Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[Galeslash7]

Bay Laurel, Immortal, Female, Drayd, Location: Big House ---> Cabin 7, Tags: Open, Mentions: None, Npcs

Bay Laurel finally got to the infirmary, only to see several demigods and a lion helping those there. Bay sighed with relief before the panic finally hit her. She was in a building. That was collapsing. And there were lots of people, no, KIDS trapped! She started to breath heavily as she looked around. Then she bolted. She ran out of the infirmary and past chunks of debris, scraping her leg on a metal beam in the process. She barely registered anything as she ran for her life and out of the Big House. She didn't stop running until she was right in between two Cabins, sobbing and heaving from fear and shock. She stood shaking for a few more minutes before trying to take a few calming breaths. Bay felt scared and ashamed that she had abandoned all those campers in there. But what could she do? Her leg started to throb with pain now, but she decided to go where the new infirmary would probably be, Cabin 7, the Apollo Cabin. She could go there and help serve food and ambrosia to the hurt ones there. She nodded to herself and calmed down enough to go walk to the Cabin. She shyly peeked in and saw several other dryads on beds or flitting about, helping. She poked her way through deciding to try to find out where the healers needed her most.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Outside Big House|tags:Juliet, Chuck

Auggie grumbled in response to Juliet’s comment after she attempted to walk on her own. It was possible she was attempting a snarky retort, but her brain was too frazzled to actually form words at the moment. She felt herself moving as they made their way towards the door, but everything felt fuzzy and far away, as if she were dreaming. “Tell me about it,” She mumbled in response to the quip about counsellors. The pain in her arm was an aching throb now, but her limbs felt weak and useless. She slumped to the ground outside, wincing slightly at the jolt that went through her arm.

She blinked groggily, the beams of lightning illuminating the lawn combining with the blotchiness of her obscured vision and making it difficult to comprehend exactly where she was. She was vaguely aware of the daughter of Hermes next to her, calling for help, but for once she couldn’t protest that she was fine. She put a hand to her arm, attempting to pull the makeshift bandage she’d torn from her hoodie tighter. When she took her hand away it was stained red, revealing the severity of the wound that was mostly hidden by the dark fabric soaking up the blood. She felt her head spin again at the sight, but did her best not to reveal the panic welling up inside of her.

Despite her disoriented state, she still managed to shoot a glare at Juliet for the ‘miss sunshine’ comment, though she couldn’t manage much more than that. She shook her head in response to Chuck offering her a cube of ambrosia, noticing with satisfaction that the satyr still seemed to be intimidated by her, despite her incapacitated state. “I don’t need it...” She muttered. “Save that for the others.” She nodded her head in indication, not sure whom she was talking about exactly, but she was fairly certain there were campers in much worse shape than she was. “I just need...a proper bandage.” She winced as she reached for one of her knives, clumsily slipping it under the fabric on her arm and cutting it away. She reached out towards Chuck for a bandage, clearly planning on patching herself up again, regardless of the terrible job she’d done the first time.

[rabbit_with_a_fedora]

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❨ Mountie, Canadian navy admiral, hunter of Artemis ❩ ❨ lieutenant ❩ ❨ ♀/25 years/lived 97 ❩ ❨ daughter of Pluto ❩ ❨ tags: Orin, Laurel❩ ©



Laika had lived through 6 years of constant nightmares to know that a miracle wasn't enough to solve a problem. A plane could be shot down, a ship sunk, a whole battalion swept dead in a matter of seconds. Sure, Laurel keeping the house stable - for the time being - was helpful, but it wouldn't solve the crisis in one fell swoop. It was a brief shine of heaven's light, but there was still a burning fire all around them, fire straight from hell. As Orin cheered, Laika was struggling to not sigh in exasperation. Laurel would lose her focus soon, no demigod, even as powerful as a daughter of Zeus, could hold the house long enough to get every single camper, dead or alive, out of this nightmare. Sooner or later, she'll get tired, she'll lose her focus. And what then? We'll all be dead, as we're standing under beams that are lifted solely by her power. Plus, the wind would just knock people off their feet and hurl debris at others, and the lightning might as well fry them all.

As Orin directed the campers to jump out the window (what a terrible image), Laika began to reach her powers out, scouring for more auras of bitter death or fragile life. And, to no surprise, there were indeed survivors, and those who hadn't made it, the breath forced out of their chest by heavy wood, the blood crushed out of their hearts by the piercing ice. Idiots, she hissed internally, how can Orin be so sure no one else is still in here? Just because a miracle appeared doesn't mean the whole debacle is over.

Orin left her with a few despondent words, and Laika, having no need for words, slipped into her lion form. She darted around and under the supports provided by Laurel, feeling the electricity coursing painfully through her as her flank brushed some of the columns. The nearest living soul was on the other side of the house, so Laika started to head that way. Some others passed through her radar, but they gave off the unique glow of the hunters of Artemis. Most, as Laika had last seen, were already out of the big house, having brought out as many bodies as they could, and were now waiting for her orders. Good, keep them out of danger. I'll get the rest, who seem to be all alive.

Just as she reached a survivor, with their neck brutally bent backwards, Laika felt her blood turn cold with the bitter pang of death. There were 18 now, 18 campers lost. She had been too late, or perhaps it had been hopeless in the first place. Shaking her head, she pushed the camper onto her back, ignoring the deep pangs as their weight drove the wood lodged in her shoulder deeper, piercing at the bone. Laika couldn't exactly swing her head around and pull it out; if she did, the blood would just drain and drip away faster. She reached a cavity amongst the rubble, where two sturdy (enough) columns crisscrossed each other, and deposited the lifeless camper there, flicking her tail to close their unblinking eyes.

Repeating the same pattern, Laika found a camper, dead or alive, and brought them either to the spot where she had placed the first body or out of the house and onto the blood-stained lawn. Some were surprised to see a lion, but most were too weak to protest.

As she neared the final camper, she closed her eyes, concentrating on double-checking for any more survivors. So far, that was it. Laika pushed the last demigod onto her back, and almost collapsed with pain. Screw the pain, screw the shoulder, just get this last one out, she hissed at herself, eyes narrowing. The pale white lioness was now a dusty color, with her right shoulder a bloody mess.

As she deposited the last survivor onto the lawn, she roared (weaker, this time), and turned back into her human form. Her coat was ripped and re-painted with scarlet blood. Laika raised her voice, pushing the pain out of her thoughts. “There are no more in the building, we got them all out. There should be 18 dead. Your orders still stand, and, I think the daughter of Zeus can take a break, as everyone’s out - oh hell.” She spotted Orin, the fool, scurrying back into the house. Why was he? Everyone had been brought out; was the man on a suicide mission after all? “Actually, forget that. Orin, why’re you heading back into the - literally - blasted building?” but her words were too late, he’d already gone inside.

This sigh was one Laika couldn’t stop. She was just too exhasperated. There were 18 dead, all brought out, and the only living aura in the house was Orin. The son of Zeus was just insane. But then, Laika knew he wasn’t. She hated doing her analysis based on a camper’s presumed sanity, but it was her best bet. If there are 18 dead, and they’re all out, then why would Orin go in? Certainly not based off the guess that someone else was still alive, after so many children of Hades and Pluto haw told him there wasn’t? Now that I think about it, one of those deaths does seem rather far, distant. Mayhaps..? A thought sprung into her mind like a lioness leaping onto prey.

There was no time to contemplate it, she had to get the blasted idiot out before he toyed with Death one time too many. There were no dead inside the building, no alive, either. With a last sweeping look around the lawn, Laika slipped into her lion form and dashed after him.

She skidded on the frozen puddles of blood on the ground when she turned to block Orin from advancing further, and snarled before turning back to the Laika that everyone knew and loved. “Listen, I won’t pretend to know why in the blasted world you would want to head back in here when there’s nothing else to be found, but hear me out. There is no one, dead or alive, in this wretched house. They’re all out on the lawn. And correct me if I’m wrong, but one of the 18 deaths have not been a victim to these beams of wood and these shards of ice.”

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Laurel tags open

The daughter of Zeus falters and breaths heavily she holds it for 5 more seconds then faits falling 3 feet out of the air. The house comes crashing in on its self the wind and lightning vaporizeing immediately

[WitchHazel]

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

Mirabelle sighed. As much as she hated to admit it, Ophelia was technically right. She knew she wasn't the best at taking care of herself - heck, the most 'self-care' she practised was the occasional watercolour here and there. If there was anything Mirabelle excelled at, it was taking care of others. Though her tendency to do so often led her to neglect herself, she didn't mind. From her perspective, her needs and desires were inconsequential compared to those of others. But if the current situation was distracting Ophelia from her emotional distress, then perhaps it wasn't so bad after all.
She couldn't help but crack a small smile at Ophelia's words, despite the sudden feeling of vulnerability that came crashing over her. She worried the inside of her cheek between her teeth as she tried to formulate what she wanted to say. Though nervousness squirmed in her stomach, she forced herself to meet Ophelia's striking blue eyes.
"As - as a head counselor - and even before then - I'm just... sort of used to putting everyone else's needs before my own," she admitted. Her gaze flickered away momentarily, betraying just how awkward she felt. "It's not really easy for me to... to be the one in need of assistance. To be vulnerable." She swallowed, shifting slightly amidst the blankest. "I guess - what I'm trying to say is - thank you. No one's really... done this for me before. Um - taken care of me. At camp - I mean. O-Other than Chiron. Of course." She fidgeted with a strand of blonde hair, still damp from her unintentional polar plunge. Even in her last relationship, she'd been the 'strong' one. The reliable one; someone you could always count on when you were feeling down. Mirabelle was always the person taking care of everyone else - she wasn't used to having the favour returned. And frankly, she wasn't quite sure how to react.

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

Juliet cringed at being fussed over in front of Chuck and Auggie (especially Auggie), though her heart warmed at knowing just how much her older half-sister cared. "Yeah, I'm okay," she insisted, despite the fact that her shoulder was obviously not where it was supposed to be.
"...sorry I ran off like that," she grumbled, not meeting Cass' eyes. "Hearing about one of our cabinmates just... gone, it messed me up a bit. I just wanted to make sure it wouldn't happen to anyone else." She paused momentarily, her gaze flickering back up to Cass' face. "Uh... might've dislocated my shoulder though," she admitted sheepishly. "Any chance you know someone who could pop it back into place or something?"
Her moment of slight vulnerability was quickly interrupted by Auggie's stubborn refusal to take any ambrosia. She snatched the small cube out of Chuck's outstretched hand, making sure to use her left arm rather than her right. Good thing I'm ambidextrous. Next, she turned to the purple-haired counselor, a look of frustration and incredulity spread across her features.
"Dude, seriously!? You totally almost passed out on me back there," Juliet hissed, keeping her voice on the lower side for added effect. "Gods, you're just as stubborn as Mirabelle. Maybe even worse. I swear, if you don't take some ambrosia or at least something, I'll tell the entire Aphrodite cabin that I had to practically carry you out of there. And you know how their gossip spreads like wildfire at camp. Wouldn't wanna tarnish your 'bad girl' reputation, would you?" She smirked, cocking an eyebrow.


|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Outside Big House|Tags: Big House Gang, Juliet, Auggie, Cass|

Chuck's jaw dropped as he heard Juliet start sassing Auggie, even threatening minor blackmail. He glanced nervously from the two head counselors nearby to the daughter of Hermes, fidgeting with a roll of bandages in his hands. He was just about to pass it over to Auggie when Juliet shot a hard, commanding glare his way, stopping him in his tracks.
"Do you even know how to bandage a wound? I mean, I don't, but I'm pretty sure whatever you did there wasn't cutting it."
Even Chuck had to agree with Juliet's snarky remark. He might not have been trained to deal with hypothermia or more serious conditions, but he could gauze and patch with the best of 'em.
"Uh, yeah, last one didn't look like it was on there right," Chuck bleated tentatively. "Uh, probably better if ya let me?" His hands shook as he held out the pristine roll of bandages, trying to keep them far enough out of the stubborn counselor's reach so she couldn't quite grab them if she tried. "For now, we should just like, try to get the bleeding to stop," he advised. "Then like, you wanna disinfect it - Apollo cabin's setting up as like, a temporary infirmary. I'm sure they have some like, disinfectant or something there. After that, you're gonna wanna redress the wound, you know?"

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no matter where he looked, there seemed to be nothing. more dust was falling, making the air heavier, more difficult to breathe in the shattering building, but there had to be one more. he had heard it said. he was certain. eighteen. he had counted seventeen. there was one more, one last person, and he would be damned if he didn't find them.

he hadn't checked the attic. all of the bodies had been around on the first and the second floors, but the attic had been neglected. had someone fallen early to a roof tile? it was possible - plausible, even. but it would be difficult to get up there. the house was already straining, the beams seemingly weakening. "come on, laurel," orin whispered. "just one more. i just need it for one more, please. please."

a beam fell, hit his back as it swung. it hurt, but he chose to put that away for now. in his mind, if his entire body hurt, then noneo f his body hurt. it was flawed logic, but meant all the same.
"come on, come on." he muttered, still trying to traverse the house, get up to a point where he would be able to reach the attic that he himself had collapsed in not an hour ago.

but then, intrusion. in the form of laika. "eighteen. they said eighteen. i don't know if you can count, but there were seventeen out -" he was wheezing between words, finding it difficult to create a decent argument. "what do you mean? there's - oh."

two things became very clear very quickly.
first -the extra body was not in the house. that was his mistake. in his haze, he had assumed that it was the only plausible explanation.
but second, and possibly more pressing - laurel's energy had run out.

it seemed to run in slow motion as the beam in his peripheral vision fizzled and gave up. he saw it happening, tried to figure out something that he could do to fix it, but he was in pain, and he was tired, and the most electricity that he could muster was a static shock from shuffling his socks against a rug. "window!" he shouted, the roar erupting.
while electricity would not come to him, wind was a kinder mistress. more malleable - it was always around, unlike electricity, which required the shifting of energy - he just had to focus it. there was a window to their left, already shattered, which was a plus, and orin made to leap out of it. they were upstairs - a big, rather frightening fall, to say the least.

as he had done for the survivors earlier, and as he had done for alex when he fell from the tree, he tried to muster an air cushion that would sufficiently help. of course, exhausted as he was, it wasn't as cushy as it normally would have been - but upon landing, he didn't hear his bones crack and break. the house was collapsing. the end of a damned era.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Laurel tags open

As laurel falls she hears the house collapsing in on itself. She flings her hands out to ask the wind to slow her dissent. She lands on the grass and smiles a tired smile.

[takara]

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

Aggy gave the taller boy a stern look. I never said you were crying. You're the one who said that. She told him. She slowly returned her belt and scabbard to her pants, trying not to appear as grateful as she felt. The weigh of her cutlass on her hip had already been missed. "Well, do you have a better suggestion?" She asked, shifting her weigh as she looked to the building. Although she hadn't been here long enough to know it's significance, to watch a building collapse was...an odd sensation.

Jack "Reese" Dawson | 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: outside Big House | tags: Caleb, NPCs | mentions: Caleb, NPCs

Reese looked toward the speaker, a rather polished looking fellow, who ought to be in the Aphrodite cabin, had his parentage not failed him. Caleb, a pretty name for a pretty boy, he thought as he looked over at the other camper. "I doubt you'd be saying that if you had one." Reese said with an easy smile, lifting a hand to focus in on the other campers carpools in his wrist and give them a tug. Nothing serious, just enough to make Caleb uncomfortable.

"Some of us have rather useful skills," He said with a grin, releasing Caleb's wrist from his pull. "And that's Dr. DiCaprio to you!" He said, coming back to the moment and sobering up his features. Dammit Reese, there's a building collapsing next to you, and you're smiling ?
He turned back to the others. "Bone setter here! " He called, searching the groups for anyone who looked to be in need of his services. You split it, I stitch it!

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

Ophelia resisted the urge to blurt out 'Don't do that!' because she knew well that telling Mira what to do wouldn't work. And besides, it sounded like pity. No one likes pity.
Set set about finally peeling off her armour, playing the pieces in a neat pile to be dealt with later. A brown leather cuff next to the black one, her scarred chestplate with the celestial bronze tooling, her metal thigh guard on top of the lot.

"Don't thank me." Ophelia said solemnly, stepping over to the bed,ande perching on it next to Mira. "You're paying for all this with another one of those hugs." She said with a grin, cautiously leaning in. Drat it, sometimes it's fun to be the hero! The thought scared her, but somewhere deep down she knew that this was what she wanted. To be needed by someone else, for once.

Henry "Hank" Walker | 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Cabin 7--> outside woods (near stables) | tags: broken arm npc-> Niji, open! | mentions: Bay Laurel

Hank had handed the girl off to the nymphs, dryads and campers milling about Cabin 7, and they were only too happy to help, thank the gods. They'd fix her up, just like always. He breathed a sigh of relief and set off back toward the Big House to ferry more campers, smiling politely and nodding to a dryad that was entering just as he was leaving, careful to hold the door open for her. Then he was off.

A thought crossed his mind, and he slowed down on his mission. Where on earth did Izzy get to? Did she get trapped somewhere? He wondered, panicking a little. Think Hank! She's a smart girl, she'll be away from the house now. The thought slowed his racing heart, but it only send his mind on a whirlwind of places the dog may be. He doubled back to scan the forest for tracks in the snow, and instead was greeted by the sight of a deranged looking demigod leading a horse through the drifts.
He tentatively changed his focus and headed over. This kid looks like they've been through Tartarus. He smiled to hide the fear of whatever thing had done this to the kid from showing on his face.
"Hey there!" He called, announcing his presence as he came into hearing range. "How about I take you to the Apollo cabin for some ambrosia, and some heat? I can take your horse here back to the stables for ya after, I'll even cool 'em down and give 'em a brushing, free of charge!" He said, offering a hand to the camper. He phrased it like a question, but it was honestly more of a command, and his tone, despite being light-hearted, left no room for argument.

[Galeslash7]

Skylar Kakitid, 16 years old, Female, Daughter of Hecate, 7 year camper, Location: Outside Big House, Tags: Laika, Mentions: None

Skylar started to life more and more debris up and cleared a small path for people to escape from. Once she was done with that, she sat down on the ground exhausted. Now all was left was to rescue everybody inside. She was sure others were taking care of that though. Several people rushed in to help. Skylar knew she had done all that she could for the time being, especially after being so weak from the cold. She massaged her temples and fought the growing stress build up. The craziness and shock of the Big House coming down finally weighed on her. The infirmary, gone. The priceless treasures and artifacts in the attic, smushed under snow and wood. She knew her siblings would be shocked and devastated, so she had to do her best to reassure them and comfort them for the time being. She knew Chiron and some of the older counselors could figure it out. Who knew, maybe even a god would come down to help their kids? Skylar stood up, pressing a hand to her forehead. What could she do now? She knew healing was probably the most important, but her magic wasn't as refined in that area. She would just get in the way of the real healers.

That is when she heard that Hunter girl start shouting more orders. She didn't really like people who thought they could just order her around, but this girl sounded like she knew what she was doing. Plus, Skylar didn't really know what to do. So she walked over when she heard the girl ask for children of Hecate. As the counselor of Hecate, she could definitely help. She gathered up by the girl with some of her siblings, giving them some words of encouragement or a few reassurances. The girl ordered them to buddy up to find the bodies inside and help keep the Big House standing while they did so. Speaking of which, there did seem to be some sort of strange glow of something holding up some debris. Was that … lightning? How was that holding up the building? Must be a powerful demigod in there. She pushed her way to the front towards the girl. She knew as technically the strongest magic user, she should probably go with the girl who was issuing all these orders. They would probably be doing the most dangerous job. She raised her hand and said out loud, "I'm Skylar, counselor of Hecate. I could go with you if you want?" She put down her hand, feeling stupid and gently asked some other kids to move so the Lieutenant could see her. Now that Skylar could see her up close, she looked twice as intimidating. She had an air of authority, athletic features, and a couple impressive scars. She could see how this lady had ended up as Artemis's right hand woman.

[indigo']

Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Big House|tags:Juliet, Chuck

”I didn’t almost pass out!” She snapped, glaring at the daughter of Hermes despite the pain in her arm and remaining fuzzy feeling in her head. She narrowed her eyes at being compared to the Aphrodite counsellor. Although she wasn’t the worst person to be compared to, Auggie didn’t want any association with that cabin whatsoever. “Are you threatening me?” She really didn’t want rumours being spread about her, especially not the one Juliet had suggested, but the girl was probably bluffing and if she wasn’t, Auggie could just lie and threaten her way out of that. Who were people really going to believe? She drew in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. “I’m fine,” She insisted. “I guarantee there’s somebody who needs that more than I do. Try to blackmail me again and I’ll make up something much worse about you.” She added, eyes glittering malevolently. “The Aphrodite kids wont even question if it’s true or not, they’ll just go tell everyone who’ll listen.”

She reached out to take the roll of bandages when Juliet stopped the satyr with a look, and it was pulled out of her reach again. She rolled her eyes, still too groggy to fight back as much as she usually would. “Gee, you don’t say,” She shot back at the other girl sarcastically, pressing the blood soaked scrap of fabric to her arm to at least stem some of the blood flow until she got a real bandage on. She tensed at Chuck’s words, but didn’t shoot him a burning glare like she had with Juliet. He hadn’t technically done anything to tick her off...yet. “Fine,” She snapped, an edge of annoyance still in her voice. “But quit shaking, I’m not gonna bite you.” Her expression and tone suggested otherwise, but the statement was the closest thing to a friendly remark that most people would get out of Auggie.

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

“But you—“ Jamie bit his tongue, deciding it was better not to argue with the girl. If being friendly had earned him a threat to his life, he didn’t want to see what would happen if he got annoyed. “A better suggestion?” He pondered, watching with relief as she strapped the belt and scabbard back to her waist, seeming to have already let go of the borderline senseless idea. “I think a better idea is to stay out here, get some help if you have any injuries or...or try to help anyone else who might need it. Without endangering any more lives. That includes your own.” He finished the sentence quietly, glancing at Aggy nervously. He wasn’t sure how she’d take his suggestion but he didn’t have much choice other than saying exactly what was on his mind. He wasn’t going to let her run back in to save someone who could probably get out on his own anyways.

As he finished speaking he saw a light go out in his peripheral vision and turned to look as Laurel was shot out from the house and the whole thing began to go down. He watched with dismay as the house that had seemed such a constant part of his life for the last few years disintegrated into nothing more than rubble and dust. That’s why we don’t go running back into buildings that are falling down, He wanted to say, but the words got stuck in his throat, refusing to come out. His mouth felt dry and he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear how his voice would sound anyway. He really hadn’t been crying before and he wasn’t now, but as he watched the Big House collapse and saw the lifeless forms of his fellow campers laid out on the lawn in front of it, that event seemed more and more likely to occur.

Caleb Thomas|19|he/him|Athena|Outside Big House|Tags:Reese

“I suppose you’re probably—ah!” His conceding comment was cut off as he looked at his wrist in confusion, then back at Reese in an incredulous manner. “Alright then, no need to prove yourself like that.” He clutched at his wrist with the other hand, spinning it around a couple times to rid himself of the uncomfortable sensation. “Yes, Dr. DiCaprio, sir.” He replied with a mock salute. His amused look faded as the boys expression turned darker. “Alright, well...” He looked towards the Big House, his eyes drifting over the campers spread across the lawn and his face twisted slightly. He turned back to Reese, his expression a carefully practiced neutral for the moment. “Do you need any help? I can charmspeak these guys into not crying and wailing while you fix their cracked limbs.” He paused for a moment. “I’m just kidding, I can’t do that. But I can provide free entertainment and a ruggishly good looking distraction.” He said raising his eyebrows and flashing a grin.