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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby KestrelTheFirecat » Sat Jan 02, 2021 7:06 pm

azumarill tgs annie

azumaril dahsess out and skdds in the snow. she tirns and spots laurel inte hous stll

laurel tgs daina

laual suts under the high table with a force on curriousity that the tabel hasnt collapex

val, cres, nd rox are out
i have left
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!g

Postby rabbit_with_a_fedora » Sat Jan 02, 2021 7:27 pm

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        The blood would have been pounding in Laika’s ears if she had not left most of it in puddles on the snow. She ignored the pain, however, and dashed inside the ruined big house, paws leaving bloody prints on the wet wood that quickly formed slippery sheets of scarlet ice. Some things had a time and place to be, and you couldn’t very well acknowledge a chipped nail when the Germans have started shooting on your men with their death-bringing machine guns. The pain was one of those things; she could pass out later. Just not now.

        Her heart frozen and steeled by the death of Treble, Laika vowed to prevent any further deaths that evening, except perhaps her own. Her ears flicking towards any sound of campers crying for help, she urged her paws to go on. She expected some emotional breakdowns from the campers, but Laika had faced too many a crisis to be fazed. Now that she thought about it, that probably wasn’t the best thing one could say about her mental health situation.

        Soon enough, she sensed the life essence of a camper. It was quite battered, but still a flickering glow. But with every miracle had to come an unfortunate event, and this was no exception. For, blocking Laika from the camper, was a wall of jumbled wood pieces. Laika studied the wall carefully, crouching to spread her weight more onto her other limbs. The pieces seemed to be all key parts of the wall; any one of them moved and the whole roof would come crashing down.

        Any other human being would have barged straight through, making a ‘heroic’ attempt to save their comrades. Even if the whole roof collapsed, they would be hailed as heroes for their ‘bravery’. Bravery didn’t exist. It was either stupidity or desperation, one or the other.

        As she studied the wall of wood, Laika didn’t think of how such a historic building was being destroyed; she had seen too many monuments been burned to the ground or defaced with the heads of the enemy. Instead, she cursed whoever had overseen building the place. Sure, camp had magical weather barriers, but the overall construction of the house was in no way up to standards. And, the building hadn’t been repaired except for painting for over a century. She could sense some lead pipes in the place as well, and she wondered how so many campers managed to survive the poisoning. Perhaps it was mild, perhaps demigods are immune, it didn’t matter.

        What did matter, however, was how much Laika wanted to strangle the construction overseer.

        The cold anger coursing through her veins, Laika hissed, glaring at the wall separating her and the camper. Her eyes blazing, she carefully put her wait on her hind legs and, with a snarl, sprang up to claw at the snow overhead. To her delight, it was pretty solid. Landing back down with a quite thud that sent dust spiraling down, Laika began to think of a plan.

        The wall of wood was in the middle of a doorway, which was blocking her from the camper. She knew from experience that the wall would be thick and, if she went off the stupidity of the construction manager, fully solid. That would explain the unusual weight of the up building itself, but it would also let Laika reach the camper. She had little time left, some idiot had apparently damaged a key structure beam, and the building started to rumble.

        I’ve never been in a collapsing building before, now that I think about it. Sinking ships, yes, crashing airplanes, yes, even a brief stint on a blimp, but never a building. This must have been what it felt like on 9/11, she mused, before leaping up again, wincing at the pain in her shoulder and neck that chilled her as she twisted her head. The snow over her clumped away under her paw, and Laika scrabbled up, with a few internal curses, the now-frozen top of the wall, where it might have connected with the roof.

        She clawed the snow in front of her with her wounded arm; she couldn’t put weight on it and she only had 2 forearms. Soon, she broke through, and saw an unconcious boy lying on the ground, dust around him and a rising bump on his forehead. Suddenly, a wave of senses flooded Laika. She detected the unique aura of death and riches given off by... could it be?

        And then it hit her. Literally, and figuratively. She realized that the boy she was staring at was her... brother. And a clump of ice hit her in the small of her back, unbalancing her and sending her toppling down towards the floor. In panic at what her weight at such a velocity would do to the floor and flimsy foundations, she tried to land lightly in her feet. She did so, but her injured arm was shaking from the impact.

        Padding with a limp towards her half-brother, she sniffed his body. He was shivering, but still breathing. This time, I might as well send the roof collapsing. No one is in the proximities, and this room of the big house is structurally isolated; if it collapses the other parts will remain intact. For now, of course.

        And so, with a mad dash, she slammed her shoulder into the wall of jumbled wood. As she predicted, splinters and shards of ice were driven into her shoulder, but since she had used the one already wounded, she still had one arm intact. It was better than limping on both sides, though her eyes were turning clouded with the pain. With a foolish and stupid dash she would look back on and chuckle at, she dug her teeth into the camper’s shirt and dragged him out of the room with one swift move. The room collapsed in on itself a millisecond after they had gotten out, but Laika was pleased to see that only that room had collapsed. She quickly leaped down the stairs and, slipping on her own blood, deposited her brother in front of a group of waiting Aphrodite kids.

        Laika knew there were more campers still trapped inside, though she also noted the additional deaths. She made herself noticed by a pair of Athena’s children who were taking note of who was still alive and when they were last seen. Laika turned to head back into the collapsing house, just as it gave one horrific shudder and debris rained down.

        In honesty, she wished she were back on the HMS Puncher. In times of war, you weren’t even mildly guilty about fifty deaths, but here she was being crippled by just one.
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Postby sammy, » Sun Jan 03, 2021 1:14 am

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𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜
dining pavilion
thanatos
mentioned: aiden

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"you may have the blood of a god, aiden, but you don't have the mind of one," teilo said, raising his eyebrow at aiden's aversion to admitting that he too needed help sometimes. "you might be a bit more resilient, but if you think you're fine, if all of this is fine, if you getting near-eaten by monsters is tidy, then that's probably more telling of someone who's been beaten down than someone who isn't effected by it." he said. "everyone's got their problems. you know how wonderful it is to hear that other people are struggling too? that you're not floating alone in an awful void, trying to figure out if you're just the odd one out, the only one who's being bothered by all of this jip?" he shrugged. "it's only cruel to yourself."

the sounds of the big house falling down came with aiden's shout and a sudden, stifling sense of dread. "there're people in there," teilo said, necking the rest of the drink and beginning to stumble forward. "they're - oh, god." wide-eyed and unsure of what to do, he looked to aiden, who appeared shellshocked. "aiden. are you alright?" he asked, suddenly feeling as though a hammer was bashing at his chest in tandem with his heart. a feeling in the pit of his stomach - he knew it well. "come on, butt. come on. we've got to do something, even if it's getting that - that chiron fella. look at me, mun."

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
big house
zeus - counselor
mentioned: auggie, jamie

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the sound of the house's creaks sent shivers down orin's spine. part of him was telling him to run, to get out of there as soon as he possibly could, and perhaps he would have - perhaps he would have shirked playing the hero just once, if it wasn't for the beam falling in front of the door, sending a cloud of dust in their faces. he coughed, tears beginning to stream as tiny particles clung to his eyes, and stumbled back.

it appeared that auggie was not too happy with this version of events. when she kicked the beam, he saw it happening in slow motion - the bend of the roof, the tremor as it started to fall. "auggie!" he roared, leaping forward, hooking an arm around her waist and using whatever wind power he could muster in the enclosed space to send them hurtling away from the danger zone.

orin landed on his back, half winded, but still breathing, and let go of her. "there're people upstairs," he said through choppy gasps. "i've gotta - i don't know. gotta do something." the voice of laika bled through the walls, urging them to get out as quickly as possible, and his gaze drifted toward a window. "hey. delinquency pays off." he said, mostly to himself. without wasting much more time, he took a rather large piece of the fallen rubble into his hands, sped to the window, and smashed the glass out. "auggie, out. out."

a few nicks and grazes from the shards as he exited were expected, but the scene from outside was somehow worse. the sounds from outside were worse. he wasn't sure where they were all coming from, but they were all breaking his heart. had to do something.

"i'm gonna go back in," he said to auggie. "stay here. that's an order, right? stay here." authority bled into his tone for the first time that day, and he wasted no time in arguing about the logistics of it all. this time, he chose to go through the main door, following where jamie had disappeared to and eventually finding him surrounded by shrapnel.

"jamie," he said, trying not to be too loud - the quietest noise could lead to more of the fall. "who's in there? can you get them out? i think - i think i can hold the roof up, but not for long." he was aware this was a tad awkward - jamie had been one of the primary witnesses to his crumble, but it didn't seem to matter now. bigger things at hand.

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𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗
new york
proxy of eris
mentioned: nicholas

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it seemed that this nicholas storm was not too pleased about the nature of his call, for he was greeted with nothing but silence for a while. he wondered if he had the right number - if he'd accidentally introduced himself over voicemail, but something told him that that hypothesis was wrong.
and then the voice came again. malcolm smiled.

"call it a social call, nicholas. i know it's late for you. later for me, i'm running five hours ahead, you understand. i was about to go to bed and then i thought... what if i checked in, hm? i might be stranded here for a while. this snow could cancel my flight out. i'm finding out where my friends are." he said, voice still as smooth as silk.

the name of his wife and daughter didn't inspire sadness. there was a blockade stopping him from feeling anything for those names. they were just words - words that pertained to him, words fixed in fact, but nothing more. he imagined it wasn't what storm expected when he started to laugh, a sinister noise not dissimilar to the creak of a door. "oh, that's good," he said softly. "that's very good. you've revealed your hand very early, nicholas. i expected a tad more mystery." words pummelled into his head. all useful. "because you're right. you're very right. but you were away for about twenty seconds. i don't tend to google my name - i'd find it quicker to stick pins in my own eyes, frankly, but i know that that information isn't on the front page. you can't have got that as quickly as you did. the time and the date aside, my daughter's name wasn't in any article."

"and i'd hope they're well, wherever they are. shame i won't be able to see them for a long time, isn't it?" he paused, hold for the violins, the flare of the lights. "unless, you know, someone was planning something. something to do with.... i don't know, it's all theoretical, but something to do with the doors of death." silently, he thanked eris for the late information. "don't get me wrong, if someone was, i'd back the idea. it's... we'll say it's in my purview, if you'll excuse me sounding as though i'm in a regency costume drama."

"but that's all hypothetical, isn't it? this is just a nice, friendly phone call between people who i think are going to be very good friends one day. so what do you think, nicholas storm?" malcolm rolled the name on his tongue as he spoke it, a sharky grin on his face.
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby takara » Sun Jan 03, 2021 5:07 am

Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Cabin 10 | tags: Mirabelle | mentions:

She rubbed her head. The longer she sat up, the worse it ached. "Yes, please," She said, surveying the cabin for a particular summer camper's set up. When she spied it, she smiled. Alex was a lot, but at least he always came prepared. "Alex's folks send him down with some bottled water, I'm sure he wouldn't mind a few getting borrowed. He never drinks them anyway." She said, a laugh just off her lips. Alex was a handful, but he was their handful. Ophelia couldn't imagine what summers would be like without the drama queen riling everyone up.

She watched the blonde, was that a shudder? She reached out a hand to lay on Mira's wrist. "I'm not saying we can't have masks, it's just..." Her words were tumbling out once again. I am I losing control? She wondered, but swallowed the thought and shoved on. "We're human, not gods. Sometimes you have to loosen the mask to let your skin breathe. " She looked down, letting go of Mira's hand. "I'll do it, but only if you do it too," She looked back up at Mira, eyes wide.

Henry "Hank" Walker | 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Big House | tags: Draco, NPCs | mentions:

Hank pinpointed the sound of someone sobbing, and he rushed in that direction. Instead of finding someone with ceiling crumpled over them, he found a kid who had somehow managed to get themselves stuck in the floor. And a rather large camper at that. "It's gonna be alright, let me just-" Hank was cut off by a loud "Boom!" Sounding as something deeper in the house fell. He winced, but ironed out the expression for the camper's benefit. "Give me your arms, I can help you out!" He said, leaning down and reaching for them.

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Big House-central | tags: Jamie

Aggy scrambled back, unsure of what the Jamie kid was going it do. With a loud crash, splinters and metal went flying, and she was only saved from the worst of them by ducking behind the chair and letting it take the beating for her. She stood up and ran through the doorway, grabbing his hand. "Yes that was you! It looks cooler when you don't stand to gawk at it. Come on!" She hissed, dragging him along, brushing past the rubble and other campers and chaos to get out. She didn't want to admit it, but coming back into a collapsing building for someone who hated your guts was pretty dang brave. And a little horrifying too. Maybe he was worthy of respect.

** Reese will be up sometime today
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby WitchHazel » Sun Jan 03, 2021 5:33 am

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

"I -" Mirabelle's voice broke. She turned away, closing her eyes as a pained grimace shaped her features. "I can't." The words were soft, nearly inaudible. "At least - not - not in front of anyone. Anyone else, that is." She reckoned that ship had already sailed with Ophelia; there was no way she could hide any of her feelings from her at this point. "If they really knew - what I actually feel - what I've done -" She swallowed hard, taking a deep, shaky breath. "Sorry. It's just - I don't want to be a burden on anyone. Truth is, I don't even know who I am anymore." She laughed, a sharp, choked sound betraying the emotion welling up within her. "Someone has to be the rock - the one who's always lifting everyone up, the one nothing gets to. Someone has to be the shoulder to cry on. And - if it gets them to like me - to appreciate and accept me - then that's what I'll do." The thought struck her that her words may have sounded selfish. "Not that I don't care," she added hastily. "I really, really do. Sometimes even too much." Another trembling breath, another desperate attempt to get herself under control.
"Sorry. Right - Tylenol." Mirabelle offered Ophelia a comforting smile, though her eyes were red with unshed feelings. "I've also got some bottled water stockpiled - best to be prepared. I wouldn't necessarily want to take some from Alex without asking first anyhow." Though she wasn't keen on leaving the newly acquired warmth, the needs of others came first as usual. Especially in the case of someone she cared deeply for. With a short breath, Mirabelle slid out of the blankets and pushed herself to her feet.
Almost immediately, the pounding in her head sharply increased. Blackness crept in at the corners of her vision as a wave of vertgo crashed over her head. She stumbled, bracing her weight against the bedframe for support. Through the ringing in her ears, she couldn't tell if Ophelia was saying something or not. Nonetheless, the excuses came. "I - I'm fine," she lied breathily. "Just - stood up too fast." Her voice sounded as if it came from some other source. She was only partially aware of how unconvincing she sounded.


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

"Y-Yeah," Juliet agreed shakily. She didn't even protest at being called 'kiddo' this time, nor as Cass steered her towards the back of the With a trembling breath, she raised a sleeved to her face to furiously scrub at her eyes and nose, wiping away the mess. Though normally she'd be a embarrassed about crying in front of so many people, it was the last thing on her mind in the midst of the disaster.
Right. Focus. Supports. Fighting through the initial shock, Juliet cast a glance around to see if anything looked vaguely support-worthy. "Uh... any idea how to build a support?" she inquired sheepishly. Thankfully, her voice was slowly becoming more steady as her brain switched from panic mode into crisis mode.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Edge of Cabins Area --> Outside Big House|Tags: Open|

"Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive," Chuck sang in falsetto as he passed through the cabins area. He was blissfully ignorant of how appropriate that particular part of the Bees Gees song may have been in all the turmoil. "Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive." He danced around in the snow, jamming out to the sweet tune in his head without a care in the world. "Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' ali -"
The medical supplies hit the snow with a clattering 'thump'. Chuck stood frozen at the edge of the cabins, staring out across the mostly frozen Euros Creek. Now that he was silent, he could hear them - the screams and shouts coming from the Big House.
Speaking of the Big House...
Oh no.
Without thinking twice, Chuck grabbed the discarded medical supplies and ran towards the chaos as fast as his hooved legs could carry him.


(I'll write for Viv later; she's somewhat irrelevant right now)
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby takara » Sun Jan 03, 2021 5:58 am

Jack Reese Dawson | 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: Med tent ---> Big House | tags: Treble's ghost (NPC), tent gang?

Reese was busy with a patient, the Apollo camper's eyes on him just as heavy as always, despite being here longer than half of them. He knew it was something about his aura, like it smelled of death, but he couldn't help it. He smiled politely and continued on his job, resetting a fractured bone. That was when the girl came in from the tent wall. He would've ignored her, but he'd seen most of the ghosts around camp, and she wasn't one of them. He glanced up, and his heart stopped when he saw an Ares camper. He stopped working to step aside and look at her.

"Miss, you should not be here..." He said, but he trailed off, noting the fear on her face, and how she was walking despite her body looking shattered. "Treble? I'm so sorry. What happened?" He asked, ignoring the looks from the Apollo campers behind him. Something was very wrong. Her face was contorted in fear, and she just gestured for him to follow before floating through the doorway. "Excuse me, something has come up." He told the other campers before rushing after her. My, ghosts move awful fast. He thought, plowing through the snowdrifts after her.

The Big House, but why--oh. Half the roof was gone. But it wasn't taken off, it was taken in. "I have this covered Treble. Thank you." He said, looking away from her to let her pass on if she chose to. As for himself, he set to work, closing his eyes and focusing in on the metal pieces and beams inside and pressing them back up, slowly and steadily, in case anyone was in the way of them. Please hurry up, he thought, already feeling a migraine coming on from the concentration on so many little pieces. I can't hold it forever.
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!g

Postby rabbit_with_a_fedora » Sun Jan 03, 2021 6:09 am

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        The blood would have been pounding in Laika’s ears if she had not left most of it in puddles on the snow. She ignored the pain, however, and dashed inside the ruined big house, paws leaving bloody prints on the wet wood that quickly formed slippery sheets of scarlet ice. Some things had a time and place to be, and you couldn’t very well acknowledge a chipped nail when the Germans have started shooting on your men with their death-bringing machine guns. The pain was one of those things; she could pass out later. Just not now.

        Her heart frozen and steeled by the death of Treble, Laika vowed to prevent any further deaths that evening, except perhaps her own. Her ears flicking towards any sound of campers crying for help, she urged her paws to go on. She expected some emotional breakdowns from the campers, but Laika had faced too many a crisis to be fazed. Now that she thought about it, that probably wasn’t the best thing one could say about her mental health situation.

        Soon enough, she sensed the life essence of a camper. It was quite battered, but still a flickering glow. But with every miracle had to come an unfortunate event, and this was no exception. For, blocking Laika from the camper, was a wall of jumbled wood pieces. Laika studied the wall carefully, crouching to spread her weight more onto her other limbs. The pieces seemed to be all key parts of the wall; any one of them moved and the whole roof would come crashing down.

        Any other human being would have barged straight through, making a ‘heroic’ attempt to save their comrades. Even if the whole roof collapsed, they would be hailed as heroes for their ‘bravery’. Bravery didn’t exist. It was either stupidity or desperation, one or the other.

        As she studied the wall of wood, Laika didn’t think of how such a historic building was being destroyed; she had seen too many monuments been burned to the ground or defaced with the heads of the enemy. Instead, she cursed whoever had overseen building the place. Sure, camp had magical weather barriers, but the overall construction of the house was in no way up to standards. And, the building hadn’t been repaired except for painting for over a century. She could sense some lead pipes in the place as well, and she wondered how so many campers managed to survive the poisoning. Perhaps it was mild, perhaps demigods are immune, it didn’t matter.

        What did matter, however, was how much Laika wanted to strangle the construction overseer.

        The cold anger coursing through her veins, Laika hissed, glaring at the wall separating her and the camper. Her eyes blazing, she carefully put her wait on her hind legs and, with a snarl, sprang up to claw at the snow overhead. To her delight, it was pretty solid. Landing back down with a quite thud that sent dust spiraling down, Laika began to think of a plan.

        The wall of wood was in the middle of a doorway, which was blocking her from the camper. She knew from experience that the wall would be thick and, if she went off the stupidity of the construction manager, fully solid. That would explain the unusual weight of the up building itself, but it would also let Laika reach the camper. She had little time left, some idiot had apparently damaged a key structure beam, and the building started to rumble.

        I’ve never been in a collapsing building before, now that I think about it. Sinking ships, yes, crashing airplanes, yes, even a brief stint on a blimp, but never a building. This must have been what it felt like on 9/11, she mused, before leaping up again, wincing at the pain in her shoulder and neck that chilled her as she twisted her head. The snow over her clumped away under her paw, and Laika scrabbled up, with a few internal curses, the now-frozen top of the wall, where it might have connected with the roof.

        She clawed the snow in front of her with her wounded arm; she couldn’t put weight on it and she only had 2 forearms. Soon, she broke through, and saw an unconcious boy lying on the ground, dust around him and a rising bump on his forehead. Suddenly, a wave of senses flooded Laika. She detected the unique aura of death and riches given off by... could it be?

        And then it hit her. Literally, and figuratively. She realized that the boy she was staring at was her... brother. And a clump of ice hit her in the small of her back, unbalancing her and sending her toppling down towards the floor. In panic at what her weight at such a velocity would do to the floor and flimsy foundations, she tried to land lightly in her feet. She did so, but her injured arm was shaking from the impact.

        Padding with a limp towards her half-brother, she sniffed his body. He was shivering, but still breathing. This time, I might as well send the roof collapsing. No one is in the proximities, and this room of the big house is structurally isolated; if it collapses the other parts will remain intact. For now, of course.

        And so, with a mad dash, she slammed her shoulder into the wall of jumbled wood. As she predicted, splinters and shards of ice were driven into her shoulder, but since she had used the one already wounded, she still had one arm intact. It was better than limping on both sides, though her eyes were turning clouded with the pain. With a foolish and stupid dash she would look back on and chuckle at, she dug her teeth into the camper’s shirt and dragged him out of the room with one swift move. The room collapsed in on itself a millisecond after they had gotten out, but Laika was pleased to see that only that room had collapsed. She quickly leaped down the stairs and, slipping on her own blood, deposited her brother in front of a group of waiting Aphrodite kids.

        Laika knew there were more campers still trapped inside, though she also noted the additional deaths. She made herself noticed by a pair of Athena’s children who were taking note of who was still alive and when they were last seen. Laika turned to head back into the collapsing house, just as it gave one horrific shudder and debris rained down.

        In honesty, she wished she were back on the HMS Puncher. In times of war, you weren’t even mildly guilty about fifty deaths, but here she was being crippled by just one.
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby indigo' » Sun Jan 03, 2021 6:48 am

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

Auggie hadn’t been thinking about what the fallen beam might be supporting, she was just concerned with getting it out of the way and getting out of the crumbling house. She was used to solving her problems by force, perhaps not the best method, but it was usually effective. When the roof creaked and the beam started to fall, she froze, realizing her mistake a fraction of a second too late. She heard a shout behind her but she didn’t have time to get out of the way. Had it not been for the arm around her waist pulling her out of the way of the disintegrating ceiling she would have been crushed.

She scrambled to her feet, coughing and choking as the dust filled her lungs, eyes beginning to water. She gasped for breath, willing her lungs to take in air as her eyes flicked up towards the ceiling. She turned a disbelieving look at Orin when he spoke. How exactly did he plan to help the others when they seemed to be trapped themselves? She blinked as he ran to the window and shattered the glass with a piece of the broken roof. That might’ve been a better idea than kicking things and causing more damage to the already fragile ceiling.

She clambered out the window, barely feeling the sharp scrape of broken glass against her skin. She landed on her feet in the snow, her eyes scanning the dismal scene in front of the Big House. She couldn’t see ghosts like some of her siblings could—at least not without intentionally summoning them, and even that was hard for her—but she could feel the presence of death. It lingered all around them, weighing over the campers like a fog.

“Are you crazy? She snapped at Orin when he said he was going back in. “Orin!” Her shout was useless, as he ignored her heedlessly and ran back into the falling house like an idiot. She shook her head, gritting her teeth as she looked around the group on the lawn of the Big House, many of them looked injured. “That’s an order,” She muttered bitterly, annoyed by the tone of authority the Zeus counsellor had used with her. “Yeah, right.”

There was sense to his words, it was safer for everyone if they stayed outside and did what they could to help from there. But Auggie didn’t usually have much sense in dire situations, so she raced into the building mere moments after Orin told her to stay put. She didn’t have to go far before she found a couple of camper’s still stuck—at least one of them was. “The roof is caving in, how did you get stuck in the floor?” she grumbled. Her powers were useless in this situation, shadows would do nothing and she didn’t have enough control over her ice powers; summoning feelings of fear and anxiety didn’t feel like the best plan right now. Without another word, she reached out a hand to help Hank pull the trapped camper out from the broken floorboards.



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

Jamie barely had a moment to be stunned by his own powers, before he could react someone else was there, speaking quietly as his side. He turned to look at Orin and nodded quickly, an astonished expression still on his face. He didn’t look as though he was remembering the argument he’d witnessed earlier, their priority was getting out of the house, and he didn’t really care anyways.

Before he could answer, the younger girl had already gotten out and was dragging him along. His dramatic light show probably would’ve looked cooler if he hadn’t stood there in stunned silence afterwards, but he still wasn’t entirely convinced that had been him. He didn’t have powers, maybe it had just been some freak accident. Did wood and shrapnel sometimes explode with rainbow energy? He sent up a silent prayer of thanks to his mother, just in case.

Aggy seemed to be unhurt which was a good sign. He wasn’t sure if she hated him any less than she had before, but that was a problem for another time. The Zeus counsellor had said he couldn’t hold up the roof for long, and dust was already raining down from the ceiling above them. He put on a burst of speed as they neared the front door, pushing Aggy out ahead of him as he flew forward and collapsed into the snow.
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if only i could keep you in my pocket
to give me some diagnosis of why i'm so hollow
please give me instructions, i promise i'll follow
i tripped on my ankle and fractured my elbow
but doesn't that mean that the tour's gonna sell, though?
i try to explain the good faith that's been wasted
but after an hour, it sounds like complaining
wait, don't go away, can i lie here forever?
you say that i'm better, why don't i feel better?
the universe works in mysterious ways
but i'm starting to think it ain't working for me
doctor, should i be good, should i be good this year?

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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby FerretMonarch » Sun Jan 03, 2021 6:56 am

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

Draco sniffled. "I couldn't save them. I failed the camp, the campers, Chiron, my herd. I failed everyone."

Draco reached out for the camper's arms.
"I think the wood went through my prosthetic." Draco admitted.
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby KestrelTheFirecat » Sun Jan 03, 2021 6:58 am

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Lu looks around and growls “we Shoudl be out” she frowns and hears the outer about
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