Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[takara]

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

'I don't know who I am anymore'. Boy that sounded familiar. Before she had a chance to fire back, Mira was swaying. She gave the bed next her a pat and a hard look up at Mira. "Sit down. You're not going anywhere," Gods, what did we just talk about. Mira didn't appear to hear her, so she stood up, the bed sighing as it was released from her weigh. She touched Mira's shoulders. "Sit. Down. I'll get it." There was no room for arguing in her tone. She pressed Mira toward the bed, then set about on her mission to Mira's neat cot.

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

Hank winced at the campers words. He didn't know that any of the campers had prosthetics, but he'd feel worse if he assumed they were a monster and they weren't. "Can you, take off the prosthetic., or is it permadantly attached?" He asked, straining to get a look at it, but ending up coughing in dust from the still very moving building.
Then Auggie was beside him, and he felt an overwheming sense of relief. If she's seeing what I'm seeing, then this isn't a trap. He took the camper's arm and turned to Auggie, "On the count of three?" He suggested.

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

Aggy stumbled into a snowdrift by some combination of the extra push and her own clumsiness. She popped up, spitting snow that had entered her mouth when she'd opened it to ask Jamie what in the world he thought he was doing. She whirled around, ready to give him a piece of her mind, when a chunk of ceiling caved in, right in the hallway they'd just been standing in. She stared at it, mouth agape. That could've been...us. The thought rattled her bones. Her legs stared shaking, just a little at first, then full on jitters.
She turned back to the scarred boy and said gruffly. "Th-thanks." It came out much more shaky than she'd planned, so she added a pout to her face to sell it.

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

Reese was busy with a patient, the Apollo camper's eyeson 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 ulna. 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.

***Reese will be updated later. He's a touch stressed right now

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

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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.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Laurel Dane tags open

The daughter of Zeus grins and feels herself become stronger and more confident. She crouches in a tracking stance

[FerretMonarch]

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

"Whell." Draco stsrted in his southern draw trying to find a good way to explain it.

"I technically can, but its what holds my horse half in and disquises me as a human. I'm not sure if you want to drag a horse out of here. Here let me try to wiggle my leg off of this." Draco said looking down.

He managed to wiggle the prosthetic free of its wooden prison.

"Okay its out." Draco said.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Cresolis tags open

Cresolis watches the house come down and says “laurel is still in there!” She looks around frantically.

Roxanne tags open

The daughter of hades watches and says “Cresolis, she will be ok” she watches

Valkeri tags open
The young daughter of Apollo watches and says “what’s gonna happen now?”

[WitchHazel]

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

Through the haze of dizziness, Mirabelle felt a touch on her shoulders. The words "sit down" rang through the air like a command. Even if they sounded like they were underwater, her brain managed to process what they meant. A protest rose to the surface, but she choked it back down knowing it would only be futile. Instead, she simply sat herself back down on Ophelia's bed, practically collapsing atop the soft surface. If anything, that was a true testament to how horrid she'd started feeling in that moment.
She couldn't tell if it was the slight difference in temperature from the warm blankets to the cabin air, or the general shakiness of her limbs, but she was shivering again. Nowhere near as much as she had before, but still enough to arouse suspicion that maybe she wasn't feeling one-hundred percent. In addition, pieces of her excursions during Capture the Flag were starting to come back to her. She recalled joining a group of campers to cross the river into enemy territory. She'd gotten distracted somehow - by what, she didn't know. The next thing she remembered was the shock of cold water hitting her body, and losing her helmet in some means. She knew she managed to get herself onto the opposite bank somehow, but then... it was just flashes of white. And the image of her mom...? Wow. Maybe I'm delirious. The prospect of seeing Aphrodite in any circumstance was just so outlandish a thought. The closest thing she'd ever had to communication with her was the fact that she'd left Rhódon as a means of protection. That must've been when she'd delivered her to her father, however that had happened. "Your mother gave this to me when you were a baby," he'd said, handing her a bronze tube of lipstick. "She told me to tell you - if you ever find yourself in mortal danger, take off the cap. But only then."
Gods, all this thinking was just making her headache worse. She pinched the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb, gently massaging the area in hopes of lessening the discomfort. At least she didn't feel like she was going to pass out anymore. Nonetheless, exasperation boiled inside her like water bubbling up under a pot lid. I hate this. The sense of helplessness was just so frustrating that she could almost cry. She was the one who took care of everyone else - not the other way around.


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

"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.

Juliet swore under her breath when she spotted a feline form entering the wreckage of the Big House once more. Whoever that mountie was and whatever she was doing here, she was certainly injured - that was for sure.
"Hey, Mufasa!" Juliet yelled above the cacophony of noise. "What was it you said earlier about being and idiot!? 'Cause I think you're breaking your own orders!"


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Outside Big House|Tags: Big House Gang, Open|

In his haste to reach the Big House - or what was left of it - Chuck nearly slipped on the ice near Euros creek. He managed to catch his balance, though the medical supplies he carried certainly caused him some trouble in that department. When he righted himself, he continued on his way, charging up the hill as best he could without sliding on the snow.
As he crested the hill, the full destruction became apparent. The creaking beams, the panicked screams, the hurried chatter - all were too much for his sensitive hearing to take. The salty tang of blood hit his nose. His heart pounded out of his chest. Gods, the world was spinning. He couldn't breathe.
What was happening?
This had to be a dream. None of this was real. Yeah, sure enough he would wake up in the warm grass and everything would be okay, right? Just a terrible, terrible nightmare. Yeah, that was it.
So why wasn't he waking up?
The medical supplies he'd been carrying lay discarded in the snow beside him. A tiny voice in his head told him he had to keep going, to see who needed help, but he was frozen. His chest felt tight, and he knew he was hyperventilating. But what could he possibly do? There's like... so much destruction. His widened eyes filled with tears. He was vaguely aware of the hot prickling sensation as they ran down his freckled cheeks in rivulets. So many injured. So many we couldn't save.
Through the panic, one question came to the forefront of his mind.
Where was Chiron in all this?
Last he'd seen the centaur, he had been cantering off into the woods to look for missing campers. But now... they needed him here. More than anything.


(I'll write for Viv later; she's somewhat irrelevant right now)

[indigo']

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

Auggie rolled her eyes at the campers pointless whimpering. “Now’s really not the time for snivelling about being a failure.” She said unsympathetically, her expression cold and unimpressed as she reached out to grab one of his hands roughly. She frowned at the mention of a prosthetic containing the boy’s horse half. She hadn’t known there were any centaurs at camp besides Chiron, but now wasn’t the time to question that. She nodded to Hank, waiting for his count before pulling back with all her strength, straining to get the centaur out from the splintered floor boards.

The roof was still creaking and groaning above them, and she could hear the sounds of it completely collapsing in on itself in other parts of the house. If they didn’t get the centaur out and get out of the house quickly they’d all be buried alive in the rubble, and she was not about to die for someone she didn’t even know. “Hurry up, I don’t plan on meeting my dad today.” She snapped, fully aware that her morbid comment was not at all encouraging. She managed to keep her growing sense of dread at bay, a neutral expression on her face as she focused all her energy and strength on the task at hand.

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

Jamie sat up quickly and whirled around, his eyes locked on the house with some combination of awe and terror. He glanced over at Aggy, barely aware of the shake in her voice as the sound of her speaking was nearly drowned out by the pounding of his heart and the roar of blood in his ears. “Don’t mention it,” He managed, his voice cracking slightly as he looked back at the house. His vision was blurry from the dust on his glasses and in his eyes, making them water and giving him great difficulty with seeing what was going on. Had Orin made it out? He said he could hold the wreckage from falling with his powers, and children of the big three were stronger than most campers, he must be okay.

He blinked several times, taking off his glasses and attempting to wipe the dust away with his sleeve. He’d never forgive himself if something happened to one of his campmates because of his own stupidity. Had it been him that had created that blast of energy and been a catalyst in caving the roof in? He hoped not, but the more he thought about it the less likely any other explanation seemed. “Did Orin get out?” He asked finally, still wiping at his eyes. His throat was dry and his voice came out as a harsh rasp as he wondered if he even wanted to know the answer.

[sammy,]

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with aggy out and jamie sorting that out, orin was left to the rest of the mess - he wasn't quite sure where to start. the building still creaked and groaned, rafters of the roof poking through the bottom floor. and then came the realisation of what he had to do, in all of the mess.

he moved through the house with as much care as he could manage, aware of each little sound, each collapse of just that came from the ceiling. "hello?" he called. "anyone out there? are you alright? hello?" he called, searching with strained eyes in the new dark. the electrics had blown out and it hadn't even been him this time. still, it meant that chiron wouldn't have a leg to stand on if he tried to pull him aside about the meltdown - which was a rather good thing, considering he had four potential legs.

what if it was that? what if that triggered it? the little voice in the back of his head whispered. it wasn't quite a little voice anymore. its tenors sept through his head, casting a dark gauze over the scope of his vision. it used to be easy to drown it out, to have a mental white noise machine that pumped out jokes and songs and strings of words that would fit together as beautifully as they could.

"shut up," he said to himself.
in the rubble, a body. his heart fell when he realised it wasn't moving. a statue underneath a beam, a plate of the house collapsed. "no, no, come on," orin whispered, scrambling to get atop the camper. a boy from the hermes cabin, he thought. he wasn't sure if that was down to being unclaimed or genuinely being the spawn of the messenger. it felt as though he should have known. "here, are you alright? hey, hey, do you hear me, buddy?" he pressed two fingers to the side of his neck, but found no warmth underneath the pressure. "oh." escaped from his mouth.

he pulled the boy from the trap that had sent him into this scenario, careful not to graze his becalmed face on any splinters, and picked him up. traversed back out of the big house, ducking and weaving being a tad more difficult with the added weight that he cradled against his chest, and on the lawn, he laid the boy down. "safe trips, buddy." he whispered, combing a hand through his hair to get rid of the amalgamation of dust.

then, he was back in. and this became the pattern - finding, hoping, feeling his heart break just that bit more, and returning them to the lawn. it happened in a quartet before he came across another living being - a surprise, to say the least, given that the being was a lion.
"are you alright?" he spluttered, unsure of whether his words would translate to the creature. it was a transformed camper, he was sure, but exactly which one remained a mystery. more dust came from the floor above - it had been his next port of call, but the way it seemed to breathe, heaving as though the house was disgusted with what was happening to it - it seemed a bit of a bad idea. "who are you?" he asked the lion, stepping out of the way of a splintering beam a tad too late. it clipped his forehead, sending spurts of sharp pain through his confused mind. "aw, have i died? is this what it's like to die? seeing lions and that where there are - where there are no lions?"

[Kveykva]

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【✦】| Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | Dining Pavilion ➡ Big House | Tags: Teilo
❝𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜❞

What's happening to me? What's going on? If Teilo was speaking, the words were lost. Aiden only heard the sound of his own heartbeat, a constant thud. thud. thud. drumming in his ears. They were ringing. A high pitched tone screamed louder than everything else. The blue roof of the Big House buckled and caved inwards, showering nearby campers with powdery snow and crumbling debris. His feet remained rooted in place, despite Aiden's screaming to move. He made no sound, no words left his slackened jaw. He felt a tightness in his chest. A heavy weight restricting his ability to breathe. All at once, he found control. But instead of charging into the fray, his limbs turned to jelly. Aiden collapsed onto his hands and knees, an anguished wail overcoming his mind. His thoughts, clear only moments prior, were now lost to distraught cries. How many campers had been in there? Were any still alive? What could he possibly do to help, all the way back here? He and Teilo were nearly the furthest campers from the big house, and Aiden couldn't help but feel he was to blame. He should've been closer; in fact, he should've already been inside with the rest of them. If he were, he could have helped everyone keep calm, like he always did. Take charge and get everyone out, probably alongside Hank and Orin. Instead, he was here, sobbing inconsolably into the accursed winter that had already caused him so much pain.

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【✦】| Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Final Witness Mortuary | Tags: Malcolm
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The next words came as a sure surprise, as there wasn't but a moment in pause on the line's other end. The spill of information Nicholas offered certainly gave him an answer, albeit not a clear one. "Piss." He swore ever so quietly. With a snap of his fingers, the horseman motioned to the landline and made a calling gesture. Jessica did as instructed, reconnecting the line and dialing Harper's to inform them of his unexpected departure. Although this man could have just been a very informed mortal, or perhaps a demigod, the mention of Doors of Death threw the conjecture out the window completely. It wasn't common knowledge that he had power over the Doors; after all, Thanatos was their lord.

"Well, I must say." Nicholas maintained his manners, though he didn't deny a small smile of his own. "You've caught me. I concede. Well done, sir." He leaned against the desk, resting his free hand behind him. "Your friend is well informed; I'm one of only two gods capable of controlling the Doors of Death. That said, Nicholas is not the name you will know me by. I am Death, one of the four horsemen." His tone grew more serious. "You've taken an interest without knowing your friends, an unwise decision. But, I will admit it's rare to find humans that are as heinous as you let on, so I'll let your ignorance slide for now."

Nick's receptionist waited on hold with the bar, silently listening to her superior. Admittedly, she'd seen him like this before, but it was a rare occurrence; oftentimes she forgot what his domain consisted of. The hold music ceased as a voice sputtered through the static. "Harper's, this is Moxie speaking." Jessica turned her attention away from Nicholas and to the phone. She informed her that he'd gotten a call from the hospital and his aunt had to be admitted for surgery, so he wouldn't be able to finish his shift. In a hushed tone, she added "He's still here at Final Witness if you'd like to say goodbye." With that, the phone call ended, and Jessica took her leave so Nicholas may finish his call in private.

"So, you want a slice of my pie?" The god inquired, tilting his head. "I hate to inform you, but this plan isn't quite mine, persay. I'm only here as a supportive role to a different scheme." a pause. "Just which of the gods are you asking on behalf of? I'm not sure how much my queen of diamonds would like to share with strangers." a light-hearted chuckle. "I'm sure you see my dilemma, minister."

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes/Cabin 11|Head Counselor|Loc:|Tags/Mentions:Juliet,Laika People around big house
Cass gently rubbed Juliet's back doing her best to comfort her as she wiped away her tears ."No clue but we should probably get some wood" Cass replied glad to see Jules sounding more determined. Cass looked around before sticking her hands in the snow to see if she could find anything, slightly cursing under her breath about the cold and really regretting not bringing gloves with her. It would be difficult enough to build a support without snow covering everything. Cass's head shot up at the sound of Juliet shouting and caught a glimpse of a feline form entering the Big House looking pretty worse for wear. "Do you want to go in and help her since were pretty useless out here" Cass questioned her sister she wasn't completely sure if Jules would go for it but it beat sticking their hands in the snow and freezing their fingers off for pieces of wood that might not even be there.