Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Pippa, Ophelia|

Mirabelle smiled, a sad yet genuine smile. Pippa's concern for her and Ophelia was touching. She could tell that the other girl wasn't necessarily being fully honest about her feelings, but decided not to push it for the time being. "Well, if you need anything, I'll be here," she said reassuringly. "At least, until the quest starts. But even then - I'm only an Iris message away."
When they caught up with Ophelia at the dining pavilion. Mirabelle sensed that something wasn't quite right. Despite all of Ophelia's methods to hide her emotions, the Aphrodite head counselor could usually tell when someone had been crying. She was rather an expert on hiding tears herself - she had years of practise on that front. Though worry prickled at her heart, she decided not to say anything for now. If I were in her shoes, I would want to pretend it never happened and move on. Instead, she offered Ophelia a smile and headed over to the buffet table to figure out what she wanted to eat.

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Walking Through Camp|Tags: Alex|

"Yeah, we totally make a habit out of angering evil Elsa in particular," Juliet snickered. A cold breeze blew sharply in her direction with quite some force, nearly making her stumble. She glared up at the sky and cursed under her breath in ancient greek. As she turned back to the Aphrodite kid, her playful smirk returned. "But nah. Even we couldn't pull something like this off. The gods are pretty much the only ones who can control the weather in camp to this major of an extent, or so I've been told." She absently noted to test that theory eventually. Maybe get a bunch of Zeus campers together and see what happens? "Anyways," Juliet continued. "I'm really hoping they don't cancel Capture the Flag tonight. Aiden - you know, the Athena head counselor? He said they might if the weather keeps up."


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Walking Through Camp|Tags: Jamie|

"Yeah, like, they go completely bananas whenever I play 'Dancing Queen' on the reed pipes," Chuck admonished. Last time he'd played that particular song while around the strawberries, they'd almost strangled some poor unclaimed demigod. "Trust me, you do not wanna see that." When Jamie suggested checking on them, Chuck shrugged. "Like, I don't know what we could even do for them now," he admitted. "It's like, probably too late."

|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Peak of Mount Marcy/Blizzard Dreamscape|Tags: Aydan --> Open|

"No," Vivienne assured him sharply, though her surroundings were starting to blur. "It's just - I believe I am about to wake."
As soon as she had said it, she lost any semblance of control she'd had on the dream. It drastically faded before her as her mind slipped back into the waking world.
At the peak of Mount Marcy, about eight hours away from that accursed Camp Half-Blood, Vivienne's ice-blue eyes fluttered open. Suspicion bubbled inside of her as she thought back on the odd dream she'd awoken from. The young woman pushed herself out of bed, slipping on a pair of boots before navigating the caves to the outside.
"Mother," she called, rather impatiently. When that didn't work, she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Khione."
The snow goddess materialised beside her in a flurry of flakes. She said nothing, but watched her daughter intently.
"When were you planning to inform me of the existence of another half-sibling of mine!?"

[sunhorsestar]

Karter Zael | Hades | Tagging: Emerson | Location: Camp, Dining Hall


Karter's lips curved into the start of a smile, a rare sight for the boy, but he didn’t try to chase it away this time. "I’m sure, don't'cha worry 'bout me." He never had a large appetite as it was, even with the smell of the food in the air. "More than anythin', I came in here to get outta the snow." On the note of the snow, it was a good question! "I dunno... I assume as long as it doesn’t get icy the game'll still be on."


Satchiko Hironami | Poseidon | Tagging: Jolene | Location: Camp


Satchi's overall demeanour, the cheery energy, diminished just a bit. Her smile faltered. "Yeah... so you’re an old-timer, huh?" She tried her best to regain her bright smile. "Sorry we haven’t met before, man, I can’t believe I missed out! There’s not a ton of big-three kids hanging around!"

[demolition lovers]

jolene "jo"-18-zeus

Jo caught the edge of malcontent, hesitating, before deciding to ignore it. "Just the few of us." She replied. 'It does get kind of...tense...about it, sometimes. We still aren't like them." She said, frustration leaking into her tone. They started up the hill, the noise of the other demigods getting louder as they got closer. "Still. Better in here than out there."

Winona-19-hecate (open)

Winona had gotten up before the sun did, grabbing food for the day, so she could focus solely on her training. The only one there had been Dionysus, who had greeted her with the same lofty "Winifred," That he had every day for years. She liked Mr. D genuinely, she thought he was hilariously dry, and she could mouth off a bit. Course, that was always followed by threats that were never acted on. Jareth was tucked in her bag, asleep. At the dummies, she was debating between magic and her knives. Both were powerful, and she knew what mother would want her to use. Almost spitefully, she threw the knife at the target, hitting it square in the chest. She sighed, closing her eyes to draw the fire out. The white flame danced in her hand, growing as she focused. Hopefully the flammability protections were up. Her magic was white, she figured that most Hecate kids had a different color, but the only other sibling she knew of was Skylar, who kind of avoided her. She sighed as she felt a spirit pushing through the veil, She wasn't actually sure what the name for t was, but it seemed like a decent term. "Not now." She said firmly, closing her mind off.

[sunhorsestar]

Satchiko Hironami | Poseidon | Tagging: Jolene | Location: Camp


Satchi shrugged. "I mean, I try not to read into it TOO much. Our heritage isn’t our fault, right? We don’t get to CHOOSE who our parents are." She shivered, goosebumps forming on her arms under her thin sleeves. "Let’s head to the dining pavilion, eh? Get out of this crazy snow..."

[Kveykva]

──── Ａｉｄｅｎ Ｓｅａｖｅｒ
【✦】| Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | Dining Pavilion | Tags: Niji Budōnoki, Cresolis Raeburn, Open
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

"Don't worry about it," Aiden brushed it off, not wanting the other camper to feel bad about upsetting him. As the two ate their fill, Aiden couldn't help but wonder about the new camper. He didn't come across as a child of Athena or Ares, and while his first guess would be Aphrodite, a little voice in the back of his head insisted that wasn't right. He supposed there wasn't any harm in waiting until Niji was claimed, but as far as first impressions went, he didn't get a negative vibe from him. He did recall Niji mentioning something about if he didn't "believe" in the gods and how that would affect things. Honestly, Aiden never thought about it. In fact, he'd never even considered his own faith. Before he came to Camp Half-Blood, Aiden didn't really believe in a god or set of gods. It wasn't something he thought about much as a little kid, and despite the various religious families who fostered him, nothing stuck. Even after he'd discovered the truth behind the Greco-Roman pantheon, he wasn't sure he'd consider it his faith. Did he believe they existed? Of course, it was difficult to deny their existence. But that didn't mean he put any faith into them or their afterlife, which felt strange to say. I wonder if there's other gods out there besides ours. It would sure make religion more difficult for anyone who practiced it. His munching slowed to picking, and he'd grown so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed Niji's departure. "Mmh." Aiden swallowed what he was chewing. "It was good to meet you, Niji. Don't forget, we're having Capture the Flag tonight!" If the weather doesn't cancel it...

A stranger approaches ! ! | Tags: Vivienne Isole, Khione
There was a curious chill in the air. Seems like Khione's doing. The man mused, unbothered by the cold. His encounter with the goddess of ice and snow had been a chance one, and he could only imagine what the coming meeting would entail. Though, he wouldn't deny he preferred New York blanketed in snow to its usually somber counterpart. He checked his watch; half-past two. He wouldn't want to keep the goddess waiting, but his thoughts began to wander... what purpose was there to all this? Perhaps your domain is ice and snow, but there's something larger afoot. I wouldn't be here otherwise. Khione hadn't given him a specific meeting place, but he could find the goddess easily enough. Snowy streets turned to icy rocks as the man strode through the shadows, stepping purposefully onto Mount Marcy's snow-dusted peak. "Khione." He recognized the goddess immediately, but the second face he was unacquainted with. "I take it this one's yours?" he asked, gesturing to the demigod. The stranger stood perfectly straight, carrying himself in a very dignified manner. He dressed in a grey three-piece suit with a purple tie, his hands resting on an ebony cane. Black wings sprouted from his back, decorated with glittering snowflakes.

[*Lovel*]

Aydan Tags: Open Location: Hermes cabin and lake

Aydan gasped as he bolted straight up in bed. He was drenched in a cold sweat, a look of disgust washed over his face. He threw the blankets off himself and got into a shower. For a while he just stood there letting the water wash over him as he thought about the dream. Why did the girl feel so familiar to him? He's never seen her in his life. He finished up his shower and got dressed in a gray hoodie and some black sweatpants. He sighed and grabbed his daggers and put them in his hoodie pocket. He heading out of the cabin and made his way to the lake. He needed a place to think through what had just occurred, he also needed to think about his strategy for capture the flag.

Emerson "Emmie" Tags: Karter Location: Dining Hall

" I don't care for snow much either, it's too cold. It's pretty and all but thats about it." Emmie said as she shoved the muffin in her pocket. "Well since I'm done eating and you don't seem to be too hungry... wanna do some training for the game?" she asked him with a smirk. She needed the practice "You can go all out on me, I can take it!" she told him with a bright smile as she tied up her red locks in a high pony.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Field|tags:Samuel
Auggie rolled her eyes at his sarcastic response. She knew that harassing a new kid and tricking them was a very in character thing for her to do. As much as she hated being predictable, she could never resist the urge to mess with someone, especially when they let her do it so easily. She shook her head at the question, frowning thoughtfully. “I don’t think so,” She replied, remembering that the girls belongings had been kept in the crowded back of Cabin 11. “Could be,” She agreed, “Though she did it for a whetstone and looked ready to fight me at every turn so I’m not sure.” She added. She’d never known a child of Athena to be so aggressive and belligerent, but then again, not everyone took after their godly parent, and it wasn’t like she’d gotten to know many children of Athena anyways.

She raised an eyebrow at the statement that she would beat him in sparring. She didn’t really take it as a compliment because she already assumed it was true. Auggie wasn’t one for flattery, any sort of compliment that she didn’t want to hear or wasn’t already aware of and she’d become very uncomfortable. But she already knew she was good at fighting, and Samuel never seemed to try very hard. She thought she’d managed to make him a little angry a few times, but that seemed to be a rare occurrence.

Auggie spent a lot of time at the arena, practicing with her sword. Partially because she enjoyed it and wanted to get better, and partially because it was an excuse to stay as far away from others as possible. Right now she just wanted a distraction from the events that had just taken place and from whatever weirdness was going on with the snow. It gave her an unsettling feeling that she’d been trying to ignore, and the whole camp felt like it was brimming with uneasiness. “Well I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t think I was going to win,” She said with a roll of her eyes. “But I’ll try not to scratch up your pretty face too badly.” She added sarcastically before starting off towards the arena again without looking back to see if he was following.

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Camp|tags:Chuck
It took every ounce of strength Jamie had not to laugh at Chuck’s story. He knew the satyr was being serious, and that the unexpected snow would take a toll on the strawberries and that was horrible, but he couldn’t help imagining the angry strawberries responding to Chuck playing ‘Dancing Queen’. He bit his lip to suppress a smile but a small squeak of a laugh slipped out. He plastered on a straight face, though his eyes still glimmered with amusement behind his round glasses. “Dude, I’m sorry. Your reed pipe playing is great, and who doesn’t like ABBA?” He silently thought that he’d love to see it, but he didn’t say that part out loud. He shrugged in response, though he figured Chuck was right, strawberries didn’t grow in winter for a reason. “I guess so...” He agreed. “Maybe if you play ‘Mamma Mia’ instead they’ll like...thaw out.” He suggested with a sly smile, clearly joking.

[OutFoxed]

Poppy ️✿ Rye
✾ 16, She/Her
✾ Demeter
✾ Walking Through Camp - Dining Pavilion
✾ @Open /mentioned some campers
The twisting scent of warmth and cinnamon drifted on the wicked breeze enticing Poppy to about-face and stalk through the slush towards the dining pavilion. Her stomach rumbled at the thought of food, but her heart was set on hot cocoa with cinnamon sprinkles, whip cream swirl, and a peppermint straw. Her boots kicked through what snow was sticking to the ground as she skittered over the grass away from the cabins. A combination of clumsiness and a proclivity to dance caused her way of going to be rambunctious to say the least.

In a whirl of cold, she bustled across the hall's entrance, striding forward towards the hot drink line. Her freckled nose was red from the nipping wind and frozen flakes of snow were slowly melting in her braided hair. She was so grateful for the cup of cocoa, that she just held on top the cup for a few moments before ever taking a sip. Instead, she let her eyes roam over the other gathered campers - she recognized a few, the black haired Athenian Counselor, umm..., Her thoughts hesitated as she tried to drum up the name. Aiden. Athena head counselor Aiden. While he was younger than her, he'd been at camp longer and really stepped up to the task of leadership. Dang Athena campers, she grumbled rolling her eyes. Overachievers.
A sip of the hot liquid, the warm heat as the cocoa hit her throat and warmed all the way down to her belly - but unfortunately in her haste to consume, she'd sacrificed a few tastebuds. Resuming her scan of the crowd - She noticed Hank with a couple girl campers and a handful of other campers here and there. Fortunately her annoying siblings weren't hovering over their table - she rarely got along with them, mostly due to her non-conforming attitude. She preferred wildflower fields, dandelions, and her signature poppies. They liked carefully cultivated rows of roses - shouting her out about her weeds and uncultured tastes. Everything had to be organized into columns and rows - corn, wheat, rice, even citrus trees. While the strawberries too resided in neat rows, the bushes themselves were tangled masses and called to Poppy's heart. Who had time for the careful pruning of bonsai trees which die when you squint at them wrong when you could run through the forest swinging tree limb to tree limb on great big oaks a thousand years old - that have withstood the worst hurricanes and blizzards. They considered her untamable, a weed herself. If they could - they'd probably use a bit of weed killer on her just so they could have their perfect cabin.
Most of the time, Poppy never let her siblings bother her - there was too much joy to be had. But sitting at the Demeter table by herself while other groups chatted loudly or called after their siblings with cheer; she felt alone and a bit sad. Probably due to the weather - sunshine and warmth made her happy and cheerful, even a good summer rain and rolling storm could elicit excitement and joy from her. Snow and cold, wind and slush - was definitely not how the first day of camp was supposed to go.

Ben Asher
⚒ 18, He/Him
⚒ Hephaestus
⚒ Forge
⚒ @Laurel & Hank (Izzy)
Wiping down the blade edge, freeing it of the excess oil, he flipped it around so tang side was presented. "Next step is a slow heat treat - prevents it from being brittle." The blade still had a ton of grime from the forging process and the true blade shape and the gorgeous ladder damascus patterning along the length of the weapon was hidden. It definitely was not a flattering piece to present for critical eyes - especially when it's true elegance was right below the surface unseen.

When she presented her own blade, Ben set his work in progress on his anvil station, then carefully took it in his hands looking over the damaged edges. Raising the dagger to eye level, he appraised it for warps and deviations.
"You need a stronger blade - or stop hitting hard things."
It was an easy fix - just grind the blade down until the blemishes went away. Unfortunately, it wasn't a solution just a fix. Every time she'd hit something hard or solid, or tougher than her blade, it would roll the edge and weaken the weapon. The other side affect of constantly grinding the edges, eventually there wouldn't be a blade left.
Best solution - a new dagger. Current fix - half an hour at the belt grinder.

The sound of the doors opening and a familiar face, he lifted a hand in greeting. He was surprised by the dog's presence - not her, as she was a well-known and generally loved companion of the Apollo camper. She just wasn't one to be found in or around the forge. His brow furrowed for a moment before he heard Hank's words; then he understood. It was actually getting pretty cold outside, apparently (Tolerance for heat and blissfully unaware of the cold, Thanks Dad).

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Laurel tags ben

Laurel nods and says “ok” she smiles and says “thank you for fixing my blade”

Valkeri tags aydan

Valkeri chases after her two pet and crashed in a boy, she falls on her bum and sunny starts to nuzzle her hand. Valkeri pats sunnys head and says “sorry about that I wasn’t watching where I was going”

[*Lovel*]

Aydan Tags: Val Location: Lake

"Tch, you really should watch where you are going." Aydan said annoyed. He looked back to the lake and decided to try his freezing and unfreezing out. He concentrated on the lake to make it unfreeze, he wasn't sure how to do it so he just thought of warm things which made his skin crawl. He then noticed a small patch of ice had melted away. He breathed out in exhaustion, he'd definitely need more practice on his technique and concentration. He looked at the girl in her pet "what are you two doing running around for anyway?" he asked coldly with a cloud coming out of his mouth with each word.