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son of iris

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the teen had already been near the dining hall when the black cloud appeared, so getting there quickly wasn't a problem. his leg bounced nervously against the ground, brown eyes watching the dark mass, almost like he thought it'd float down here and start raining down lightning on them. not like he'd be able to stop it. as the Dean spoke, he didn't even look at her, simply watched the cloud closely. it was like Zues was angry with them, and had decided to send a threat to warn them to behave. or just wanted to blast Camp to smithereens. hopefully the first. Troye hated this, he'd prefer clear skies and maybe a drizzling sheet of rain, anything but a dark thundering cloud looming above their heads. He finally looked away from the cloud, searching the crowd for a familiar face. oh, look, there Aqua was.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

[quote="Sanguine-Therian"]

Alex Wayd - Daughter of Hecate
18 - Female - Single
Currently preparing for a fight.

As soon as class had been let out, Alex had stood with a fluid sort of grace and walked out in silence. It appeared that most people hadn't even stood before she was already at the door, her back turned to all of them. She was still in something of a dark mood, though she wasn't openly glaring anymore. Sighing inwardly, the stoic girl thought about the night, deciding quickly that she would preform ritual later. Being a Wiccan, she often preformed ritual at night, always using her mother as her patron Goddess. She smiled a little at the thought of calling the quarters, feeling a little better already just by imagining what she would do.

She had just walked out to her small herb garden when the warning bell rang out, the announcement calling everyone to the dining hall. As it were, Alex wasn't sure how much she really wanted to go. Instead, she ignored the warning and continued harvesting her herbs, sure to thank her mother and the plant before making each cut. The air suddenly cooled around her, the sun being blotted out by something above her which cast dark shadows over all of her plants. Alex looked up, her green eyes wary as they saw the black cloud that loomed overhead, looking like more than your average storm. Something was wrong, she knew.

Without thinking too much, Alex left her basket of herbs there on the ground as she stood. The young woman sheathed her athame at her side, her eyes on the darkness above her all the while. Muttering a few words, Alex called on a protective circle around herself, the light almost tangible as she walked quickly to the dining hall. When she arrived, she saw that others had already begun to prepare themselves for a fight. She took her place by Sam, nodding to him before returning her gaze to the darkness above and before them. She would fight it with him, whatever it was, using the powers she had gotten from her mother, the power of magick.

Skye "SJ" - Son of Aphrodite
18 - Male - Single (gay)
Currently in the dining hall.

Skye grit his teeth as he watched everyone crowd into the dining hall. He had difficulty around crowds of people, but it looked like he was going to have to deal with it. As everyone flooded in, he was pressed to a corner, his eyes closing tightly as everything started getting to him. He felt sick inside, like he couldn't breathe. He gasped, his hands pressing over his ears as he started to shake a little. Finally, the head mistress told everyone to take a seat. The people that had been pressing him to the corner slowly moved away, allowing him his own space once again.

With shaky legs, SJ walked to a nearby chair and sat, his head resting in his hands as he calmed himself down. He had almost let that go too far, he thought sadly. Ever since he was a child, SJ had dealt with his problems. He had been diagnosed as having Asperger syndrome, a high functioning form of autism that made it really, really hard for him to be social at times, made crowds and certain sounds freak him out, and had made his life a little more difficult while growing up. He could usually deal with it really well, but with the dark cloud thing outside and everything, it was harder.

[Leviathan~]

Sam...

Sam noticed Alex taking stance beside him. "Heh, join the party, it's a blast I tell ya." he said, shaking his head a bit and keeping his eyes locked on the sky as the cloud drew closer. "Kelthanos has the sky covered, Jide's heading out towards the cloud to see if he can make out what it is. How's the ahtame?" he asked, glancing at the small ritual blade. "You think you can take the front liines well enough?" He didn't want to squabble the girl's power, but magic as a rule wasn't designed for fighting at close ranges, and the ritual dagger she had on her would work, but it wouldn't give her any sort of defensive capabilities if something with a bigger arm approached her.

[canis,]

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Aquamarine

Female
18 years
Daughter of Poseidon
Single

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The Dean looked outside with pure terror. "Get inside now! All of you! You have no idea what you're doing!" she yelled. The Dean, herself, held the power of natural disasters. So, to enforce her command, she made the ground beneath the feet of the Campers vibrate. Aqua herself had to steady herself so she didn't fall. Luckily, she was already safely inside. As Aqua glance around, she spotted a boy looking at her. Not being a social one, Aqua turned away from his gaze, which seem to bore into her. In fact, ever since Aqua had been at this Camp, she had not spoken a single word. For most, it would be hard. But Aqua was always the quiet beauty type. Even now, in the midst of disaster, she remained calm and silent. But it became harder to stay calm as Aqua saw an unsettling sight in the distance. She saw a splash come up over the cliffs. To make that high of a splash, the wave who created it would have to be high. Very high. Aquamarine shifted uncomfortably in her seat. This is not good. Not good at all...

[Leviathan~]

Sam Westwing...

Sam looked back with wide eyes. "AND YOUR SOLUTION IS TO SIT IN A CONFINED SPACE AS A SOLITARY TARGET!?" he shot back, seeing the wave and confirming that this was a direct assault, no simple flyover. He sent the bronze beasts back inside, Ixion leaving Erebus to his own decisions which left Sam and Alex the only people standing for their own ground. Sam took his cauldron off of his back and twisted the massive valve on the front of it, and there was a flush of heat from the magical pot as the might of Hephaestus' forge was unleashed into the cauldron. Sam kicked open the lid and thrust both of his hands into the air, sending a plume of lava skyward, far more than the cauldron would normally contain, 10 or 12fold perhaps. He spread out the swiftly cooling rock, forming a sheer wall of stone. With a guttural groan he pulled his hands back down and sent the newly formed titan of a wall sinking itself into place in the shaking earth. "That should buy me some time..." he muttered to himself, turning back to the dean. "Have you ever created a full shift in tectonic plates before?" he asked, the master plan spinning through his head at the speed of a hurricane, which was probably part of what was about to hit the camp. His eyes darted between the dean and the wall, as it was tall enough to where he could no longer tell when this thing was about to hit.

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troye saw aqua turned away and gave a gentle frown, the corners of his mouth tugging downwards slightly. She was obviously calm, which made Troye a bit worried. He was inwardly panicking, but needed to stay cool for the good of the camp. He scanned the rest of the crowd, his hand moving instinctively into his pocket to draw out a normal looking pocket knife. With the flick of his hand it opened, and started to expand. The knife grew until he was holding a three-and-a-half foot sword with a blade that changed colors depending on the light, perfectly balanced. It felt just right in his hands, being that it was made just for Troye. He spotted Skye in the corner of the dining hall and winced slightly as he saw the panicking teen, so the Son of Iris started working his way towards the eighteen year old, weaving between people and ignoring the Dean's orders.

[canis,]

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Aquamarine

Female
18 years
Daughter of Poseidon
Single

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Aqua watched as the Dean's face turned red. "You have no idea what you're up against! This is not any god-made thing, got it! Get inside now so that I can explain!" she commanded once more. Aqua flinched at the pure ice in her voice. But something about the way she screamed made Aqua's calm diminish slightly. Why can't they just listen? She briefly wondered what the Dean meant by "not a god-made thing." Who else could have made this thing? Surely, not nature itself. What else would have the power to... A light bulb clicked somewhere in Aqua's head. I-it can't be! The others who could possibly have the power to create this storm. The only others who held a grudge against the gods and goddesses ever since they were defeated. The only ones who would take advantage of the gods' and goddess' currently weakened state. Aqua shivered. The Titans.

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lauren declan
17
daughter of artemis
talking to luke
curious
the dining hall

I frown and run back to Luke, grabbing his wrist without further ado. It would be cruel to just make him stand back. I sprint like crazy, basically dragging the boy behind me as I do so. As I near the building that I suspect to be the dining hall, I see the boy from earlier—Sam, I think it was—with another boy and a girl I hadn't seen before in class, or anywhere else for that matter. We finally make it inside the building, just as I feel the earth beneath me begin to shift. I'm taken by surprise, and stumble a little as I look around. It is set up almost like a resteraunt would be, which I found odd. I release my right grip from Luke's arms, my hands beginning to tremble now that they don't have anything to hold onto. I take the first seat I spot at an empty table and grip the sides of the chair I sit in. My face is a ghostly pale color and I look up at an older woman who looks rather flustered. I knit my eyebrows in confusion, wondering if she may have been the one to call us to the dining hall. I try to steady my fast breathing, but I'm worn out from the run. I instead give up and turn my full attention to the woman, wondering if she had anything to say to us. I flinch as she shouts to who I'm presuming is Sam and the other two that stand outside with him.

[Leviathan~]

Sam Westwing...

Sam rolled his eyes heavily on that one. "NO REALLY?!?!" he bellowed sarcastically. "I passed Mythology Dean, there's a thunderstorm rolling in with a tidal wave and the only gods who can pull that off have their children sitting in this stupid dining hall, I can put 2 and 2 together." he said, his eyes shooting back to the wall again. Still nothing. Sam was about to comply with the woman's orders when Jide shot from the heavens into his hand. He looked at the bird, and it shook with terror. Well that's not good, he thought. Let's hope she's right about this. Sam roared and threw his fist at the wall, sending a pure white fireball at the stone contstruct. It melted within seconds, and Sam drew back the stone into his empty cauldron and locked it shut, but as he looked up, he saw the wave make its final crash over the cliffside, and the water started to move right towards the dining hall. "Huh boy..." he muttered, throwing his cauldron into the hall and running off to get Erebus. He found the kid rolling about in some sort of pain and picked him up, carrying him back into the hall before closing the massive doors and sealing them shut with his own marble. "Okay Dean..." he gasped. "You better talk fast..."

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Alex Wayd - Daughter of Hecate
18 - Female - Single
Currently preparing for a fight.

Alex would have been content with ignoring the Dean's calls, but when Sam gave in, she decided she might as well go inside as well. After all, there was little chance of her winning alone. She, like Aqua, had already figured out what the head mistress had meant by the coming forces being not of the Gods; she was obviously speaking of the Titans. Alex suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. After all, her mother was the daughter of two Titans, Perses the Titan of Destruction and Asteria the Titaness of Prophetic Dreams. Hecate had fought on the side of the Olympians during the wars with the Titans, but even so, the Goddess had never really been accepted as one of them.

Alex realized what this could mean for her, her eyes narrowing slightly as she followed Sam inside. She stood apart from the others, though she was still close enough to hear what was being said. She didn't speak as she unsheathed her athame, a gift from her mother, and spoke a few sacred words. The ceremonial dagger shone with a bright light, and once the light was gone, two swords were in her hands instead, each baring a small carving of a torch which stood for the two torches her mother had given Demeter when Persephone had been stolen away by Hades.

Skye "SJ" - Son of Aphrodite
18 - Male - Single (gay)
Currently in the dining hall.

Skye shook his head, his hands still holding it up as his elbows rested on the table. He was finally calming down once again, a soft blush on his cheeks as he glanced about him. His eyes fell on a boy who was quickly walking towards him, one he recognized as Troye. "Hey," SJ said weakly, giving a small smile. His eyes went to the rainbow sword in Troye's hands, his smile faltering a little. "That bad, huh?" he asked, looking over towards the Dean before his eyes went up to Troye's. SJ sighed a little, his face looking a little taunt with his worry.

"I don't even have a weapon," he realized a little miserably. His mother Aphrodite had given him a few gifts, but a weapon had not been among them. He was able to change his appearance, he always looked perfect, and he was much more persuading than the average person, but since his mother had no weapon, he didn't either. If they had to fight, he could always use the chairs around him, but what good would they do in the long run?