Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Cabin 13|tags:Orin

Auggie rolled her eyes when he asked her not to tell anyone that he’d been right about something. “Yeah, right, as if I’m ever going to tell anyone about this.” She wasn’t specific in what she meant, but it was evident from her tone and the slightly ashamed look on her face that nothing that had just happened would ever be brought up to anyone else.

“If you ever tell anyone about me...” She couldn’t say crying. That’s exactly what she’d done, but now that she’d regained control of herself she couldn’t say it. “Then I’ll...” The words died on her tongue again, not bothering to finish the empty threat. She wouldn’t do anything, she knew that and at this point, he probably did too. Instead, she just shrugged. “No one would believe you.”

When she picked up the photo again and asked for his lighter, he questioned her only briefly before giving in. She tried not to show her surprise on her face, having expected him to tell her what a terrible idea it was, but appreciated that he didn’t. Maybe part of her knew she was being impulsive again, that she might regret the loss of the photo later on, but burning bridges was something she’d gotten used to. It was almost a security. If she was the one doing the burning, then she was the one in control. Nobody could take that away from her. “The bridge is already burned,” she muttered, bitterly. “I’m just clearing away the rubble.”

Then he drew his hand from his pocket, and with it came the cellphone, clattering to the cabin floor. Her eyes went to the forbidden device immediately, eyebrows raised, but she said nothing.

She took the lighter carefully, only half listening to his directions as her attention was more caught by the phone he had dropped. He seemed eager to explain himself, as if she was actually going to judge him for breaking the rules. “First of all, calm down. I wouldn’t care if you were.” He had to know that. Out of anyone at this camp she was usually the one encouraging people to break the rules for the hell of it. Having a phone on you was maybe not the brightest way to do that, especially considering everything going on, but she assumed he had a fairly good reason for carrying around a literal monster beacon in his pocket.

She didn’t try to look at his screen, but a brief glance told her there were several notifications, and judging by his expression and choice of words, they weren’t good. She frowned, photograph and lighter still tight in her grip, but momentarily forgotten in the face of something more pressing. “What’s wrong?” she asked carefully, unsure whether she actually wanted the answer to that question. Clearly, a lot of things were wrong, this was likely just another problem to add to the ever growing list.

[sammy,]

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
cabin 13
zeus - counselor
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orin nodded as they seemed to come to some agreement. "s'like fight club," he said half-heartedly. "first rule about - oh, i've already done it in. i've already broken it." lighthearted. maybe not the time, but it never was.

"just... just give yourself a bit of time to think about it, right? like, i don't need that back immediately. you can give it back to me later on, or - or just throw as far as you can. it'll turn up back in the jacket anyway," he said. it was in her hands, and he knew that if he didn't give it to her, she would end up throwing it on the campfire later on anyway. this wasn't going to be something that he could realistically talk her out of if she was set on it. god knew that he was impulsive at the best of times - he had no right to cast his hypocritical judgement.

the sight of the messages brought everything back into perspective. for a moment, there had been a problem that he had known how to deal with, at least a bit - and then the crushing issue came back into the forefront, realigning the shot almost cinematically. everything was real again. the world outside of the hades cabin was objective once more.

"i just need to - sorry, hang on," orin stared at the screen, waiting patiently for the right words to come to him. they wouldn't. they flew around, dipped, weaved, but none of them stuck.

sent to worst gorman:
stay in cork
sent to worst gorman:
it'll be fine dw it's all being sorted
sent to worst gorman:
send my love i'll be in touch later

it was a lie, for the most part, but there was nothing else that he could do. it was not their responsibility. he put the phone back into airplane mode and slipped it into his inside coat pocket, feeling a tad dazed.

"i was meant to tell chiron," he said. "i still will. but - something happened, and it's quite big, but -" a puff of air escaped from his mouth. "i was worried about it, and now it's like - things keep happening. things are just... stacking on top of each other, all happening, and i can't control them, not right now." a moment of pause. he glanced over at auggie. "i think this was more important anyway. it still is."

he wasn't quite sure why he was omitting information, but supposed that part of it had been his own immediate reaction. the fear and the panic and the thousand screaming voices in his head telling him that this was the worst possible scenario to be in - he didn't want that for her, not now. they had brought in a wave of calm, a pure, brief few seconds of tranquility, where the snow didn't matter and the quest didn't matter and the phone in orin's pocket didn't matter, and he wasn't going to throw the pebble into the centre of it. "it's a mess, but it can wait. sky's not falling down yet." a thought made him smile. "you ever watch chicken little? i'd get compared to him all the time when i was a wean. i was scared of everything. i had to move primary schools to get away from being called 'ace cluck'. by the teachers."

as he spoke, he was confronted with the epiphany that none of the stories he told, none of the memories he harboured, felt as though they belonged to him. he knew they were his - they were up in his head, rattling about, ready to be told without warning, but his childhood had been separated into 'before' and 'after' finding out about his demigod status, and he had never reconciled with the 'before'. with that, he leaned back so he was lying on the floor - careful with his head, which throbbed at the sudden pressure - and looked up at the ceiling. a moment of quiet in the chaos. "never been scared of anything since. i'm not having that dregged up again,"

[takara]

Jack "Reese" Dawson | 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: woods | tags: Emmie

He dropped his hand at Emmie's insistence. Although he deserved the shock, he was not about to fight for it.
"I think it would be best if I work them out by myself." He said, a little stiffly. And maybe next time I won't get distracted by Auggie's bloodthrist and Caleb's...Caleb's what? He frowned, trying to keep his mind on the conversation at hand.

"No, of course not!" His mouth dropped open at the suggestion. "I just overreacted when Auggie was coming for me, that's all," He smiled, but it was tight. Was I aiming for her? Lord knows, but thank God it didn't strike. He glanced up in silent thanks, but only for a moment. He looked into her grey eyes, still not sure how to answer the rest of her question. He gulped, unsure of the look that she was giving him. A shiver ran down his spine. I almost killed her...blood of Olympus, I almost killed her! he tore himself away and turned once more to the rock.

His voice could barely be heard over the movement of the rock. "I am...I am not certain why I did that. I thought," He glared at the rock, throwing his emotions at it till it rumbled once more and began to sink. "I thought I wanted to get it back to Caleb, then I turned, and I threw it, and-" I almost gave you a hit ambrosia could not fix. He shook his head, plunging the rock deeper until only the crest of it broke the surface. I almost...what if...what happens when I lose control? He was shaking now, but that could be attributed to the energy the rock was sapping from him. The tears welling in his eyes? Well, they were a different story. He bit the inside of his mouth, and the rock finally went down, leaving a pile of disturbed dirt in it's place.

He turned back to Emmie, not quite meeting her eyes. "Would you like a walk back to your cabin?" He offered with a tight smile. In all ernestness, he hoped she would say no. But he could also practically hear his grandmother yelling at him if he did not ask, so he did it anyway. No need to call into questioning two pieces of himself in one day.

Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Dining pavilion | tags: Aydan, Celeste, |

Ophelia blinked at Aydan's suggestion. When did princess get so assertive? Is something wrong? But now was not the time to ask. "Oh, of course," Ophelia brightened a bit at the idea something so normal, so routine., as introducing a new camper to their cabin. And yet you almost forgot. The thought made her stomach sink, but she smiled at her new, well actually old, sister anyway. "I'll help you get those to cabin ten, then we can explore a bit!" She faltered a moment, as if suprised by her own enthusiasm. "If that's what you want? " It was never good to assume, and Celeste would likely be more concerned with getting settled anyway.

She glanced at the pale son of Khione sitting with them. "You can come too, once you're done with the hot cocoa." She smiled at him, as if it could somehow ease the feelings that were pouring out of him. Not good enough. She lowered her voice a fraction, a glint in her eye. "After all, you still owe me a rematch, Aurora!" She hopped up before he could answer, eager to ignore the butterflies swirling in her stomach at her daring. Breathe, friends joke around, you're all good, she told herself, examining Celeste's bags and awaiting orders from her sister.

Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Dining Pavilion | tags: Cass, Juliet--> open!

Aggy scowled as Juliet listed off names as if they should hold a special meaning to her. They all sounded made up, like they belonged to some foreign fairytale. Sure, she'd heard some of them earlier, but that didn't make the not knowing any easier. She pushed away from the table, abandoning her messy plate. Her eyes scanned the pavilion, looking for something. Come on now, there's gotta be someone with a death wish. She popped out of the bench, practically vaulting over it, and started on her quest for an opponent.

Henry "Hank" Walker | 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Dining Pavilion | tags: Izzy(dog), Lucy

Inwardly, Hank sighed in relief. "Yeah, I gotta be there to make sure no Apollo kids try to pull any stunts." He said, stepping up to her. Grey sister's taxi? Hmmm, interesting. Hank had yet to hear of Lucy and Will's escapade yesterday, having been busy with the usual counselor duties, and the unusal chaos. He furrowed his brow, but didn't question it. It's probably something for the meeting, no need to press her twice about it. He reached a hand down to rub Izzy's head with his knuckles. "I'm told that it's being held here, so we might as well sit down a minute," He took his own advice, seating himself on the Cabin 7 bench with a smile. I'm sure you enough about what happened last night, so how's your time away been? He asked.

[indigo']

[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Cabin 13|tags:Orin

Auggie shook her head at his fight club joke, though her lips were pressed firmly in the expression one makes when trying to suppress a smile. The amusement faded from her eyes quickly, and she nodded, carefully tucking both the photo and the lighter into the pocket of her hoodie, handling the latter with significantly more care. She wasn’t going to do it yet, she’d at least wait long enough to act like she’d considered the decision. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being in possession of Orin’s weapon with everything that had been going on and the waning sense of security that hung over camp, but it’s not like the area was that big—if something happened she could easily find him, worst case scenario she could chuck the thing and it would appear back to him.

She watched as Orin stared down at his phone screen, seeming to hesitate before typing out a response. She could see the concern on his face and suddenly felt a surge of guilt for everything that had just happened. There were more pressing matters outside of this cabin, there were more pressing matters outside of her head. She looked at him after he’d put the phone away, waiting for an explanation that didn’t come, not really. He seemed to be dancing around the subject, not wanting to reveal exactly what it was that had rattled him.

Part of her wanted to push him for answers, wanted to demand he tell her what new big thing had happened. If it was so important, than surely she should know about it. But another part of her was okay with his holding back. She couldn’t exactly say she felt calm or even safe at the moment, but she didn’t mind the fragile semblance of something similar to calmness that they’d created for the time being. She’d find out whatever it was eventually.

She tilted her head at his last comment, frowning slightly. “I’m not...” The words came quietly, trailing off into nothing. If whatever was happening in the outside world was big enough to have him using a cellphone within camp, it was certainly more important than her pathetic little breakdown.

She frowned again at the observation that the sky wasn’t falling down yet. She’d been about to reply that it kind of was, when she saw that he was smiling at something inside his head that he was inevitably about to share with her. He began to tell his childhood anecdote and she cracked a small smile in spite of herself. When he said it had been the teachers calling him names, a laugh escaped her before she could stop it, bubbling up from inside without warning. It was difficult to imagine Orin as a cowardly little kid, but the thought was amusing.

“I saw that movie with my—“ She cut herself off abruptly, expression falling. She’d been about to say with her dad, but the man she’d seen as her father for the first six years of her life wasn’t really that. Though she could only guess her mother’s ex-husband was about as bad as the one currently ruling the underworld. “Ace cluck, that’s pretty good,” she said with a smirk, recovering quickly.

She looked over at him when he lay back on the floor, watching for a moment before she lay back next to him—a little less gently, having forgotten about her injured head and wincing as it bumped against the floor with her ungrateful movement. “Nothing? Nothing scares you, ever?” she asked disbelievingly, clearly not buying his statement.

“When I was in school kids used to call me ‘Scooby Doo’...because I was always talking about seeing ghosts and stuff. Sometimes they’d go with Casper which didn’t really make sense but none of them were smart enough to realize that...when we were a bit older they started comparing me to the kid from The Sixth Sense. Oh and when Paranorman came out I had...just the worst month at school.” Her tone was light, amused. She wasn’t sure why she was sharing this, she wasn’t usually one for bringing up stories from her childhood. Maybe the chatty rave giraffe was starting to rub off on her. That wasn’t good.

“None of them actually believed me when I told them what I could see...until I went to a slumber party in third grade. I started talking to this girl’s granny who had apparently passed away three years ago...and I said things that I couldn’t have possibly known if I was making it up. All the other girls started crying and my mom had to come pick me up.” She frowned, realizing after the words had left her mouth that it wasn’t exactly the light-hearted story she’d thought it was. “Sorry, that was...a bit dark.”

Her head was still aching from the impact with the floor, at least she could blame her sudden desire to tell stories she hadn’t brought up to anyone since they happened on that. Head trauma could do that to you, right? “I think Reese gave me a concussion,” She muttered, her tone much less concerned than the statement would usually prompt one to be.

[sammy,]

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cabin 13
zeus - counselor
mentioned: auggie
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"oi," he said softly. "you are." it wasn't even a question of whether he was right or not - whether it all lined up - it was just a fact that orin had come to accept. "it's more important, objectively, 'cos - you know, what am i gonna do? i go to chiron, i start blabbing, and then there's another problem that everyone's clamouring to solve, and i flagged it, so it's sort of my fault if everything starts spiralling. i'm not gonna take that over actually - actually doing something, actually being there for you if you - when you need it." he scrunched up his nose. "and it's also important because now we're even, and that's - that's like, top of the list of priorities. i've been trying to figure out how to redeem myself since last night." an effort of a smile.

he laughed when she did, and it was another one of those strange things. he'd forgotten why he'd started acting the way he had, really. morale sometimes - the mask other times - and sometimes just to make it all feel a little easier than it was. while he caught the abrupt halt of her words, he didn't press them, instead focusing on the recovery. "you tell anyone about that, and i'll cap your knees. i'm not having that go round again."

"nothing," he confirmed, eyes traversing the ceiling. "i was scared of all this stuff. you can name it, and i was probably scared of it. the dark, heights - ironic one, that - spiders, dogs, sometimes cats if they had a funny look about them, the sound of clocks, the number eight - you can imagine the birthday for that one - strangers, loud noises, quiet noises, the sea, lakes, any - any water, really -" he cut himself off. "and then i figured out, in my little head, that i was just scared of dying. that was all of them. i was scared of drowning or being stabbed or falling off a building, so i stopped being scared of dying." that sounded a lot more dire than it was when he put it into words. "except the number eight. i really can't explain that one. or clocks. they still give me the heebie-jeebies sometimes."

it wasn't the whole truth - there were still things he was scared of. he was half-human, after all, no matter how much faux grandiosity he pushed out to the eyes of onlookers, and that came with anxiety. the natural order of things. maybe the point was that he'd learnt to stop acting scared of them.
he pushed aside his moment of self-awareness when auggie spoke of the nicknames she had been burdened with, letting out amused little huffs of breath when the sentences called for them. "i won't pull the 'i see dead people' card, then. i don't wanna be unoriginal."

"nah, it's all dark. i'd be surprised if it wasn't," he said. "the realisation's the weird one, right? when you figure out that what you're feeling isn't... you know, normal. when you see a hellhound and all your mates see a spaniel, that's... that's the 'i've either gone mad or something's very wrong here' feeling."

at the mention of a concussion, he turned his own head to look at her. "have you got any ambrosia? i could get you some. there's some in my cabin," he offered. "if he gave you a concussion, i'd love to see what you managed to get on him."

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dining hall
aphrodite
mentioned: ophelia,
aydan
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the boy at the table, aydan, mentioned cabins. she had had the rundown of all of them - hadn't quite picked up on everything, but had gotten the gist. "that makes sense," celeste said, turning when ophelia piped up to offer the grand tour, as it were. "that would be lovely," she nodded. "i got a little look, but it's rather big, isn't it? this place, it's like a little village." with the amount of campers that surrounded them on their respective tables, she supposed that the size of the place was reasonable. it was beyond that, though - the place felt like it existed within its own little bubble.

there was something childish in her that thought that if she were to exit the perimeters the way she had entered them, she could return to her time. it wasn't that celeste wanted to go back to the slog of the war effort, but there was a pang of shame at not truly finishing her mission, leaving without a trace. there had been stories about soldiers lost to the wind, their bodies never recovered, and she knew well how rumours circulated. biting, cruel words about cowardice and shellshock muttered over the dim light of oil lamps in air-raid shelters.

fantasies aside, she stood with her half-sister, hiking up the pair of cases as she did so. "they're -" what was the best word to describe them? volatile? active? "fragile." that worked. less 'gunpowder plot' and more 'precious nicknacks'. "lead the way."

[norvina!]

ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ + ᴅᴀʜʟɪᴀ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ
(seventeen;females;hypnos;nemesis)
(the woods)(tags;telio;mira)

dahlia wished she could show a slight bit of remorse on her face, she had felt sorrowful for the poor boy but it was hard to express. with the quest she had prepared herself for, she knew that could be her in his position, but she had to protect her people, her sister. pushing the nagging thoughts off to the side she looked as telio lifted up the body "d-do you need help?" she stumbled a bit, wanting to help any way she could. "uhm, I know a meadow not too far from here." she suggested, shrugging a bit. "if you'd want to take him there."

delilah followed behind mira quietly, thousands of thoughts ran through her head. she wasn't ready to say goodbye, how could she prepare herself. her heart felt heavy in her chest as they faced eachother, admiring the beautiful girl's features she couldn't help the soft smile on her face. she struggled to find the words to say, hanging onto every word that came out of mira's mouth. "I know you have to go." she looked into her eyes, fidgeting with her hands. delilah couldn't help but feel weak in a situation like this, she wanted so desperately to protect her, beg her to stay but she couldn't. no matter how much it hurt she'd have to let her go. her eyes stung as a few hot tears dripped down her face, crying wasn't something the girl was accustomed to, they didn't seem to stop as she quickly tried to wipe them away. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry, I just-" she sniffled, hiding her face. "I need you to come back, please." she felt desperate, wishing she had the ability to control fate.

her tears slowly dried up as she calmed, taking a breath she shook her head "it feels like we were just silly little kids yesterday." she chuckled, looking back on the now bittersweet memories. looking up fondly at the girl, her heart swelling at her sweet words. she cared so much for mirabelle, loved the girl even. "you mean a lot to me mira." she spoke, unlocking the dainty opal pendant she kept around her neck, she held it out to the girl "so I need you to take this as a promise to come back, it'll give me peace of mind." placing the locket gently in her hand, giving it a light squeeze. her heart thumped in her chest, lifting herself up on tipy toes she placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, her face felt warm as she looked away "I'll visit you in your dreams, a peaceful night's sleep is the least I can give you." she reassured, hoping to give her some peace of mind. "dahlia isn't going to take well to saying goodbye, you should know how much of a hardhead she is." chuckling a bit, tangling her hands once again in her cardigan.

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬☀️
(seventeen;female;posideon)
(cabin three)(tags;hu,chiron)

caspia tried to get a good look at the centaur, it amazed her such a creature existed. trying not to gawk, although she didn't know if being a fish gave her too many facial expressions. glad to be back inside of the warm cabin, she winced at the sight of her rather lifeless body. her face looked pale, unsettlingly pale. "I-I'm trying to calm down, It's extremely hard to calm down!" she exclaimed, trying to take in a breath. It was awkward trying to breathe underwater, there was alot of pressure. "I just want this to be over." she groaned, eyeing her body. caspia felt a headache coming on, her vision went out of focus before growing dark. as her vision came back, she held her head "this headache is going to kill me." she sighed, looking down at her..feet? "I'm not a fish, I never thought I'd say that." she let out a sigh, shaking her head.

[WitchHazel]

|⟡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Behind Mess Hall|Tags: Delilah|

Mes dieux, no, no, don't cry, Mirabelle wanted to say, but her own throat had closed up with emotion. Warmth pricked her eyes like a pin, and it was all she could do to blink the wetness away. It was times like these that she was thankful for water-resistant makeup. Delilah's words were like a hammer to her glass heart. It physically hurt to see the other girl in pain, but moreso to know that Mirabelle herself was the cause. She had to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep the liquid guilt from leaking out of her eyes.
Mirabelle took a shaky breath as she listened to Delilah speak, sniffling as subtly as she possibly could. 'You mean a lot to me Mira.' Those few words made her heart nearly stop in her chest. Surely it wasn't... surely she didn't mean it in the way Mirabelle wanted, right? No. No, someone as kind and pure as Delilah could never love someone as messed up as her. It was... gods, Mirabelle didn't even know what it was. You don't deserve her, she reminded herself. You don't deserve that kind of love.
Mirabelle was pulled out of her dismal thoughts by Delilah's voice, offering her the necklace she always wore. "Oh, no, I couldn't possibly -" 'Take this as a promise to come back, it'll give me peace of mind.' That's what she had said. "I-if you insist - a-and if it'll give you peace of mind - o-of course." Her response tumbled out in a stammering mess, and she wanted to slap herself. Zut alors, Mirabelle! Retrouver ton équilibre! The action that came next only served to further increase her self-consciousness. She kissed you. The realisation brought a rush of heat to Mirabelle's face, and she was certain her blush was evident even under all of her makeup. She actually kissed you. A kiss on the forehead, but a show of affection just the same. By Aphrodite's grace... Delilah's words retrieved her from her thoughts once more. Back in the moment, she realised that she was clutching the necklace rather tightly in her hand - it had started to dig into her palm. She less-than gracefully clasped the necklace around her own neck, the pendant resting close to Celeste's moonstone garotte. "I - thank you," Mirabelle finally managed. The prospect of a good night's sleep was something she was relatively unfamiliar with by this point, and it would serve her well to be rested on the quest. "I - I really appreciate it." She wound a strand of long blonde hair around a dainty finger as she listened to Delilah's next words. "Dahlia? Oh, I thought she was coming along." The minute she opened her mouth, she was mentally kicking herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid! she silently berated her lack of thinking. Dahlia obviously hasn't told her yet, and you've just made a mess of it all! Oh, mes dieux, Mirabelle, is there anything you won't screw up? The internal dialogue that followed was mostly a load of mortified screaming. Externally, Mirabelle had fallen quiet, and some of the colour had drained from her face. "I - I'm sorry, I didn't know she hadn't told you yet," she eventually blurted. Way to go, Mirabelle. You really messed up this time. Gods, Dahlia is going to murder you.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Cass, Aggy|

"See ya later, Ags," Juliet called after the younger girl as she headed off. Her eyes followed the little spitfire for a short time, though she eventually lost interest. "Man, I kinda hope she doesn't get herself killed." With that, Juliet surveyed the pavilion, rapping her fingers against the purple-clothed table. She had wanted to say goodbye to Mira, but the other girl was nowhere in sight it seemed.

|⊙|Zahra Al-Amin|217/Looks 32|She/They|Magician; Eye of Sekhmet|Location: Cabins Area|Tags: Jay|

"Set is the least of our worries," Zahra murmured aloud. "Though that is valuable information nonetheless. Judging from past events, he wishes not for the destruction of the world any more than we do. If we can get him and his host to help, we may just have a chance. A tiny chance, but a chance. If anybody knows chaos, it is him." She fixed the girl with a warm yet piercing stare. "Do you know where to find the Host of Set? I would normally sense him, but there is chaos energy everywhere that is here." She gestured around them for emphasis. "In addition to him, we need Anubis. The entire Duat will soon be decimated - or worse, consumed, if we do not act against the Ogdoad."

[*Lovel*]

Emerson "Emmie" Tags: Reese Location: arena

"Ok, just wanted to extend the offer. I know it's difficult for me to test my powers too, especially now that I could use my shapeshifting for more than just spy work." she said offering him a small smile. She did want a chance to spar more but she wasn't going to beg him to spar with her so she let it go.

Emmie let out a sigh of relief when Reese told her that her assumption was wrong. Though it did seem like he was still tense and thinking about the situation. "Well I'm glad I didn't do anything that offended you." she said with a shy smile.

She watched as Reese moved the rock, that must be a taxing task like how shapeshifting was for her. As soon as the thought crossed her mind she felt exhaustion wash over her. Her attention returned back to him as he tried to explain himself. Maybe it's because he was jealous I was hanging out with Caleb. Maybe he has a crush on Caleb. she thought but before she could bring it up she noticed he was shaking. She walked closer to him and gently put a hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him in a way that wasn't going overboard.

"I don't feel like going to my cabin, wanna go to the lake or try and find some ice cream?" she asked. "You're welcometo decline." she said knowing if someone asked her the same question she'd have a hard time saying no, even if she really did want to decline. She tucked a stray strand of red hair behind her ear as she awaited his answer, her gray eyes fixated on the ground.

Aydan Tags: Ophelia, Celeste, and Mira Location: Dining Pavilion

Aydan nodded at both girls without a word, though when Ophelia smiled at him his stomach did a flip. Was he sick? He ignored the sensation and his confusion while smiling back at her before he drank the rest of his cocoa in one drink. He set the mug down with a clink and stood up.

"The rematch you're likely to lose you mean Lia?" he said with a smirk offering up a nickname that was more elegant than teasing. He looked to Celeste's bags too, curious as to what could be in them other than the obvious clothes. "Dont worry Celeste, I still don't know my way around fully. Though I think after this tour I'll be golden." he remarked trying to ease her if she was worried but also talking himself up at the same time. He raised his arms above his head as he stretched, his shirt lifting slightly as he did so. "I'm ready"he said still in his stretch.

Ash Tags: Sa'd Location: Dining Pavilion

Ash looked at the two with a raised brow "So.. what is your guy's relationship anyway?" he asked curiously as he ran a hand through his silver/gray hair. He couldn't help as his mind trailed off into the land of video games. Demigods lives were essentially like a video game... besides the extra lives. Depressing thought really. They go on quests in hopes of return with pride and glory, some at least, and keep on doing it over and over again. Though this boss seemed especially, what was the right word for it, merciless?

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Draco waited patiently by a tree waiting for Chiron's return with the Lieutenant Laika. He hummed quietly unsure of what to do.




Niji "Ji-Ji" Sakura Budōnoki • 17 • (he/they) • Homosexual • Dionysus • Location: Dining pavilion Tags: Bay

"There's straw would you like straw?" Niji asked.

Niji thought better of not touching Bay, but he didn't exactly have a choice.

Pulling his sleeves over his hands he hugged Bay.

"Sorry if you don't like touching. But its emergency." Niji mumbled.

"My hands aren't touching you are they?" He asked .
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Sa'd "Lucky Charm" Salam•17•trans male (ftm)•Bi••they/them•Host of Set•Location: The Dining pavilion •Tags:Open! Ash

"I am the host of Set. So I guess it's kinda like a room mate except the room mate lives in me." Sa'd explained.

"We aren't a couple if that's what you're asking. Set just knows it embarrasses me and besides that's his personality anyways, so he means nothing by it."

"Unless you're asking abkut Sa'd's uncle which is self explanatoryand I doubt that's what you were asking." Set replied.

Set seemed to be curious as to why the Greek was asking.

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[✩] Augusta Reynolds|17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|Cabin 13|tags:Orin

She didn’t have an opportunity to question the certainty in his voice before he started explaining exactly what he meant. Objectively. That was the key word in Auggie’s mind. It had nothing to do with her, but an ability to control one problem over another. She could accept that. She huffed a laugh at his excuse of being even. “I’m sure it is,” she muttered in response to his comment about priorities, pausing to think before she spoke again. “Well actually, I’ve seen you cry twice now so technically we’re not,” she said teasingly, tapping her foot against his lightly.

It seemed strange to be talking about what had happened yesterday—or just now for that matter—in a joking tone, as if everything was fine, as if this wasn’t both figuratively and literally the end of the world. It felt wrong, but once the words had left her mouth, there was no taking them back. She smiled carelessly at his threat. Luckily, she wasn’t the type to spread rumours about childhood nicknames. If she wanted to get at someone, she went for them herself without relying on petty drama.

She listened as he began to rattle off all the things he’d been afraid of, the list seeming to go on forever. “You just stopped?” She looked over at him incredulously. “Just like that?” She snapped her fingers for emphasis. “Up and decided you weren’t afraid of death anymore?” She turned her gaze back to the ceiling above them, the one that she’d become so familiar with in all the nights she lay awake in this cabin, unable to sleep because of thoughts that wouldn’t stop racing through her head, speeding up her heart rate and making it impossible to relax for even a second. She wasn’t sure it was possible to just shut off fear like that, to suddenly decide nothing bothers you, but it would definitely be convenient.

She shoved her hands into the pocket of her hoodie, suddenly hyperaware of the most obvious indicator of her weakness. She’d gotten fairly good at masking her emotions, but that didn’t mean she had better control over them, and when she was scared it was obvious, the ice that would cover her fingers a clear tell.

“Maybe you’re just bad at math,” she suggested helpfully, turning her attention back to Orin as he admitted to still being freaked out by clocks. “Intimidated by numbers.”

“Any phrase you could possibly use to make fun of me has probably already been used many times. You’d have to be pretty creative to come up with something original.” The words came across as a joke, but she fully believed what she was saying. Growing up as the emo kid who claimed to see spirits, she’d been called pretty much every cruel, mocking or downright awful name in the book.

She was glad that her story hadn’t come across as too unsettling. At this point, it wasn’t likely anyone at camp would be phased by traumatizing childhood stories, it was just something they’d all dealt with—different circumstances and varying severity, but something they all had in common more or less.

“Yeah...kind of a relief though. I mean, not realizing that you’re not normal but...when you find out that you’re not crazy, that all of this is real,” she clarified quickly. “It’s terrifying, but...at a certain point you’re just grateful that you haven’t totally lost it. I remember every teacher I ever had and all my friends parents always talking about it being ‘just a phase’, something I’d ‘grow out of’, and my mom would play along with them, as if she didn’t know better. It was reassuring to find people who didn’t think I was lying or want to take me to a psychiatric hospital.”

She frowned at the question about ambrosia, shaking her head in response. She didn’t have any ambrosia on her for the same reason she’d refused to take any yesterday—there was always someone who needed it more than her. “It’s...I’m fine,” she muttered, not sounding very convincing even to herself. She paused at the mention of what she’d done to Reese, brow furrowing as she struggled to remember the spar with her half brother. “Actually...” she couldn’t recall doing much more than hitting him with the flat of her blade and disarming him before he’d surrendered prematurely. “Nothing yet,” she concluded finally.