Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[takara]

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

Reese laughed heartily, letting thoughts of the unfortunate spar recede from his mind. Emmie's arm was warm against his, and she had been quick to take up the banter. Her grey eyes were glittering with mirth when she looked at him, silver as a polished jewel. Now to see about that ice cream heist. He tugged her along, making sure to be gentle after the previous incident.

"I have it on good authority that I could not shoot to save my life!" He fired back. Besides, Romanoff is paired with the Hulk. "I would align better with the Hulk, similar power crawl, similar mannerisms," Similar milque toast man who's hiding a monster within. He lifted an eyebrow absently and gazed down at her with a bemused look as they left the arena. "Some would even say my complection is unnatural enough for it." He said, denoting his deathly pale skin with a theatric tone.

Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location:---> Cabin 10 | tags: Celeste|

"Nah, the summer campers just came in. They stay at home over winter, but come back for training." She steadied her gaze on Celeste, keeping her voice removed from the bitterness she wanted to infuse into it. At least, that's what the one's with a home do. She caught Celeste's use of the term 'mother' and it quirked a curiosity within her, but she let it go for now. If nothing else, time will always tell.

She followed the brunette's attention to the door, which they were quickly approaching. Her words stirred images in Ophelia's mind: A great mahogany door, with inlaid marble designs...throughs of deadly, but beautiful, flowers at each of the window bays...iradescent black panels, the colors ever changing... She hadn't caught the aloof smile on her face, until they reached the obnoxious door and their destination. "Yeah... That would be nice." She said softly. It would need approval, and of course she'd wait on Mira, but...

Her next question caught Ophelia a little off guard, but she settled herself quickly, snatching at her butterfly. She studied Celeste, trying to piece together what, or really, how much she shoulf tell her. She turned and tugged open the offensive door.

She shook her head, none in particular coming to mind. "If you're trying to get at something, you'll need to be more specific. I know there's some, but the only thing that comes to mind is that it's not supposed to be snowing, there's been reports of a some ice monsters, and the Hunters," She paused, scrunching her nose and looking at Celeste. "The Hunters of Artemis that is, bit of a big deal, don't do men, partially immortal. Well anyway, they showed up." She stopped and looked around before dropping her voice to finish. No need to alarm anyone else, especially some Aphrodite gossip mongers. "Something big is happening" Something dangerous She lead Celeste inside, the cold already biting through her layers from the short walk.

[WitchHazel]

|⟡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Aydan, Quest Meeting Group|

Mirabelle steeled herself as she walked back to the Aphrodite table. A torrent of emotion warred within her, threatening to overwhelm her quickly deteriorating boundaries. Nonetheless, the mask remained. It took much more effort than usual, but she managed to keep it up for the time being. Her expression was rather serious, however; cheer would've been out-of-place given the current circumstances.
When she neared the table, she instantly noticed that Celeste and Ophelia were gone. Aydan was still hanging around, keeping a watchful eye on her bags. She cast him a dainty wave to get his attention as she drew closer, donning a grateful smile. "Thanks for watching my things," she praised, bending down to sling her backpack over her shoulder. While gathering her belongings, she gracefully slipped the small pill bottle from the side pocket into her right hand. If she was lucky, Aydan wouldn't have noticed anything. It was risky, taking her medication in public like this - she liked to keep that part of her life private. Only a select few actually knew of her psychological diagnoses and subsequent prescription, and she would prefer to keep it that way. Under the guise of brushing some hair out of her face, she slipped a Celexa into her mouth. The medication was certainly small enough to dryswallow, and she'd gotten rather adept at doing so. Using the premise of checking one of her zippers, she slid the small orange bottle back into her backpack. "Are you staying for the meeting?" Mirabelle politely inquired as she grabbed her duffel bag. Before Aydan could answer, Mr. D's annoyed voice boomed through the pavilion.
"Alright, you miserable brats, settle down already!" The wine god looked to be in a foul mood, though he seemed notably less angry and more tired. Sad, even. Mirabelle knew he was still mourning the loss of his son, Brendon. Brendon had been a kindhearted kid - only about two years younger than Mirabelle. He would always leave a nice little flower arrangement with a sweet handwritten note for her when she was doing cabin inspections. The memory almost made her tear up again, but she managed to keep ahold of her emotions this time. Mr. D was still yammering on, dragging her out of her gloomy thoughts.
"If you're not over here, get your butts to my table and sit down. Let's just get this over with so half of you can leave and get out of my hair. And if you come back without getting rid of all this blasted snow, I'll blast you." He waved a hand absently, halfheartedly glaring at the assembled demigods in the pavilion. "If you're not coming to the meeting - get lost! Go shovel your cabin stairs, or something. I don't care."
Heeding Mr. D's instructions, Mirabelle joined the other demigods at the wine god's table, setting her bags down as she slid onto the bench. As she surveyed the small crowd, Chiron approached the table and stood near the head, next to Mr. D.
"Greetings all," the centaur announced, drawing attention to himself. "We have called this meeting to order to compile what information we have concerning this threat. Ideally, the demigods who choose to venture out on this quest should be well-prepared. That brings me to another point." He regarded the campers with kind eyes. "I would prefer that campers with more experience and training are the ones to take on this great responsibility. However, if any less experienced demigods wish to take up the mantle, I fear I cannot stand in your way. I will strongly advise against any newer campers attending, but I cannot stop you if you choose to set forth." A brief silence fell, punctuated only by quiet murmurs. "Some of you have already heard the prophecy that was given, some have not. I will share it with you now in interest of those leaving on the quest." He took a decisive breath, and began to recite. "The storm broken, ice has shattered
Venture north to summit battered
Few shall freeze among the clouds
Hearts to fall or heads unbowed
Walk the path of tattered youth
Look inside to find the truth
Unravel the hidden maze
Hero’s choice to thaw or raze."
Chiron paused momentarily, waiting for a sudden burst of chatter to die down. "I believe it is pertinent that I share a past prophecy with you," he eventually spoke, his voice grim. "A demigod daughter of Khione received something very alike about six years ago. The storm will break, the ice will shatter. One line, yet one that spelled tragedy for her. I do not know for certain if she is involved. However, I fear it is no coincidence that the line she received bears such similarity to our current prophecy." He exchanged a knowing glance with Mr. D before turning back to the demigods. "I know we have all dealt with our fair share of hardships and grief over the past day," he sighed. "But I remind you that out of every tragedy comes new strength. Now, would anybody like to begin? If you are not attending the quest but have valuable information to share, you may leave after you have said your piece."


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Outside Cabin 11 --> Outside Cabin 3|Tags: Hu & Caspia|Mentions: S'ad's Prank|

Leaving the dining pavilion behind her, Juliet figured she'd go plot some capers near her cabin to pass the time. She also wanted to spend some time with Romeo, perhaps let him out to play in the snow again? He had seemed to really enjoy it the previous day.
She was just starting to near the ramshackle cabin when she spotted something odd out front. Was that a... gryphon? It didn't look like any that she'd seen - the Greek gryphons were smaller and usually black in colour. They reminded Juliet of hyenas a bit. But this one was absolutely terrifying. Red-gold fur, twice the size of a lion. And those feathers... they seemed to possess a fine cutting edge, not unlike daggers. If they were truly as sharp as they looked, Juliet would have loved to get her hands on some. That being said, she might lose a hand if she tried plucking that oversized chicken. Wait - was that a gem it was guarding? Her fingers itched to steal such a sparkly item - judging by the cut, it had to be worth a decent amount of money at the least. Now came the real question - was it worth it to be potentially mauled to death by some giant beast? Huh. Maybe I should run this by Who, just in case. If they were going to get away with stealing it, and ideally, some feathers, then she would need at least one other person to aid in the caper.
Quietly so not to alert the great creature, Juliet snuck back the way she had come. She slowed her pace as she reached the low building of the Poseidon cabin. She stiffened as the salty air wafted past her when she walked up to the entrance, but otherwise showed no sign of her paralysing fear of the ocean. She knocked on the door - shave-and-a-haircut pattern, of course - and waited for a response from within.


|⟡|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion --> Forest|Tags: Open|

As soon as Mr. D had said his first words, Chuck was on his way out of the dining pavilion. The last thing he wanted was to risk the wine god's wrath, especially seeing as he was grieving. Rather than stick around, Chuck figured he should go make himself useful somehow. The conversation he'd had with Bay the night previous ran through his mind - she had mentioned concern for her tree-life. Like, I should probably go see if the dryads like, need any extra help or something. He'd heard that a small amount had gone dormant to protect themselves against the cold, but he figured it would be best to avoid that from happening in the long run. The dryads were an integral part of camp, after all. His mind made up, the satyr strode through the snow towards the forest.


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

"Thank you," Zahra breathed, the relief evident on her features. "Now, where is this Host of Set? I would like to enlist their aid as well if at all possible." Jay's agreement had reignited something within Zahra that had been sputtering in the past few days - the fire of hope. With all the gods united, they would actually stand a chance.

[sammy,]

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𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗 '𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚢' 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗
cabin 13
zeus - counselor
mentioned: auggie
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it was actually rather interesting, the way the world managed to fall away from him. nothing more than stars and tunnels - thoughts that would have been puddles becoming oceans, all for him to swim in. quick images that flashed through his head and span out into sparks. a man he didn't recognise, his face turning away. the rolling hills by his home, the smell of smoke drifting through the twigs of a bush.
it didn't last. it could never last. but it was nice for a moment.

there was something tapping him, and orin's eyes fluttered open, stared up at the annoyed face positioned above him. "hello," he murmured, a little serene smile on his face.
clarity returned rather quickly, accompanied by the vibration of his phone that had somehow managed to stay in his clenched hand. that face belonged to auggie, and she was saying something to him, and he was on the floor, and he was certain he hadn't been on the floor before -
"oh no," orin whispered, the smile disappearing. action stations were manned once more, and he shuffled away, throwing himself rather haphazardly into a sitting position. considered asking what had happened - but that meant confronting it. the blunder of a lifetime.

he wet his lips, blinked the smears out of his eyes, and looked down at the phone.
sky news: uk government backs minister's claims of 'demigod' threat
a short, sharp breath in. "we're gonna pretend that didn't happen," he said briskly. "we were gonna talk to chiron. we're gonna talk to chiron." more carefully this time, he manoeuvred himself into a standing position, using the leg of one of the beds to hoist himself up. "we're gonna tell chiron, and you're never gonna speak a word of what just happened there."

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"training," celeste echoed. "so things like this - they happen a lot?" her hands were full, so she could not perform the flourish of the surroundings that she would have so liked, but she moved her head around fittingly. "or is it just in case?"
if it were so, they seemed a tad unprepared for something they would have been 'training' for for such a long time. a sense of panic, a notable idleness, a general aura of chaos.
she supposed she'd be one of the campers who stayed year-round, unsure of whether or not this was a good thing. there were not many prospects for her at that moment. still, she was sure she could wrangle her way into a perceivably 'normal' life if she so desired. for now, the disorderliness was a comfort. something salvageable in the wreckage.

"you are the head counsellor when mirabelle leaves, aren't you?" she asked. "it is within your power to do so. if you really wanted to." there had been glimpses of a faded, thousand-yard stare as ophelia considered the idea of redesigning the joint, and if it was persuasion that she wanted, then it was persuasion that she was going to get. gentle coaxing into big and grand ideas - that was celeste's forte.

as she spoke, explained the situation that the camp had found itself in, celeste entered, took a quick look around, and set her sights on a made bed. it was pleasant inside - though she tried not to show her look of slight awe. it had been a long time since she had stayed somewhere that existed for the purpose of comfort rather than rudimentary need. "partially immortal? aren't we all partially immortal until we die?" a little smile at the thought. "i met someone earlier. laika. i believe she was a part of that group. we've had..." her words trailed off as she became uncertain of how to phrase their past. "something big is always happening. it just so happens that we are being forced to look at it right now."

she set down her briefcases and knelt to carefully open them, deftly entering the code for the combination lock and clicking the first open. it was filled with a collection of clothes, folded tidily and packed in with one another. it was not much, but she had expected a rather shorter trip than she got. for the second, she pushed the lock to the right before opening to reveal an assortment of items - a hairbrush, various pens, a chess set, a biscuit tin and a variety of buttons and pins that lay atop a small stack of various papers.
for a moment, she admired the second case. it felt like she was saying goodbye to the thing, in an odd way. out of the haze, celeste glanced back up to ophelia. "what do you think it is? a person? an army? a... creature?" she asked. "do you have a plan?"

[FerretMonarch]

quote]|Draco Eqquum-magno|19|Draft Centaur|He/him|Gay|The late Pan|Location: The campfire|Tags:Campfire group|
Draco waited patiently by a tree waiting for Chiron's return with the Lieutenant Laika. He hummed quietly unsure of what to do.[/quote]




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

Niji nodded.
"There's straw and blankets that we can use those aren't technology, so you may like those options better. One of my dads is a florist and always used a couple tires and staw or wood shavings to keep heat in outside plants. If they weren't able to have a tire around them like grapes he would make a little makeshift greenhouse. But I don't know if you'll like the tire or greenhouse ideas since they're kinda technology." Niji told her making sure to give her plenty of options to choose from

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.

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Jay tags zahara

Jay looks around and says “ I think they are in the dining pavilion”

[*Lovel*]

Emerson "Emmie" Tags: Reese Location: Arena》》 Heading for the kitchens

Emerson did her best to keep up with Reese as he tugged her along. She raised an eyebrow when he said he's more like the Hulk. She had only seen the movies a handful of times but she could've sworn Natasha and Banner were romantically involved. Her cheeks turned a crimson color at the sudden realization. She shook her head slightly to pull herself together but tried to pull it off as shaking her head at him.

Emerson eyed him, studying his features. His dark eyes immediately caught her attention considering they were his only dark feature. Her eyes slowly moved up to his hair next, though it was gelled back his golden hair somehow looked soft to the touch still. She finally landed her gaze on his skin tone. He wasn't wrong, his complexion could be compared to paper. She grinned before meeting his chocolate eyes again. "Unnatural like that of a ghost but, if I do remember correctly, the Hulk was green. Maybe we can raid the Aphrodite cabin after ice cream and grab some green body paint. Then you'd really be the Hulk." she said with a chuckle. As they took a step outside she instinctively cuddled into him for more warmth.

Aydan Tags: Mira and Questers Location: Dining Pavilion

Aydan was looking into his empty mug deep in thought until Mirabelle walked up and thanked him. "No problem" he said, he was about to look back into the depths of his mug but an orange bottle caught his eye. He looked to Mira for a quick second before looking to his mug. If she wants to tell him about it she would, best not to pry into something like that right now. "Yes, I have-" before he could finish his sentence a thick man was yelling at them. Aydan narrowed his eyes annoyed by both the interruption and his tone. Aydan begrudgingly got up and walked over the the man's table and took a seat.

Aydan tried his best to listen to Chiron's words but failed and tuned out everything until Chiron mentioned a daughter of Khione. He had a half sibling out there somewhere? He was stuck on this thought until Chiron asked if anyone wanted to start off. May as wellget this over with he thought before raising his hand shakily.

Ash Tags: Sa'd》》Questers Location: Dining Pavilion

Ash nodded at the boys explanation, he raised an eyebrow at Set before chuckling."Interesting relationship nonetheless. " he said. He heard Mr. D's booming voice announce the starting of the meeting. "I'm afraid duty calls. It was nice meetingyou both. Sa'd and Set." he nodded to them both as a farewell before slinging his backpack onto one shoulder.

He made his way over to the meeting and tentatively listened to every word. Some seemed shocked, even nervous, as noise erupted here and there. Ash casted his honey orange gaze around the table. Unlike his fellow campers he wasn't nervous, infact, he was thrilled. To experience a quest outside a video game was an exciting thought. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly as a boy, who didn't seem to be joining the quest, nervously raised his hand. What did he have to be nervous about? He wasn't the one going to risk his life.

[WitchHazel]

|⟡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Aydan, Quest Meeting Group|

Mirabelle listened politely as Chiron spoke, mulling over her own thoughts and dreams she would no doubt be sharing soon. She ran through the prophecy once more in her mind. She had memorised it the day previous, but still - something about those words shook her to the core. 'Few shall freeze among the clouds'... That line in particular was rather concerning. She mulled over the other words, carefully trying to decipher them as Chiron continued talking. She was usually quite adept at analysing poems, and what was a prophecy if not a poem in essence? Some parts seemed blatantly obvious, while others were more slippery. Mes dieux. Thinking about the twisted wording was starting to make her head hurt. Upon reflection, her less-than-clear thought patterns were most likely due to her tumultuous sleep. Still, it was frustrating.
Aydan's raised hand quickly distracted Mirabelle from her musings. He must have information to share, she realised - well, duh, his hand is raised. However, she didn't notice any luggage in his vicinity. Probably for the best, she thought. He was a new camper after all, and comparably untrained and inexperienced. It would be safer for him to stay behind.
Mirabelle watched as Chiron nodded to Aydan, giving him the go-ahead to start speaking.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Outside Cabin 11 --> Outside Cabin 3|Tags: Hu & Caspia|Mentions: S'ad's Prank|

Leaving the dining pavilion behind her, Juliet figured she'd go plot some capers near her cabin to pass the time. She also wanted to spend some time with Romeo, perhaps let him out to play in the snow again? He had seemed to really enjoy it the previous day.
She was just starting to near the ramshackle cabin when she spotted something odd out front. Was that a... gryphon? It didn't look like any that she'd seen - the Greek gryphons were smaller and usually black in colour. They reminded Juliet of hyenas a bit. But this one was absolutely terrifying. Red-gold fur, twice the size of a lion. And those feathers... they seemed to possess a fine cutting edge, not unlike daggers. If they were truly as sharp as they looked, Juliet would have loved to get her hands on some. That being said, she might lose a hand if she tried plucking that oversized chicken. Wait - was that a gem it was guarding? Her fingers itched to steal such a sparkly item - judging by the cut, it had to be worth a decent amount of money at the least. Now came the real question - was it worth it to be potentially mauled to death by some giant beast? Huh. Maybe I should run this by Who, just in case. If they were going to get away with stealing it, and ideally, some feathers, then she would need at least one other person to aid in the caper.
Quietly so not to alert the great creature, Juliet snuck back the way she had come. She slowed her pace as she reached the low building of the Poseidon cabin. She stiffened as the salty air wafted past her when she walked up to the entrance, but otherwise showed no sign of her paralysing fear of the ocean. She knocked on the door - shave-and-a-haircut pattern, of course - and waited for a response from within.

|⟡|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Forest|Tags: Open|

When Chuck reached the woods, he wasn't surprised to see the trees coated in thick snow. The evergreens looked very capable of handling it, with their big sturdy branches and tough needles. The other trees, however, looked worse for wear. Frost had coated their vibrant leaves and icicles hung from their branches. Dryad trees or not, Chuck knew most deciduous trees went into a sort of hibernation during the colder months - they shed their leaves and stood dormant as they waited for spring. In the sudden snowstorm, they hadn't had time to go through their natural processes - they could easily die if the weather kept up. Oh gods, what did the mortals use to keep their younger trees warm in the winter? He was certain he'd heard about it somewhere - like a tree-guard or something. But those were certainly man-made - how could he expect the dryads to trust them? And where would he even find some? He knew straw and mulch could also be used as insulation, but again - where to find it? Any good satyr would know that straw is different than hay - hay from the stables wouldn't be a good substitute. Like, maybe I can ask a Hephaestus dude or something. Or like, a Demeter kid. Hopefully they'll like, have some sorta idea about what to do.


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

"The dining pavilion..." Zahra scratched her head. "That is the large building with the columns, yes?" She had noticed people eating when she had approached Chiron in that area, but she wasn't about to make assumptions. "Perhaps you could lead me there? I do not wish to lose my way." She offered the teenager a warm smile.

[indigo']

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

It didn’t take long for Orin to come back to his senses, she hadn’t expected that it would. She’d had experience passing out from panic attacks when she was younger, it didn’t really happen anymore, but she remembered how long the blacking out part felt when really only a few seconds had passed, and the groggy, dreamlike feeling that came after. She raised an eyebrow at his cloudy expression, not saying anything as she waited for his brain to catch up with what had happened.

Realization came suddenly, and she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips at the sudden horror on his face, though her eyes followed him cautiously as he sat up, worried that he might jump up too quickly again.

There was still a sense of panic building in her chest, weighing her down, amplified slightly by the turn of events, but her worries were momentarily forgotten in a wave of amusement. “You know I can’t do that,” she replied, shaking her head with a venomous little grin. “I think this might be the greatest moment of my life.” She was aware how inappropriately timed her statement was, but that had never stopped her from saying anything that popped into her head before. “The great and mighty son of Zeus, who claimed passing out is far beneath him, just fainted on the floor of the Hades cabin like a scandalized old woman in a church meeting.” She broke into a fit of laughter, the anxiety building up inside her spilling out in the form of hysterical giggles. “This moment will go down in history. I will never let this go.”

She sucked in a breath, containing herself finally as she drew her attention back to the issue at hand. “Alright, alright, let’s go.” She reached for the door, glancing back at Orin with a concerned expression, he seemed to have gotten to his feet well enough but she didn’t want him falling again and cracking his head open. Only because they had enough problems to deal with and she wasn’t keen on carrying him to the Apollo cabin. “You’re good, right?” she asked, trying to cover her worry with a stern look and probably failing. “‘Cause I know your passcode now but I don’t want to have to drag your over to Chiron.”

[Rae'tia]

➸Theodora H. Silverthorn⏵Silent Innocents
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indentationTheodora looked up as Mr. D called the meeting to start, something she hadn't even been paying attention to. But she figured that it wasn't too much of a big deal. After all, after looking around she could tell that there were some campers missing. She glanced back at Mr. D who looked oddly sad. Dora grimaced, well it wasn't odd that he was sad per se. It was just odd to see him sad. Looking back Dora was sure this was the only time she has ever seen him upset like this. Though it seemed that didn't mean that he wasn't as vicious as usual. For a few moments, she debated on what to do, before putting her paintbrush down and standing up to join Mr. D and the others at the wine god table. Having no idea what this meeting was about, but wanting to know and hopefully help, this was the best place she could probably be at this point. Maybe someone would say that she shouldn't be there but, at this point with an unknown amount of campers dead? Well, they were all on thin ice so to speak.
indentationChirons voice reverberated in her chest, and her mind quieted as he spoke somberly. As he recited the prophecy, her mind raced to attempt to decipher it. Dora paled dramatically as Chiron not so stubbly mentioned Vivienne. A person she barely knew, mostly by word of mouth and the few times she saw the older woman before she'd left. There had only been about a two months difference between the time Dora and Marcellus had arrived and the daughter Khione's departure. For a moment her mind blanked. I didn't know much about her. But is she really involved in this? She pursed her lips. Maybe. Maybe not, but the real question is, did she leave anything behind? Theodora glanced around noting Aydan had raised his hand and figured she'd try to speak after him. Her gaze twitched back towards her brother as he left, nodding slightly at the silent message, before turning back to the others.

☘Marcellus D. Silverthorn⏵Keeper of Balance
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◄17｜Male｜Child of Nemesis｜Demisexual Panromantic｜tagged; Valkeri, open ►

indentation Emerald eyes narrowed as Mr. D called a start to the meeting. There was little that Marcellus was willing to do, but being around the annoying wine god was something that he refused to do daily for more than a few minutes. The feeling pretty much extended to the god's children as well, but that was nothing new. There were few people that Marcellus tolerated, and even fewer that he genuinely cared about. Scuffing one black combat boot, and brushing a hand threw his hair, Mark stood. He'd been willing to endure being social for a while just for information when he was saved by Theodora getting up and walking over. He pursed his lips, before chewing on the lower lip, as he thought about his next move. Honestly, Marcellus didn't have much that he needed to do. Glancing over at the table where the others sat, he frowned and sighed. Deciding to stay for a bit, to at least see what the meeting was all about. Information was the power after all.
indentation Marcellus regretted staying the moment he heard the prophecy. Viciously cursing, rather loudly under his breath, the near-adult decided it was time to go. His gaze flickered over to where his sister's bag and supplies laid on a table. Huffing with fond amusement, he walked over and started cleaning up after the younger. Delicately cleaning off the paintbrushes, and putting them back where they belonged. He cleaned off the palette the best he could with what he had, before stuffing it and her paints back into the bag. Gently and as carefully as he could, Mark picked up the still drying painting, before swinging Dora's bag over his back and turning to head out. Before leaving the area he glanced back at the table where his sister now sat, and met her gaze. Eyes flickering to Chiron, Mr. D, and the others there, before back to her portrayed a silent message of Tell me about it later. When he reserved a nod, he flashed a smile before turning and heading out into the snow, trudging in the direction of the cabins.
indentation Marcellus figured that his sister would probably appreciate it if he put her things back where they belonged in the cabin with her half-siblings. He sneered at the thought. Half-siblings. With the way both sets of our parents are, I wouldn't be surprised if we have more than most. To be honest, Mark isn't sure who he blames for the births of all the demi-god children. It probably started with Zeus, and while that may be true for a demi-god, Mark also figured that there were some demi-titans hidden out there as well. Shaking his head, to clear his mind, Marcellus came to a stop outside cabin seven, which obviously belonged to the Apollo kids. Sighing he punched in the passcode that Dora had given him and stepped inside. He stopped abruptly, gaze snapping to the only figure he could see within the walls of the cabin. An eyebrow twitches. "Stone! It's time to get up. We have work to do. Or do you think you're exempt?" He snarled out as he walked over to the bed that his sister had claimed.

[Lucida]

[⚘] Yuno Takashi | Seventeen | Demi-girl | Demeter Child | Location: Outside Dining Pavilion | Tag(s): N/A | Mention(s): Open.
Yuno would nod towards the God in charge of the meeting, understanding his suffering as well as the urgency of the matter at hand. They would take this time to step out, quietly retrieving a notebook from their belt which she promptly flipped open and began to read through. Scanning through the pages till she reached her To Do List for the day, beginning to go through each task and labelling its urgency as they walked along the path. A soft tune would begin to be hummed as they tried their best to ignore the brisk, cold air.

Her list was long with the current situation, as anyone who had more then a brain cell was aware that her mothers cold embrace should've dissipated by now. The longest it lasted was into May and it was now June, two months too many of the cold that was her anguished punishment caused by Hades infatuation towards her sister. Something that she still frowned upon to this day, seeing as her mother had only wished for her daughter to stay with her and that wish was tarnished by greed. She'd shake her head as they realized they got too invested in their thoughts, beginning on their way to the Demeter Cabin to work on the plants she had not yet checked up on this morning.