Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[sweet.peaches~]

riley palmer | 16 | she/her | zeus | location: mess hall/zeus table | tags: orin, hank, lucy, kathryn
She had promised herself she wouldn't do anything unless she was ticked off. Unfortunately, it had been rather easy for her to be annoyed. That was definitely an understatement. She told herself that she would apologize to Orin later for disobeying his orders but Riley had simply been so enraged at the audacity of this girl. She was disgusted by her tears. They had to be fake. Otherwise that would be completely against who her brother was. He wasn't a traitor. Just a... 'brown-haired demigod from Ireland.' She remembered that sentence when she was joking around with him. She longed for that conversation. This argument was the completely opposite of what she wanted. "You're being ridiculous," she scoffed at Lucy. She looked at Hank, "Are all the children of Apollo so dramatic? Such good liars? Prove me wrong that you all aren't like this monstrosity," she shook her head.

When Kathryn came into the equation, well it blew her mind that people seemed to believe Lucy. That no-good half-blood, she angrily thought to herself. This is such a phony rumour she probably made up on the spot. He's not hiding anything. I'm not the only one who disagrees with her, right? Riley took a glance at the other campers drinking in the whole drama. They seemed to be drinking in every word that the daughter of Apollo was saying. That made her even more upset. "Kathryn, you can't believe whatever this monster is saying," she directly scowled at Lucy. "Nobody here is a spy. Especially not Orin." She was desperate looking for someone else to support what she was saying, someone else who could confirm her. Riley loved drama but not like this. To her, drama was supposed to be all fun and giggles. Little rumours about whether or not they were rich, had a secret boyfriend, or really anything. Definitely not whatever was happening. Riley hoped nobody could see how frantic she was. Where's Chiron? She'd even ask for the horrid god of wine to help fix this. With a bit of yelling and grapevines, perhaps it'd change her whole perspective of Mr. D. But she was alone. And Orin had her even more worried when he responded.

It was hard to hear him over the other campers' discussion. She stifled the urge to scream 'shut up' and did everything in her power to focus on what he was saying. Riley had hope that she was hearing him wrong at first but one look at Orin and she knew something was incredibly wrong. He was doing so well, sure a little panicked, but it was understandable. Then, her brother couldn't even say what country he was from. Ireland, she wanted to plead him. It was on the top of her tongue, begging to be pushed out. You're from Ireland. Riley couldn't help but watch him struggle. And she didn't do anything. She was... frozen in place, and not because of the cold temperatures. How could he so easily forget where he came from? We talked about it just a few minutes ago. Her heart dropped when he started to get off, pushing away from the lunch tables. Orin tried to run. Someone tried to reach out to him and failed, but hey, it was better than her efforts to help. She had done nothing.

It didn't seem like it was her actual brother who was leaving. Wouldn't he be more stronger? More confident? At least better than not even knowing the name of his country? To Riley, it felt like somebody, maybe a magician or witch, had swooped into her life and thought, 'you know, maybe it'd be a good idea to break her down,' and then proceeded to do so with their magic wand or weird ancient spell. She was incredibly tempted to go after him - her legs seemed to work as she scrambled off the bench - and stared at him disappearing into... well, who knew where? He was no longer in her eyesight. And suddenly all the emotions came bursting right back into her - the rage, the unease, the utter terror - until she could no longer take it. Riley needed someone to blame. She needed someone to lash out at, to take the weight off of her shoulders. It was pretty obvious to who she was gonna snap at. Lucy. Riley screamed, "What the hell was that?" She was now off the table with her finger pointed right at her. She was blind to anything else happening. "What did you do to Orin, you little bastard?" She couldn't fight her desire to- well fight. The little voice that told her, 'this isn't right,' had been clouded by her anger. She instantly struck her with enough force for her to plummet. She hoped she'd fall face down into the snow. Riley didn't even feel guilty for that thought.

[takara]

➹ | 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤" 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
| 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Dining pavilion--> cabin circle | tags: [Izzy], Lucy, Orin, Riley, Kathryn---> [Izzy], Orin

Hank could only stare at Orin, waiting for someone to tell him what on earth was happening, and who this Kingston was that they were all arguing about. Instead, he was granted a tangent about geography of Europe, something he wasn't well versed enough to argue about. He held on to Lucy, trying to hug her to himself to lessen the sobbing, not that it was doing any good. Tears were pouring down her cheeks, accompanied by a painful wavering in her voice. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Luce. He desperately wished that he could ease her hurt.

"I'm from, uh..." Orin trailed off, and Hank broke watch over his charge to look him over. Someone doesn't forget where they're from like that, unless it's- is he trying to jest right now? Hank raised his head to peer at him, green gaze searching for injury in the way he would've when he first saw him, had he not been distracted. It's also a sign of- He looked at Orin's face again, and it hit him. -head trauma. He watched Orin shove off, too stunned to chase him.

He's-he's-he's, gods why now! Hank huffed, his breaths coming in rough and fast. Absently, he pushed Lucy away from him, gently depositing her at arms length. His eyes roved over Orin's retreating form, the way he pulled from Felix when he tried to stop him. Anger flared in him when his brother let Orin go. What the hell Felix, what the hell?

Riley was yelling at him, telling him to prove himself like this was a sick contest. He had other plans. Lucy was sad, but she wasn't currently dying...hopefully. And if she was, she'd be surrounded by people who could help. Orin on the other hand...

Hank plunged after him, keeping his distance. It was times like these that his hunting training made him feel more like a demigod than the blood running through his veins ever could. His feet were light on the snow covered ground, Izzy just as quiet by his side. But even running like wounded animal, Orin was more powerful than Hank could ever hope to be. But a hint of magic couldn't hurt. He paused, letting Orin gain a lead on him. Focusing on the light hitting him, convincing the little bits to move around him, to conceal him better than any camoflage ever would. With that settled, he continued his pursuit, frowning to catch his charge stumbling roughly through the cabin circle. But he couldn't do anything, not like this. Not with Orin in pain and lashing out blindly at anyone who came near. Gods, gods, why can't I think. He shifted his weight, waiting on the inevitable.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: felix, auggie. ivi outside.

he got out into a clearing. barely recognised it, wasn't quite sure where he was meant to be going - his cabin, yes, that was the ticket, but he wasn't quite sure where that was, exactly. a question raising in his head. he knew what was going on. not that he wanted to believe it, not at all - but there was something rather off about all of this. footsteps. he turned -
"orin,"
"number," he wheezed. "tell me, felix. tell me now. tell me."
"you need to calm down, orin,"
"tell me!" a wind whipped up. there were footsteps coming. someone touched him, jumped back, a voice he recognised, but he couldn't quite place it. he couldn't look, just stared at the golden-haired man.
"ninety-nine," came the response, and felix looked too okay with all of this.
"no," orin's breath caught. "no, no, no, no, no! not like this! i'm not dying yet! not now! fix this, felix! fix it!"
"i can't," he sounded sapped of strength. big whoop.
"what's the bastard point of you, then?! what exactly are you here for? you wanna watch the son of zeus fall to his own head, is that it? get everyone in here! we can make it a party! where's leo? he can have another swing! can’t do any harm now! show’s over! it’s the gods-damned curtain call!" he roared.
"orin, please. calm down, please," felix was looking anxiously between him and someone else, but he couldn't turn. his neck was stiff.
"oh, why should i do that? where's the fun in that? i don’t get to go out on my own terms. i don’t even get to die to a - to a damn monster. i’m not gonna stay calm. if it’s gonna be stress that kills me, i'm gonna rage my way into the depths of oblivion!"
"please don't,"
"why? give me one good bloody reason why. one good reason why i shouldn't keep screaming. why i shouldn’t blast this whole stupid camp with me!" his voice was shuddering, vision black at the edges. a low rumble from the sky - was that him or his father? he didn't really know. the lights inside of the cabins flared, the windows flickering with dimming and brightening light.
"turn around, orin. would you just look?" felix was looking at the other person again, and orin turned, having to move his whole body to do it, and when his eyes landed on -
"auggie," he breathed. the anger, the fury left. he felt felix come closer, grab at his arm, holding him up. "no, you shouldn't be here. auggie, you should go. you should go, please - please go. please, please don't stay. please don't." throat tight, begging. he didn't want her to see it. "go. please - please go." a rough noise from his throat as the writhing became fireworks. "felix, my head."
"i know,"
"how long?" he asked, knees like jelly underneath him. he looked between auggie and felix, their faces blurring together - purple and gold. royal colours, he supposed. but he had a question. "how long have you known?"
felix seemed to glance anxiously toward auggie before he answered. "as soon as i saw you. when you tried to hide in the stables. i couldn't -" a shrug, a shake of the head. his voice sounded thick. "i didn't know what'd do it."
"you said ninety-nine. where's the 'one'?" he knew where that was, in his heart. it was the chance his dad did something. he didn't want to hear it. bleary vision drifted to purple. "auggie, please don't stay. i don't want you to - please, please don't."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: ash, quest group.
ivi big house ruins

"don't have to be a child of aphrodite to style your hair, do you?" a little bit of wax went a long way, though he was running out of it. a mental note to get something from a shop while they were out. out there, in the real world. he glanced back down at the hoodie when the apology came. "it's fine. it's not mine." teilo hadn't meant to say it, hadn't meant to let that slip, but it came anyway, water over pebbles.

he understood ash's plight. he had the voice of his friend in his head telling him that he was meant to do something, to fight a better fight than the one being fought in the back end of gwernogle, but it was difficult to believe. they had had their destinies painted for them. they weren't chosen by any stretch of the imagination. the images of the mountain, the cold, dreamt and nearly forgotten about. he wondered if he could have simply ignored them. if he hadn't listened to aiden at the lake, then there was a chance he'd still be in his cabin, watching everyone go. but he had, and he'd taken it to heart, and a bit of him was glad. felt like there was something profoundly other pulling him outside of camp. the fob watch in his pocket felt like it was burning a hole in the fabric. "i don't know if it's so much 'big bad boss' as grieving teenager," he said, recalling what was said about vivienne. "but maybe there's more. feels like there's more."

"so you've never been on one of these before?" it seemed that despite how green he was to this whole scenario, there were others in the same boat. none of them were really prepared, he didn't think. "don't know how you've gone so far without a drive. i'm not being funny, but i wouldn't survive on the back of heinz for longer than an hour." ever-so-slightly uncomfortable, to put it lightly.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head counsellor|outside|tags: Orin, Felix

He didn’t react to her at first and she could feel it growing, the burning of panic in the pit of her stomach, the growling, writhing beast that spoke of impending doom. But it was real this time. Confirmed by the number Felix said—a little more calmly than the situation really called for. She felt her heart drop into her feet, standing frozen to the spot, unable to move or speak or breathe. Then came Orin’s response like a knife to the chest. This wasn’t the same as the way he’d been yelling earlier, she could tell it had been a front both times but this was different, fueled by an animalistic sense of panic, the realization of mortality rearing its head in the form of anger.

Felix kept looking at her. She couldn’t meet his gaze. She couldn’t look at anything. The buzzing sound in her head was growing, the cold feeling in her hands that her gloves couldn’t protect against, the beating of her heart against her rib cage. Orin finally turned around and the anger was gone from his gaze. She wished it wasn’t. It would’ve been easier if it wasn’t. She shook her head, gritting her teeth in an attempt to stop the burning in her throat, the prickling at her eyes. “No,” she replied simply, voice low and determined, trying not to let the sound of his desperate pleading get to her. Felix’s powers couldn’t be accurate one hundred percent of the time. He had to make mistakes sometimes.

Her gaze finally went to the son of Apollo, mouth opening and closing once in an attempt to speak, an attempt to comprehend exactly what he was saying. “You knew?” The conversation from earlier was coming back clearer now, as clear as it could with the state her mind was in, the pieces beginning to fall into place, the repeated question and the refusal to answer that she hadn’t quite understood at the time.“You knew and you just—“ It wasn’t the time to be getting mad at Felix for what he did or didn’t do. “You have to do something. You can do something. Felix, please.” Her gaze went back to Orin and she shook her head, any traces that may have indicated the coming of tears were gone, a set look on her face. Whatever he thought he didn’t want her to witness, whatever he thought was going to happen, it wasn’t. She wouldn’t let it.“I’m not going anywhere.”

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Big House Ruins|Tags: Quest Group; Laurel|

"Just don't forget that if no one else has your back, I will. Always."
The tight fist of emotion closed around Mirabelle's heart; squeezing the tender organ in its grasp. She wasn't sure if it was guilt she was feeling, gratitude, or even a mixture of the two. "I - thank you." She returned Aiden's smile, though hers was close-lipped. Convincing as it was, the muscles of her face felt strained. He won't be so keen to support you once he finds out what you've done. Anxiety rearing its ugly head again. But that didn't make the statement any less true in her eyes.
Teilo and Ash had joined them; their banter providing a welcome distraction from her thoughts. She nodded at Aiden's confirmation that it was just Karter they were waiting for. Right. Keep yourself together, Mirabelle. It won't do to have them treating you like a fragile little flower. So quit acting like one. She gritted her teeth as she turned towards Firefly, mentally preparing herself to mount the pegasus.
The mare snorted nervously and pawed at the snow-covered ground. Her ears swiveled this way and that as she eyed the growing group of demigods warily. Mirabelle reached out a gentle hand to stroke Firefly's face, whispering softly to the pegasus in order to put her at ease. Though still cautious of the other campers, the dapple grey's muscles started to lose their tension. Mirabelle wished the same could be said for herself.
In one swift, graceful action, the willowy blonde heaved herself up onto the equine's back. The familiar feel of a saddle beneath her was a small comfort, not to mention the warmth seeping through her clothes from Firefly's large body.
"Right. So we're just waiting for Karter, and then... we leave." She wasn't sure who she was talking to, necessarily. Despite her best efforts, reluctance seeped through into her tone. You're doing the right thing, she had to remind herself. If you stayed here, you'd only go mad with worry over the members of the quest. Besides, this is the best way to protect everyone. You know that. Shifting gears, she eased Firefly a little closer to Thunder and Bolt. Why Laurel was bringing both pegasi was a mystery to her, though she didn't voice it. Instead, she turned to the daughter of Zeus with a pleasant expression.
"Laurel, you'll have to lead the way for now; you're the only one who actually knows where we're going." Mirabelle wasn't sure how she felt being led by someone so headstrong and occasionally reckless, but she didn't have a choice at this point. After they reached Laurel's aunt's house, the daughter of Aphrodite would be able to take more of an authoritative role. She knew where they needed to go, after all, and had already promised to be navigator for Teilo as he drove. She certainly wouldn't call herself the leader. No, that wasn't her, despite her many leadership qualities. But a quest didn't necessarily need a leader - just someone to facilitate discussion and make sure everyone was willing to work together. Conflict between questers could get them all killed. She had learned that the hard way.

|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Dining Pavilion; Hermes Table|Tags: Vittorio|

Juliet took another bite of her meat platter as the new guy spoke, not even bothering to swallow before she started to respond. "Yeah, no, this is not normal. Somebody should probably do something." The casual way she phrased her statement indicated that the 'somebody' was not going to be her. A cursory glance around told her that Mr. D and Chiron were nowhere to be seen. Even if she had wanted to take action, finding them was too much effort. "When Cass shows up she'll probably get involved," she supplied, ripping off a strip of chicken with her teeth. "Where are the Head Counselors when we need 'em?" They seemed to always show up whenever Juliet was getting herself into trouble. So where were they now, when they could actually be useful? Even the interims would do. "You know, if they weren't being so loud this would be fun to watch. Oy!" The exclamation came when Riley's fist connected with Lucy's face. "That's gotta hurt." A few of her fellow cabinmates had started to chant, swiftly joined by what sounded like the entire Ares cabin. Juliet herself couldn't resist adding to the chaos. She pumped her fist in the air, all thoughts of ignoring the argument withering in the sight of such a spectacle. "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"


|☽|Kathryn Blackwood|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Lucy, Riley|

Kathryn barely even noticed Hank's presence until Riley was speaking to him. Ugh. Even his blasted dog was there. But what did she expect? Still, at least Izzy was well-behaved for a mangy canine. It didn't matter anyway; Hank was taking off after Orin like a bat out of hell.
Riley's voice cut through the din like a sharp knife through butter. She was addressing Kathryn now, it seemed. A shame, really. Kathryn quite enjoyed Riley's company. But if Riley was going up against Lucy... well, that posed a problem for her.
"Lucy's no monster!" Kathryn gasped, pressing a hand to her chest in a dramatic semblance of shock. "She would never harm one hair on Orin's head!" She knew most people viewed Lucy as a kind, sweet person - that would play well to their advantage in this situation. "How do we know there aren't spies in our midst?" she shot back, careful to keep her voice soft as a frightened rabbit. "Khione is a master manipulator, after all. Haven't you heard about her role in the Second Giant War?" It was enough to plant seeds of doubt in most people, that was for sure. But Riley wasn't most people. She was stubborn and tenacious; not to mention that Orin was her cabinmate. Kathryn would just have to use a more logical approach in getting those seeds to sprout. "Would someone who isn't guilty run away with his tail between his legs?" She batted her eyelashes innocently, as if her words hadn't been loaded with hidden poison.
When Riley fully rounded on Lucy, Kathryn's feigned anxiety became real. Oh my - she's really going to hurt her, isn't she? Her answer came soon enough as a fist swung at Lucy's face. Whoa. She needed to move, now. Drama was one thing, but getting in a full-on fistfight? That was not on her to-do list, to say the least. The daughter of Hecate took a step back, slowly removing herself from the thick of the combat. Still, there was one more thing she could do. Plastering a look of absolute terror across her features, she let loose a banshee-esque shriek. "Oh my gods! Riley's attacking Lucy! Someone, quick, go find Chiron!"


|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Delilah|

The shouting cut through Chuck's sweet, sweet tunes, much to his dismay. Okay, man, like, that's enough. Chuck pressed the pause button on the walkman, slipping it inside his jacket pocket. As he nibbled on the edge of his plate, he hung the headphones around his neck. His wide green eyes darted to where Mr. D had been standing at the beginning of lunch, but the wine god was nowhere to be seen. Like, must've split before things got gnarly. Typical Mr. D; pretending not to see the campers' drama so he didn't have to deal with it. Either that or he had gone to get Chiron, wherever the centaur had gotten off to.
The thwack of fist hitting flesh sent Chuck's head swiveling towards the argument, which had evidently devolved into a full-on fistfight. "Like, oh no, oh no no no, uh - come on, Chuck, what would Mira do?" He tried to envision his responsible best friend in this situation. She would take charge, no doubt - send someone to find Chiron, and try to resolve the conflict herself. Perhaps even resort to charmspeak if she needed to. But like, I can't do that... uh - like, yeah! I'll go get Chiron. Uh... wherever he is.
In Chuck's haste to escape the mounting chaos, he nearly barreled right into Delilah as he scampered out of the dining pavilion. "Oh - uh - like - sorry! I uh, didn't mean to like, bump into you. Just sorta happened with all the buzz and everything you know? Totally gnarly, man." Dude, you're totally rambling again. Like, wrap it up and get to the point. "Like - uh - you seen Chiron? We gotta do something to stop them, man." He gestured in the general direction of the conflict, looking every bit as uncomfortable as he felt.


|⊙|Zahra Al-Amin|217/Looks 32|She/They|Magician; Eye of Sekhmet|Location: Cabin 8|Tags: Laika|

"No need to knock, just come in."
Zahra carefully opened the door, slipping inside so not to let the cold air penetrate the room. Just because she couldn't feel the cold much themself didn't mean the woman sitting before her wouldn't get chilled. "I apologise for the intrusion," the magician stated softly. If they didn't know any better, she would have thought the woman was studying for an exam or a paper. Notes littered the desk she was sitting at, piled in organised stacks beside her.
Zahra didn't have to be an expert in perception to notice the scar curling from the woman's left ear down her neck. The same scar the pale lioness wore. It should have been more surprising to find that the lioness was in fact a woman as well, but Zahra couldn't say they hadn't suspected it. Magic or no, Lions weren't native to the United States. It would have been rather odd to see one who was not a mythological creature, animal charmer, or exotic pet of some sort.
"I was hoping we could have talk about goings-on." The English was a little clumsy on her part, she had to admit. They hoped it got her point across well enough. "Perhaps share information with one another." It was a stretch, Zahra knew. Asking this sharp figure to trust them in that manner. Still, she was beginning to grow desperate. I cannot leave my Nome - the gods - my family for much longer on their own against the Ogdoad.

[tawneypelt0504]

Cassandra Peters|19|Hermes|Head Counselor|Demi-bisexual|Loc:Woods--->Outside Dining Pavilion---|Tags/Mentions:Edgar,Auggie,Dining pavilion peeps,Mr.D,open
"Ok cool, see you around" Cass responded with a smile of her own before heading off. Edgar returning once more to her shoulder with a happy little croak giving Cass' ear an affectionate nibble before flying off perhaps to the Hermes table. As Cass made her way to the dining pavilion she noticed a rather large commotion going on curious she stopped and began to observe what was going on but a yelling of "FIght Fight fight" soon told her what was happening as well as a couple panicked yells one coming from Kathryn saying that Riley was attacking Lucy. After hearing this Cass let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose "Just one normal day one that's all I ask" Cass muttered to herself before setting out at a jog to find Mr.D and Chiron. She would have stepped in herself but she really didn't want to get punched or worse so "We are having a responsible adult deal with this" Cass muttered as she stalked through the snow feeling quite done with everything that was going on and was getting into quite the mood. Cass burst opens the Dionysus cabin door seeing only Mr. D with an expression of tired grumpiness upon his face sitting at a table with a can of diet coke next to him "Goodness Cassidy do we not know how to knock before entering" The god lazily responded to her sudden appearance "Where's ChrionCass asked ignoring being called the wrong name. She had been going camp long enough to know no matter how many times she corrected Mr.D that her name was not going to be said. "Out" Dionysus responded taking a sip from the Coke can "Had to get more Drachmas for Iris messaging". Cass let out a long tired sigh although Mr.D was not her first choice he at the very least could do something "Well is you wouldn't mind getting up and doing your job for once there happens to be a fight going on at the dining pavilion" Cass said through gritted teeth trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. Mr.D paused "I don't appreciate that tone Cassandra" Mr.D responded threateningly "And I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate dealing with the Hermes cabin once I'm a dolphin or have gone completely insane" Cass commented this time not hiding her annoyance before turning on her heel and heading out not wanting to waste any more time in dealing with the old wine god. "*sigh* I suppose I can't let any more of you brats die" Mr.D said while getting up out of the chair and following Cass out the door. Cass let out a small sigh of relief seeing Mr.D overtake her while he headed to the dining pavilion "Go get Chrion" The god called over his shoulder pointing in the direction he had gone "I assume that one or more of you annoyances will have gotten the snot beat out of them" he added grumpily. Cass wasted no time at all before heading in the direction Mr. D pointed to hoping to find Chiron before things got worse.

Jack Morrison|18|Demeter|Pansexual|Loc:Dining Pavilion|Tags/mentions:Hank,Relia,Open
"Your welcome" Jack responded brightly glad that he could help Relia. "yeah" Jack responded looking around at the snow "But hey the snow covering everything looks beautiful". Jack always tried to look on the bright side and although things were pretty bad right now that didn't mean there weren't good things. Since Jack wasn't a year-round camper he never really got the chance to experience camp during the snow so at least now he could. Ooh maybe make a snowman with a couple of his friends. Jack was sure that would probably help lighten the mood, he certainly had plenty of hats and scarfs to decorate it with. "yeah I said bye to everyone I needed to " Jack replied although he had only said goodbye to Mira. He didn't want to hold everyone else up since they should probably get going. jack turned slightly when he felt a tap on his shoulder "Thanks Hank" Jack beamed appreciatively before turning back to Relia who looked rather sad. "hey" Jack said gently placing his hand on her shoulder "There's a lot of skilled people going on the quest and I'm sure that they'll be able to defeat Khione" he continued giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile and her shoulder a gentle squeeze. Even though this situation seemed rather hopeless he didn't want to wallow in doubt there were a lot of things that he didn't know but staying hopeful was something he was good at and he was determined to stay positive and help everyone through this tough time.

[takara]

➹ | 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤" 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
| 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: outside | tags: [Izzy], Auggie, Orin, Felix

Hank scanned the snowy landscape for a blur of color. Building his photokinesis shield had taken too much time. He huffed and trod faster, following the trail Orin had so kindly left. What he spotted was two more people than then had been expecting. Auggie, the punk rock girl and...Felix? That- The choice words Hank had for him didn't matter, Orin was bellowing at him, his eyes wild.

Die? Felix knew? Something was clawing at Hank's chest, rushing to burst out. His invisibility shield dropped, and he let the rush flow down into his legs, take him tearing toward them. Felix, he's a healer...and he knew...dammit, if all these powers can't save eachother, then what under the gods do we have them for! The purple haired girl covered his questions, the burning why behind it all.

"Felix," He hissed, coming to a stop beside his tow-headed brother. He wondered what it would be like to redecorate his face. But Orin's last moments shouldn't be stained in someone else's blood. He swallowed an insult and turned to Orin, now barely holding up. His own hands were shaking, he noticed as he offered them to the son of Zeus.

When his voice came out, it was gentle, his anger sealed up for a later date. "Do you, er, want anything? Felix here can help," and do his gods damned job "And Auggie's gonna keep you safe, so I-I can...anything, I'm fast, I can do it." He bit down on his lip to stop his rambling, stop wasting time they didn't have.

☘ | 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣 "𝕁𝕖𝕟" ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕
| 16 | She/they | Demeter/Cabin 4 | Location: ---> Dining Pavilion | tags: Ai | mentions:

Jen frowned at the 'miss'. "Just Ryan is more than okay, the Miss is," not always there "inconsequential. I actually prefer to cut the formality."

Still, they considered Ai's words. Midgard, Loki, explains the overexuberance. "Norse Demigod, interesting. I'll meet you up there in a bit then, alright?" She pointed toward the dining pavilion, a few stray campers serving as beacons to the food, just in case the scents perfuming the air were not enough. They smiled indulgently at the strange demigod, waiting on a confirmation before continuing their assent.

[sammy,]

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x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: felix, auggie. ivi outside.

auggie wouldn't leave.
she refused, point blank, and that was a kick in the chest, because the last person that he wanted to see this was her. he shouldn't have said anything. should have let her walk away in the forest clearing and believe that he was as twisted and rotten at the core that lucy would have had the rest of the camp believe, because the worst bit about all of it was knowing that there was nothing that he could do now. nothing that he could take back. she spoke to felix with such virulence, vitriol bitten back behind calm tones - were those for his benefit or hers? all smeared and messy, faded at the corners, like he was looking too closely at an old photograph, like all of the ink had blended together to make a blurry scene of what should have been a memory.

"yes," felix answered, and at least orin could hear the creature that had crawled into his throat, clucking underneath. this wasn't his friend, this wasn't the person he knew, this was the man who had taken on the role of his doctor when he hadn't asked for it, and that made orin upset. he wanted the man to be angry, wanted him to be trying something, but he wasn't. he'd resigned himself to failure. what did that give him? he leant vaguely against a shoulder offered to him, an arm wrapped against the cold. good thing, because his knees were wobbling and he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand in the snow for. "i can't. it's blood, auggie. it's just blood. i don't have the training, i don't have the qualifications, i can't drain it. i can just... delay it."
that was something - there was the question that he had been meaning to ask, back in his head again, thumping at the walls of his skull. "i'm still awake," he said, because every other time, the confusion had been followed by a fit, or so he could recall.
"the water i gave you. the codeine, it wasn't just codeine. antiemetics. anticonvulsants. i thought it would happen in there. i was prepared for it to happen in there," in the apollo cabin. and when it hadn't, he'd let them go. it made sense. it hurt a little more than orin supposed was intended. "i'm sorry."

rustling, and then a flask offered to orin, which he drank from like it was - well, it was nectar, and he supposed it was to kill the pain, to do something or another. "there's nothing i can do,"
the shock had passed. the anger and the rage had left the moment that auggie arrived, because he didn't want to scare her, didn't want her to think that he hadn't been ready, that he was scared, even though he was. he was very scared. "i'm cold," he murmured. "i'm really cold." that was reasonable. snow was still falling. he wasn't dressed for the weather. there were some things he could put aside as mundane facts, and maybe a bit of him wanted to stay in the cold, pretend that the tremor that was overtaking his body was down to temperature and nothing else. couldn't be frightened in front of anyone but felix. couldn't be angry, because this was how it was always going to go.
and he had been okay with that, but then the purple one - auggie, he reminded himself, because if there was anything that he felt like he had to remember, then it was that - had arrived, and fears that had been otherwise lost to time had reared their head again.

someone else in the mess, someone who was also all yellow and golden, the voice pulling a name from somewhere. "hank," he tried a smile, wasn't sure how it would look. "no, no. i'm alright. we're all alright. everything's alright, and - actually, i didn't get any lunch, you know, 'cause of the... thing..." his voice sounded too loud in his own head, but the nectar was doing a job of at least dulling the pain. "you know, the thing. you were there, right? and i didn't get a pain au chocolat, and i really wanted - i really wanted... a pain au chocolat, so if you could get me a pain au chocolat, then i'd really appreciate that. i really would. i really - thank you. thank you for offering. weird little... situation we've found ourselves in here, isn't it? weather's..." he cleared his throat, thick with suppressed bile.
"should probably get him to his cabin," felix grumbled. he wasn't sure why, because orin thought he had done a pretty good job of hiding what was going on. maybe he was just cold.

[*Lovel*]

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Nathaniel
Location: Strawberry fields

Emerson chuckled "mortals, can't do a lot can they?" She said thinking about her mom probably sitting in bed burning a hole into some wall. Her cheeks burned as he gave her the compliment that reminded her of her conversation with Orin. She'd have to talk to Orin later, see if his condition had gotten any better.

She tapped her chin thinking on the topic once more. "Well their favorite song is Riptide right? I could just sing a different song to the losing flowers." Her last attempt to make him and the flowers happy. She heard the lunch horn just as he had, she looked at Nathaniel. Was he hungry? Maybe they could go get food before going to the fields. He seemed to agree to go but half heartedly so she stopped them in their tracks. "We can go get food before going to the fields if you want." She said giving his hand a reassuring squeeze so he knew she didn't mind.

"Yeah..." She trailed off thinking about the quest, the Big House, and the venti attack. She had wished this was all a bad dream throughout the day. She knew she wouldn't be the best person to help with this situation. She had the skill sure, but the background of questing especially enough background for this.... she didn't have it. All the years she's been there and she hadn't gone on a single quest. Her attention was brought back to Nathaniel as he asked how she was doing, she accidentally let a dry laugh slip. "As good as I can be. Today's and yesterday's events have been interesting to say the least." Did he ask about dreams just now? "Er no, none that were too pressing." She said wondering why he'd be asking.

『❀ ♡』Aurelia "Relia" Lennox『❀ ♡』

Daughter of Aphrodite ♥ Cabin 10 ♥ 16 ♥ Bisexual

Tags: Jack
Location: Stables

He gave her a bright smile that could battle the sun, she didn't know what to say in fear of whatever it was would come out stupid. She looked at the snow around him, he was right, the snow looked beautiful. It glittered from the sun light reminding her of Christmas. "The happiest time of year"She whispered, stuck in her thoughts of happy times. She looked to Jack finally when Hank showed up.

Hank left as fast as he had gotten there, not that she minded. She didn't need witnesses to her stumbling on her words in front of Jack. She followed Jack's hand as if it was going slow motion to her shoulder. Her cheeks grew aflame once more as he made the connection. She looked quickly away to prevent him from seeing "Khione must be strong if she can make idle snow in June... or strong allies. Hopefully Tyche is on our side, the questers are strong. I just hope strong enough is all." She said. Then the squeeze came and she looked to him giving him her best smile. "Wanna go on a picnic?" She suggested. She needed something spontaneously happy to put her in a good headspace again and what better than a picnic?

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Ophelia and Celeste
Location: Lake

Aydan felt the jolt in surprise from Ophelia at his touch. Where his hands too cold? Was this a mistake? Before he could react upon these thoughts he felt her little hand gently squeeze his in what he believed was reassurance. He suddenly realized his other was still empty, he turned half his body to look at Celeste. To interrupt, interrupt what? Before he could rummage through all the possibilities of what she could be referring to Celeste had run off and Ophelia jerked her hand out of his.

He noticed the lack of eye contact as she messed with her necklace. Did he embarrass her somehow? Did he make it awkward between them by holding her hand? How stupid could he be. He was in midst of chastising himself when she cleared her throat. Hungry? He hadn't even thought about food yet or realized the lunch bell had already went off. "Honestly I haven't even thought about it, if you want I could join. If not I can stay here." He said leaving it up to her to decide if she wants to stay around him or not.

[Kveykva]

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[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Hank, Orin, Riley, Kathryn
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

Orin's tone oozed indignation. He's walking right into it. The son of Zeus had a knack for putting on an act whenever it best suited him, and doing so now only supported her accusations. He began deflecting, claiming there was no way, no rhyme or reason as to why he'd ever spill a secret to an English politician, considering he was from Ireland. Lucy finished the thought, but it seemed Orin derailed before he reached that point. What is he doing? He couldn't be playing dumb. Everyone in camp knew Orin was Irish; if not from his constant reminders, then from his accent.

He bolted. "Do you need more proof than that?" She turned puffy eyes towards Riley, who was visibly fuming. Hank left after Orin, presumably to catch the traitor in their midst. That left herself and Riley, with Kathryn egging it on from the sidelines. Leo was starkly missing however, so she planned to keep things civil for now. "What did I do?" Her eyes widened in disbelief. "I called him out for the traitor he is! Just because he's your brother doesn't mean he didn't lie to you. You aren't real family to him—" Riley's fist punctuated the end of her thought, and it was hard enough to knock the feathery daughter of Apollo off her feet. Her head hit the marble of the dining hall, and for a moment she could discern the difference between the blue of the sky and the blue of the tarp pulled over the pavilion. The taste of blood brought her back around, and she felt a hot liquid seeping into her lips. This time, it wasn't crocodile tears. Lucy sat up and wiped her nose, her hand recoiling as pain rippled through her skull. She broke my nose. Her feigned fear transformed into anger as she rose to her feet, fists balled, yet from the outside it looked as though she'd start crying again.

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[✦] | Oracle of Delphi | 23 | Male | ➡ Cave of the Oracle | Tags: Anastasia, Celeste
❝ 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠❞

"Oh, so—" Cain didn't get much of the thought out, before he realized it she passed into the warmth of the cavern. She did close the curtains behind her, at least, so he couldn't really be upset. He realized she was older; older than most of Camp Half-Blood's usual crowd, at the very least. Is she a demigod? Nothing peculiar stuck out about her, no wings, hooves, or branches he'd grown accustomed to spotting among the mythological camp staff. Unless she had some talons hiding in her shoes, she was human. Half-human. He opened his mouth to ask for an introduction, but she was quicker on the draw. Instead, he introduced himself. "You're cute." The words leaving his lips weren't the ones he was thinking, or intending, to say. "—Cain! My name, i-it's Cain." He attempted to salvage the introduction, but Celeste's handshake was all but missed by the oracle. His attention was elsewhere, vision of repeating images dancing like sugar plums; fitting, for their premature Christmas weather. Nothing new however, so Cain started tidying his workspace, closing paints and dropping brushes into a cup of warm water. "I was busy," he answered, debating whether or not to add that he wasn't hungry for further explanation. He glanced briefly at Anastasia. "You should go now so you don't miss out." It came out sounding rude, which wasn't the intent. "If—If you're hungry." He corrected. "There's not much to see out here, I'm just… doing my job, out here." It felt weird calling it a job, as if he had more purpose than sitting around waiting for a spirit to overtake his vocal cords in Apollo's name. Or something, he didn't entirely understand it. "Are those... teeth?" he looked up from cleaning his brushes. "Oh, yeah." He said. "I've been seeing that one a lot, but I don't know what it means."

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[✦] | Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Mansion of Night | Tags: Eris
❝ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ❞

The horseman bit the inside of his cheek, muting any unprofessional remarks he may coin in response. He wasn't that tall, he just barely met the threshold for league level sports. "I just look long," Death murmured faintly, miffed. He didn't get much else from Eris, and based on this first impression of his aunt face to face, he realized now why his father never introduced them. Lackluster came to mind; he kept the thought to himself. As personalities went, Nicholas considered himself on the more vibrant end of the spectrum. It complemented his extroverted personality and helped combat stage fright in his younger years, but center stage grew to be his preference. Eris didn't feel exactly opposite, but she seemed to prefer her role of puppeteer. To each their own, I guess. The comment of "competent" caused the death god to cringe inwardly. "Naturally, not that you'd be able to help me anyway—" he bit his tongue. There it is. Nicholas narrowly avoided dropping a reflexive curse into the mix, trying to keep a bit of his dignity in the presence of another god. "The Doors of Death don't answer to unimportant gods—gods they deem unimportant." Fumbled. He watched it fall apart in front of him. "Piss." There it was. "I don't—I mean no offense, of course… Ah hell, I really botched this." There were more curses to follow.

"Let's start over. Sound good? Good." He freed his hands from their pockets and spread them, pausing for a moment. "Topside. Fragile. I'll agree with you on that one." His hands followed the motions; a horizontal hand brought to chest level, then turned and met with his other, where both then formed fists and snapped an invisible rod. He freed his index fingers and tapped his head, ending the string of movement with a point to Eris. "I don't have much to say that you wouldn't know already. Your domain is," he spread his arms apart. "far larger than mine, so if you have nothing to say about yourself, I'd like to know what your whispers say about me." The fluid motion of his hands seemed to slow his thoughts down, which kept the tongue biting to a minimum. A necessary evil, he supposed. Nicholas knew his destiny, considering he'd lived through the biggest chunk of it (he hoped), but he never knew what it looked like when viewed from the outside. Perhaps Eris could give him a new perspective on his purpose, in all aspects.