☂ | Ophelia Rogers | 16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Armoury| tags: Celeste, Aydan |
Ophelia grinned to herself at Celeste's excitement. It wasn't the loud kind with jumping and shouting, but the quiet kind that got to work. She was watching her study the cartridges...or were they magazines? Ophelia had never found much use for learning about firearms, beyond the few times she gotten invited to a kids birthday party with the nerf versions (an overall horrifying experience, with a few bruises involved).
Her thoughts were interrupted, and she turned to Aydan. Blue steel? Oddly specific, but okay. "If they don't, I'm sure you can make some." She said gently, stepping forward to scan the collected pieces for her friend. It was a downright menagerie of anything the mind could think of, crowding eachother so that some weapons were obscured. A particular shield caughy her eye, and she approached it, running her fingers into a place where she could gingerly lift the specimen from between its neighbors. Hmmm, it's no blue steel, but... She held up the thing, which would be a round shield, but for the armour glove within it and all manor of spikes that extended from it. She tilted it, letting the light cascade over it from a few angles. Interesting, she mused, noting that it seemed to be in reasonable repair.
She stuffed a hand into the glove, wincing a little as it pinched at her hand, and tested the weight on her arm. Not quite balanced, but it should be an easy enough fix... I'd need some help with the additions though...
☄ | Agatha "Aggy" Clemson | 15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Stables| tags: Mira, Dahlia, Jamie, Aiden, Skylar
Hmmm, odd name that, Aggy mused, inching her hand slowly up the equine's face as she got braver. The creature leaned into it somewhat, but Aggy found that she didn't mind, even if she couldn't quite predict Spicy's movements. She had big brown eyes framed by thick lashes, and strangely enough, hollows above her eyes. The dips made her skull stick out more, and Aggy absently wondered if she should be concerned about that. No one else seemed to be. She's kind of like a weapon, but I can't hear her thoughts, Aggy mused, letting out a breath and relaxing, her hand never leaving the roan mare.
"No," She admitted to Jamie, her eyes not leaving Spicy. She had never ridden before, but if this was some kind of test, she was going to pass it. She carefully leaned in, sliding her hand down to Spicy's soft neck. She still didn't trust the large head, but her fingers itched to touch more of the soft creature. The mare leaned her head into Aggy for a sniff, and Aggy let her, trying not to stiffen in response. Her attempt was mildly successful, and the nose soon moved on from her.
Mirabelle had pulled out a pegasi, and Aggy turned to watch, keeping a steady hand on her own friend, though she moved it back to Spicy's muzzle. She listened to the blonde's orders, a little sad to release the mare that something in her mind had decided was "hers". It made no sense, but she already felt quite attached to the mare. She let her hand slide away, and took a few steps toward Mira and the pegasi, maintaining a good distance from the creature.
She watched how Mira worked with the equine, talking to it with a soft voice, and offering reassuring pats. It was clear that this was her element, as much as it was not Aggy's.
✁ | Reese Dawson | 17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: Dining pavilion/kitchens---> | tags: Emmie,
He considered Emmie's question a moment. He could not say that either cabin had much advantage over thr other, but he did know he would be answering to Auggie the next time she found him. Yep, that will be no fun for ice cream. "Yours is better. It's no fun eating in the old mortuary." He said with a smile, happy to haul their earnings off to the brighter of the two cabins. They were both overly lavish to be feasting on ice cream straight from the carton in, but whoever designed them clearly did not have teenagers in mind.
♫ | Henry "Hank" Walker | 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: --> Cabin 7 | tags: Mattie (Apollo NPC), open!
Hank shifted the weight of the small girl as to open the door of cabin 7. He sat Mattie down on a recently vacated cot, then made his way to the supply shelf for a bottle of water. He pulled out one for himself too, then made his way over to his own space for a few pens and a pad of paper, the loose leaves he used to send long updates home.
Satisfied, he took his supplies back to the dishelved girl. Mattie looked up from her hands at his approached, confusion clearly written across her face. He sat down next to her, tearing off a few sheets for himself and handing the rest to her with the water bottle. He settled his papers across a knee, instantly regretting not getting himself something hard to write on.
He cleared his throat, awkwardly trying to use his leg as a table. Mattie had taken the water gratefully, but she was eyeing him oddly. Did I forget something? He wondered, before realizing that he had yet to explain. "So, uh, the plan is to write letters to them. I know they won't be gettin' em," oh no, wrong thing to say, shoot! He squirmed helplessly as the tears welled back up in her eyes. "But you just tell them what you wanted to say, or you can ramble some," He finished, trying to keep the wincing internal. These are for the living more than the dead.
