent of your abilities. Normally, you'd come to Camp Half-Blood, discover your godly blood, and bond over it with siblings. Half-siblings." He specified. "That's what I did. That's pretty much what everyone else did. If you didn't have any siblings in camp at the time, usually you could ask around and get the gist of what your siblings are capable of. I don't think you're going to get that luxury, Teilo." A little roundabout, but eventually the child of Athena got to his point.

"You're a first." He paused on the downwards slope out of the forest, trying his best to give the conversation some semblance of privacy. "I don't know how many of the Greek mythology classes you attended while you were here, since I know I never saw you at my combat classes. But they teach you about all the gods, which myths are true, which are exaggerated, which are anglicized, et cetera et cetera. Thanatos is a virgin god, like my mother, actually. It's--complicated. Basically, I'm, no joke, someone's brainchild. Don't ask me how that works, because I have no idea. I don't know if that's your case. Chiron's never said anything about a child of Thanatos, and there's nothing about one in mythology either. At least, not that I've heard. So I think you're a first, and if you want to start figuring out where you fit into all this, those ghosts are your best bet to start."

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Nicholas busied himself cleaning bar glasses while he and Vivienne discussed their supposed "family emergency." He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the way Vivienne spoke to him; cold and clinical, so boring. Like mother, like daughter. he thought with a sigh. "So she's sent for me, then?" He confirmed. "Alright, you can let her know I'm informed." He set a row of glasses up to dry. "That damn, shrewd woman. I hope you know she didn't give me much of a head's up on what exactly she wants me to do, either. All I know is she wanted the Doors of Death for the Half-Blood campers." He purposely specified Camp Half-Blood to avoid revealing what Khione kept hidden. "Am I supposed to send you back with a legion of undead or something?" He paused. "You know, that's actually not a bad idea." Nicholas plucked the Stygian Iron ring from the counter, returning it to his left ring finger. She felt his divine aura ever so briefly, the sensation gone just as quickly as it arrived.

"I'm sure Khione would be welcome to whatever aid I can provide, so I'll bolster your numbers with a few of my own to tide her over until I get there. I've got a meeting on Tuesday I can't miss, but after that, I'm all yours." He leaned against the bar top, addressing Vivienne directly. "And unlike Khione, it seems, I prefer my allies are informed." He extended a hand to her in greeting, meeting her frozen gaze with a piercing one. Amethyst met ice, both sets of eyes sharing similar intensity, yet there was something more within Nick's. Something within their depths felt ancient, primordial even. "Death, one of the four horsemen. I look forward to working with you, Vivienne."

My gallery · by **rabbit_with_a_fedora** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 7:44 pm

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❨ hunter of Artemis ❩ ❨ lieutenant ❩ ❨ ♀/25 years ❩ ❨ daughter of Pluto ❩ ❨ tags: Azzy ❩

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“Well well well, it’s the Lieutenant of Artemis who commanded a Royal-class escorter ship in the Second World War, who supplied the Brits with food and arms when they were bombed by the Germans, who landed on Juno beach on D-Day and beat the hell out of the Germans, who liberated the Dutch. It’s the lieutenant of Artemis who could very well rip your face off. And as for what I’m doing here, shouldn’t you know?”

“The hunters of Artemis, especially the main group, circulate around the world, heading to places once in a while whilst tracking monsters. This week, it’s time for Camp Half-Blood.”

“Floreen, take Samantha and Janice, along with your dogs, and see if you can find any more campers out in the cold. Yao Ming, you and Lockness can go with them to transport any stray campers back to the Big House. The cold is no place for the wounded.”

“Trust me, I know. Men have died in the snow. All Americans, though. The rest of you, set up camp in Cabin 8 and then find me at the Big House. Chiron has a lot to explain, though I don’t mind the snow.”

“Smug attitude, bold manner, you’re a daughter of Nike, aren’t you? Your pride should be of use, though this is an exception. If you don’t want more of your pride to be torn apart, I’d suggest you turn around and head to the medical tent as fast as your victorious legs can carry you. Surely you’re not to focused on your pride to be of use. And trust me, I’ve been in Parliaments, I know how to talk.”

My gallery · by **KestrelTheFirecat** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 7:51 pm

Azmaril tags open

the tall daughter of nike forwns and walks towards her cabin

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Thu Dec 31, 2020 8:46 pm

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Outside Big House|tags:Ophelia,Orin

Jamie had immediately complied when Orin snapped at him on his way out of the Big House, stepping to the side without a second thought. The son of Zeus was clearly upset about something and Jamie wasn’t about to pick a fight over a harsh tone. He didn’t really question it anyways, people being annoyed or harsh with him didn’t bother him. He was about to move on and continue walking, wanting to get inside as quickly as possible when he realized Ophelia was no longer beside him.

He turned around and realized with a twinge of panic that she’d grabbed Orin by the sleeve and was now arguing with him loudly. It was hard to hear over the frigid wind, but he could tell by their expressions that threats were being dealt. Was that because of him? Although he was grateful Ophelia would stand up for him—if that was in fact what she was doing—he really didn’t want any part in this.

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