Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes/Cabin|11|Head Counselor|Loc:Campfire|Tags:Hermes Cabin,open|Mentions:open
Cass walked back to her cabin before sitting down on her bunk getting ready Edgar perched at the head of the bed waiting for his treats. After her cabinmates settled down a couple came up and gave Edgar some birdseed and pets, Cass glad to see her cabinmates smiling. After everyone went to bed Cass opened the door and Edgar flew off into the night. Cass awoke with a small grumble before lifting her head to see most of her cabin asleep. Cass got up looked out the window slightly startled by the sight of snow before she remembered everything that happened yesterday she let out a small sigh, before reaching into her suitcase for her clothes trying not to disturb her sleeping cabinmates. Cass took out a Queen band T-shirt and her favorite red flannel and a pair of blue jeans before heading into the bathroom. Cass had slept pretty decently considering the circumstances, no nightmares or weird dreams just dreamless sleep which she would take considering what a nightmare yesterday was. Cass walked back over to her bed before calling out "Grumble and groan campers it's time to wake up" which several of her cabinmates did just that. Cass settled down on her bed grabbing a black beanie and some friendship bracelets string making sure no one saw her doing so, waiting for all of her campers to get ready.

[sammy,]

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
cabin one - h.b. hill
zeus - counselor
mentioned: caspia
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the morning came with peach-tinged sunlight sifting through the window of cabin one. it would have been nice, if not for the fact that orin had been tossing and turning since four.
if anything, he was thankful for the excuse to get up, to do something, to move his restless bones and throw them into action that would excuse the anxiety in his chest.

so, quietly, he rose, got himself dressed - his beloved jacket somehow having survived the day before, brushed his teeth, avoiding his ghastly, almost macabre reflection, and drifted out.
there was still snow on the ground, which meant that yesterday had not been a nightmare.

he had known that, of course, but had remained slightly hopeful about it. he could have put down the bruises to hitting his head on something, could have excused the pain in his chest for indigestion rather than heartache. no matter. it was done now, and there wasn't much he could do about it.

so he walked, erring toward the ruins of the big house and past them, frowning all the way. orin's feet led him toward half-blood hill. perhaps, in his haze, his body was trying to tell him to get out, to leave as soon as he could. perhaps it would have been better that way.
he reached the hill and stood on its peak, looking around at the world outside. all snow-covered, all the same monotony.

and then, a flash of red.
hair. blazing hair. hair that looked like a beacon in comparison to the dull, wet landscape. he didn't recognise her. there were two other figures, too, a couple of hundred metres to the right, but they didn't draw his eye in the same way.

"hey!" he called, not recognising his own voice for a moment. the word came without allowing itself to be stemmed, and then he was in the thick of things. "are you - you good?"

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𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚜
the lake
aphrodite
mentioned: open
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the journey from las vegas to new york was a long one.
but it was not one that shocked her. of course, celeste was in awe at the plane, at the people, their little devices, but she never expressed these things. kept a stiff upper lip, kept her eyes on the window outside. every so often, she would ask the nervous-looking moss a question, and he would do his best to answer. he seemed a tad scared of her. she had no idea why.

the only outward shock she displayed, in fact, was in a shop that they stopped in after they landed. first was the initial sight that sent her mind spiralling - ("bananas!?") and then, when moss procured a packet of cigarettes from the vendor, paying with a small slab of plastic, and handed them to her. celeste's eyes had been drawn to the writing on the side, and wide-eyed and near-distraught, she was confronted with the facts that had never been made clear to her in her tenure on 'real' earth. ("what does 'smoking kills' mean?")

that aside, they reached the promised camp without much of a hitch. moss had spoken about it extensively - it seemed the only topic he had a strong grasp on (aside from gardening and, oddly, cricket) - and it seemed -
well, just as he had described it. except covered in a thin white blanket of snow.

upon entry, passing a pine that marked an apparently invisible barrier, moss turned, stared above her head. "aphrodite! that... that makes sense,"
"i'm sorry?" she frowned, searching for what he was staring at.
"you've been claimed. by aphrodite. i thought you would be. you, uh.. seemed the type."
"oh," a few blinks, and then a sharp nod. "i won't pretend to know what you mean by that, but i'll hope that it's a compliment."
"well, it means you can - i mean, you could go to your cabin now. or have a little explore. i'm gonna.. i'm gonna talk to chiron. about - well, about you, and i don't know if you should be there. it'd be kinda awkward,"
"yes, it would be," she confirmed. "okay. i'll - which is my cabin?"
"number ten," he looked nervously between her and the camp, but seemed to believe that his job was done. "okay. i'll - see you around, yeah?"
"i'd assume so," and with that, he was off, bounding in a direction that she could not have put a name to.

which left her alone, and - notably - rather confused. regardless, she began to walk. over the hill, past a desecrated building, and toward a lake that caught her eye in the morning sun's glimmer - which, upon reaching, she stood on the bank of, looking over it and the rest of the world respectively.
she'd missed quite a lot.

[norvina!]

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬☀️
(seventeen;female;posideon)
(walking to camp)(tags;orin)

caspia kept treading forward, her feet dragging in the snow the camp ahead became visible as she continued to walk giving her some sense of hope that there was somewhere to go. although she still felt hurt and generally just confused, she atleast had a place to go. who knows, maybe she'd actually belong here. the sun beamed down on her, warming her as she trudged in the snow. she nearly jumped as she heard a voice call out to her, quickly looking up she spotted a boy ahead of her.

was he another camper? should she respond, then again she didn't have any reason not to. "uh, yeah I'm okay.." she awkwardly responded, walking forward trying to get a good look at the boy. "I'm supposed to be here for a camp? am I in the right place?" she asked, letting her other bag sit in the snow as she looked to him. he looked rather beat up, not giving off the best first impression of the whole place. "do you need help? do they beat kids up here?" she asked, looking awfully confused and a bit worried for the stranger infront of her.

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

✵ 𝐋 𝐀 𝐈 𝐊 𝐀--𝐊 𝐑 𝐈 𝐄 𝐆 𝐄 𝐑 “𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤”
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❨ Mountie, navy admiral, hunter of Artemis ❩ ❨ lieutenant ❩ ❨ ♀/25 years/lived 97 ❩ ❨ Pluto ❩ ❨ tags: Celeste ❩ ©




Laika's hunters were perfectly capable to mind their own business. She left them with the command to head for the mess hall when they were ready.

With that, Laika sensed a new life force. Two, in fact. One was earthy. Definitely a satyr. The other... Well that one felt different. Out of date, like an instrument out of sync with the orchestra. Honestly, it was what Laika felt like. Slipping into her lion form, she sprinted towards the lake, taking cover in the shadows.

As she neared the figures, her heart skipped a beat. One of them was a satyr, as expected, but the other seemed to be a young woman, not a camper. She was wearing clothing all too familiar - how many times had Laika seen the ladies on the streets wear the same outfit? Of course, that could only confirm her theory that this woman was from the same time era as Laika herself.

She was close enough to make out the woman's face, and a wave of familiarity flooded Laika's senses. She couldn't count how many times she'd seen her face in the Missing From Action posters after the war. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Siren." she said, after slipping into her human form, voice smooth and steady. "We've met before, but I'm afraid those correspondences were through the radio solely." she eyes the woman, eyes piercing through her.

[WitchHazel]

|⟡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabin 10 --> Dining Pavilion|Tags: Aphrodite Cabin|Mentions: Celeste, Laika|

Mirabelle did not want to get up.
Though she usually had no problem waking up on a schedule even without an alarm, that morning found her at loathe to leave the warm confines of her bed. Her head pounded with a dull ache and throat felt a little scratchy, no doubt results of her silent mourning the night previous.
So when someone’s clock radio went off, blaring “baby, baby, baby ooooh” into the still air, she bit back a curse. Not only had she overslept by thirty minutes, but to be awoken by a Justin Bieber song of all things!? Inconceivable.
I can’t believe people still listen to such garbage. They should seriously consider using that sorry excuse for music as an enhanced interrogation technique. The bitter thought even took Mirabelle aback. Whoa. What is up with me this morning? With an internal groan, she heaved herself into a sitting position on her bed. Do I really need to answer that? She rubbed the remnants of a tumultuous sleep from her eyes before casting another look at the clock. Zut alors. She didn’t even have time to shower now. No matter, she could just do it that night. The thought of a hotel shower was less than appealing, but she would deal with it if she had to.
For now, Mirabelle simply changed out of her pyjamas and into some warmer clothes. In this case, she was lucky she lived at camp year round - she may not have had such a wide selection of clothing otherwise. She chose a comfortable yet attractive wine-coloured sweater, and a pair of simple black fleece-lined leggings. Easy to move in, as well as warm. She normally would have gone with a skirt, but such a garment might get in the way should they find themselves in combat. She quickly brushed her teeth because ew, morning breath before moving onto the next part of her routine.
Well. No more delaying the inevitable. With a barely audible sigh, Mirabelle forced herself to her feet and shuffled over to the mirror. Time to assess the damage. Her reflection stared back at her with red, puffy eyes. Just another byproduct of crying herself to sleep, no doubt. Shadows stretched beneath her eyes like remnants of the black fire from last night’s campfire.
Her scar was still covered, but she set aside a small compact of permanent makeup to pack for the quest. Just in case. All in all, she made quick work of her makeup; applying a similar style to one she had used earlier that week. When her foundation and blending was out of the way, she painted a line of winged eyeliner to each eyelid, with a more natural-looking shadow.
She could do nothing to hide the dull, empty look in her eyes, nor conceal that they were almost completely grey now - with just a few fleeting hints of blue showing through. Oh well. Best way to draw attention away from the eyes? Make her lips pop. She added a bold raspberry lipstick that matched her sweater.
Finally, Mirabelle brushed out her long blonde hair, leaving it down for now. The natural waves certainly complimented her face, that much could be said. She still felt a bit stuffed up from her silent breakdown the night previous, but she figured she couldn’t really do anything about that without drawing unwanted attention to herself. Most of her cabinmates were awake by now, bustling about and doing their own makeup.
The whole makeup routine took her about twenty minutes - she still had some time to pack before the quest. Her canvas backpack was already loaded with most of the essentials - emergency ambrosia, drachmas, travel toothbrush, antihistamines, Tylenol, emergency food (protein bars), a few bottles of water in the side pockets, even a rechargeable cordless blowdryer and its charger, amongst other things.
She added her sizable bag of makeup supplies, chose a few different winter outfits, and packed some nightclothes. Everything was immaculately folded and sorted as usual. With that done, she carefully slipped her medication into a smaller pocket, fully aware that she would have to take it after eating. She also grabbed her duffel, carefully placing her haphazardly discarded armour - minus the helmet - and hidden weapons artillery into the dark red luggage.
With a soft sigh, she pulled her winter coat over her body, buttoning it up with nimble fingers. She tucked a crocheted cream-coloured scarf around her neck and pulled a matching hat with a notably vintage touch over her head, careful not to muss her hair. She added a pair of gloves before slinging her backpack over both shoulders. Lastly, Mirabelle slipped on her winter boots, which had thankfully dried overnight. They were still a little stiff and not necessarily in the best condition, but they were all she had for the time being. At least her socks were warm and fuzzy, and hopefully her feet would stay dry this time.
Her cabinmates certainly took longer than she had to get ready for the day, despite the fact that she’d woken up late and that breakfast was starting soon. When they were finally ready, she rallied them all and led them outside into the crisp cold air.
The sight of a young woman walking towards the lake caught her attention as she headed towards the dining pavilion, cabinmates in tow. Had she not had a duty to lead her cabin to breakfast, she would have gone over and introduced herself. Later, perhaps, she reckoned, if I have time before the quest leaves. She was even more deterred when a lioness came bounding down to greet the newcomer - the last thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself by having an allergy attack in front of somebody new to camp. She recognised the lioness as Lieutenant Laika Kreiger of the Hunters of Artemis; another new face she would have to meet if time allowed for it.
With a short huff, Mirabelle continued slogging through the snow to reach the Dining Pavilion. Many of her cabinmates started complaining along the way - frequent visitors to their protests were "my hair is frozen!", "omg winter fashion totally sucks", and simply "can we not?". Mirabelle resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her cabinmates' antics, instead plastering a strained smile across her face.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin 3 --> Outside Cabin 3|Tags: Hu|

Juliet snored soundly against Hu's shoulder, blissfully dreaming without a care in the world. And she would've stayed that way, too, if not for the loud, obnoxious sounds of Hamilton blaring through the cabin. She opened her hazel eyes in an annoyed glare, quickly scanning for the source of the ruckus. When she located the music player, she reached to grab one of her combat boots and lobbed it at the noisy object, wildly missing it in the process. With a loud groan, she got to her feet and forcefully pressed the 'off' button, grabbing her discarded shoe in the process.
Ow. Her neck had cramped up from the odd sleeping position she'd been lying in. She stretched, being careful not to stress her still-healing shoulder. Romeo would have been perfectly happy to stay slumbering, had it not been time for his breakfast. The ferret bounced up and down on chirped loudly, evidently demanding food.
"Yeah, I know, I'll feed you soon. Gotta head back to our cabin to get dressed anyways." She bent down to pull on her black combat boots before scooping the eager mustelid into her arms, tucking him safely into her coat.
As Juliet headed out the door, she nearly ran right into Hu. Her enhanced dexterity allowed her to quickly avoid a collision, though Romeo let out an indignant squeak.
Rather than apologise, Juliet smirked. "Trying to trip me up already, Who? At least wait until I've had breakfast." She shot a wink Hu's way, reaching up to scratch Romeo's head. "That aside, I gotta go get changed and feed this little guy. Fun movie night though, all things considered. See you at the dining pavilion?"


|⟡||Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Cabin 24 --> Dining Pavilion|Tags: Open|

Chuck woke up relatively early for someone who loves sleeping. The hibernating animals in Pan's cabin continued to slumber on, while the migratory birds roosting in the branches chattered noisily as they ate their morning meal. The cabin was rather empty, considering the circumstances - many of the satyrs actually ended up using Satyr's Sanctuary on the more active animals, allowing them to find anything they needed until they had found somewhere safe to settle in the cold temperatures.
Chiron had joined them at some point during the night; Chuck caught the sight of his equine tail disappearing through the door to the undoubtedly cold outside. He had no idea how much the centaur had actually slept given the events of the previous day. Unfortunately, most of his personal books and references had been destroyed or damaged in the Big House collapse - Chuck doubted he had been able to do much research on whatever it was that new kid had brought up to him the previous night. Perhaps he was headed off to the Athena cabin to do just that? The satyr knew they had quite the library at their disposal. Either that, or he was going to see what he could salvage amongst the wreckage of his former home before breakfast.
Though Chuck was reluctant to leave the comfortable warmth of Pan's cabin, his stomach had other plans. It growled loudly like one of the many wild animals he had befriended, demanding to be fed. He changed into a dark green long-sleeved shirt printed with orange and yellow flowers, and a pair of wide-leg brown corduroys. He pulled on the puffy coat he'd borrowed from the lost-and-found earlier the previous day, before all the chaos had ensued. With that done, the satyr slipped out of the warm cabin and headed towards the dining pavilion.
He reached the stately columns in record time, though he'd nearly tripped over his own feet and taken a tumble down the hill in his haste. Some of the dryads had just barely started setting the food out when Chuck came through like a whirlwind, piling a little bit of everything onto a plate. Honestly, they shouldn'tve been surprised by this point. With that done, he seated himself at Mr. D's table as usual, noticing Chiron's conspicuous absence. A scowling wine god sat at the head, arms crossed over his chest. Chuck made a mental note not to talk to him - he looked to be in a fouler mood than usual.


|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Peak of Mount Marcy; Kitchen Cavern|Tags: Open|

Vivienne awoke at the crack of dawn, as she had every morning for the past five years of her life. Despite the natural darkness of her cavernous home, her internal clock was always spot-on. She rose swiftly and without reluctance, like a machine that had just powered on after being charged for a time. Her monotonous morning routine was the same as it ever was - cold shower, brush teeth, wash face, comb through hair, dry hair with freezing cold air powers, push down doubts and insecurities, etc. For clothing, she selected a long, conservative powder-blue dress with white snowflakes embroidered along the edges - elegant, yet understated. A pair of white tights joined the ensemble, complete with some sparkling silver jewellery - her mother would expect her to dress nicely, after all. Especially if she were to show her face again at that wretched Camp Half-Blood. She donned a pair of boots that matched her dress, perfectly fitted to her narrow feet. Vivienne added a coat of makeup; understated but with the intent of making her icy gaze all the more intimidating. Finally, she braided her dark brown hair - best to keep it out of the way in case of combat.
When she had finished everything, the stiff young woman set off towards the cavern she'd furnished into a kitchen to make some coffee. Iced, of course. She stalked through the hall of ice sculptures - her mother's addition, not hers - repressing a grimace at the unsightly faces of the frozen hikers as she passed. Khione sure had a taste for the macabre.

[sammy,]

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
cabin one - h.b. hill
zeus - counselor
mentioned: caspia
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it seemed that he had caught her attention. that was good.
it also seemed that she was rather confused by the whole debacle. he wasn't quite sure how to feel about that. there had been things that had fallen into place over the past day that made it difficult to play the role of the happy welcomer, the open and cheery chap that he had been in the run up to capture the flag all but lost in the wake of tragedy. still, he put on a smile, tried not to wince as it strained the crescent bruise on his temple, and took a few steps forward - hesitantly, as though he were approaching a frightened animal.

"no, sorry. you're not in the right place. i'm actually the guy who intercepts people going to camp. i give them three riddles and if you can answer all of them, then you're good to come in," he said, raising his eyebrows. "that's - that's actually where i got this. you know, someone got one of the basic ones wrong. they didn't take too kindly to being turned away. you know how it is. all part of the job." explaining away the injury seemed much easier than it should have been. he waited for a moment, then shook his head. "i'm kidding. sorry."

"orin. or lofty. or gorman. or - 'get out of my sight, you moron'. i get that last one a lot. guess it must just roll off the tongue," he extended a hand for her to shake. "so, if you're not just lost, then i assume you know why you're here? i'm not gonna have to be the one to tell you that gods exist and they're still cutting about, having larks with mortal men and women?"

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𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚜
the lake
aphrodite
mentioned: open
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as celeste looked over the icy sights, she was thankful that moss had not allowed her to shirk her greatcoat. it was providing a comforting warmth in spite of the oppressive weather, and though the collar remained itchy, it was a sensation that she had missed in her stint in the hotel - which seemed to fade quickly from her mind, feeling more like a fever dream than a fact of her reality. this didn't feel like reality at all. it was all rather too large for her liking. too bright, too loud. even the people's accents had changed in the years, becoming muddied versions of what once was. suddenly, the lessons in elocution that had been given to allow her to blend in had her sticking out like a sore thumb.

that was fine, though. she didn't mind so much. what she did mind, however, was the sound of snow crunching under pressure. she was being watched. she didn't give away that she was aware of such a sight, just adjusted a badge on her lapel, slyly slipping it from where it was pierced through her coat and extending the small blade that was on the back of it. her pistol was in the briefcase she clutched in her left hand. the melee weapon would have to do.

the shadows seemed to morph, and from them, came a woman that spoke to her in a way that made her quirk an eyebrow. the alias that she had thought died with her memory, spoken into the air. "i'm sorry, siren?" she asked, playing a bit of the fool. "is that a greeting, or do you have me mistaken for someone else? my name's celeste." a wide smile, a slow nod, a twist of her hand as she sheathed the blade.

her hopes for anonymity were rather quashed by the next sentence. "is that right?" tone changed, chin slightly rising - like the formality had her change shape entirely. a new aura, a different woman. "i suppose you've got me. but i can't extend the same for you. i've heard a lot of voices over the radio, see. it can be difficult to discern between them." a pause, a purse of the lips. "but that's a canadian accent, and a mounted police uniform - though i can't say that i had dealings with them in the past. so you're something else entirely." curiosity behind sparkling, inquisitive eyes.

[norvina!]

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬☀️
(seventeen;female;posideon)
(walking to camp)(tags;orin)

she had to admit, this boy was rather funny even though she wasn't really in the mood for jokes it was nice to have some light-heartedness. maybe being here wouldn't be so bad, she had to have some sort of optimism. she had a nice little laugh as he introduced himself, he was like nothing she'd seen before even while flocked around weird kids at school. shaking his hands with her typical grin "it's nice to meet you orin, I'm caspia, caspia thomas." she introduced, a bit glad to have already met someone

"sadly, I know why I'm here." she frowned, crossing her arms and shaking her head lightly. "I'd love to give my dad a nice smack, but I'm guessing we don't get to meet them." she spoke, a bit bitter about the whole situation. she couldn't understand why a literal god would be interested in her mother, he had to have been out of his mind to fall for her she thought. "so this is practically a camp for all of the little gods and goddesses mistakes? nice to know we're atleast given a place to stay." she chuckled, although she had to admit she was being a bit dramatic about the whole situation she was still mad about being dropped off in the middle of who knows where with strangers.

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

♛ 𝐖 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 — 𝐉 𝐈 𝐔 — 𝐇 𝐔 “𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐱”
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❨ head counselor ❩ ❨ ♀/15 years ❩ ❨ daughter of Poseidon ❩ ❨ tags/mentions: Juliet, Romeo ❩



Juliet came dashing out of the Poseidon cabin, and Hu noticed the Hamilton soundtrack had been abruptly silenced. She wondered how grisly a death Juliet had inflicted on the music player.

As Juliet nearly crashed into her, Hu let out a soft 'woah'. "Hah. Well at least I know Hamilton is just as useful for waking up campers as it is a great musical." Hu nodded at Juliet's arrangement. "Sure. I've got to get some food into the colorful mouth of this fox here." Hu laughed as Ling gave an indignant chirp, and headed for the dinner pavilion.

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✵ 𝐋 𝐀 𝐈 𝐊 𝐀--𝐊 𝐑 𝐈 𝐄 𝐆 𝐄 𝐑 “𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤”
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❨ Mountie, navy admiral, hunter of Artemis ❩ ❨ lieutenant ❩ ❨ ♀/25 years/lived 97 ❩ ❨ Pluto ❩ ❨ tags: Chiron, n/a ❩ ©




Laika returned an equally sly smirk. "So it seems I know more about you than you do me. Well then, let me see how much you remember of how you spent your time in the war." The mention of the second world war would be another jolting clue. "Let's see here. How much do you know about the battle of the Atlantic?" the smirk only grew wider.

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[KestrelTheFirecat]

Laurel tags open

The daughter of Zeus yawns and stretches. She smiles and spots Diana sleeping at the foot of her bed. She pets the dog and gets up.

Cresolis tags open

Cres was up bright and early. Cres gives a few swift kicks to a punching bag.

Roxanne tags open

The daughter of hades yawns and walks sleeply and sits at sits at her table. Shadow yips and sets her head on her owners lap

Valkeri tags open

Valkeri turns over her wild blonde hair in nots. Sunny and Nancy are snuggles up near her.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Jane “Jay” Orchid River|| host of Anubis|| female|| tags: open

The host of Anubis turns in her bed and the god says “Jay it’s time to get up” Jay sits up and yawns “morning Anubis” “good morning Jay. Why don’t you go get something to eat” Jay nods and says “ok” She smiles and crawls out of bed. She grabs her clothes form the night before and puts them on. She combs through her black hair and smiles. Anubis rolls his eyes and says “your gonna be late for breakfast” Jay nods and says “your right” she pats her jackal on the head and says sweetly to her pet “Avalon, time to get up” Avalon yawns and stretches. She yips and nuzzles jays hand. Jay smiles and says “morning girl” she walks to the dining pavilion and looks around for a place to sit.