Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[senna_]

━ kenna tate • poseidon • tags: hank

Kenna's attention had been drawn so far into her book that she hadn't even realized someone else was nearby until a wet nose dragged along her cheek. Surprised by this, Kenna's eyes flew open and she skidded back. Before her stood a hound, tail wagging, big eyes innocent and curious. Wrinkling her nose ever-so-slightly, Kenna wiped her cheek, then scrambled to her feet, only stopping for a second to smooth out her casual dress. Her eyes settled on the dog for an extra second, then her gaze traveled, soon catching sight of Hank, one of the Apollo kids, twiddling a knife.

"Izzy's sticking her nose where it doesn't belong again," she called out, reluctantly shutting her book before taking a few steps towards the boy. Her eyes watched the knife once more, but she didn't say a word. Although Kenna quite liked the idea of training and handling different weapons, she wasn't too fond of playing with them for the sake of playing with them. She had read about too many incidents. Still, she kept her mouth shut on the subject, instead deciding to switch it up. "Are you bored? You look bored."

[OutFoxed]

Poppy ️✿ Rye
✾ 16, She/Her
✾ Demeter
✾ Stables
✾ @Ophelia
✾ #StableChores
She finished belting out the chorus on a catchy pop song she'd heard on the radio with Argus. Luckily for the Camp Security Supervisor that he has extra eyes instead of extra ears, or that drive would have been even more excruciating for him. Poppy looked up from the stall she was cleaning to see a young woman walking through the stable entrance. Giving the muck fork and extra shifting wiggle, she dumped the leftover contents in the half-full wheelbarrow then careened out of the stall. "Hey Elia! Totally - I'm just mucking out before riding. At least there's only twelve stalls inside. I'll finish this side if you want to start on that side?" Her smile radiating in her voice as she rambled to her friend. Excitement could barely be contained in the petite body of Poppy - she was so happy to be in the barn surrounded by the scents and sights and sounds of horses; adding in that her friend had showed up to join her, was truly icing on the cake.
Bouncing out of the finished stall, she skipped over to the next box and started forking through the shavings. Luckily the horses were outside which made stall cleaning easier. And there was a general understanding that no one wanted a repeat of Triple G Ranch conditions (well that and Flesh Eating Horses) - stalls and equine welfare was the campers responsibilities, one that Poppy was actually quite good and efficient with.
She continued to hum along to made up songs as she quickly made her way through the row of stalls. Poppy enjoyed the manual work in the way that most Demeter offspring loved gardening. Seeing that she'd gotten a head start on the stalls, she was finished with her side way before her friend - so she started on the other side and decided to meet up with Elia in the middle. Besides - it was way more fun riding with your friend then riding by yourself. Poppy would have been content mucking out by herself any how so it really wasn't extra work.
"I was thinking about hacking out in the woods - is that something you'd like to do, or would you rather take to the skies with the pegasi?" Poppy merrily called from a few stalls over.

Ben Asher
⚒ 18, He/Him
⚒ Hephaestus
⚒ Big House
⚒ @Senior Counsel
The quick chat with Chiron hadn't gone well - actually it had gone quickly. Chiron's face turned a few shades lighter, his back half stamped anxiously, then he trotted off to disturb the Wine god from whatever annoying thing he was doing (yelling at tv game show hosts was a common occurrence). Ben was left standing on the porch waiting without direction. It was moments later when the lunch bell rang, and Mr D's voice could be heard shouting at various campers.

The first to arrive was the lovely Mira dressed in her usual bright pink. He greeted her with a nod and a smile, unaware of how out-of-place her outfit should have been. His eyes drifted past her to the next camper that was coming up to them: the rowdy Skylar. She too, got a greeting of a nod and small smile, as he listened to her proclaim innocence. He had a questioning raise to his right eyebrow as she spoke of the cold. As the son of Hephaestus - Ben didn't get cold, it was either parentage or perma-burn from being in the forge for days on end. Dressed in the ripped tee shirt and stained jeans, he felt comfortable, actually almost too hot as his adrenaline was still up. His stance didn't betray that though, as he was leaning against the side of the house on the porch, hands in his back pockets. Only his grey eyes held the worry and concern he felt.

With the suggestion to go inside, he stepped over to the door and swung it open, letting the ladies pass through before he too stepped inside. The gaudy decorations done up by the camp director made the whole house all the more unappealing. It looked like Mr. D was in the running for America's #1 Bachelor Uncle - outdated wallpaper and carpet, taxidermy animals, useless trophies decades old, and tons of sports memorabilia. The number of diet coke cans and bottles was also staggering. He followed the procession of counselors into the game room where important meetings regarding the camp and Olympus were held around the ping pong table.

[takara]

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson|Female|Unknown (Ares)|Location: Hermes Cabin---> DIning Pavilion|tags: open

Finally, to find the woods! Aggy thought, hardly noticing Juliet as she entered the cabin the redhead was leaving. She dipped between cabins, heading back toward the arena to find these elusive woods. As she neared them, a cold wind howled, nearly blowing her back. She huddled in her jacket, very aware of the chill, but still wanting to explore, new blade in hand. She soldiered on. Is Long Island normally freezing in June? Aggy thought, not acquainted with the area well enough to know.
Well, that's not normal. This time, snow came in with the breeze. Maybe if I just...get a hot cocoa first? She was within sight of the woods, but the cold on her metal cutlass bit through the tattered wrappings on the handle. She turned back toward the cabins, suddenly aware that she had no idea how to get food at this place.
She paused and took a deep breath, closing her eyes to hone in on the scent. It's almost lunchtime, certainly...ah! SHe smelled food! No longer caring about the woods, she rushed toward it, excited to warm herself from the inside out.
She entered the pavilion, noticing temporary signs on each of the tables with the name of a god on them. She gravitated toward toward the Hermes table, grabbing a plate and stuffing it with food before packing herself into one of the few empty spaces.
Now, how do they get drinks? She wondered, eyeing an older camper sipping lemonade. She watched it magically refill when they put it down, and stared down into her own empty glass.
"Hot cocoa." She demanded, hardly hazarding above a whisper, should her guess be wrong and the other campers make fun of her. She was pleasantly surprised when it worked, and set out to guzzling the warm liquid.

Ophelia Rogers|Female|Aphrodite|Location: Pegasus Stables |tags: Poppy

Ophelia smiled softly at her friend's nickname, then picked up a rake and muck tub to set to work. Although their were only twelve stalls, they were extra large to allow the winged horses more room, and could be quite the hassle to clean up. She stepped into a stall, bemused by her friend's joyous cacophony of pop songs as she set to work.
Ophelia loved the burn in her arms from hard work, and knowing well that, no matter what, she'd be able to take care of herself. Being fragile was a weakness, one she'd tried to work out of herself long ago, with minimal results. I'd rather be feared than loved, for love is fickle. . She frowned, attacking the last pile of wet shavings with a gusto before moving on to the next stall.
Ophelia winced at Poppy's suggestion of the skies, but smoothed her face out quickly enough.
"The woods are good, it's a little chilly for flying." She said, glad for an excuse to stay on the ground. Although Spicy, her favored mare, was steady and had a wide barrel, Ophelia still didn't fully trust her wings. Yeah, woods will be good, she thought, daydreaming about rushing over field and branch, with the wind itself carrying her.
She paused a moment in her work to pull off her hair band and shake out her hair, tying the dark strands into a low ponytail. It wasn't very threatening, but it would have to do as her hair wasn't long enough for many other styles to keep it out of her face.

Henry "Hank" Walker|Male|Apollo|Location: Strawberry Fields |tags: Kenna

Kenna's voice snapped Hank out of his thoughts, and he startled a little, causing him to graze the knife on a finger. He flinched, and put the knife back into it's case, shaking out his hand as he waited for it to stop bleeding. He whistled for Izzy, and she came running over, before getting distracted by a white bug. Odd, how many of them were out, considering the cold breeze that was blowing through.
"Nah just thinking."He said, focusing on the Poseidon girl, a flashing her a smile. Gods, he hoped she couldn't puzzle out his thoughts, being a half-blood was enough pressure for anyone, and that was before the deaths, as common as rain.
"It's like..."He trailed off, the joke lost on his tongue.
A flurry landed on his nose, and he flicked it away. "Hey, no fair!"He called out, noticing more around them, surely being manipulated by the water girl.
"You know I can't match that, I don't have weather tricks!" He said, voice a little hurt. But he still lifted up a hand and started focusing light onto it, as if heat would follow.

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Big House; Pool Table|Tags: Ben, Skylar, Senior Counsel|

Mirabelle quickly headed inside, giving a quick smile and a 'thank you' to Ben as she passed. Ever perceptive, she hadn't missed the worry in his gaze - a worry that matched her own. Upon entering the Big House, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at what Mr. D called 'decorating'. His 'frat-boy chic' style was... an interesting statement, to say the least.
When Mirabelle entered the game room, she could easily see that both camp directors were concerned, in their own ways. Chiron was pacing near the head of the ping pong table, seeming deep in thought. Even Argus's many eyes were filled with trepidation. Mr. D, on the other hand, looked absolutely livid. The god's face had turned a deep shade of purple, which Mirabelle thought made his fleshy countenance look suspiciously grape-like. It contrasted with his garish Hawaiian shirt. The poor article of clothing looked as if a drunken pineapple had gained sentience and decided to become a designer. Resisting the urge to cringe, she would've found the whole situation a bit laughable if not for his angry expression.
As the oracle and the remainder of the head counselors trickled into the room, the wine god turned his attention to them. "Alright, which one of you little brats is responsible for this?" the he exclaimed.
Chiron stopped pacing, simply raising an eyebrow at Mr. D. "I sincerely doubt any of our campers had anything to do with this unprecedented cold front," he cut in.
Mr. D simply grumbled something uncouth under his breath as Chiron turned to the Senior Counsel. "I assume you all know why we've called you here?" the centaur addressed them. "I apologise for causing you to miss lunch, but this is a matter of importance."
Mirabelle couldn't help but agree. Snow, in June? Preposterous.
"The temperature continues to plummet, snow creatures have been sighted in the woods, and the Oracle has had visions," Chiron continued. "I would be lying if I told you that we knew exactly what was happening." This earned him a glare from Mr. D, who was evidently at loathe to admit that he was unsure of the cause of the events. "However, we must prepare in case the situation becomes more drastic. Head counselors, I advise all of you to make sure your cabins have warmer clothes on hand, and that -"
The centaur was suddenly interrupted when the Oracle of Delphi's eyes started to glow with an eerie green light. He fell silent, watching intently as her mouth opened and she began to speak.
"The storm broken, ice has shattered
Venture north to summit battered
Few shall freeze among the clouds
Hearts to fall or heads unbowed
Walk the path of tattered youth
Look inside to find the truth
Unravel the hidden maze
Hero’s choice to thaw or raze."
Mirabelle's eyes widened in awe when the prophecy was spoken. She couldn't help but notice the fact that the oracle hadn't mentioned anything about a certain number of demigods. How strange, she mentally remarked. Every quest I've ever been on has always had a specific number of demigods listed in the prophecy. Usually three. Her gaze drifted over to Chiron, who seemed to be standing completely still with a grim countenance.



|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Open |

Juliet ate rather quickly, sipping on her hot chocolate as she did. She shot a glance at the Aphrodite table, eager to ask Mira if she knew what all of this cold weather was about - she would have asked her own head counselor, but they were nowhere to be seen. Huh. She couldn't see hide nor hair of Mirabelle, either. Casting another quick look around, Juliet realised that all of the head counselors were missing - along with Mr. D and Chiron. Must be holding a counsel meeting or something.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Walking to Dining Pavilion|Tags: Open|

When Chuck reached the dining pavilion, he quickly realised that Mr. D and Chiron were nowhere to be seen. That's like, weird, man, he thought to himself as he stacked food on his plate. Thinking nothing more of it, Chuck seated himself at the Dionysus table as usual.

[Galeslash7]

Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: Big House, Tags: Mira, Ben, Counselors

Skylar nodded along with them and went inside as several others started to arrive. Once most of them were there, Mr D and Chiron started to give them what information they had and instructions for what to do about their Cabins. She nodded, and made several proclamations about how it wasn't her. She got some suspicious looks, but she was pretty sure they mostly believed her.

Suddenly, the Oracle practically spewed a prophecy. This wasn't real surprising to Skylar. She had dealt with so many of them in her time, going and assisting with them. Usually none of them were that important. But this one was long. And it didn't list who was going. That was unusual. But there has to be a reason it was told to the counselors. Maybe a counselor field trip? She looked at everyone gathered as the silence stretched. Then everyone started talking at once. She started to think aloud along with everyone else, voicing her opinion. "Well who is going to go?" They all asked to no one in particular. "What does the line 'hearts to fall' mean?" No one has any answers within the general confusion.

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Big House; Pool Table|Tags: Ben, Skylar, Senior Counsel|

Mirabelle shook her head. "Usually prophecies give us an idea of who is to go, or at least how many..." She worried the inside of her cheek between her teeth, thinking back on the wording of the prophecy. Few shall freeze... that doesn't sound promising. Prophecies always had rather... confusing wording to say the least. Just in case, the daughter of Aphrodite repeated the words in her mind a few times, hoping to commit it to memory. "Anyway..." She looked expectantly up at Chiron, but the centaur was having a hushed conversation with Mr. D. Something about the prophecy had seemed to irk both of the camp directors, though Mr. D had already seemed rather irked to begin with. With a small sigh, she turned back to her fellow counselors. "Perhaps we could start by asking our cabinmates if anyone has had any dreams relating to cold weather?" She thought back on her own dream from the night before. It was still all fragmented in her memory, much to her frustration. A mountain peak that she'd recognised in the dream, but awake, she was having trouble recalling exactly which one. A blizzard swallowing the camp like a hungry maw. The feeling of being frozen - bitingly cold and unable to move. She shivered reflexively as Chiron's voice drew her back to the present. The centaur had evidently finished conferencing with Mr. D; he was now turned to face the assembled counsel.
"I have heard words almost identical to those," the Centaur spoke, almost more to himself than the Senior Council. "About six years ago." He exchanged a look with Mr. D before continuing. "A daughter of Khione received a similar prophecy, but no more than the first line. 'The storm will break, the ice will shatter'. That's all. Not long after, we had an... unfortunate accident involving a daughter of Kymopoleia. Khione's daughter blamed the entire camp and stormed off in a flurry of snow." He sighed heavily, his countenance grim. "It cannot be a coincidence that the first line of this prophecy bears remarkable similarities to the one spoken all those years ago. Now, I know not exactly where she is, nor how her abilities have developed," he declared. "But it seems that a quest is in order."


|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Leaving Dining Pavilion |Tags: Open |

The snow was coming down fast now. Juliet quickly polished off the last of her hot chocolate before heading back to her cabin to go find her winter coat. Rather than worry about what all of this meant, Juliet's mind spun with possibilities. The cold weather opened a whole new world of pranking opportunities - snowball ambushes, coating stairs in ice, you name it! I'll have to do some serious planning later, she mused with a smirk.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Walking to Dining Pavilion|Tags: Open|

When Chuck reached the dining pavilion, he quickly realised that Mr. D and Chiron were nowhere to be seen. That's like, weird, man, he thought to himself as he stacked food on his plate. Thinking nothing more of it, Chuck seated himself at the Dionysus table as usual.

(I'll post for Chuck later)

[OutFoxed]

Poppy ️✿ Rye
✾ 16, She/Her
✾ Demeter
✾ Stables
✾ @Ophelia
✾ #Panic?
─ #AttacksArentFun
─ #Exhale
She'd worked up a sweat in the closed in barn that she hadn't noticed the drastic weather changing until her friend made mention. "Ooo, you are so right! Jeez Louise! Where did this nastiness come from? Was it like this when you were coming here?" Poppy was standing wide-eyed at the doorway to the stable yard, peering out over the small patch of land that felt so like home. Her deep green eyes were clouded in concern and worry - she wasn't prepared for this type of horrible weather. It was SUMMER for Zeus sake - 90s was the norm! If someone didn't do something about this right this moment, she was going throw a fit.
Turning back to her friend, she rushed to Ophelia's side - "Elia! What do we do!??" Her voice was questioning as her mind was beginning to go into a downward spiral. She wasn't prepared for this! What about the Plants! The Horses! Herself! She didn't even bring a Jacket! Or SLEEVES!
Her hands started worrying at her hair, causing even more strands to tumble out of the loose braid and spiral around her face. Her feet weren't staying still - they were on the move. At about six feet, she made an about-face and paced back towards her Aphrodite friend, her boots clattering on the cobblestone aisleway.
The anxiety, the worry, the weather change, the unpredicted, the ... Just as she was about to let her mind run itself into a tizzy - she felt the presence of her close friend. Taking deep breaths and trying to focus on her surroundings; the smell of horses and hay, the feel of the uneven stones underfoot, and the way her friend looked standing in the stable, a spotlight of afternoon sun glinting off her nose piercing, sending a cascade of sparkles like freckles over her olive face.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

And Sane Poppy was back.
She looked to her friend for aid, guidance, and support - to choose their next direction.
To ride or to scurry back to the pavilion for word from their cabin heads.

Ben Asher
⚒ 18, He/Him
⚒ Hephaestus
⚒ Big House
⚒ @Senior Counsel
Prophecies were never a good thing, in Ben's opinion. There was always some quest, running some errand for some god - and chaos ensued. He was much happier fixing and forging. He'd rather be on the curtained side of things, making the weapons the questers needed, fixing those that had been bent and broken; being there for the campers who returned battered and disheartened. Being a teenage fighting machine wasn't easy and PTSD was very much real and almost as contagious as the flu. While most campers were all sorts of wild and crazy - and finally able to unleash their ADHD for something positive and powerful, those who came back from quests were a bit weary and worn down; they'd seen some things, friends die, battles won or lost, and usually faced off with their true self - either learning to accept their own flaws or forever trying to cover them up.
Ben had no use for them - but understood they were part of the job. Part of being a demigod - picking up after the gods. With a heavy sigh and shifting his weight in the chair, the older camper sat with his arms crossed feeling like he was watching a vocal ping pong match. Between Chiron, Mirabelle, and Skylar - there was a whole lot going on, revelations, proclamations of innocence, and a call to action. He definitely felt out of place (although that really wasn't hard as he only truly felt at peace in the smithy) and in a conversation that didn't involve him.
The only time he spoke was a few short sentences to describe the scene he'd stumbled upon in the woods: the snow bears that were nothing but snowflakes with enough power to shred the shoulder of his camp shirt. He also agreed to asking his campers (and those under his guidance) if they'd had any premonition dreams that involved the quest.
The Hephaestus camper would do all that he could to stay behind from the quest - there was nothing but bad news awaiting them. When Chiron had mentioned Khione, it had jogged loose a memory from long ago. A young camper and her friend, a fateful day of Capture the Flag, and a condemnable situation. Not being old enough at the time to understand, being shielded by his head counselor, Ben hadn't given it too many thoughts. Now though, he was a bit wiser and a bit more perceptive - maybe he would have come away with a different viewpoint on that memory from so many years ago. One thing he did remember - they didn't get along well. She always thought Hephaestus campers were slow and useless, ugly, and too prone to fiery outbursts; they thought she was a stuck up ice princess too cold to have heart (but that was just gossipy banter tossed around the cabin). Now Ben pitied them all - she was clearly in a place of hurting, but then again, weren't they all.

Getting to his feet in an inconspicuous way, not wanting to pull their attention away from the topic at hand. He felt stuffy in the house, and a bit useless. Making his way out to the porch, he settled his stocky frame against the railing overlooking the camp as weapon wielding teenagers were going about their day - just another day to tick away. How much things would change now that a few simple lines had been spoken.
One thing that he hadn't noticed as much until the senior campers had said something, was how cold it was - he felt the summer breeze had picked up to a frisky wind but temperature wise he wasn't bothered. His skin felt warm to his touch where his arms crossed and he didn't see any gooseflesh pimpleing or shivers running his spine. Ben only noted how nice it would be to stoke the forge and bang out a few sword pieces with the chiller weather (ever try to work a 2000 degree forge in 100 degree weather?). He even thought a dip in the lake later would still be welcome exercise.

Withdrawing out of his deep contemplation when he heard the screen porch door hinges screech and the floor boards creak as they bore weight. His grey eyes glanced back to find who was joining him.

[indigo']

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|tags:open
Jamie shivered against the cold as he made his way up to the dining pavilion, silently wishing he had worn more than just a t-shirt and jeans. This isn’t normal, he thought. Leave it to Camp to have something as weird as snow in the middle of summer. Having been at camp for a few years, Jamie was used to weird stuff by now, but anything out of the ordinary still made him nervous and wary. He found a seat at the Iris table by himself and got some food. He pulled out a sketchbook and began doodling as he ate, but the cold breeze kept rustling the pages and the snow made wet marks that smudged his drawings.

[takara]

Ophelia Rogers|Female|Aphrodite|Location: Stables |tags: Poppy

Ophelia watched her freckled friend get worked up, and gave her a minute to calm down to a point where Ophelia's presence could help. She followed Poppy's gaze to peer out of the barn, realizing with a jolt that snow was now falling and sticking. Inwardly, Ophelia was asking herself the same questions, but she put on a brave face for Poppy, and gave her a comforting smile when she came around. Had she been alone, she would've ridden anyway, and challenged the god who dared make this mess to strike her down. As it was, she noticed that Poppy was practically shaking with nerves-and probably-cold.
"How about we throw some hay down and get the equines in?" The lanky girl said, reaching out her hands to steady her friend's shoulders. I really should offer her my jacket, Ophelia thought, and almost began shrugging it off before she caught herself. Triage. Keep yourself warm, so you can focus on getting this done.
"Then we can swing by my cabin to grab warm clothes for you," Ophelia said confidently. Even though her raggy blue coat would be much too long on the girl, it would have to do. For herself, she could just layer jackets.
"Once you're properly clothed, we'll head to the Dining Pavilion to get something warm in you." and see what all this is about, Ophelia finished, gently taking her hands off, and setting to work throwing extra hay down so the horses, winged and wingless, could come in.
She sang aggressively at she got to work, hoping that "The Year 3000", when sung with full gusto and slightly offkey, would take Poppy's mind off things, or at least my own. Ophelia thought, as she belted out "Not much has chhh-anged, but they lived under wah-ter," while tossing hay into stalls.

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson|Female|Unknown (Ares)|Location:Dining Pavilion|tags: Jamie

Aggy didn't like being boxed in. Other Hermes cabin members bookended her into her seat, and though the heat was welcome, the closeness was not. She devoured her food while it was still hot, and set about surveying the other campers for a target as she finished her hot cocoa.
It's too packed here. She thought, setting her sights on the other tables. It could be said that Aggy had a one track mind, which wouldn't be incorrect.
Finally, she spied someone sitting alone, a intricate knife on his hip [[Let me know if I need to fix the placement]], nose stuck in a book of some sort; the perfect opportunity.

She elbowed her way out of her seat, then disposed of her dishes before approaching him. She walked over to the table, aiming at his front so she didn't catch him off guard. "Ahem," She cleared her throat before beginning, "Hello, I'm Aggy. Do you have a whetstone?" She asked, looking down at him (though it would be quite the opposite if she were standing). "Or do you know where I could get one? I recently acquired this," She tapped the hilt of the cutlass, which was sticking up out of her basketball shorts' pocket. "And I'm told I'll want it sharp for tonight." She smiled, eyes glittering perhaps a bit too much at the idea of battle.

[indigo']

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|tags:Aggy
Jamie caught movement in his peripheral and looked up to see a girl headed towards his table. He quickly shut his sketchbook, silently hoping the fresh pen wouldn’t smudge on the page and looked up to meet the girls gaze. “Uh, hi...” He replied, giving her his typical charming grin. “I’m Jamie.” His gaze followed her movement briefly to the cutlass sticking out of her pocket and he raised his eyebrows. “Uh, no I don’t. Sorry.” He said, glancing at the knife strapped to his own hip, then back up at her.
The knife had been a gift from his mother a few years ago, before he had come to camp or knew anything about gods and monsters. His father had told him she’d sent it in the mail for Christmas, though Jamie had no idea why his mom thought he’d need a weapon like that. He understood why now, though he still didn’t like using it. He only used the knife if he absolutely had to, and he definitely wasn’t sharpening it regularly.
This girl seemed to be a little too excited at the prospect of violence and it unnerved him slightly, though he tried not to show the nervousness on his face, keeping up his friendly smile. “I’d ask one of the Ares kids,” He suggested, hoping she wouldn’t see his lack of weapon supplies as an indication that he’d be an easy target during capture the flag.