Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[senna_]

━ samuel malfrid • nemesis • tags: skylar ━ open

Skylar's expression was nearly as unreadable as Samuel's was. She appeared a bit more taken aback than he was, her eyes doe-like and startled, whereas his was monotonic and blank. His dark eyes followed her twitching hands, raising an uninterested brow as a glimmer of magic dazzled above her palm for a second or so before disintegrating into mid-air. He wasn't proud of his immediate family and their ways of socialization, but he did admit he was glad he had become so bombproof when it came to both internal emotions and words. Her momentarily scowl went right over his head. Scowls and narrowed eyes were what Samuel was most familiar with, after all. It didn't upset him. Surprisingly enough, her lips curved upward into a small smile, and although Sam was unsure if it was completely fake or sincerely genuine, he allows his own to twitch into a tight-lipped smile for a millisecond.

"Most certainly not," he muttered. "Although I do think they should have their fun for the first little bit." His words held double-meaning, and anyone who knew Samuel long enough to know his rather miserable childhood would know such a thing. In his eyes, he considered the newcomers the children, the ones who played to learn. Now that he had learned to relax- as much as "relaxed" went in the Malfrid family- he really did wish as a child he had learned to loosen up and have more fun. It would have made his first few years at the camp much more enjoyable.

A twitch in the eye acted out at her last bit of words. Samuel knew she was only joking, but it felt like a slap to his face. The grumpy boss nobody liked. That was exactly what he had considered his parents to be, but ten times worse. Clearing his throat, Samuel tipped his chin up ever-so-slightly, right-handed fingers gripping his left wrist a bit tighter than necessary. "In that case, I think it's best to leave you to do your thing, even if my reassurance makes me seem like the better person." His dark eyes connected with hers, and although he wasn't angered, the look on his face silently told her that he was being serious when it came to the jokes. "Take it easy on them. They don't need to have a miserable first day." His gaze remained unwavering and intense for a second longer, then he stepped around her, and with a slight tip of his head, he left her to her own devices, deciding to aimlessly head elsewhere for the time being.

[Galeslash7]

Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: Entrance of Cabin 20, Tags: Open

Skylar smiled as she saw Samuel's lips curl up in a smile for the briefest moment. But then it was gone. At her comment, he suddenly seemed to tense and his eyes locked hers. He stared unblinking at her as he spoke and Skylar felt some tension for a small uncertain moment as he looked at her intensely. She gave him another little smile and he stepped around her towards the clearing. "They won't have a miserable day, don't worry!" Skylar took a small breath out as he walked away. She was worried he had been given the wrong impression of her, she just wanted people to like her. But he didn't seem like he was mad at her, which was great. Not everybody appreciated her playfulness.

She floated a small twig over and started to fiddle with it. Hmmm, she could show him that she wasn't going to do awful things to the new campers. In fact, an idea started to form in her head! She could do a demonstration of her powers! All the Cabins could! Ooh, like a representative from each Cabin, showing newbies their skills. And it would be a surprise for the newbies! But she would have to get the other Cabins involved and come up with her routine. Hmmm, would anyone else want to do it? If course they would, right? Well, she could ask. So she decided to try to find some campers who would do it. She jogged to the clearing looking around for someone to ask.

[sunhorsestar]

Kade Turner | Athena | Tagging: Hank, Karter, Chuck, Pippa | Location: Camp, Half-Blood Hill


"Meeting the gods and goddesses...that happens once in a blue moon, when they decide they want to show up. It either is, or it isn’t. I mean, personally I haven’t met my mom, but it could happen. Aphrodite might want to meet you at some point if you’ve already been claimed," Kade suggested. He himself wasn’t entirely sure how meeting the gods worked, since none had ever bothered seeing him.

"I'll show you to your cabin if you like," he offered with a small smile when she mentioned finding somewhere to put her bags. "Sorry, should’ve offered earlier."

[takara]

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson|Female|Unknown (Ares)|Location: Walking to Armoury|tags: Mirabelle, Juliet

This time Aggy held still at the sudden noise, on guard, but already less affected by it. The mention of death didn't bother Aggy, much how gaining a scrape in a fight didn't worry her over loss of blood. She should probably be concerned, but it wasn't likely anyone beyond her mom would miss her, and for good reason too.
She mentally added "go into the woods, alone?" to her to-do list, but made no outward comment.
She turned to Juliet and asked, deadpan without pausing even a beat "So how many times have you died then? Two, or like fifty?" She watched the girl's sharp features glittering eyes not trying to hold in her excitement.

Henry "Hank" David Walker|Male|Apollo|Location: Walking to dining pavilion from Half-Blood Hill |tags: Kade, Pippa, Chuck, Karter ----> Izzy

Hank rocked on the balls of his feet, not eager to leave the pretty girl and his companions. "I should probably go fetch my arrow, the Hephaestus kids said they'd stop making tips for me if I keep 'losing them at an inhuman rate without good reason.'," he said, using air quotes for the latter half of the sentence, and putting on a look of mock horror.
After all, it wasn't a complete lie, just an embellished version of the truth. Hephaestus kids scared him nearly as much as magic users, well not all of them, but what they crafted was wicked cool.
He waved and sent smiles all around before bounding down the hill. He came near where he'd thought he arrow landed, but it wasn't there.
This happened often enough. He carefully drug a food across the grass and weeds, searching for a catch, but none came. He sighed, deeply. He would pay for this later. My apologies, Chiron. He thought, then put his fingers to his lips and let out a shrill whistle.
He stood still and waited.
Sure enough, Izzy came rushing from the direction of the woods, faster than a sunbeam itself. She was only too happy to greet him with a sloppy tongue, before setting to work.
The mechanism of this particular arrow (and the real reason he didn't want to lose it) was especially complex, allowing it to release a sound, when loosed, in a pitch only dogs could hear, though at a low volume. It had been designed for him and Izzy by someone who... didn't make it to the next summer.

He breathed easier when Izzy finally located it, carefully scraping off the dirt before tucking it back into his quiver.
He rewarded the dog with an affectionate scratch behind the ears. "Good job Iz," He said, voice faint, mind still swirling with memories.
He stopped petting her head, and she licked his hand in response, causing him to snap back to reality.
"Wanna get some brekky, girl?" He asked playfully. He pulled out the leash he had tucked into his pocket and clipped it on her, before turning toward the dining pavilion.

Ophelia Rogers|Female|Aphrodite|Location: Cabins ---> Half-Blood Hill/gate|tags: Emerson

Ophelia left the cabin, trying not to run to start running toward the gate as she realized that most the new blood had already arrived, -drat it!- and wouldn't be prime for making an impression on.
Instead she strode gracefully, still covering the ground quite quickly. She had to force herself not to check on her third eye as she walked, knowing searching fingers would only claw through her morning's work.
She stood by the gate, looking out for prey. Something moved from far off, and she held a hand over her eyes, trying to make the form out.
A lone camper approached, carrying several bags and was that a cat carrier?
She grinned, and waved wildly, but saved her breath until they were in hearing range.
They reached the gate, but didn't seem to see her yet, instead looking longingly at the already gathered campers. Ophelia felt a pang of empathy, as she too had once been in this position, and stepped forward, calling out "Hello! First timer?" With a kindly smile, the third eye she had painted on to gain fear slipping her mind....

[sunhorsestar]

Hunter Mayhem | Ares | Tagging: Samuel | Location: Camp


Having grown bored of sitting around- there was only so much of watching strawberries grow that a person could take- and yet with it not quite being time for breakfast as far as he was aware, Hunter rose to his feet and headed back towards the heart of camp, where his dark eyes fell on two figures, a young woman he couldn’t recognize from the back, walking off somewhere, and the vaguely familiar figure of... what was his name, Samuel? Why was he just... standing there on his own? He’d take his chances.

"Hey! Samuel, right? Tell me I got your name right. I don’t think we’ve ever had an actual conversation...but that’s beside the point." The blond shrugged. "What’s up with you, standing over here all on your own? Doesn’t that get boring?" Hunter asked, raising an eyebrow as he sauntered over, hands stuffed in his jean pockets.

[senna_]

━ samuel malfrid • nemesis • mentions/tags: skylar/hunter

Fatigued and bummed out, Samuel rubbed his eye as he took off in a new direction. He knew Skylar didn't mean anything more than a light tease, and he inwardly cursed his emotions for crumbling as quickly as they did. It was six years now, surely his father had forgotten Sam even existed. He knew he had changed; both he had told himself it, and quite a few of the older members of the camp had mentioned it to him. However, even though he wasn't conscious with these fretted thoughts, Samuel suspected deep inside his unconscious mind, he still had this fear circulating around his family. He didn't want to be known as the bad guy, yet didn't know how to make himself turn so that he wasn't. How was that even determined, anyway? Samuel didn't often pay much mind to what others thought of him, but hearing rather wicked names called to his face did take him back, even if it was simply teasing. Curse his over-sensitivity. He'd never truly learned how to deal with his inward thoughts and feelings, and part of him told him that unless he found an oh-so trusting mentor, he'd be forced to stay hidden inside his come-to-be comfortable shadow of pitch black coldness.

The more he walked, the less angered he felt. Soon Samuel's mind had stacked back on top properly, and his heart rate had returned to its normal pulse. He wasn't his father. The fact that he had to carry the name "Malfrid" with him wasn't thrilling, but at the camp, he had started something new. He needed to start referencing the past with the present's comments, no matter how much they reminded him of his childhood. Nobody here knew any better, and he was determined not to make a fuss. He was his own person, after all.

His legs eventually stopped working, bringing him to a halt near an old tree. The arriving campers had disappeared from sight, which Samuel believed was for the better. He didn't want to see Skylar playing pranks on them, as harmless as she believed they were. His dark eyes remained up ahead until a cheery voice interrupted the pleasing silence. He turned his head to gaze at the newcomer. In strolled a blond who went by the name of Hunter, if Samuel was correct. He watched him with a similar expression to the one he wore with Skylar, leaning his back against the tree as the other spoke.

"I'm not alone," he quipped back, nodding his head towards Hunter. "I'm never really alone."
What's up with you. If the words weren't so chirpy, Samuel potentially would have taken offence. However, he took the words were just phrased wrong, and let it slip past him. "And yes, it's Samuel. You are..?"

[WitchHazel]

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Armoury|Tags: Aggy, Mirabelle |

"None yet!" Juliet laughed. "Hopefully I'll avoid that in the future." She cracked a smile, staying lighthearted in the face of such a dark topic. "Lots of us demigods have lost loved ones, though. And a decent amount of us get killed on quests. Sometimes there are accidents at camp, but those are pretty rare." She risked a glance back at Mirabelle, who seemed to be caught up in her own thoughts. "Hey Mira? Miiiiraaaaa," she broached, evidently bringing the taller girl back to the present. "You good? You're acting all quiet n' stuff. It's starting to freak me out."


|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Armoury|Tags: Aggy, Juliet|

As Juliet mentioned 'accidents at camp', Mirabelle's mind drifted back to a horrible incident that had occurred when she was only twelve years old. A camper had died during a game of Capture the Flag... she didn't exactly remember how, but the funeral had been something she would never forget. Juliet's voice ripped her from her thoughts, saving her the further anguish of reflecting back on that time. She blinked a few times to clear her head before responding. "I'm fine," she replied lightly, forcing a smile. "I just got lost in thought for a while."
Juliet raised an eyebrow, but thankfully didn't push it. "Anyway," Mirabelle stated, turning her attention towards the large metal shed in front of them. "It looks like we've arrived."
Juliet opened the door for the two, offering a charming "m'ladies." The daughter of Hermes winked at Mirabelle as she entered, eliciting a dramatic eye-roll from the willowy blonde.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Half-Blood Hill|Tags: Karter, Pippa, Hank, Kade|

"Uh, like, the gods - we don't usually hang with 'em," Chuck added to Kade's explanation. "I mean, like, sometimes, they'll come in dreams, so I've been told, but like otherwise they pretty much keep to themselves. Oh, except Mr. D. He's like, the camp director." The satyr nodded towards Kade when he mentioned showing Pippa to her cabin. "Like, good idea, man," he agreed. "Make sure you guys like, check in with Mr. D or Chiron eventually, though." He absently waved goodbye to Hank as the other boy took of after his arrow.

[senna_]

━ pippa diggery • aphrodite • tags: chuck, karter, hank, kade

Pippa allowed her eyes to settle back on Hank as he piped up. She was disappointed to hear that one of the four would be leaving, but it was understandable. She didn't need a herd of people following her around like a protective border, even as much as she admittedly enjoyed the attention. She bared a wave in return, watching as he bounded off into the distance. Hephaestus kids, he had mentioned. The God of metalwork and building. The husband of Aphrodite. She'd have to meet them sometime. She turned back towards the remaining three, clasping her hands together as she bounced her heels off of the stones beneath her.

She wasn't exactly surprised when Kate informed her that their relatives didn't often visit, but apparently she had been expecting- or at least hoping- for a different answer, for her shoulders slumped ever-so-slightly at his response. Pippa also wasn't sure if his last added comment was to simply make her feel better, or if it was genuinely truthful, but she did perk up a bit. Did they have to summon them or something, or did they just stumble in on their own? She hoped that was something she could figure out on her own. A dream, like Chuck mentioned, seemed nice enough, especially if they didn't often come in person. Pippa cherished her dreams, so finding Aphrodite in one whilst staying in her cabin would be delightful. "I'm assuming I'll be meeting this Mr. D soonish?" she assumed, but like a few of her other questions, wasn't expecting an immediate response. She waved her hand at Kade, dismissing his apology. "No need for it. Evedything kind of got jumbled together anyway."

Chuck and Karter had remained in their spots, and Pippa wasn't exactly sure if they were planning on coming with or not. Chuck had originally offered to show her around, but maybe he forgot. Or maybe that was what Kade was for. Whatever the case may be, Pippa simply chose to silence her questioning and focused on lifting her bags instead, awaiting further instruction with an ardent look across her features.

[takara]

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson|Female|Unknown (Ares)|Location: Armoury|tags: Mirabelle, Juliet

"Oh." Aggy said simply. Although she had no qualms about risking her own life, and even took pleasure in it, she could see why the lives of others worked differently.
She remained in silence until they reached the "Armoury". From the outside, it was really just a glorified shed. Her grandiose hopes dashed, she followed the tall blonde in, taking two steps to Mirabelle's every one to make up for the difference in stride length.
But as soon as they entered, something changed. It was as if the weapons were whispering to her, calling her out to pick them up and try them out. Even with her eyes not adjusted to the light, she could tell that the Armoury was well stocked, with weapons of every type and manner around the place. She inched forward, unsure if the other girls felt the same draw to these things, and ran her fingers over the handle of a sword. Instantly, she gripped it and pulled it up in the half-light, somehow knowing how to best slash an enemy with the heavy sword that ha once belonged to a sailor (if you use the term loosely). It must be a demigod thing. She turned back to the other girls. "You didn't tell me you had cutlasses used by real pirates!" She exclaimed, grinning and slashing the air with it, freckled hands fitting neatly onto the handle.

Henry "Hank" David Walker|Male|Apollo|Location: Walking to dining pavilion|tags: Izzy, open

Hank rocked on the balls of his feet, not eager to leave the pretty girl and his companions. "I should probably go fetch my arrow, the Hephaestus kids said they'd stop making tips for me if I keep 'losing them at an inhuman rate without good reason.'," he said, using air quotes for the latter half of the sentence, and putting on a look of mock horror.
After all, it wasn't a complete lie, just an embellished version of the truth. Hephaestus kids scared him nearly as much as magic users, well not all of them, but what they crafted was wicked cool.
He waved and sent smiles all around before bounding down the hill. He came near where he'd thought he arrow landed, but it wasn't there.
This happened often enough. He carefully drug a food across the grass and weeds, searching for a catch, but none came. He sighed, deeply. He would pay for this later. My apologies, Chiron. He thought, then put his fingers to his lips and let out a shrill whistle.
He stood still and waited.
Sure enough, Izzy came rushing from the direction of the woods, faster than a sunbeam itself. She was only too happy to greet him with a sloppy tongue, before setting to work.
The mechanism of this particular arrow (and the real reason he didn't want to lose it) was especially complex, allowing it to release a sound, when loosed, in a pitch only dogs could hear, though at a low volume. It had been designed for him and Izzy by someone who... didn't make it to the next summer.

He breathed easier when Izzy finally located it, carefully scraping off the dirt before tucking it back into his quiver.
He rewarded the dog with an affectionate scratch behind the ears. "Good job Iz," He said, voice faint, mind still swirling with memories.
He stopped petting her head, and she licked his hand in response, causing him to snap back to reality.
"Wanna get some brekky, girl?" He asked playfully. He pulled out the leash he had tucked into his pocket and clipped it on her, before turning toward the dining pavilion.

Ophelia Rogers|Female|Aphrodite|Location: Cabins ---> Half-Blood Hill/gate|tags: Emerson

Ophelia left the cabin, trying not to run to start running toward the gate as she realized that most the new blood had already arrived, -drat it!- and wouldn't be prime for making an impression on.
Instead she strode gracefully, still covering the ground quite quickly. She had to force herself not to check on her third eye as she walked, knowing searching fingers would only claw through her morning's work.
She stood by the gate, looking out for prey. Something moved from far off, and she held a hand over her eyes, trying to make the form out.
A lone camper approached, carrying several bags and was that a cat carrier?
She grinned, and waved wildly, but saved her breath until they were in hearing range.
They reached the gate, but didn't seem to see her yet, instead looking longingly at the already gathered campers. Ophelia felt a pang of empathy, as she too had once been in this position, and stepped forward, calling out "Hello! First timer?" With a kindly smile, the third eye she had painted on to gain fear slipping her mind....

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Armoury|Tags: Aggy, Juliet|

"Yes, we have weapons from all sorts of places and people," Mirabelle chimed in, finally feeling her jumpy nerves starting to settle. "Some were wielded by demigods; some even by monsters. You'll notice that most of them emit a faint glow - they're made of celestial bronze; one of the only weapons that can kill monsters. It doesn't harm mortals though - it passes right through them. Demigods are a different story." She paused as her thoughts caught up with her, cocking her head to the side. "How did you - oh wait," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. She must be a child of one of the Greek gods presiding over weapons or warfare, the Aphrodite head counselor realised. Could be Athena or Ares, or even one of the minor gods. Ares seemed more likely than Athena in her mind, given Aggy's more aggressive tendencies. Regardless, Mirabelle decided to keep an open mind - not all Ares kids are like that, she reminded herself. The thought brought Vincent's face to mind, but the scowling visages of her childhood bullies overpowered his. Not all, but most. The remembrance brought a foul taste to her mouth. At least they had mostly been physical, and she hadn't been their only victim. The brunt of the aggression she'd had to endure had been from her own cabin. Pushing those thoughts aside, Mirabelle realised that Juliet was saying something.


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Armoury|Tags: Aggy, Mirabelle |

Juliet silently scanned the walls as Mirabelle's tour guide mode was engaged. Hmm, anything look good enough to steal? She was fine with just her dagger, but it was always worth seeing if any of the weapons in the armoury gave off a more powerful feel. It wasn't really stealing if she took something from the armoury... but the amount of drachmas some campers would pay to get their hands on that perfect weapon was an enticing thought. She absently listened to the conversation, only chiming in with "yeah, there's lots of cool stuff in here. Armour, too. I mean, it's called the armoury. Duh."


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Half-Blood Hill|Tags: Karter, Pippa, Kade|

"Like, if Kade's got this, I'm gonna go find Chiron and like, fill him in on the new dudes," Chuck told the group, completely forgetting about the fact that he'd offered to show Pippa around. He wasn't the best at remembering things, especially when there was a lot going on. "He'll like, wanna know about brand new campers."