Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

My gallery · by **tawneypelt0504** » Sat Jan 02, 2021 2:04 pm

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes/Cabin 11|Head Counselor|Loc:|Tags/Mentions:Juliet, Laika,People around big house
Cass walked back to the Hermes Cabin hoping to lie down on her bed and try to process the events of the day. As she was walking she noticed Juliet exit the cabin a breathed a small sigh of relief that her younger sister was okay. Cass entered the cabin laid down on her bunk and took a deep breath trying to process what happened. She was unable to do so for long before hearing the sounds of something collapsing and panicked voices. Cass immediately shot out of bed cursing to herself and sprinting out the door as fast as she could through the snow. As Cass arrived at the big house thankful for her enhanced speed although she hadn't completely mastered it, she managed to catch the last bit of Lakia's speech which was good since that was the part that concerned her and her cabin mates. She caught a glimpse of Juliet through the crowd and made her way towards her feeling slightly on edge about being in the throng of campers. Luckily Cass was able to make her way to Juliet without incident "Hey Kiddo you doing okay" Cass said with a gentle smile to her younger sister "Wanna head around back to see if we can find something to help support the house"She said motioning with her head to the back of the house. Cass figured that there would probably be something they could use and it would allow them to get away from the crowd of people which would help her feel a tad more relaxed.

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Sat Jan 02, 2021 2:16 pm

Mirabelle was almost disappointed when Ophelia took her arm back, though she didn't voice it. She internally cursed her discomfort with most physical contact. In verity, she simply wasn't used to it anymore. Sure, she'd had a decent amount of it when she'd been with Juliet - hugging and hand-holding were all part of a relationship, even a secret one - but even that had been difficult. Juliet didn't understand why she would jump or tense at a simple touch, no matter her attempts to explain. Truth be told, it all boiled down to guilt. Sure, she'd been picked on and beaten up quite a few times when she'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood all those years ago, but it had only fueled her training so she could better defend herself. The real reason behind her aversion pushed it's way through her gradually increasing headache into her conscious mind.
I don't deserve this. Not after what I've done.
The wave of guilt and regret crashed over her head once more, threatening to drown her in its murky depths. Closing her eyes ever so gently as not to worry Ophelia, she pushed the waters back as she had done so many times before. She lacked the energy to force a smile or don her usual mask of cheer, but she hoped it would be enough to keep the other girl from asking questions. Otherwise, she might find herself in the same state Ophelia had been in just a short while ago. Instead, she took a small breath and refocused her attention on the conversation at hand.
"That's not stupid," she murmured, the dull ache of melancholy pushing its way through the exhaustion. "To want to be happy, I mean." Silence fell for a short period of time, marked by the heaviness of her previous words. "Isn't that what we all want? We go through our lives chasing after slivers of anything that could possibly make us feel good. To make us feel... whole." She knew she was revealing too much, but the fact of just how tired she was certainly hindered any verbal filters she may have normally had. She barely even knew what she was saying before it was out of her mouth. "Some of us even hide behind masks of happiness and joy, thinking that if we can fool the world, maybe we can fool ourselves into believing it too." The bitterness in her voice was enough to make her realise what she'd let slip out of her mouth. Suddenly self-conscious, Mirabelle's grey-blue eyes - more grey than blue at the moment - flickered away. Whatever heat she had left in her body rose to her face in embarrassment. "Sorry. That was - um - I don't know where that came from."

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Bog House|Tags: Big House Gang, Laika, Cass|

Though Juliet generally didn't like taking orders from anyone, the lioness lady had a point. Surprisingly, she actually recognised the uniform. Mountie. But what in Olympus was she doing here? Still, there was time to answer that and other questions later. Right now, there were campers in peril. She was certainly thankful that Lion Lady had given her cabin a job that didn't involve too much risk. Sure, Juliet was fond of her fellow campers, but she wouldn't risk her skin for just anyone.
Make a support? She didn't even know where to begin. Sure, she'd built all sorts of traps in the past, but a support? Juliet seriously hoped someone from the Athena cabin would show up soon and give her some instructions or something. Thankfully, the voice of her head counselor snapped her out of her thoughts. Juliet breathed a sigh of relief, though she scowled slightly when Cass called her 'kiddo'.
"I'm doing okay," she confirmed, disregarding her pounding heart. Hadn't Aggy headed over this way with the Hades counselor and Orin? Man, she hoped they'd made it out. "Yeah. That sounds good." Despite her claim of being 'okay', she couldn't hide the slight shaking in her voice.

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Medical Tent|Tags: Draco, Ayden --> Open|

Chuck waved to Draco and the unconscious Ayden they headed off to the Big House. With most of the wounded campers being transported or healed by the ambrosia and nectar, he felt his role was wrapping up. He finished eating the roll of bandages he'd started nervously chewing on, looking remarkably like some sort of weird fruit-by-the-foot commercial. He resolved to tidy up the medical tent as best he could, helping the other satyrs, nymphs, and campers within to pack most of the supplies.

|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Peak of Mount Marcy|Tags: N/A|

Vivienne managed to get them back to Mount Marcy, that was for sure.
The two landed in an unceremonious heap on the storm-battered ledge she often used as a balcony. Ozymandias complained loudly as she untangled herself from him, carefully getting to his feet and shaking out his dark plumage. He chirped in what Vivienne could swear was an annoyed tone of voice. As she got to her feet and dusted herself off, a dizzying wave of exhaustion crashed over her head. She stumbled, bracing herself against the gryphon's sleek feathers. Transporting herself back had taken more energy than she had expected. With a short huff of frustration, she shook her head briskly to clear the spots from her vision. My body needs to recharge. It was true, she realised. She was exhausted - not only from the transport, but her excursions at that wretched Camp Half-Blood as well.
The click of claws against stone told her that Ozymandias had followed her inside. If she didn't know better, she would have assumed that the beast was concerned for her well-being. She gave him a stern look, to which he simply tilted his head. Mother can continue our attack on Camp Half-Blood in my absence. The snow wasn't stopping anytime soon, that was for sure. She slipped both Nicholas' business card and the small bone he had given her out of her pocket. There will be time for this tomorrow. The tired young woman opened up a dresser drawer and carefully placed both items inside. Her eyes lingered on the painted box beside them, almost wanting to open it again. Almost. For now, she contented herself with the scrap of burial cloth safely tucked in a pocket. She brought it out into the light once more, running her fingers along the beautiful embroidery. I shall avenge you, Audra. I must.

My gallery · by **takara** » Sat Jan 02, 2021 3:22 pm

Hank was good at listening to authority. He’d learned long ago that not listening to his mother’s orders on a hunting trip almost always ended in pain. So when Laika told them to move, he was more than willing to oblige. But then a crack! Came from behind him, and before he knew it, the hunter was barking out new orders. He turned to see the source of the noise, his heart nearly stopping when he saw the Big House roof collapsing in on it.
There was a brief stillness, then the air was filled with noise. A good portion of it coming from inside the house. How many people were in there? He wondered, but his feet were already moving, throwing him back at the building. The whole thing sounded like a half-cut tree, waiting for the final brush of gravity to drag it down. He plunged through the doorway, rushing after the others toward the infirmary, something like fire running through his veins.

Aggy opened her eyes and groaned. Something had woken her up, and she didn’t want to get out of bed. “Go away!” She called, waving a hand at whoever had dared to wake her up. Then a creaking noise came again, and she pulled herself up into a sitting position to trace the source. Is the building settling? She wondered. Her own home was old, and regular creaks and groans were not uncommon, but nothing at this level.
Is it...falling? Her question was answered when a section of ceiling crumpled, causing her to leap out of her chair. She screamed. It was only natural, and besides, she had still been mostly asleep. She rubbed her face with a sleeve, stepping forward to examine the rubble. It’s blocking the exit, no worries, I’ll just- Eeeeerrkkk! With that, more ceiling fell in, and the other doorway was closed. Crap!

Am I going to die here, fighting with the inevitable? All her life, Aggy had known she’d go down in a fight. She’d just thought that her opponents would be more...combatiable? I’m in here alone, do they know I went this far in? She wondered, the thought driving her to action. She examined the rubble by the first exit, but it seemed impossible. The ceiling was groaning again, and it drove fear into her heart. In desperation, she yelled “Help!” Stiffening in case the noise called the ceiling to fall faster.

She saw the pain flash over Mirabelle's features, and she felt the hurt. I know exactly what you mean by that. She thought, but knew better than to say. Instead, she sighed, rubbing her dripping nose on a sleeve. She offered up a smile, genuine and bittersweet. Camp keeps us alive, but at what cost? How much will one pay for safety, before it causes them to snap.
“Personally, ” She started, studying Mira’s eyes, her voice got smaller as she went on “I’ve found that the opposite works too,” usually she added, thinking of earlier. She couldn’t hold Mira’s blue gray gaze anymore, so she looked to Mira’s left, where a post it board covered in mini-mood boards and announcements hung, the bright cheeriness of it adding to her already forming headache.

She winced and pressed a hand to her head, then pulled herself back to look at Mira. She followed a lock of blonde hair with her eyes. “But either way, it’s still a mask. It won’t hold forever. It can’t.” She said. And sometimes it breaks at the worst time.

My gallery · by **Galeslash7** » Sat Jan 02, 2021 3:51 pm

Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: Big House Porch, Tags: Open, Mentions: Laika

Skylar backed up as she heard an earth-shattering crack. She could feel the wooden porch underneath her feet vibrate and saw tiles of the roof of the Big House start to slide off the roof. Then it collapsed inward. She heard piercing screams and she fell backwards, shocked. There were so many people in there, so many young campers. And her siblings... She heard a girl yell through the crowd and start to take charge. She recognized the girl as the Lieutenant of Artemis who occasionally visited Camp Half-Blood. She started ordering around different campers, but Skylar didn't hear what she was supposed to do. She decided to just focus on lifting some of the beams to allow those trapped inside to escape. She knew her magic was working, she had tried it as soon as she had woken up, but she wasn't sure she was at full power at the moment. She lifted her hands and spread them out wide. Muttering under her breath, she started to clear debris that was blocking the door.

Bay Laurel, Immortal, Female, Drayd, Location: Big House/Infirmary, Tags: Open, Mentions: None

Bay Laurel had had a crazy day. First, a whole bunch of new campers arrived, which always made her nervous. Then, it started to snow as the campers romped around in her forest, playing a game. She felt her life-tree start to freeze and she immediately ran over to it to start covering it in wool blankets, moss, and ferns. Nothing plastic, even though several other dryads had told her their trees really liked those heat-warmer things. Then she had rushed to the Big House for a very important meeting that was called by Dionysus and Chiron. She was in the back of the House, serving hot cocoa and food to several campers while they waited for the meeting to start. That is when the rumbling started. The whole place started to shake and beams started to fall. Then the whole roof collapsed. Instinctively, she turned into a tree, her large branches shielding several campers. Bay shuddered as debris hit her. She turned back into her normal form and started to see if the campers around her were all right. Then she shouldered past the beams on the floor and stopped to check several campers. Some were injured, but she couldn't do anything right now. She had to get to the infirmary where several injured campers had rested. She knew she and the other dryads could take care of them as soon as they got them out. She pushed at some debris and nimbly hopped over fallen beams to get to the infirmary.

My gallery · by **Kveykva** » Sat Jan 02, 2021 4:50 pm

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Aiden didn't push to change Teilo's mind. "If that's what you want. But the option's always there in case you change your mind." He added before dropping it. Aiden could almost guarantee Teilo's mother learned the truth about his father sooner or later; gods were usually kind enough to bring it up at some point before cutting contact. Then again, that's been his experience with all the other gods. Maybe Thanatos didn't think about it? He wouldn't see why. He was the god of peaceful death, and from what Aiden understood from his studies, he was generally a pretty amiable dude.

Teilo was receptive to Aiden's criticisms of how he treated the weapon, and thankfully, he was swift to change that. "I like it." The boy agreed. "And I think Emrys does as well." While Aiden didn't have a great amount of control over weapons like some of his other siblings or the Ares cabin, he did have a knack for understanding magical weapons. Maybe it had to do with there being more wisdom and less force involved when communicating with something? He didn't really know. "I think it'll serve you much better now."

Teilo sounded surprised to hear Aiden's true age, but not for the reasons he originally thought. "Why would I do any of that?" he asked. "I'm content to do what I do here. I'm wanted. Needed. The average joes might find my story out-of-this-world but to the people here? It's pretty mundane. Except for the time one of my foster families ended up being monsters and they tried to eat me." He shrugged it off. "I don't have any baggage to lay down, so I don't need anyone to spill to. Besides, who would I? Everyone else already has so many problems of their own, and I'm not about to add to the pile because I'm feeling a little sad. It's cruel."

The sound of screams cut their conversation short. Aiden was relieved, but only briefly. His eyes widened when he spotted the source of the camp's dismay; the big house. "The roof is caving in!" he exclaimed, worry seeping into his voice. He wanted to run. He wanted to charge forward and start helping the others add supports to the aging house, or even climb onto the roof and sweep off the rising snow by the bucket full. There had to be dozens of campers already inside. Yet, his body didn't move. He stood just barely beyond the dining pavilion, clenching his cup of hot chocolate. The near-boiling drink splattered onto the snow, the styrofoam shredded in his fingers. He felt it burning his fingers, yet he did nothing. What's happening?

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"Hi, Malcolm Kingston. Defence Minister for the United Kingdom. Am I speaking to a Nicholas Storm?"

Nicholas sat silently on his end of the line, gears turning. Malcom Kingston? He didn't recognize the name at a glance, but the man on the phone was kind enough to give his title as well. Nicholas knew his name would come up in a simple google search if a person knew where to look, but his personal number was private information.
Jessica. a command.
Yessir? an answer.
I'm coming to you. a warning.
Harper's could wait. This couldn't. The death domain god dipped into the shadows, stepping into the clinically clean mortuary underground. Briefly, Nicholas placed the call on mute. "Have you given out my personal number to anyone? Or has anyone called looking for me besides Vivienne?" The receptionist shook her head. "No sir. The phone lines are unplugged." He nodded, seeming content with the answer. "Well, let's see if I can get to the bottom of this." He returned the phone back to his ear. "Yes sir, though I must say I'm flattered to be getting a call from someone such as yourself." With the presence of so many spirits lingering around the building, his senses grew stronger. Malcolm Kingston. He sensed the weight of tragedy; had this man been a proxy in some incident? "To what do I owe the pleasure?" The stranger's response came, but Nicholas' mind was elsewhere. April 25th, 2014. A derailed train in Cardiff, Wales. 24 killed, more than that injured. The event made front-page news and, Kingston...

"Perhaps,"

Nicholas kept his tone formal and amiable, a drastic change from the playfully rattled, vulgar bartender he'd been only minutes earlier. "Tell me, minister. How's the wife been? Alison and Eva? Quite a tragic accident they had in Cardiff, I hear. I hope you've been doing well these past six years. It's not been long since the anniversary, after all." He didn't know what kind of elaborate prank the defense minister of the UK was trying to pull, but he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

My gallery · by **rabbit_with_a_fedora** » Sat Jan 02, 2021 4:53 pm

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“Everyone, get to the infirmary and try and keep the roof from collapsing on those inside; I can feel that it’s still intact, but under a lot of pressure. The metal I-beams haven’t be replaced since Il Duche was a baby.”

“Right,”

“Stay with us, and you can carry the sick and wounded when we get there. Now come on.”

“Get up! It’s not time for a blanket drill, you sleeping fool,”

“Everyone, grab stretchers and load up the wounded. We have no chance of wheeling all these beds out. And we’re running out of time - oh bloody hell.”

“So the roof’s caving in, absolutely wonderful. We have no worry in the world.”

“OF COURSE WE HAVE SOMETHING TO WORRY ABOUT! We’re all going to be crushed by frozen wood if we don’t move. I’m going to control the metal beams as best I can, but they’re rusted beyond repair. Campers, get a move on, and I mean it.”

sick with le spiky ball virus

“Grab the rest of the wounded and GET OUT! Don’t look back, just run! I’ll take these two!”

“We managed to get most patients out of the infirmary. How-“

“What do you mean, most? I don’t see my sister Treble here!”

“She didn’t make it.”

“Anyways, Apollo and Aphrodite cabins, take these survivors to the Apollo cabin; we can use that as a temporary infirmary. There are still living beings in the Big House; I can sense that they are alive. So far, only two deaths. Those I’ve mentioned before, keep up what you’re doing. Hecate cabin, take a few children of Zeus who can control the wind and fly to the windows. Try to move debris to help the campers still inside. Children of Hypnos, you can assist the medics, I assume we’ll be low on painkillers and forced sleep is the best we can muster. Hephaestus cabin, get to work on examining the building structure of what is left of the Big House. Don’t put yourselves in danger, but try and direct the campers still inside on the safest routes out. The rest of you, your order still stands: try to help, don’t get in anyone’s way, and don’t be idiots.”

“Hunters, take your best tracking dogs and try to save as many campers as you can. Those who can heal, assist the children of Apollo, and don’t tell we stole their dad’s car. And Susan and Madrid, stay behind and help the Athena and Hermes Cabins.”

“He went in, the idiot, didn’t he?”

My gallery · by **WitchHazel** » Sat Jan 02, 2021 5:35 pm

|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Cabin 10|Tags: Ophelia|

Mirabelle smiled sadly at Ophelia's first admission, a knowing look in her eyes. Her face fell at the next words spoken, however. In her current state, it was all she could do to fend off her mounting exhaustion, as well as the nagging headache that had started to build. The dull throbbing had moved from her temples to the spot right above her eyes. Needless to say, keeping up that usual cheery act was not at the forefront of her thoughts - despite the subject matter of their conversation.
It had not passed her notice when Ophelia raised a hand to her head, paired with a wince that was sure to indicate a pounding similar to the one in Mirabelle's own. Concern knitted her brow as she reflected on the action.
"Are you okay?" she tentatively broached. "I keep some Tylenol in my storage chest - I can go get some, if you need." She herself could use a Tylenol about now, truth be told. That, and perhaps some water. Her muscles felt sore and raw as heat had returned to them, and a dry scratchiness had formed at the back of her throat. She failed to verbally address Ophelia's remark about the impermanence of masks - Mirabelle wasn't quite ready to accept that reality yet. She had convinced herself that eventually, she would become the mask. Though part of her knew that was silly, it kept her holding onto hope. Hope that she could be the girl everyone thought she was. The girl who was kind to everyone, always in a good mood, and never an inconvenience. That perfect image she had pushed herself towards for the good part of half a decade.

|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Bog House|Tags: Big House Gang, Cass|

Make a support? She didn't even know where to begin. Sure, she'd built all sorts of traps in the past, but a support? Juliet seriously hoped someone from the Athena cabin would show up soon and give her some instructions or something. Thankfully, the voice of her head counselor snapped her out of her thoughts. Juliet breathed a sigh of relief, though she scowled slightly when Cass called her 'kiddo'.
"I'm doing okay," she confirmed, disregarding her pounding heart. Hadn't Aggy headed over this way with the Hades counselor and Orin? Man, she hoped they'd made it out. "Yeah. That sounds good." Despite her claim of being 'okay', she couldn't hide the slight shaking in her voice.

Juliet's head whipped around to face the Big House once more. She had felt it before she heard it - the now-familiar sounds of breaking beams. "Oh no." She stood, frozen in place, feeling absolutely helpless as another piece of the Big House roof caved in.
Watching such a historic building - a building that had been a good part of her life for the past three years - crumble and fall like paper shook her to the very core. Hot tears pricked her wide, fearful eyes, overflowing over the corners before she even knew they had formed. She could only hope that Orin, Aggy, and that Hades counselor she'd forgotten the name of had gotten out in time.

|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Outside Medical Tent|Tags: Open|

With the medical supplies safely packed up, Chuck figured he would help transport the supplies back to the Big House. He wasn't exactly the strongest person, but he figured he could make himself useful in carrying some of the lighter objects. The satyr grabbed a few bags of ambrosia and other random supplies he could see lying around, and headed out the tent flap. He braced himself against the cold - with the sun hanging low above the horizon, it was only about to get colder. With that in mind, Chuck walked as fast as he could towards the Big House, blissfully unaware of the disastrous scene that would greet him.

|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Peak of Mount Marcy|Tags: N/A|

Vivienne had readied herself for bed in record time, stripping off her armour - what had the mortals seen it as? she wasn't sure - and promptly changing into a long white nightgown. She'd brushed her teeth and completed the remainder of her bedtime routine in just under five minutes. She was running her fingers through her dark hair to take out her braid when she met her own steely gaze in the mirror.
Why does mother want to open the Doors of Death?
The question flew into her consciousness before she could stop it. Sure, it would be useful to have minions that reformed quickly after getting killed. But their numbers were vast, and Camp Half-Blood was in chaos. Or, at least they had been when she'd mounted her first attack. But she was confident that even without the Doors, they could destroy that wretched place. Another thought crossed her mind, making her freeze in place.
Maybe, with the Doors open... Audra can escape. That is, if she was in the Underworld at all. But that would mean travelling through Tartarus, and Vivienne would never wish that upon her. She absently wondered if ghosts aged. Audra had been only twelve years old when the unthinkable had happened. She would be seventeen now, Vivienne realised. If she had lived. Her eyes stung and her throat tightened up. Though she was seemingly alone in the bathroom, she clenched her teeth. I will not cry. Tears are weakness. Besides, her mother could always be watching in some way or form. And her mother did not stand for weakness.

My gallery · by **FerretMonarch** » Sat Jan 02, 2021 5:38 pm

|Draco Eqquum-magno|19|Draft Centaur|He/him|Gay|The late Pan|Location: The bighouse|Tags: Laika, bighouse group|

Draco had grabbed as many as he could and carried them on his back and in his arms. He gave the campers to the Apollo cabin along with all of his medical supplies and the headed back in after the collapse to see if there was anyone else that was trapped.

Draco had to be in his 'human form' which he wasn't used too in the first place, but with a unbalanced floor it was worse tenfold. Draco saw a person in the near distance and unsure if it was Laika or not he walked a bit faster then he should've.

As he neared the person he called out to them. "Hey! Be careful the wood's really soft-yah!" He yelled as his foot fell through the floor. Draco screamed as he started to slip through the floor and almost lost his grip and falling into the basement. As he slipped Draco peirced his prosthetic leg and a peice of wood broke off in his side.

Despite having just yelled out and being wounded he stayed as quiet as possible, so he wouldn't be a bother.

'I couldn't save them. How useless am I? I was supposed to save them. I was supposed to be helpful. I was supposed to do good.'

Draco let out a small sniffle before submitting to the emotions that were flooding him and bawled.

My gallery · by **tawneypelt0504** » Sat Jan 02, 2021 6:16 pm

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes/Cabin 11|Head Counselor|Loc:|Tags/Mentions:Juliet People around big house
Cass looked at Juliet concern filling her eyes when she heard the slight shake in Jules's voice, Cass knew that Jules didn't always express herself. Before Cass could respond the sound of creaking filled the air and Cass watched in horror as more of the house fell. She couldn't believe it the house was something that had been something so constant in her life was suddenly falling apart. She had practically grown up at camp and was heartbroken at seeing the house in ruins. Cas shook herself out of her stupor now is not the time to be lamenting, There are people that need help. "Come on kiddo let's go find some support stuff" Cas murmured gently before putting her hand on Jules' back and gently pushing her forward towards the back of the house. Although Cas wasn't quite sure what to do herself standing around wasn't going to do anything.

My gallery · by **indigo'** » Sat Jan 02, 2021 6:38 pm

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Big House|tags:Orin

Auggie had relaxed slightly, letting her guard down without realizing she had done it. Her whole body tensed up again at the slight regarding her height and she turned a fiery glare at Orin. “Oh you—“ She never had the chance to finish her comeback, her words were cut off by a loud creak, stampeding footsteps, and the sound of people screaming in fear. She leapt to her feet before Orin finished his shout, her knuckles white as she gripped her knife tightly. “What the hell is that?”

There wasn’t time for questions. Talk about the end of the world, now the sky was literally falling. Did they never get a break? She made for the door quickly, but just as she reached it there was another crack as a beam in the ceiling came crashing down, raining rubble and debris around them. She staggered backwards, bumping into Orin in her attempt to scramble out of the way. She quickly regained her balance, stepping forward again with her jaw set. “Are you kidding me?” She kicked the beam tentatively. It was blocking the doorway, there was no way to get around it without dragging it down on top of yourself. She gave it another kick, using more force this time. That was a bad idea. The beam creaked forward and a large portion of the roof it had been supporting started to cave in.

Jamie Wallace|16|he/him|Iris|Big House|tags:Aggy

Jamie didn’t have the guts to argue and Laika’s plan seemed pretty solid. They had barely stepped away from the big house when there was a loud creak, followed by screams and rushing footsteps. He turned back to look at the house, feeling his heart begin to speed in panic. Camp was supposed to be the one safe place for demigods, so why had he felt near death so many times in the last twenty four hours?

Then Laika was barking orders again, directing the various cabins on what they should do. He looked to her with wide eyes, trying to figure out what he should be doing before his brain totally spiralled into panic. Then both she and Hank were gone, Jamie was frozen in place, hazel eyes watching as the roof of the big house caved in on itself. He shook his head, now was not the time to be his usual cowardly self. People needed him. At least, they needed someone and he’d have to do. Try to be of assistance and don’t be an idiot. That sounded simple enough.

He tried to stay out of the way, watching as campers came flooding out the door, covered in dust. His gaze scanned the faces that came out, but some were still missing. Not everyone had been in the Big House, but something felt off—a twinge in his stomach that was more than his usual anxiety. Aggy. After the new camper had threatened him she’d rushed off by herself, he wasn’t sure if anyone knew where she was. His feet were still frozen to the spot, unsure what to do. Should he tell someone? Send Laika to find her? The hunter seemed busy and possibly injured and everyone else was doing their part, giving everything they could to save those inside. It was his turn to do something.

He took a deep breath to steel him, then sprinted into the collapsing house, shirt held over his face to avoid breathing in the dust. Once inside the house, he could immediately hear Aggy’s scream, and he turned in the direction of the noise, his feet fueled by panic and adrenaline. “Aggy?” He called, looking around with wide eyes as he tried to locate which room her cry had come from. His gaze landed on a door blocked off by fallen debris and splintered boards; it had to be that one. The room had a second entrance didn’t it? He kept running only to discover that that one had been blocked off too. “Aggy stand back from the door!” He called, unsure what he was even going to do. Out of instinct more than anything, he raised his hands in front of him, palms facing the blocked doorway. He screwed up his face, focusing all his energy into his hands. Before he could even stop to wonder what in the name of the gods he was trying to do, there was a bright flash of multi-coloured light. An intense flash of rainbow energy shot towards the rubble, blasting it apart and sending scraps of wood and metal flying.

Jamie stood in the doorway, chest heaving as he gasped for breath. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open slightly, clearly shocked and a little confused with what had just happened. “Did I just...was that me?” He stuttered, seeming to have forgotten the dire situation they were currently in.

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