Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[sammy,]

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

he didn't quite remember how to make the rasputini. he knew he'd said something about it, that there was something in it that made it - no. gone. something about his friend, whose name came to his head, the wrong name, but his name, and a weight landed on his chest. he hadn't even thought about his family. they would be back from the funeral by now. they would be weeping over his grandmother, who felt so far away and yet closer than ever, and they would be faced with the news of his death.
he wasn't supposed to be thinking about his perishment in absolutes, but it felt certain, a wave over his mind. this was something that was happening, whether he liked it or not, so best to get on with it. auggie's presence made that difficult. he didn't want to leave her yet.

watching the blur of yellow drift across the cabin, talking in chattered syllables - there was something beneath it all. orin could feel it. felt like he was watching a television show, one that he desperately wanted to turn off, because it was too bright, too loud, and the acting was too forced, but it was on every channel. no matter how many times he flicked through the listings, felix was still there, crinkling wrappers, pouring water, pulling teeth for a saviour.
this hadn't been what he had wanted.

he had been trying to change the programme when auggie spoke, face impeding on the rest of the smeared landscape in front of him. "i hate this show," he grumbled, then caught himself, reality returning for just a moment. "just a catnap. a little one. i'm alright. s'alright." she kept saying things, while the room rattled and churned, and every time it felt worse. "i don't want to." didn't want to leave, didn't really want to stay, not like this, for it would always loop back to moments like these, where everything felt like a television set, a bad comedy where the jokes were invisible and the actors were stuck with plastered, false smiles - like if they showed enough teeth, no-one would notice the tears in their eyes.

he couldn't promise anything. knew how the story was going to end - so a different tact, then. "i was gonna ask you -" seemed stupid to say, now. "if you'd want to come back with me. to... to -" he shut his eyes, thought hard. she hadn't been there when he'd forgotten. if she had, he would've been embarrassed. it was nearly there, dancing on the tip of his tongue, mocking him for all that was not quite right. felix moved, held a glass to his mouth and he drank from it as he thought. bitter. disgusting, if he was being completely honest with himself. could have at least put a spoonful of sugar in it, made it so that it didn't taste like he had licked a corpse.

it was finished, and when he looked up at felix, a moment of clarity - vision returned to him, no longer doubled or tripled, defined in all the right places, but it wasn't what he wanted to see. that morose stare came back, caught, and then replaced by something different. one that was hopeful. "ireland." orin said, unaware he'd even spoken. he'd remembered. that was nice. "i thought you could meet them. minty'd like you, i -" his friend considered again, brow furrowing. "he texted me earlier. i didn't reply." he should have. "left my phone in my drawer. i didn't even think. i should have..." eyes narrowed, world liquidising again. "i need to answer him."
"do you think you could get it, auggie?" something in felix's voice. orin thought they both knew what was going on, deep down, the scheme beneath the scheme, and it hurt, and he was glad that he couldn't quite see her right, because he wouldn't have been able to look her in the eye. he needed his phone. he'd remembered, at least. a chance beneath the chance.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐳 ！！ x─────ix ♘
x──────i ii ares. iii eighteen. iiii tags: kathryn, riley, lucy ivi mess hall.

she doubted herself. and that was a win. even though the words that followed denied it, the hesitation said it all. she didn't know, and she was fighting a war that wasn't her own. she wanted to believe that orin was better than he evidently was because - "do you actually care about him, or is it the fact that it reflects badly on you if brother dearest is a colluder?" he asked, the little smile on his face. "just a stupid son of ares. that's me. just war. but this is war, and he's a defector. is he not?" he knew what he was doing, pushing the right buttons, seeing where she ticked. it was a skill. it was a power, sometimes. perhaps in more intense contexts it was more useful, but riling her up was something that he wanted. if it made lucy look better, then it was all that he could do. a apology, of sorts, for not stopping the fist as it soared through the air.

"this isn't battle. this is vermicide," he replied. leo had received his father's attention for far more than just verbal slatherings. he knew his proficiency, his skills. they were shrouded in secrecy, in some sort of shame, but they were facts nevertheless. this girl had no idea, and that put him on the higher ground. so when he punched her, it wasn't really to prove his point, but to punctuate it. it was already proven. he didn't doubt that his dad had faith in him. he didn't doubt that his dad had seen the things he'd done, the people he'd been, and acknowledged them.

he didn't get what he wanted, because at the moment he thought that the assault would be returned, mr. d arrived, followed by chiron, and he let out a somewhat exasperated sigh. was he losing his touch? a shame. what exactly happened here? "veritas," he settled for answering, taking a step back and scrunching his nose up. "think zeus has got more problems to deal with than this. his son's a side-hopper."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“Wha—“ Confusion flickered across her face briefly, the lack of context in his words breaking through before he seemed to catch himself and continued. The next few words out of his mouth weren’t much of a reassurance, and for a moment she wondered if he was actually listening to her, until he responded to the plea she hadn’t really meant to say out loud. I don’t want to. That didn’t make it better. The resignation in his voice, as though the omitted ending to that sentence was but I will. That was how it went, and she knew that. Nobody stuck around forever, whether it was by choice or not she’d had to have known this was coming. But no matter how much she tried to tell herself she expected it, regardless of the cynical act she put on, she still wasn’t ready to accept it.

She was drawn out of her thoughts when he spoke again, seeming to struggle with remembering the right words. She looked up when Felix came over with the glass, trying to quash the spark of hope in her chest, the feeling of relief that at least he was doing something, that the only person who actually could do something hadn’t entirely given up yet.

Turning back to Orin as he finished the thought, she attempted to smile and didn’t do a very good job of it, nodding anyways and trying to ignore the way he said it in past tense, the way he phrased the whole scenario as if it was something he would have asked, something that could have happened but never would now. She glanced up at Felix at the question, then back to Orin. There was something in his tone that she couldn’t quite place. It felt like she was missing something, that she was out of the loop somehow. She hesitated for a moment, reluctant to leave, then nodded. He was in good hands with Felix, and it would only take her a minute to get to the Zeus cabin and back. “Yeah...yeah, I’ll get it.” Auggie pushed herself to her feet and crossed over to the door, glancing back once before stepping out into the cold.

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares (unclaimed)|Dining Pavilion, Hermes table|tags: Juliet

There was a time in his life where Vittorio may have agreed with the daughter of Hermes on the subject of ‘quality entertainment’, but through a combination of past experiences that hadn’t ended too well and the onslaught of fear and confusion that had been bombarding him since the moment he’d arrived at camp, he wasn’t too keen on watching someone else getting punched in the face. Nobody else seemed to be incredibly concerned about the situation, especially not the girl sitting next to him. He glanced around nervously. He would’ve done something himself, but he didn’t even know who he was supposed to tell. His attention was drawn back to the girl when she grinned, agreeing with his statement that camp was insane. “That’s not what I…” He trailed off with a shrug. “Yeah, sure.” She didn’t seem like the kind of person you wanted to disagree with—not after the taping stuff to the ceiling comment.

Then more people entered the dining pavilion—was people the right word for someone who was half horse?—and the fight was broken up. “There’s no way my aunt knew this is where she was sending me.” He muttered, mostly to himself before turning back to his food, not really interested in watching the tearful explanations and reprimanding of the group on the other side of the pavilion.

[takara]

➹ | 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤" 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
| 17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Outside--> Dining pavilion | tags: [Izzy], Orin, Auggie, Felix [NPC]---> [Izzy], Nymph NPC

He bobbed his head briskly to Orin's request. "Ye-yeah, I'm on it," He said too hoarsely. There's a jest in here somewhere, a balm for the doom and gloom... For the life of him, he couldn't think of it, so he just ducked out of their way and took off for the dining pavilion. Tears stained his cheeks, and he didn't have it in him to blame them on anything but the truth. I shouldn't have left, they needed...warm bodies. If only I were a healer... His feet dragged in a snowdrift, but he hardly noticed. Izzy wheeled in front of him, extending her lead to it's full length to break a path.

When he made it to the dining pavilion, he skirted the still gathered crowd and launched himself at the buffet table. Pain au chocolate, that's the weird looking crossaint, no that can't be it. He shifted his weight and glared over his options. When nothing struck his memory, he grabbed a kitchen towel and shoveled several options inside, throwing one of the weird crossaints on top. There may have been a nymph muttering about "making healthy choices" but he brushed her off and wrapped his offerings tightly.
There was no time. "Excuse me, it's an emergency!" He ground out.

With that, he charged off again.*Hmmmm, I wonder if Orin send me off to not have an audience... His feet slowed as he looked over where they should be, only to find empty ground. He frowned, picking up the pace to examine the ground. Am I...is he gone? A fresh set of tracks led away. Dumbly, he followed them.

Him and Izzy rounded a corner, and there the tracks melded with those of everyone else in the trampled cabin circle. He paused. One or seven? Cabin Seven opened to show Auggie. She looked determined. He wouldn't take that from her. He let her step off the porch before approaching. He dipped behind her and pressed inside.

He found Orin's bed and strode to it, glancing nervously at Felix, who's face told Hank more than he'd wanted to know. He dropped by Orin's side, fidgeting with the towel. "I, er, here," He produced one of the weird crossaints, not quite sure of himself. He had other options, but now was not the time to quiz Orin on pastries.

[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|

"Aw man!" Juliet slumped back in her seat as the fight came to a screeching halt. "Leave it to Mr. D and Chiron to show up right when things get good." Now that the chaos was starting to die down, disappointment gnawed at Juliet's insides like a wild beast. I'm bored. She cast a glance around the Hermes table, where most of her siblings had ceased their chanting and turned back to their food. Cass had joined them for lunch, she noted with some comfort. She had been growing a bit worried by the Head Counselor's absence, if she were being honest. Worried!? Pff, no I wasn't worried. A little weirded out that she wasn't here, but never worried.
As she continued her visual sweep, her gaze alighted on the new kid next to her. Heh. Least I can do is have some fun with him. "Hey, new kid," she started, swinging a leg up over her other leg. "You ever hear of the Camp Half-Blood initiation ritual?"


|☽|Kathryn Blackwood|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Dining Pavilion --> Cabin 7|Tags: Chiron, Mr. D, Riley, Leo, Lucy --> Lucy, Orin, Auggie, Felix, Hank|

Kathryn opened her mouth to deliver a teary retort to Riley's words, but suddenly someone muscled his way into the moment. Leo. The son of Ares had come out of nowhere, decking Riley square in the face. Kathryn gave a sharp nod at his instructions to get Lucy sorted. Chiron and Mr. D were closing fast, Kathryn realised. Best leave Leo to explain everything.
Kathryn tightened her grip on Lucy's arm, careful not to let her manicured fingernails dig into the other girl's flesh. "Come on, Lucy, I'll take you to the infirmary."
By the infirmary, she meant the Apollo cabin. Kathryn sacrificed a portion of her focus to conjure a tissue box and place it gently in Lucy's arms - she already had a broken nose; the last thing she needed was to be gushing blood all over her clothes. The walk to cabin seven was a quiet one - for once, Kathryn kept her mouth shut and let her thoughts do most of the talking. Is Orin really a traitor? She found it hard to believe - the son of Zeus was always so jovial and fun to be around. And why would he be in league with Kingston, of all people? Unless the defence minister had something on him, Kathryn couldn't see what Orin would gain from working with him. But he is hiding something... could this be it? It didn't feel quite right. Nonetheless, it made for some marvelous rumours and gossip.
The two passed by another girl as they reached the Apollo cabin. Auggie, Kathryn recalled. With her distinctive purple hair, it couldn't be anyone else. What was she doing in there? There was little time for further speculation, though. Kathryn flung open the door in a dramatic motion, holding it in place for Lucy. Hurt or not, it was not an act she would have done for anyone else. As she followed the injured girl inside, a small pit formed in her stomach. A man looking to be in his early to mid-twenties was stood anxiously by a bed. That has to be Felix. Kathryn had heard of the son of Apollo's arrival, but this man wasn't what she expected. He seemed flustered; distraught, even. If he was trying to hide his feelings, he wasn't doing the best job of it. On the bed Felix hovered beside - was that Orin!? He looked like crap, to put things lightly. Kathryn could see tremors running up and down his body, despite the large leather jacket draped around his shoulders. There was something in his eyes; something far-off and distant. Holy mother of Zeus. Did we do this? Did I have a hand in this? No, no, he was fine. He was fine in the pavilion; this couldn'tve... this isn't... this isn't my fault. This isn't Lucy's fault. It can't be. Guilt twisted Kathryn's blackened heart into impossible shapes. He looks like he's dying. Is he dying? No, he can't be dying. Right?
Hank's presence made the scene almost comical. Here he was, offering a chocolate croissant to the ailing son of Zeus as if that would fix anything.


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

"Uh, yeah, I was listening to the Beatles until like, all that started." Chuck gestured to the drama by the Zeus table as a nervous grimace shaped his long features. "Hey, you seen Chiron or like, anyone? I think they're gonna like, kill each other or something if someone doesn't like, do something, you know?" His voice cracked considerably more than usual, betraying how anxious the situation was really making him. He hadn't caught most of the conversation in the beginning, but when the fighting started he couldn't help but wonder what it was all about. I'll like, find out soon enough. Especially given that Kathryn was involved. That girl passed around gossip like party favours. "They uh - they started fighting and like, it got gnarly real quick."
Taking a minute to breathe, Chuck cast a glance around the space for any sign of an authority figure. He uttered a sigh of relief when he spotted Mr. D entering the pavilion. Hopefully, the wine god would put a stop to this madness.

|⊙|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.

[norvina!]

𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕🌠
(seventeen;hypnos;dining pavilion)(tags; chuck)

delilah nodded, frowning as she looked over at the bunch of people. "I'm sure chiron is observing, he wouldn't let that happen." she reassured, anxiously tapping one hand as she chewed on her thumb. taking a bite out of the salad she had grabbed, her appetite had gone just as soon as it came "would you like this? I'm not that hungry." she offered to him, her attention taken away as Mr. D walked in. "ah, chiron should be coming in soon then." she spoke, hoping chuck wouldn't feel too anxious.

[FerretMonarch]

Sa'd Salam • 17 •Transmale (they/them) • Bisexual • Host of Set• location: behind cabins•tag: Jay, Zahra

"Ah. I haven't gotten a chance to ask the Athena kids what they thiught about it yet and besides, I don't know if they know about the other gods. I'm sure they do since we're here and they crave knowlege anyways. They would read every book in the universe if they had the time." Sa'd hummed.

Sa'd gave Zahra a lopsided smile in return causing the teen's features to look mischievous though that was far from their intentions.

"Oh. I suppose she would be. Expesially at a time like this. There's a sparring ring in front of the cabin with a boar's head and barbed wire. You could always let her, and yourself, blow off some steam there." Sa'd offered.

"I, uh, y ok u're welcome." Sa'd stuttered not used to being thanked.

Sa'd reached out to pet Zahra before quickly retracting their hand once realizing what theybwere doing.

"Sorry. A-are you fluffy? Sorry its a weird question. You obviously don't have to answer if you don't want to." Sa'd said before she bounded away.

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Ai Uragirimono•18•nonbinary (they/them)• Gay•child of Loki•Location: by the cabins• tags: Jen

"Sorry Mi-" Ai cut themselves off with a clearing of their throat. "Sorry Ryan."

Okay thank you! I'll meet you there!" Ai said excitedly.

Ai ran to the bathroom, did what they had to, and ran back out to find Ryan.

"Hi." Ai said quietly walking beside Ryan before turning into and out of their hyena form as the neared the group of loud, thunderous people

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐧
[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | Dining Pavilion ➡ Cabin 7 | Tags: Hank, Orin, Riley, Kathryn
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

For a few moments, Lucy genuinely debated showing the high horse daughter of Zeus a thing to two about throwing a punch. A comment about Riley's physical strength danced on the tip of her tongue, but before she had the chance to spit it, Leo appeared. Her balled fists relaxed, and tears spilled over from her eyes. Good timing. She suppressed a smile as the son of Ares made short work of Riley, but as Chiron and Mr. D crowded the dining pavilion further, Kathryn was urging her away, shoving a box of tissues into her hands. "Thank you," she sobbed, the words sounding nasally as she pressed tissues into her throbbing nose. It wasn't her first broken nose, but she hoped it would be the last. Although the walk to the cabin circle wasn't long, it was cold enough to cause Lucy to start shivering in her overcoat. Kathryn stayed quiet─a welcomed silence─and held the door for the daughter of Apollo as she quickly hobbled inside. The atmosphere was as stuffy as it had been ten minutes ago when she left, and the interior population remained the same. Save for one, tiny exception.

"What in the name of─" Lucy kept her volume down for the sake of the campers resting, but she immediately recognized Orin's curly-haired mug, given the way Felix hovered over it. She was tame, no stomping or shouting, but inside her blood boiled. After crossing the space between the door and the traitor, the reason became clear, but it only raised more questions. Orin wasn't here. Not mentally. His eyes were almost glazed and his body lax, as if he were half asleep. As much as she wanted to throw more accusations his way, his state only raised more questions. "Felix," she watched her brother tense as his name was spoken. "What's happened to him? This isn't right." Her anger hadn't vanished, but it made no home in her words. Concern replaced it, but perhaps it was feigned. At this point, Lucy was as far from as open book as she could get.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares (unclaimed)|Dining Pavilion, Hermes table|tags: Juliet

Vittorio almost laughed at the disappointment in the girls voice when the fight was broken up, but he managed to keep his amusement to a barely noticeable smile. He glanced up when the girl who had walked in with Chiron and Mr. D sat down at their table. She must’ve been a head counsellor, he wasn’t sure anyone else from the Hermes cabin would have done something if they didn’t have at least some sort of responsibility.

With the commotion of the fight over, he began to pick away at his food again, planning to finish eating and go find somewhere he could read without being disturbed, though he was starting to think that might not be possible. This thought was confirmed moments later when the loud girl next to him spoke again. He raised an eyebrow at being referred to as ‘new kid’. “Tori,” he muttered, not bothering with his full name considering she didn’t seem the type to remember it. “Initiation ritual? If it’s anything like that I’m not interested,” he replied, nodding in the direction of Kathryn escorting a bleeding Lucy out of the pavilion. He got the feeling he was being messed with. He may not have known anything about Camp Half-Blood, or really even believed any of this was actually real, but he’d seen more than enough movies to know exactly where this was going. That wouldn’t stop him from playing along though, better to teach people not to mess with him sooner rather than later.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus. iii eighteen. iiii tags: lucy, kathryn, hank, felix. ivi cabin seven.

auggie left. orin didn't watch it happen, but heard the click of the door that marked her exit, and that was good enough. felix seemed to let out a breath that he had been holding. if he could see, he would have watched a very hopeful looking face fade into blankness again. "you can stop pretending now," he murmured. no response. "not going down. was never going to, was it?" swirls. had to get it out sooner rather than later, because he was on borrowed time, but he didn't really know why. there was a clock in the corner of the room that he was hyperaware of, its little ticks sounding like thumping bass. he shook it off. let a queasy smile come to his face. "it was good, though, wasn't it? the good bits, they were good. there weren't a lot, but they were good."
"orin, please -"
"it was always gonna happen. it's not your - your fault,"
"lofts, stop it. please."
"don't tell my mam, not today. they've got enough on as it is,"
"i won't. i won't,"
"don't forget me," a brief frown flashed on his face, laced behind with a hot, writhing pain. a hand landed on his. the door opened, someone entered. "where's auggie?"
"you sent her to get your phone, lofts," felix answered. "thank you, hank." orin couldn't see him. couldn't see much of anything, but he wasn't sure whether that was because his vision was shot or if he just couldn't focus on it. like he was watching scenes play out and forgetting each frame after it disappeared. the door opened again. felix took the pain au chocolat, put it in orin's hand. he assumed he had asked for it. had lost his appetite by now.
"might leave it for later, hank, if that's..."

enter lucy, who he recognised from sobs alone. he had heard them, earlier. was that in this cabin or his own? felt like it had had something to do with kingston, but not the right thing. like he had been trying to do something, but it wasn't worth it anymore. there was another set of feet with her, another breathing pattern. he just wanted it to be quiet. was it so difficult for things to be quiet? felix's hand tightened on his. a good question. he wasn't sure whether the son of apollo was enraged or confronted. "'isn't right?'" he breathed in sharply, made to say something else, but the beginnings of a fit interrupted him - orin, whose hand had been trembling enough anyway underneath his, whose eyes had been dull enough already, as though aware that he had an audience that lacked the one person he couldn't perform in front of, was starting his little descent. laid down, stabilised, but mostly meaningless. "lofty, orin, come on, come on, it's alright -"

but it faded, the words minced syllables that refused to reach him. it was getting dark. time to turn the light off, go to bed. he could see something in the fade, something purple, and a face, clear as day. when the shaking subsided, he was on his back, and he was looking up at auggie, even though he knew it wasn't her, because it couldn't be her, she wasn't there, wasn't allowed to be there - time to turn the lights off. "always and completely," spilt from his mouth, sounding mashed and forced. "hesiodical." he was hearing her again, a memory of her, at least - "sorry."
"orin," panicked, cutting through.
"it's alright. i remembered, it's alright," he didn't care about the people in the room, just the hand that was on his and the purple in his falsified vision. "scared, but alright. wasn't meant to be scared."

he shut his eyes, though unseeing, and let the silence come.

the lights in the room, in every room in the camp, surged briefly - bright as the sun, and then off. thunder, no longer in the distance.

"twelve fourteen," said felix to no-one in particular. his hand hadn't stopped holding orin's, even though it was lax, unmoving. "he didn't want anyone to worry." his throat was constricted and tight. "just wanted to have a good time. to pretend."

and it had been a good time, most of it. it had been wonderful and fun and filled with an adventure that his childhood self could have only dreamed of. it had been wonderful, and now it appeared that it was over.

[sweet.peaches~]

riley palmer | 16 | she/her | zeus | location: mess hall/zeus table | tags: leo, mr. d, chiron -> open
Riley growled. "Don't call him a colluder. He's nothing of the sort. War?" She let out a dry laugh, although it wasn't out of humour. "You're insane," she managed to say. She didn't know what else to tell him. It was as if he knew how to completely strike her down. I hate kids of Ares, she decided. She placed her hand on her swollen cheek when Chiron had asked. She was about to point a finger at Lucy when she noticed she had completely disappeared out of thin air. At first, Riley wondered whether or not she became invisible - probably not an ability of Apollo children - but after remembering what Leo said to her and Kathryn, she assumed that had been a dumb thought and she was getting nectar and ambrosia for her broken nose. The taste of chocolate cake and strawberry lemonade sounded very good right now. She remembered the drink she'd ordered and only taken a few sips of before the whole argument and fight started. Riley was thirsty. And starving. She was glad Chiron and Mr. D had ended the conflict although it would have been much appreciated if it was sooner. "His son is not," she protested. She faced the centaur with a grimace. "The liar isn't here but Lucy," her scowl intensified when she said her name, "thought it'd be a good idea to blame Orin for ratting us out to Malcolm... Malcolm, honestly I don't remember." Riley shrugged. "But things got, ah, intense."

Chiron raised his eyebrow, now focusing on her instead of Leo. The wine god grabbed his can of Diet Coke and sipped it before grumbling, "Just admit it if you maimed someone, Rayla Pacific. Would have expected it from you.
She stared at him in disbelief before saying- "Riley Palmer," she snapped. "Besides, I didn't maim anyone! Just a little, er, punch to the nose," Riley explained.
Her mentor narrowed his eyes. "Who?"
"Lucy Blitzen." She didn't let herself say anything more so she wouldn't get into more trouble. Knowing that killing someone would result in no dessert for a week, she'd probably get confronted by Chiron. Which she currently was. She really did deserve it though, she bitterly thought to herself. What a jerk. "I broke her nose."
The centaur sighed. "Riley, you can't just fight your way out of a situation."
"She was confronting him in front of everyone," she protested. "The other campers believed her! I knocked some sense into her. She'll be fine with enough nectar and ambrosia. She's a daughter of Apollo." He shook his head disappointedly. "I know you're mad but it was the right thing to do," she argued. "Lucy deserved it." It sounded harsh but Riley fully believed what she said.
"Whether or not she was lying, you should control your temper," Chiron disagreed. "We are here to fight monsters, not fight among one another." When she had added about him being mad, he replied with, "I'm not mad. I'm disappointed. I expected better from you."
Mr. D didn't help at all. "I expected it," he murmured. "They're all brats. Now if you'll excuse me, we have some calls to make." Dionysus went out the dining pavilion with a soda can in hand. That left her and Chiron.
"I'm sorry." He didn't respond to her apology as he turned his attention to Leo, probably to get his perspective on what had happened. Then probably to find wherever Orin and Lucy went. Or go with Mr. D for 'calls' or something. The mess hall would continue to have no adult supervision most likely.

Riley slumped back down to the Zeus table alone. The strawberry lemonade didn't taste as good as it did several moments ago. The croissants she devoured didn't cheer her up. As she finished up her drink, there was a surge of energy through her and her shoulders tensed up. Something was wrong. There was something going on. She didn't know what but... Panic filled her lungs. Orin. Where is he? Is he alright? Riley couldn't control the shakiness of her hands, even more worse than the fight with Leo before. She could sense that electricity in the camp was acting strange due to Riley's 'daughter of Zeus' abilities. A thunderclap? She could no longer sit and immediately stood up. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Normally she didn't cry. It was a sign of vulnerability. But the world was a blur. He's not okay.