Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Val tags adien

Val spots adien and says “ i..I...I don’t know” She looks at the house

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Laurel tags open

The daughter of zues breaths deeply and Chanel’s her power. She breaths trying to gather up the wind and try to stableize the house. She mixes bolth her lightning and wind power and she closes her eyes lifting up barely in the air. The house stabilizing and floating in the air. She focuses and tries to use the lighting to create stable coulums and hears the flashing of thunder and forcing the lightning into the couloms

[sammy,]

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
dining pavilion
thanatos
mentioned: aiden
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the babble that seemed to fall from his mouth seemed to have some kind of impact. that was good. it would have been rather embarrassing to have gone off on a spiel about sosban fach to no known benefit to either of them. he waited patiently, running his thumb over the back of aiden's hand - careful to avoid the irritated skin - slowly and methodically. he wasn't quite the hugging type - and in scenarios like this, it was probably for the best. he didn't want to engulf aiden in a hug that would sink him further into panic.

he repeated the order quietly, and teilo winced. it wasn't looking very good for them in the grand scheme of things. "that's all we can do right now," he nodded, though he was neglecting to do it himself. just a smidge of hypocrisy.

"um -" he buffered at the question. he knew the answer - intrinsically, the number fluttered around his chest, but he wasn't sure whether he wanted to say it. but the son of athena deserved the truth, no matter how awful it was, no matter how dark the night or how grand the storm. "eighteen." he said, through a throat that was closing of its own accord. "i -" there were no words to say. no 'sorry's would suffice. it felt like the end of the line. "just - just breathing for now."

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
big house
zeus - counselor
mentioned: laika,
laurel
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orin resented the way she spoke about the fallen campers, reducing them to nothing more than 'bodies'. inconveniences in the grand scheme of things. he wondered if that was a result of immortality - he wasn't quite sure just how long she had lived, but clearly, it was enough to become separated from the concept of death altogether. he never wanted that for himself. he wanted it to hurt every time. that meant that it mattered, that meant that he would feel forced to do something in the future to prevent the same tragedies from happening. "if i gave my life, you mean," he said. "you'll keep going until the final battle. you should be on a tirade through this house, and you're worried about a hurty shoulder. if i were immortal, i wouldn't be very bothered about it."

finished with the scathing comments, still frustrated with her disconnect to humanity, he walked behind laika, nursing the amalgamating pains in his head and trying to fight off the nausea. was that from the knock or the stress? he supposed he'd find out later, if later came.

he had been prepared to make a biting comment in response to her, but lost it in the air. there was no point. save it for later. he was angry and he was upset and everywhere he stepped, every word he spoke, every blink of his eyes seemed to trigger a hidden landmine. more problems, more issues, and then -

bolts of electricity, gusts of projected wind. holding the house together, keeping it under control. "oh, you beauty," he said. "there we are. there we go. come on, laurel!" he cheered, the moment a brief respite from the dire circumstances. a light at the end of the tunnel.

orin wasted no more time, using the new and bright support beams to duck and weave through the house. survivors - as promised, surrounded by those who weren't so lucky. "come on, come on. here. we're here. can you jump out the window? can you do that for me? i'll cushion it for you. it'll be alright. all of you, come on." he pulled the gaggle from where they had been trapped, led them to a window that had long since shattered, and ferried them out of it - watching as they landed softly on a pillow of concentrated air. considering he had laurel in his sights at the opening, he waved to her wildly. "nice one!" he shouted, unsure of whether his voice would carry.

it seemed that was it. which meant that the bodies were the only things left to return to the outside. "i'll do the rest," he said to laika. "go and... i don't know. do something. i'll manage on my own."

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Laurel tags Orin

Laurel hears Orin’s voice and pushes her line of focus deeper into what she’s doing.

[takara]

Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Cabin 10 | tags: Mirabelle | mentions:

Ophelia made her way to Mira's bed, shifting around bags and freshly inhabited beds. Her head hurt, but there was no way it was as bad as Mirabelle's migraine, the girl had almost fallen over. She frowned, focused on plowing her way there and back as quickly as possible.
When she got to Mira's bed, her stuff was just as neat and organized as expected. Are those drawers...color coded? Ophelia wondered, cautiously reaching a hand out to tug at one. She paused, nibbling the inside of her cheek in thought. What if I break something? She'll kill me for sure. She passed a furtive look back at Mira, who seemed to be zoned out on Ophelia's bed, and steeled herself up.

She reached for the nearest shelf, and gave it a careful pull, relieved when it slid out with ease. Undergarments, socks, wrong drawer! She pushed it back in, her nerves flaring up when it caught on a knot and had to be pulled back out before it could be returned. At least she's too out of it to yell at me, she thought, then hated herself for it. She let out a heavy sigh when it finally slid back in, and moved to the next drawer up, a little shallower than the previous one. Celexa, midol,, she tugged the drawer out further to reach the back. Ah, there it- her eye caught on an old picture of Mira? At least, probably Mira. The girl had dyed hair and enough eyeliner for a raccoon. A girl after my own heart, she thought warmly.
That's not the heart I saw. A voice whispered in her head, but she ignored it, studying the picture.
Standing next to her, an arm casually wrapped around her shoulder, was a man who shared Mira's smile. I've seen him before...but where? She knitted her brows together, and her eyes finally alit on the Tylenol. She grabbed it and closed the drawer a little too eagerly, as if she'd just been caught snooping.

With the medication in hand, locating the bottled water wasn't too difficult. A box rested neatly beneath Mira's bed, next to her shoes. She pulled out two bottles, then shoved it back underneath, not as neatly as Mira had placed it, but out of the way just the same.

She made her way back to Mira, nearly tripping over the scattered luggage. The cleaning harpies are having a field day tonight, she thought drily.
She offered a bottle to Mira, and opened the cap to spill two pills out into her hands. She locked the lid back up, then held her palm out to Mira. "You ready?" She asked, as if they were getting superpowers or something from them. The thought brought a small smile to Ophelia's face.

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabin 10|Tags: Ophelia|

Ophelia's voice brought Mirabelle out of her scattered thoughts. She jumped ever so slightly, tugging the blankets around her shivering shoulders. "Y-Yeah," she managed, reaching out to pluck one of the Tylenol pills from her friend's hand. "Um - thanks." As her finger's brushed Ophelia's hand, the realisation hit her of just how much warmer her skin felt in comparison to Mirabelle's own. Hypothermia. It all made sense now - her lightheadedness, difficulty getting warm, muddled thoughts, blurry memories - all classic symptoms of moderate hypothermia. She'd learned how to identify and treat a decent amount of conditions from the Apollo cabin in years previous, as well as her own research in effort to better take care of her friends and fellow campers. Never had she thought she'd be using said research on herself.
With that thought, she dragged her mind back into the moment. She accepted a bottle of water from Ophelia, and quickly swallowed the pain reliever with practised ease. It were certainly larger than the Celexa, but she had no issue in getting it down nonetheless. A small sigh escaped her lips. "O - Ophelia," she stammered, addressing the other girl without meeting her eyes. "I - I'm sorry." Her tone dripped with guilt. "You're the one who's upset - I should be taking care of you, not the other way around." A shameful blush coloured her pallid cheeks - or, at least, it would have, if her body wasn't trying to conserve its heat.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Big House|Tags: Big House Gang, Cass, Laurel|

Juliet rashly disregarded her head counselor's request to wait, instead rushing into the collapsing building. The dust stung her eyes as she slid under a partially collapsed beam, narrowly dodging a piece of falling debris. She sent a silent thanks to her godly father for her speediness and quick reflexes. She scanned for injured campers amongst the rubble, but the dust was making it difficult for her to see anything.
And all of a sudden, wind started blowing from out of nowhere. What in Olympus - Her thought was cut short as a massive piece of wood came flying out of nowhere, hitting her directly in the shoulderblade. She grunted as pain shot down her right side, raising her left hand to grip the . Thankfully, the debris hadn't hit her with a sharp portion, but the blunt force alone was enough to render her right arm useless. Probably dislocated. She swore loudly, though she doubted it would be heard above the chaos.
"The ONE time I try to help people!" Lightning flashed in the air around her. What the heck is going on? With all the wind and electricity building, Juliet had been totally turned around. She had no idea where she was in the house. She figured that moving with the gusts blowing debris everywhere was probably a terrible idea, so she resolved to stay put until things calmed down enough for her to navigate. It's not like she could be of any use to anyone anyway, what with a probably dislocated shoulder and all.
Decided, Juliet crouched down low and attempted to take cover behind a broken table.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Outside Big House|Tags: Big House Gang, Open, Draco (mentioned)|

"Deep breaths. Feel your roots spreading into the earth, steady, solid, unshakable; like the great oak tree." Mira's voice rang out in his head. Despite how many times he'd insisted she sounded like some cheesy hippie yoga instructor - or his mom, for that matter - the imagery certainly did help. He envisioned his hooves becoming roots, his body a long trunk, his arms branches and his head a verdant canopy. His eyes closed. He breathed deeply, in through his nose and out through his mouth. Grounded.
When he opened his eyes again, the tears were drying on his freckled face. His heart still broke at all the horrors he was beholding, but one thought rang out above all else.
Chiron. I gotta find Chiron.
He scanned the crowd of gathered beings for any sign of the centaur. He certainly saw a centaur - though not the one he was looking for. His disappointment quickly morphed into hope, however, when he spotted Mr. D materialising nearby. The wine god was cradling something in his arms. Upon closer inspection, Chuck noticed that it was Seymour; the sentient stuffed leopard head usually hanging on the Big House wall.
"Uh - like - Mr. D - your grapeliness, sir," he stammered, tentatively approaching the god. His life flashed before his eyes when Mr. D turned to him with the most ferocious expression he'd ever seen on anyone's face.
"I will destroy that stuck-up snow goddess and her little wannabe," he snarled. "Attacking camp? Yeah yeah, whatever, it happens, blah blah blah. But destroying my home!?" His eyes burned with rage.
Chuck slowly backed away, hands in the air. "Uh... yeah... I'm just gonna... leave you to that..." the satyr bleated out before quickly turning back the way he'd come. The discarded bags of medical supplies laying despondently in the snow drew his attention. Like, maybe I can still be useful, or something. He nearly tripped over his own hooves as he ran to retrieve them.
"Like, anyone need fist-aid? I have supplies and stuff!" He called out over the din, waving his hands in the air to gain attention.

|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Peak of Mount Marcy|Tags: N/A|

After collecting herself after her... rather embarrassing show of emotion, Vivienne figured she should get herself to bed. Her slowly mounting exhaustion now weighed on her like Sisyphus' boulder. A glimpse around told her that Ozymandias had departed - most likely back to the gryphon colony that inhabited the peak. She wasn't necessarily worried about how they were handling the swirling nexus of snow; gryphons were used to conditions such as this. She'd read many times that they typically inhabit northern regions.
Now seemingly alone, she allowed herself to relax ever so slightly. As she stared up at the cavernous ceiling, her mind raced to comprehend all of the events of that day. Death - the Four Horsemen - all of that was real. What else could possibly be true? There are many myths and legends I've researched in my day. Now, she had to face the possibility that maybe they weren't as mythical as one might think. The fact that she'd even met Death; literal Abrahamic theology Death, was still rather boggling. Especially the fact of how... blended, he'd seemed. He fit right into mortal society - or at least, her limited understanding of it. And he even prepared refreshments for me. The thought filled her with a strange mix of emotions; confusion at the forefront. Why had he done that? It wasn't necessary in the slightest. Perhaps an attempt at politeness? she pondered, but that still didn't seem to add up.
Blinking to clear her thoughts, she rolled over onto her side. Right. I must focus on recharging my body. Where is an alliance with Hypnos when you need one?

[FerretMonarch]

|Draco Eqquum-magno|19|Draft Centaur|He/him|Gay|The late Pan|Location: The bighouse|Tags: Auggie, Hank|

Draco took a deep breath as he helped hoist himself out of the hole.

"I'm sorry." He gasped as he finally got out.
"I didn't think I was going to loose it like that." Draco was whispering as well as he could with being in pain before freezing up when he heard the boards above them creak.

"Okay, yep, lets go great idea. Miss I don't actually know your name sorry." Draco said his words running together.

Draco grabbed Hank putting the camper on his left shoulder and keeping a hand on the small of his back.

"Are ya okay to walk?" Draco asked getting up and leaning heavily on his left side.

"No time ah'm carrying ya." Draco said hearing the boards creak just a bit too much for comfort.

Draco grabbed the girl and placed her on his other shoulder before limping out of the house.

"Ah should be sorry, but ah'm not." Draco said while putting the girl down and handing Hank to a random camper to take to the Apollo camper.

"Are ya a'ight?" Draco asked the girl.
Draco sat down on the grass and took off his prosthetic leg, turning into his centaur form and bandaging up his leg.

[sunhorsestar]

Karter Zael | Hades | Tagging: Draco | Location: Camp


When things had gone downhill, Karter had fled the scene of the drama at once. He didn’t care that it was a coward's move, he’d rather be cowardly than dead. However, after having escaped it all, he stopped to take in his surroundings, shivering in the cold of the snow. I really AM a coward. I should’ve stayed to help. I should’ve stood my ground... Karter's heart sank. His gaze shifted to Draco, sitting on the grass and snow with a...prosthetic leg. Karter hadn’t noticed before, and curiously, the brunette wandered closer.

"Hey man... you okay over there? Caught in that whole mess?" He guessed, raising an eyebrow and shoving his ice-cold hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

[FerretMonarch]

|Draco Eqquum-magno|19|Draft Centaur|He/him|Gay|The late Pan|Location: The bighouse|Tags: Karter|

Draco smiled a smile so bright it challenged Apollo's blaze.

"Yeah ah fell through the floor and mah leg got a bit damaged. Ah'm trying ta figure out if it can be salvaged or not."

The leg in question had been pierced through both sides and it was clear the leg couldn't be saved.

"Guess ah'm stuck as a centaur for a bit." Draco said whilst giving Karter another smile.

'Ah hope he doesn't realize my smile's fake.' Draco thought.

He got up standing on his leg to test it out. Draco bit back a scream; tears creating rivulets and pain threatening to overrun him. Flopping onto the ground Draco let out a small whimper.

"I'm fine." Draco said his normally deep voice coming out as raspy and laced with pain.
He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince more; himself or Karter.

[sunhorsestar]

Karter Zael | Hades | Tagging: Draco | Location: Camp


Karter was rarely a sympathetic person. He cared for himself, he did what he needed to in order to survive, day in, day out. That was all, but he had known terrible injury. He raised his hand to brush against the scar on his neck, then drew it away and fixed his eyes on the draft centaur.

"Whoa hey!" He lunged forward to try and catch his arm to ease the fall, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to properly help support his weight. "Hey, man...we need to get you help like, now. Lemme help ya. I dunno where people’re at right now, but I can get'cha to the Big House where someone can come check ya," he offered.