Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Ma's Diner|Tags: Quest Group|

Mirabelle had heard Aiden talk about his past before, though the instance was rare enough that it didn't fail to spark her interest.
His mention of school sent her mind drifting back to her own school days; back when her life was glazed with the taste of love and safety. A glimmer of sadness shone deep in her stormy gaze for a split second before it was quickly swallowed up by her cheery façade. Right. Now is not the time for a walk down memory lane.
She was saved from responding by the arrival of the food. That was fast. Either Sofia got that rush she said she'd ask for, or the lunch rush must've been less bad than she'd thought. Lunch rush? At this rate, it's almost dinnertime. The cold weather really set us back. It wasn't far to Laurel's Aunt's house now; according to her roadmap. They would make it there within a few minutes of leaving the diner if they were quick about it. Though she was in no hurry to go back out into the cold, or get closer to the inevitable car ride, it was best they make time. She had wanted to reach the city before nightfall - though that left the question of lodgings. City hotels were expensive; and Mirabelle doubted even her emergency funding could cover a stay for ten people.
"Who had the tossed garden salad?"
The waitress's clear voice drew Mirabelle out of her worried thoughts. "That's me." She regarded the dish as it was placed down in front of her, giving a heartfelt thank-you to the waitress. Her appetite hadn't improved much, but she knew she had to eat to keep up her strength.
The salad wasn't bad, she discovered after an experimental bite. It left some things to be desired, though overall it could have been much worse. Her body would have preferred a warm meal, she knew. But nothing warm on the menu had looked especially inviting to her. Save the grilled cheese, but that was a mildly heavy food. Not to mention greasy. She wasn't sure it was the best option given her knotted stomach or the fact that they would be getting in a car shortly. At least the hot chocolate helped to take the edge off.

|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Bushes by the Cabins Area|Tags: Lucy|

"I ah... didn't think it totally through," Juliet admitted, attempting at a lopsided grin. "But come on, Hades? The dude lacks the gall for something like this. OOOH! Unless this isn't a war movie at all; it's Alien, and something's controlling his mind... waiting for the right moment to pop outta his chest and jumpscare us all, hehehe. That'd be something I'd wanna see."
When Juliet was silent long enough to pay attention to her surroundings, she noticed something odd. The sounds of gunfire had faded out around them, and all at once it was eerily quiet. "Do ya think we're in the clear?" It was a loud whisper to be fair, but not loud enough to be noticed should anyone be in earshot. "They stopped. Why'd they do that?"


|☽|Kathryn Blackwood|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Cabin 7 |Tags: Emmie, Aoife|

In the haze of exhaustion, Kathryn dimly registered that she was being handed off to someone - Aoife. Good grief, I'm being passed around like a rag doll. Still, she lacked the strength to do anything about it. The Irish girl was saying something. Something about ghost bullets. "No no, gorgeous, 's was all me," Kathryn slurred out. "But boy, you shoulda seen the show I put on. Shadow tendrils 'n rival armies." She paused to laugh a little, though it lacked any semblance of cheer. "I dida lot. A lotta stuff. It was'splendid. Juuust get me some of that sweet, sweet nectar and I'll be all fixed. All fixed up." She offered Aoife a woozy smile before promptly collapsing against her.


|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Canoe Lake|Tags: Hannah|

Hannah had a good plan - well, at least Chuck thought so. He wasn't much for plans himself, all that thinking tended to give him a headache. He was more of an ideas man, if he did say so himself. Leave the actual execution to someone more qualified.
But then the skeletons were... stopping? So were the ghosts, Chuck realised. The undead ranks seemed to be more confused than anything at this point. Chuck couldn't blame them; he was just about as confused as they were. Why did they stop? It wasn't because of his playing, was it? As he finished his last song, it became evident that wasn't the case. They were looking at each other as if they had just noticed they were dead; the eerie glow fading from their sockets. Huh, that's like totally goofy, man. The remaining venti glanced around at their confounded compatriots, almost as if unsure of what to do. They must have decided that the battle was over, because most of them started dispersing into cold breezes and snowdrifts.
The satyr turned at Hannah's question; his own befuddlement clearly written across his freckled face. "I uh - I dunno."


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

Zahra took a seat where the woman had indicated, offering her a grateful smile. "I don't have much time, but I will share what I know." She could feel Sekhmet's influence inside of them; itching to plunge herself back into combat. Their Nome needed her. The Magicians needed her. They would have to make this brief.
"What I know is that an ancient force of Isfet - chaos - has awakened, and is set on destroying everything," Zahra explained. "Or... no, 'destroying' isn't the right word..." Silence enveloped them momentarily as she wracked her brain. "Eat! Yes, eat. No, absorb. Yes, that is correct." The thought crossed their mind that she should potentially be more careful with their information. But the woman - the lioness - had been helpful to her, in her own brusque way. And Chiron seemed to trust her... yes, perhaps it was okay. "They are called the Ogdoad. Eight gods of chaos, eight who had long been sleeping. I do not know what awakened them, nor why they are so angry. What I do know is that they have churned the Sea of Chaos into a frenzy. It is... expanding, I believe." They paused a moment to let it all sink in. "The Nomes have been getting attacked by demons consistently over the past week. I believe these to be connected to the Ogdoad and the Sea of Chaos; Isfet is growing in power. There have also been reports of something else, a... shadow? A creature, killing with a signature. Like a serial killer, but something not mortal. I have heard it is responsible for the slaughter of the Hundredth Nome... my heart is saddened by this news." Zahra's face was an open book; it was no surprise when pain and grief flashed across her graceful features. "I do not think any of these events are unrelated. Now, there is snow during summer, and I have heard a goddess may be involved. A politician exposing the Roman camp. It is too much a coincidence to be just that. There is a connection somewhere, but what?"

|❄|Vivienne Isole|18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Centralia, PA|Tags: Nicholas, Orin, Astoria|

Vivienne had only been absently paying attention to the conversation at hand; her distaste for small talk rearing its head. But something piqued her interest; something she had assumed was coming though hadn't expected this soon -
"who are you?"
Nicholas' first answer wasn't a shock - it would not be intelligent to reveal his true nature. Orin was an enemy. Wait a minute... did he say Orin killed his father? What in the name of Tartarus is he on about? Then the gears clicked; a puzzle piece falling into place. It must be a pop culture reference. How quaint.
What came next made Vivienne's eyes widen.
He revealed his identity. To an adversary. She shot Nicholas a scathing look; or at least it would have been had her face not been battered and tear-stained. In that attempted glare, something caught her eye. A glimmer of gold in the obsidian feathers of the unbroken wing. Ichor. Is he - is he still bleeding? That cannot bode well. Guilt squirmed in Vivienne's chest, causing her to turn and duck her head once more. Damn it all. It wasn't worth pointing out - the Horseman had evidently noticed, and there wasn't anything Vivienne could do about it. Growing up, she had learned how to care for her own injuries to an extent. That extent was bandages and bitterness. But gunshot wounds? Godly gunshot wounds? That was far above her knowledge, though she hated to admit it. Are they seriously continuing to blather? She couldn't help but roll her eyes. When can I take my leave of this blithering nonsense?

[*Lovel*]

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Ophelia
Location: On his way into the unknown

"Oh don't worry, I'm too careful to die." Aydan said with a real smile followed by a wince just to prove him wrong. He expected a possible roll of the eyes at making a joke like that. In the middle of all of this was it even ok for them to joke? It didn't seem like the right time. Although he wasn't one to do things at the appropriate time ever. He looked over to try to read her reaction to only be met with a shadow of her. Oh right Oh how he hated not being able to see.

He felt her jump and instantly regretted the outburst. Fighting her was useless, she had more strength than he did right now. Plus, he didn't want to fight her about this anyway. She was right, he was in no condition to face anyone. "She's gone, not dead." gone? what does she mean by gone? he nodded solemnly before twisting himself back in the direction they were supposed to be going. "Later then." he settled on. "Let's go?" he said taking a small step to prove he was serious about continuing to go to cabin seven. Then it went quiet, the gunfire around them had stopped. A few airy whistle like screams continued but the rattling and gunfire ceased. "What's going on?"he asked looking around for movement of shadows or bursts of light.

『❀ ♡』Aurelia "Relia" Lennox『❀ ♡』

Daughter of Aphrodite ♥ Cabin 10 ♥ 16 ♥ Bisexual

Tags: Caleb
Location: Forge

Relia watched the scenes unfolding around them. Although they weren't visible to others Relia could see her fellow campers fighting back against the monsters that were storming the camp. In truth she was never much of a fighter, she could defend like no one's business but attacking was never something she was good at. You could call her a coward but she didn't have it in her to hurt someone or something. There were plenty of times she felt her abilities were wasted on her. She left the thoughts behind her as she felt herself getting weaker. Her legs felt like lead and the rest of her body felt as if she had been lifting a giant boulder.

An exhausted smile grew on Relia's face as the forge was only a few steps away. She pushed herself to move faster dragging Caleb behind her. She flew the door open and closed it behind them. She let go of Caleb's hand and leaned against the door before sinking down it. She had let the exhaustion overtake her. "I can warp reality, making people and monsters see what I want them to see. Or not see in this case." She said to Caleb in means of explanation with her eyes closed. "Though when I do it... it's very exhausting as you can see." She was thankful for the warmth the forge provided. "I got us here, now it's your turn to do the rest of the heavy lifting." She said seriously as she opened one eye looking the Athena boy up and down.

『☼ ☀』 Mateo Cortez『☼ ☀』

Son of Hephaestus ♫ Cabin 9 ♫ 17 ♫ Pansexual

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Tags: Robyn
Location: Thalia's Tree

Mateo looked at her and tilted his head while reading her lips to see what she was saying. "Celoso. Si eso es. Ni siquiera me has escuchado cantar." he didn't really make a show of his singing capabilities too often but she may have secretly heard him once or twice. He waved her worries off, seeing them written all over her face and laughed lightly. "I'm sure you will." his smile grew wider as he watched her haul the bags herself.

The dragon, right, he had forgotten about that thing. Wonder what could've taken the dragon out. He had no time to think about that. He noticed half, no more than half, of the attackers had been stopped in their tracks. What's this? He frowned slightly. He still kept jogging while pulling Robyn along close by. As he passed through he noticed the horror written on some of the faces of ghosts. They ran through the camps entrance whenever their luck ran out. A venti was charging their way. Mateo shoved Robyn behind him and raised his axe up with a smile "Finally."

The venti made a swing for him, Mateo ducked and hoped Robyn followed his lead with the duck. He pulled his pulled his axe up high before slashing down at the venti. As soon as Labrys made "contact" with the venti sparks flew making a show out of the venti materializing. Mateo swung the axe onto his shoulder. "Demasiado facil" he huffed and turned back to Robyn and held his hand back out for her. The fights were the thing he enjoyed most about being at camp. Now they just had to find where everyone was. Maybe the Big House? He look to their left or not, the Big House was no longer there. "Que diablos nos perdimos?" he exclaimed. They weren't gone that long, he looked around for someone to explain to them what was going on exactly.

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Kathryn, Aoife, and Celeste
Location: Cabin Seven

There was a lot of commotion going on. Felix looked like he was a ball of stress just begging to burst. Many campers were there in what seemed like agony but no wounds. Then what Felix had said explained it all Phantom bullets, interesting." a older camper peered at them but not moving a muscle to help them. Which didn't bother Emmie since she had no clue who the girl, er lady, was. Emmie bounced Kathryn to readjust her.

A girl with unruly curly blonde hair called Kathryn by a short version of her name and made her way through the crowd. Emmie had a small flashback of pushing her way through a crowd that formed there much earlier to see Orin. She shook her head softly as if to force the memory to go away. She felt weight being lifted off her a little bit, Emerson turned to see Aoife pulling Kathryn to herself. "Uh thanks..."she shook her head, fiery waves swishing side to side. "No wounds, phantom or otherwise. She used too much of her energy with spells." she explained.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨 ！！ x─────ix ✩
x──────i ii dionysus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: hank. ivi cabin circle.

more fun, maybe. elfie would give it that. she was mostly a creature built for efficiency, for pulling the bandage off quick, and the question that followed from hank was not one that surprised her. "i was, um..." difficult to phrase. "i had to learn for this... this role, a long time ago. and i just liked the feeling of it. it made me feel like i was in control of something." to her, a rifle had a mind of its own, a creature that was barely contained within the confines of a barrel, begging for a pull of its trigger, but a bow was an extension of the body. simplistic. nice. "and i was good at it. so i thought i'd keep it around."

they were going mad. it was almost pleasant to see. it felt like, for the first time in a while, after all of the weather and the ghosts and their rifles, after the fall of the big house and the venti, the loss of her siblings that she had tried very hard to push to the back of her mind, they were coming up on top. there was a silver lining beyond the black stormclouds. she knew, in her heart of hearts, that it wasn't as good as it seemed - just the impact of their madness filtering through and feeding the little creature that yearned for it, the aura of her father doing his right work, but it was nice. she was out of the real world and into wonderland, shooting through the looking glass, singing a song about russians with jaunt and jive.

"this is great," she beamed. "this is so good. this is so, so good." the insanity or the winning? maybe both. definitely both.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: astoria, nicholas, vivienne.
ivicentralia, pennsylvania.

"you let me know as soon as you find out. i'm sure you've got a lot of priorities, but i just want that to be solid. i just... i need to know," he cracked a smile, though noted the sour look that was forming on vivienne's face. a scream of static, and then quiet. he avoided looking at her. it rose too many clamouring voices, visions of what he should be doing, what he would be doing if he wasn't a coward.
oddly enough, the same happened when he took glances at xaliphax, though there was only one that shouted behind his skull in that regard. the horse frightened one of them. if there was anything orin really didn't want to develop a fear of, it was horses. that would only spell trouble in the long run.

"his name was, um..." he clicked his fingers. he was normally good with names, but there were a lot more to remember now, and it was a struggle through a thousand corridors to open up the memory bank that belonged to him. he was silent for a while, rushing through the dark. "it was..." it wasn't alun and it wasn't wyn and it wasn't tomos - it started with a t though, and that stuck out. it was a weird name. and it was frustrating him, the fact it wasn't coming as easily as it should have. "i dunno. it'll come to me. but, yeah. spit of you. like if someone tried to draw you from memory, but they had a really good memory."

he didn't step back when the sword was drawn, didn't allow himself to succumb to the very real fear that was making its home in his bones, because this was wrong, on more levels than one. the name had his eyes widening for a moment. it didn't match. he knew it, but it didn't -
oh. he was referencing a film. that made more sense. whoever the god was, he had a sense of humour, at least.

the spell was broken when metal clanged against the ground. "you nearly had me there," he said, ready to ask him to clarify, to draw the veil of ignorance from his eyes, but it came, and orin found himself wishing that he had just stuck with calling him varzorak.
no. no, no. no, no, no, no, no - it's fine. the apocalypse? it's really not a big deal. it's the end of the world. oh, gracious, oh, goodness me, oh, good grief, this is the end of days, isn't it? should've stayed. should've stuck around. please shut up. run. run now, run as far as you can, run. please run. please run. that's an order, gorman. run.
"shh," to silence, objectively. to an audience who had been saying nothing at all for a little while now. a bit humiliating, actually. to try to silence silence. "teilo. that was his name. his name was teilo." he was ignoring the problem. "sorry. i think i need to - does -" a deep breath in. "right. sorry. that's a whole different pantheon, isn't it? i thought - i don't know, i always just sort of assumed that..." this was bad. objectively, it was very bad. "deeper eartha kitt than i thought."

still, no reason to let the apocalypse tear him of his manners. "sorry. i should've prepared better. i wasn't expecting that. you surprised me," a strange venue for a horseman, the church was - but maybe it was none of his business. "that must be... i mean, were you born into that? have you been around since the good ol' baby jesus, or did you arrive... recently?" best to figure out whether the apocalypse was near before panicking about it. "sorry. no, i'm being - it's nice to meet you. it really is. i think i had another question, but it's gone now."

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x──────i ii eris proxy. iii thirty-seven. iiii tags: ramsay.
ivi suv.

almost immediately after malcolm had sent the weeping woman the details of michael fuller, the whispering started up again, rampant and loud and incessant. not the gentle suggestions of yesteryear, but the kind that had led him to nicholas storm, to politics in general - these weren't ideas, they were demands, and they involved a very specific name, a very specific place.
"dan," he poked his head around the door. "get us a car. we're going on a trip."

to where, he hadn't yet figured out. something to do with poison, with guards, with achlys - they were scrambled and difficult to grasp, if only because there were so damned many of them, instances of chaos that were culminating in something he was very much willing to use.

the car came, an suv with tinted windows, and he and the guard entered. "there's a mental facility named sunnyside. go in that direction," he ordered, and though there was a cynical expression on the face of the driver, he made no comment, just moved off, made his way out onto the roads.

funny how you don't know what you're looking for until it's there, until it's right in front of your eyes and you realise that you can't have ever been looking for anything else. a girl, running. a convoy of men giving chase and failing miserably. "stop up there. near her." another frown, from hicks and driver alike, but malcolm didn't care so much. he rolled down the window as the wheels ground to a halt, poked his head out, smiled. "hello. it's ramsay, isn't it?" like there wasn't an innate sense of danger that emanated from her. "are these men giving you hassle? come in. i'd like to have a chat with you. you've... piqued my interest."

[sweet.peaches~]

🌿 nathaniel "nathan" hart | 15 | he/him | demeter | location: athena cabin | tags: cass
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He beamed at Cass. "Well, that's a relief," he jokingly said right before she had grabbed his arm. Despite the warning the head counselor had told him, the son of Demeter was not quite prepared to be dragged onto the ground while she ran. It wasn't like Nathan would be able to keep up with her anyways. But he hoped to himself that next time he got help by someone, his face would not be touching the snow. I hate skeletons, the voice in his head grumbled. Of course, no hate to the children of Hades. Not really their fault their dad is the god of the Underworld though. Adding that made him internally groan. I'm in a battle and all I'm worried about is offending someone with my thoughts. A good comeback to that was, well, what else am I supposed to do right now? Nathaniel made sure to have a firm grip on Melody, even tuning it back so that the celestial bronze spikes would disappear. It might have been that his hearing was terrible but at the moment, the laughter of the skeletons had gone. He thought nothing of it when the demigod realized he couldn't hear their gunshots. That is odd. A massive understatement. Why have they stopped fighting?

Fortunately Cass had led him to a nearby cabin and dropped onto the ground. Pulling away from the half-blood to give her space. he took a few deep breaths. After that, he sat up and glanced at the daughter of Hermes, incredibly impressed with her strength and speed. "Yeah," he nodded. If being alright meant being alive while all your friends were not, then Nathan was definitely alright. "I'm fine. But are you? I mean, you literally saved my life there!" A laugh, although not due to humour - simply because it was absurd to him that although he may have survived a life-threatening quest, he couldn't even protect himself at camp. "Let's stay here for a while. Everybody else can take care of themselves. Besides, you need to relax after all that." Did he sound too bossy? Was he being too much of a leader? Was Cass okay with me telling her orders? Questions ran into Nathaniel's head as his eyes darted left to right, drinking in his surroundings. The cabin didn't seem to be an ordinary cabin, however he did take into consideration that when you're a demigod, things aren't ordinary whatsoever.

Spotting multiple tables around the building, the demigod noticed a library. The shelves crammed with books, Nathan wondered how children of the gods could read all that without getting a gigantic headache. Of course, it could be Ancient Greek. Despite what language the writings were made of, it would be an accomplishment if they read all the documents - there had to be hundreds. The majority of wherever they were was made for studying, working, and not for people to calm down after fighting for their lives. Or sleeping either; the bunk beds were all lined together to a wall. Workbenches, scrolls, blueprints, armors... seeing the objects made him realize. The goddess of wisdom. Nathaniel sighed. "Athena's children live here," he reported. "If they're so smart, I sure hope they have some water bottles around here." Hydration may have been key to being healthier, however that didn't mean they weren't dumb enough not to see the environmental impact when using plastic. He changed his mind after reminding himself that nectar and ambrosia would benefit her much more than water. "I'm gonna try to find something helpful here. Feel free to help but don't overexert yourself too much after that." Hopefully they wouldn't be too mad he was going to look into their stuff. And thus began his search but Nathan made sure to be close to Cass and his ukulele in case there was danger.

🐋 hannah nye | immortal | she/her | naiad | location: canoe lake | tags: monsters, npc naiads, chuck
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Hannah thought of Chuck as a friend and wouldn't do any harm to him but right now she wanted to shake him for answers. Well, thanks for the helpful advice! Sure gonna use to my advantage. Trying to hide her anger, the nymph tried her best to think of an idea. Two heads work better than one, the saying echoed in her head. If the satyr here can't do much, I have the nymphs to ask questions. They weren't all that bright but they had to be better than Chuck. The rare optimism lasted for only a moment though when she asked, "Anybody else?" One of the naiads had replied with, "Don't ask me. Still recovering from nearly dying." Hannah could tell, mostly because she had nearly died too. She was an inch away from losing it. Where were the gods when you needed them? "Okay-okay, so the ghosts and skeletons aren't fighting anymore. I don't know what's happening or whether or not this will stay forever. All we need to attack now are the ventis. Yes, transforming into water probably won't do anything to wind spirits but.." she struggled to be hopeful about the battle. Might as well give up now. "If we all have weapons, it might work? I know that there's lots of us nymphs but I'm not sure whether or not we'll outnumber the remaining monsters." A few murmurs went around the crowd of naiads as Hannah bit her lip. My plan didn't even get to be accomplished because I didn't expect for the undead to stop. The skeletons were probably the only ones who would be affected and now this? To say at the very least, she was not enjoying her day.

🌺 robyn adams | seventeen | she/her | aphrodite | location: thalia's tree | tags: mateo
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She did a little eyebrow raise, "¿Cómo sabes que no lo he hecho?" In truth, Robyn hadn't heard him ever sing before but she still could get away with teasing him like that - that was what she thought, anyways. "Fine, you're right. But you have to admit that Tweety is awesome at singing." A faint smile appeared on her face when she remembered all the songs he would chirp while she was hanging out with him. She carried her luggage, hoping that she wouldn't drop a single thing. But then there were the attackers to worry about. She shared the same frown as Mateo when noticing that the skeletons and ghosts were no longer focusing on fighting but instead themselves. Exhaling a sigh of relief when they made it to the camp entrance, their luck seemed to run out when a venti came straight at them. Robyn couldn't believe her ears when he said, "Finally." She didn't want to waste any time speaking but the demigod would have gladly blurted out, Finally? I didn't know you had a death wish. When the venti swung right at them, she nearly squeaked and dodged. Her grasp on her necklace was even more harder than before however she guessed she wouldn't be able to use it on the monsters here. Would there even be time for her to pull out her spear? Likely not, so now Robyn had to rely on Mateo.

"Cuando disfrutas pelear, debe ser bastante fácil," she muttered. After the comment, she took his hand and sprinted closer into the camp. The half-blood's heart pace quickened once she took a glimpse of what used to be the Big House. Expecting to see the familiar blue building, it was now in ruins. Robyn couldn't stop the slight shriek that escaped her lips. Mateo had a very valid question, in fact she had the same question too, but it was unfortunate that she wasn't able to answer it. "Sé que llegamos un poco tarde al campamento, pero no pensé que esto pasaría mientras estábamos fuera," she stammered with widened brown eyes. There had to be somebody that can help us. Chiron? A head counselor?" Not only was Robyn terribly confused but the guilt in her stomach did not sit well. I hope everybody's okay. Demigods may have had the worst luck, she was proof of that, but she wasn't going to think, all my friends are dead, when it wasn't going to be that productive to her. "Nosotras necesitamos respuestas," the girl finally said. "Liderar el camino," she gestured to a direction that would bring them deeper into camp. "Nosotras no tenemos todo el día."

[norvina!]

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(twenty-two;dionysus;around big house ruins)(tags;riley)

val sliced through another stray venti, sighing as she finished taking the monster down she took in a deep breath. rubbing the back of her neck she groaned "idiotic beasts, I need a glass of wine." she sighed, wishing she'd taken her cup. her staff shrunk back into its original form, taking a puff val kept an eye out as she neared the big house ruins. nearly tripping val stumbled, looking down she jumped back "what in the world?" she muttered, a skeleton lay on the ground almost as if it were dead. 'can something dead die again?' she thought, kicking the head of the skeleton. up ahead she spotted a girl, her blonde hair stuck out to her. walking towards her she frowned, it looked like she'd taken white a beating "you look like a mess"

᥅ꪖꪑᦓꪖꪗ ꪑꪖ᥅꠸ꫀ👽
(sixteen;achyls;outside sunny center)(tags;malcom)

ramsay enjoyed the sun on her face, her long white hair blown back by the wind as her bare feet slapped against the hard concrete. it'd been so long since she'd felt free like this, noticing the men closing in on her she ran quicker. no other thoughts filled her head she was desperate for more freedom, she'd gotten a taste of what she'd missed for 5 years and she couldn't let it go. her eyes followed an suv as it stopped next to her, the man peaked her interest as he called out her name. looking back at the men her heart raced, rubbing her thumb onto her black stone she glanced back. "alright you win old man." she spoke, opening the door she hopped in. she looked at the inside of the door, quickly pressing the lock a couple of times to be safe. "okay we should leave right now, they're not very nice." she rushed, wondering if the man was here to trap her, she scooted further away into the car watching out the windows anxiously.

[rheia]

─ ♤ -- 𝑯𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑯𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔
xxxxxxixxiixxxxxxx [ 15 | bisexual ] [ nemesis [unclaimed] /hermes cabin ] [ location: outside -> en route to sick bay ] [ tags: zeke ]


Of all the interactions he had had in his limited time at camp, Hamish would have to say that this one was probably going the best - not that there was much competition, considering the most substantial one he’d had prior had been with the skeleton trying to put an end to him, but that was besides the point. It was going pretty well, he thought. Zeke seemed cool and had put a stop to his impending annihilation which obviously tipped the scale in his favour. “You know what, Zeke? You’re absolutely right, I’m a delight to know.” He grinned, giving a playful half-bow, “You’re an excellent judge of character, if I do say so myself.”

When Zeke pulled out the curved blade, he was met with a low whistle from the blonde boy. The nerves had already begun to take over, so the awe that he was certainly also feeling did not display itself on his face. The knife was beautiful, and he’d always had a healthy appreciation for a nice blade. “Wow, cool.” Was all he got out. It sounded a little flat, but that was mostly due to the battle adrenaline rapidly wearing off.

At Zeke’s comment, he found himself paling in the face – it was way harsh. Quickly, however, he shook it off and nodded in response to his companion. “So, keep undead army invasions on the weekend’s potential to-do list, got it!” He was nothing if not great at trying to make light of a bad situation. This was all new to him, after all he had been recruited to Camp Half-Blood last summer by a Satyr when his powers had started to manifest without a monster incident, but it wasn’t as though he hadn’t been debriefed about it after arriving at the camp. Still, though, it was certainly different seeing it with his own eyes. “Yeah, you would think there’d be a little more sunshine.” Sighed the boy dramatically in response to Zeke’s mention of the snow. “Y’know, seein’ as it’s summer and all.”

At mention of the sick bay, Hamish nodded enthusiastically, even giving a double thumbs up to emphasise just how great an idea he thought that was. A combination of the wound the skeleton had given him before Zeke stepped in, the following (accidental) blow the other camper had given him and overwhelming post adrenaline rush crash he was experiencing was beginning to seriously turn his stomach. “To sick bay! Gotta say, you are full of great ideas Zeke, that a Hermes kid trait?” He grinned weakly, rubbing at the back of his neck. His lithe hands felt clammy, a stark contrast from the cold skin of his neck. Whilst he was still getting to grips with the camp, Hamish did remember (vaguely) where the sick bay was and wasted no time beginning to set off in its direction.

As he walked, the demigod drummed his hands lightly against the tops of his legs, warily keeping an eye out around the pair in case of any further attacks. “So, that knife of yours, where’d you get it? It’s pretty cool, got me thinking I should probably have a cool weapon, right? I got this sword, but that’s just not that cool is it?” For the most part, the demigod was talking for talking’s sake – something he was pretty known to do – but it helped ground him, keep his thoughts level for the journey to sick bay. If he didn’t talk, he thought his head might explode. It helped fill the time too.

[elliott.]

( ── `honey jade romano , )
i.she/her ii. seventeen, bi iii. iris, cabin 14 iiii. some cabin iv. tags: open

Honey hated fighting.

Which was odd, because her life seemingly revolved around it. Gods knew how many fights and battles and quests she had seen in her time at Camp Half-Blood, where everyone's existence was an issue with the immortal beings that controlled their lives. Fighting was one of the first things you were taught when you came to camp, just in case a random monster decided you smelled good and wanted to take a chunk of you to taste. It was also a common theme in camp games, like Capture the Flag or the infamous chariot races.

But despite owning multiple weapons, Honey preferred using her smarts, or her helpful powers, to outwit enemies instead of fighting them head-on. Which is exactly why instead of turning and fighting the absolute mob of skeleton warriors and their comrades, she made her hands free of any items and made herself useful by simply using photokinesis to help stun the enemies of the campers that were struggling a bit with their fighting. In one occasion, she got so angry that her light actually ended up sparking a small fire inside of a skeleton's ribcage. Admirable, if she wasn't about to get her head taken off.

The dark-haired girl grunted as her shoulders were suddenly grabbed on to, automatically thrusting back her elbow and cringing when the jab went straight through the gap between a skeleton's ribs, although a second jab was able to both break two of the ribs and get the warrior to step back just enough. She reached in her pocket to tug out a velvet box, throwing it to the ground after achieving the small charm inside, not even blinking before suddenly her dagger was in her hands. It was celestial bronze, so it wouldn't do anything except give her time, but that's exactly what she needed.

Glancing at the sun, Honey suddenly moved the dagger so that the end piece reflected the light off of it perfectly, angling it to the skeleton's.... well, what would be it's eyes. She furrowed her eyebrows as she continuously stepped back, avoiding any attempts at a hit from the warrior, before laughing in glee at the flame starting to form from the intense heat against the bone. It was like burning ants with a magnifying glass! As soon as the flame grew into a fire, she gave the skeleton a harsh kick to it's ribs, watching as it's bones splayed on the grass. It wasn't dead, and she knew it'd form again until it was killed completely, but it gave her enough time to run.

And run she did. Honey turned, throwing her dagger in the air and catching it as it turned back into it's charm figure. Picking up the velvet box on the way, the daughter of Iris bolted towards a cabin, not even caring which one it was. The sound of battle around her rung in her ears, and she didn't want the baggage that came with seeing a fellow camper die. As soon as the door was shut to the cabin, she sat herself against a wall, still panting from both her fight and her run.

Gods.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 & 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♃
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: both open separately. iv
i camp jupiter - camp half-blood, outside.

"go,"
the door was complete. it was one thing to create a portal that led from one room to another within the same camp, but another to open one that would take them across the country, across the width of a continent. it had been their job for a while now, their task, and now that it was complete, the two of them were struck with a very similar sense of trepidation. "does it have to be us?" aldous rose, glancing between the arch and the praetor. there were shouts coming from outside. the soldiers had not descended upon the camp yet - they couldn't, after all - but every legionnaire felt as though they were stuck within a box that was having its walls close in, centimetre by centimetre. it was getting claustrophobic at camp jupiter. "shouldn't you go?"
"you have a greater chance of making it back," she responded, her features hardened, her poise immaculate - but her voice wavered, the anxiety within the room becoming palpable. "may fortuna bless you. you'll need it, making company with the greeks. the die is cast. report with news. come back with the politician's head on a pike or don't come back at all." she paused. "who knows? you may like it there."
"funny," conan eyed up the door, looking significantly less stressed about the whole debacle than aldous - though so much was expected. "how will we contact you?"
"they will teach you their methods of communication. we can't risk sending the eagles, so it will have to be via arcus - iris message,"
"well. no time like the present," aldous disagreed. the future was much more appealing. the past, infinitely more ideal. how he would have loved to retreat to the point before the end of days rose its head. "aldi."
"yeah. okay. yeah," he put his hand to the handle, shut his eyes.
"res secundae, boys," the door opened. "oh, i should mention, it's quite co-"
however that word ended was lost as they exited.

and then found, retrospectively, when they landed in a room that was freezing cold. "jesus. s'like hiems' headquarters in here. do they have air conditioning here?"
the step through was disorienting, to say the least, and it took a little while for them to gather their bearings beyond the initial hit of cold air. they were in a room, so much was certain - perhaps one of the cabins that they had been briefed on, but aldous was uncertain. "are you okay?"
"think so. everything's in its rightful place," conan was focusing on the room, taking a look around. "overcast, huh?"
"that's not overcast," the white light coming through the window was something else. aldous stood, saved himself from stumbling, took a look out - "what did you say about hiems?"
"huh?" conan rose his head, looked up, followed the line of his twin's sight to the white landscape that sat outside of the window. "there's no way."
"i didn't pack a jacket," aldous frowned. "are those -"
"that's a ventus," conan stepped back, flipped the coin that he had tucked into his pocket - and from it, the extension of the imperial gold gladius. "right. straight down to business, i guess."
"we're gonna freeze to death," aldous complained, voice a little peaky. "i hate the cold. you know i hate the cold."
"then keep moving. stay warm," as though it was as simple as that. conan made for the door, braced himself, and then opened it, a blast of chilly wind hitting the two of them in equal parts. "can't wait around here all day. it'll get real boring." and then he was off, shooting toward one of the snow spirits with his sword swinging.

well, aldous wasn't going to get shown up in his first impression. he took the key from his pocket, pulling the siccae, and shot off in the direction of another monster. they looked quite the sights with their purple t-shirts and their striped arms, but the matter at hand was the battle, nothing more.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♙
x──────i ii eris proxy. iii thirty-seven. iiii tags: ramsay.
ivi suv.

she stuck out like a sore thumb, bless her.
it didn't take much convincing before she was in the car with him - he did think, hindsight on his side, that it likely looked quite the sight, a car with tinted windows picking up a barefoot teenager, but he had no qualms about his public appearance at the current time. his focus was set on the wild-eyed, chaotic girl that was clambering into the seat. malcolm shuffled up, allowed her the space, ignored the exasperated look in hicks' eyes. "drive, man!" exclaimed. the engine revved, the wheels span, and they were off, the guards nothing more than specks in the wing mirrors after a couple of moments of applied throttle.

"there we go," he said softly, watching them disappear into the background haze. "now, i'm not here to judge, but i'm under the impression, stop me if you've heard this one before, that you're supposed to be locked away somewhere." he raised an eyebrow. "not far from here, actually. and i could - i could absolutely turn around and drop you back. you got into a car with a stranger. i think that's rule one of what not to do in any scenario, but..." a sharp breath in, a wide smile. "it's your lucky day. because you're interesting, ramsay..." give him a moment. "...marie. ramsay marie. that's a lovely name, that is." it gave him pause, looking at her, something rustling beneath the surface, quashed in an instant by forces beyond his control. "so i could get, um... jeremy?"
"james," hicks corrected under his breath.
"james to turn the car around, but i don't think i will. i think you are going to prove to be very, very useful. do you think you could do that?" his eyes widened suddenly. "jesus, i didn't even introduce myself! sorry!" a hand extended to be shaken. "try to poison me and you will find yourself in a hell of a lot more trouble than you care to find, miss marie -" he warned quickly, tone cold for just a moment before the zest returned. "malcolm kingston. pleasure to meet you."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

[☘︎]17|she/her|Hebe|Cabin 7|tags: Kathryn, Emmie

Kathryn didn’t seem too opposed to being passed off from one body to another, which only served to deepen Aoife’s concern. She’d expected a sharp word from the daughter of Hecate. At the very least a suggestive comment. The response did come, albeit a little delayed, but at least she was conscious and talking, and not not bleeding from a phantom bullet. That was an upside. “Wonderful,” she replied, a little flatly, struggling to keep up her usual energy. “I’m sure it was brilliant, love. Sorry I missed it.” Her words were light, and she attempted to keep a pleasant expression on her face, but she couldn’t seem to shake the sense of dread that had been growing in her stomach since the moment she’d entered Cabin Seven--as if seeing the results of the battle she’d been laughing her way through earlier had brought reality crashing in again.

Aoife’s gaze shifted to Emmie when the other girl provided an explanation--one that was slightly more coherent than Kathryn’s garbled ramble. “That’s a relief, though I can’t say I’ll be much help with that either.” She glanced quickly around the space that was only getting more cramped with every passing moment. Nearly every inch of the room seemed to be filled with campers. “It looks like there’s more injured than healers.” The statement came out softer than her previous words, as though she hadn’t really realized she’d said it out loud. She hadn’t meant to. It wasn’t exactly a helpful comment, but she pushed on, turning her attention back to Kathryn. “We’ll find you some nectar then and get you all fixed up.” A moment of hesitation. “If there’s any left...there’s a lot of…” She shook her head, curls bouncing at the vigorous motion. “No, there is. I’ll find you some. Come on.” She steered Kathryn towards one of the empty beds, taking care not to move too fast for the exhausted girl, but still keeping a firm grip around her.

━━━ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

[➳]18|he/him|Athena|The Forge|tags: Relia

Caleb allowed the daughter of Aphrodite to drag him towards the forge, stumbling along behind her as quickly as his feet would carry him. Running away didn’t seem like the most demi-godly approach to a battle, but he didn’t exactly have a chance to question her. So he chose instead to keep his mouth shut and trust that Relia knew what she was doing. If they could make it to the forge, at least they’d have a moment to regain their senses and come up with a better plan of attack. Whether or not they actually made it was a different question entirely. He couldn’t tell exactly what Relia was doing to protect them, but whatever it was it seemed to be draining her, the pace of retreat slowing slightly as they neared their fortress.

They made it to the building, warmth washing over him as they stepped inside. A breath was released and the door was shut between them and the battle. Feelings of cowardice aside, Caleb wasn’t even sure he was supposed to be fighting this battle. He was supposed to be defending Camp. That was what was expected of him. Especially now, having had the mantle of Head Counselor passed onto him temporarily. The conversation he’d had with Aiden came back suddenly, the feeling of guilt returning with it, squeezing at his lungs with an iron grip. Aiden was trusting him--trusting that he’d keep everyone safe. He cared about his half siblings and everyone else, he wasn’t actively trying to endanger anyone, but even the thought crossing his mind felt like a betrayal.

His other job was just to relay information. He hadn’t made any agreements about not defending Camp against whatever Khione sent their way. He didn’t even have confirmation that this was her doing. It seemed the obvious answer, but it’s not like he’d been told anything. If worse came to worst he could simply plead ignorance.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Relia speaking again, offering an explanation for what she’d done to get them out of there. “That’s quite impressive actually. You could use that to--” He bit his tongue. He wasn’t going to suggest that. Not to a younger camper. He’d gotten himself in trouble doing things like that before. “Nevermind. You just take a minute, catch your breath. I’ll take care of this frosty--uh…friend. Not a problem.” He met her gaze with a playfully smug smile before turning his attention to the issue at hand.

Although the venti hadn’t been able to see them making a break for it, it was still close enough to be causing problems. He couldn’t fight it with a dagger. He’d be knocked out before ever getting close enough to get a hit. So he’d make a distraction. He turned back to the forge, eyes scanning the shelves and surrounding material in search of something--anything--he could use to draw the attention of the ventus away from him. His gaze landed on a glass bottle of oil, presumably something used to clean blades or machinery, and he swiped it off the table. “The Hephaestus kids’ll have my head for this one. If anybody asks, you didn’t see me do this.” He said with a stern glance in Relia’s direction, the moment of seriousness lasting very briefly before his face broke into a grin again. He was in his element now. He wasn’t bad in a physical fight, but this was what he was good at; thinking quickly on his feet, coming up with solutions in the heat of the moment. Another moment of searching and he quickly procured a cloth of some sort, doused it with a bit of the oil before pulling the top off the bottle and stuffing it inside.

He paused by the door, drawing in a breath dramatically. “Before I do this...there’s just one thing I want to ask you…” He looked down at Relia, dark gaze full of sincerity. “How does my hair look?” He grinned again. “I’m kidding, it’s always magnificent, I know. Thanks very much, darling. See you in a moment.” He winked before throwing the door open and stepping back into the cold, the bite of the wind feeling even harsher after the stifling warmth of the forge. A lighter was drawn from his pocket, flicked on and the end of the cloth was lit. Without hesitation, he hurled the bottle towards the venti, aiming for the side of it furthest away from him. The bottle struck the ground and exploded in a wall of flame. Though the explosion itself was small, and the flames didn’t manage to reach the snow spirit, it did succeed in drawing it’s attention away, giving Caleb an opportunity to advance.

He drew his dagger again as he ran, sneaking up on the distracted venti and driving the celestial bronze blade into what he assumed was the back of it, though it was hard to tell. The thing whirled around to face him, but Caleb was ready, holding his shield in front of him and driving the spirit backwards. He advanced with his dagger again, but it wasn’t necessary, the venti had retreated directly into the remainder of the shuddering flames from his concoction.

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐎’𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

[✵]17|he/him|Zeus|outside|tags: Mateo, Robyn

The gun was effective, but it felt wrong--it felt real. It was real. He couldn’t deny that, but there was something about fighting off monsters with godly abilities that felt different, like he was living in some fantasy world where things like that were real and normal and acceptable. A gun in his hands felt like war. The cries of the undead made it worse, the screaming for help paired with the fearful expressions was enough to make his stomach turn. These weren’t regular monsters. They had been people, and most of them didn’t look much older than he was.

Collin threw the gun aside. He appreciated Ophelia’s attempt to help him, but they’d have to simply take the advantage of having disarmed one of the soldiers, rather than using the weapon against them. The army seemed to be thinning out, part of him hoped they’d just retreat and stop them from having to kill any more. He looked towards the hill where the undead had first broken through the camp barrier. There were still plenty of campers fighting, the skeletons were thinning out, and Peleus seemed to be chasing down one of them that had stolen the fleece. His gaze landed on a pair nearby, carrying bags and looking a little less than prepared for a fight. Evidently they'd just arrived, and Collin couldn't say he blamed them for looking a little lost and confused.

Making sure all the other campers were safe was a priority, more important than trying to kill the oncoming army. That was an easy conclusion to make. Without a second thought, he was heading in their direction, doing his best to avoid the ghosts and venti in his path. “Hey!” he called, waving a hand when he was close enough to get their attention. “You two alright? Arrived at a bit of an awkward time if I’m being honest.” That was an understatement, but there wasn’t really a better way of putting it.

[Kveykva]

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────────── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬
[✦] | Hephaestus | 18 | Male | Campfire ➡ Cabin 7| Tags: Jude, Ryan, Aydan, Ophelia, Felix
❝ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒❞

Someone responded to his summons, taking the role of doctor. Good, so at least someone was in charge. Ryan's hopes were soon dashed as soon as he saw the individual who claimed the mantle. He was barely older than the rest of them, and Ryan couldn't say he blamed the poor kid for barely holding back the tide of a mental breakdown. "Whoa hey, s-slow down." It ended just as quickly as it began. "Ryan," he said shortly. "No, she's—shot. Phantom bullet as well." He placed her on the bed, letting her grip his hand as an outlet for her pain. A grave mistake, as the young hunter was deceptively strong. Once her grip relaxed, Ryan freed his hand and shook it out. "Take a deep breath, in and out." He rested a hand on Felix's shoulder, performing the exercise with him. "It's going to be fine. You can keep it together, we're all going to get through this. Just stay calm, breathe, and everything will be dandy." Once the child of Apollo seemed to get a better handle on his entirely justified stress, Ryan turned his attention to the rest of the crowded cabin. "If there's nothing to treat, then we'll shoot for pain management instead. Start getting everybody comfortable and I'll clear out the loiterers." Raising his voice now to the dozens of campers sandwiched between him and the door: "Alright, everyone! Unless you're burnt, broke, or bleeding, clear out! We don't have enough space to spare unless you're actually injured."

Wilhelm was more tempered to this than a lot of people thought. Howling winds, wailing allies, the rattle of bones and the scream of gunfire did little to shake the steadfast son of Hephaestus. One step at a time, he guided his half-sister out of the fire, not allowing her the chance to argue. Later would have to do. "Everyone's not dead yet," that was one way to throw a silver lining on it. "Yet." He reaffirmed. "That could change on a dime, no way o' knowin'." Somewhere behind him, he heard an accusation thrown his way. "That bastard shot my sister!" His hand clenched on Jude's shoulder. "Don't start pickin' a fight y' can't win, boy."

The cabin door wasn't nearly big enough for the overflowing stream of campers flooding for the infirmary, but some semblance of order had arisen from the chaos. Two by two, pairs entered in. It wasn't long before their turn, but within a few seconds, Will found himself pressed to Jude's side, nearly pinned against the cabin wall. "Damn─tighter than bark on a tree in 'ere." From his vantage point over the crowd, he noticed someone starting to clear everyone out. Within a few minutes, they had room to breathe, and Will pulled up a chair for Jude to sit in. It didn't look like there were any open beds. "Is she injured?" an older camper greeted the pair, somehow keeping a calm demeanor in the thick of everything. "I don' think. Cold is all, bad cold." The Apollo camper took Jude's hand. "Not good." He murmured. "But fixable. I'll take care of her, we've got a lot of work to do here and we need the space. You're going to have to wait outside─" "Like hell!" Will countered. "I ain't leavin' her 'ere, I'm staying." "I wasn't asking." He wasn't fazed by Will's size, and he looked as though he could hold his own. "Wait outside. You can come back and check on her once the chaos dies down, alright? Promise." Will couldn't say he was happy about it, but reluctantly, he obeyed the other's request, filtering out the door with the dozens of others who'd been given the boot.

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[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | Cabin Bushes ➡ Cabin 7 | Tags: Juliet, Ryan
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

They stopped. Juliet was right about that one. Lucy's song retreated to a quiet hum, barely enough to lull the other's wacked psyche. "What do you see?" She whispered to the bushes, which were still trembling from the sounds of Village people tormenting their branches. They parted ever so slightly to give her a peek of the world outside. The undead, ghosts and skeletons collectively, had ceased fire for the most part. Many of them looked as though they'd just woken from a trance, examining themselves and each other. What she hadn't expected was the shouting. "Wh-What the hell?!" one of them shrieked, his firearm dropping into the snow. A skeleton shared his horror, but aside from its ghastly breathing, it couldn't form any words. "There's no flesh on you!" Many more of the soldiers were coming to the same realization: they were dead. All of them. "I'm─I didn't make it home. None of us did."

Lucy wondered if this was some off-the-wall tactic to lower the campers' guard, but she wasn't about to buy into that sympathy. "They're distracted." She decided, shifting Juliet into a bridal carry. "Let's go, we'll make this quick." With a hop, skip, and a jump, the two girls sprang out of the bushes and across the clearing, landing themselves in front of Cabin 7. It only looked more crowded than before. "Quit standing around!" She snapped at the dozens of campers hovering just outside the building. "Make yourselves useful, why don't you? There are still monsters swarming the camp!" Lucy pushed her way through the crowd and shouldered open the door, coughing slightly at the stale air within the cabin. "Another one?" The question came from a face she didn't recognize. "Here, set her down here." He briefly left Jude to vacate a second chair for Juliet, which Lucy deposited her into. "Alright same song and dance as before, you're gonna... what─what are you doing?" Lucy turned, violin in one hand and bow in the other. "There's no sense in letting them sit here and suffer. You need all the help you can get." He blinked and pressed his hands together, fingertips to his lips. "Okay, I'm as much of a Beethoven fan as the next guy, but... how does that help?" Lucy gave him a look of insult, as though he'd spat on her mother's grave. "How does it help?" She scoffed with a short laugh. "Musical healing. Are you daft?" The way his eyes glazed over made it appear that way. "I'll admit that's a new one, and with everything else going on I'll just. Take your word for it. Carry on."

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[✦] | Oracle of Delphi | 23 | Male | ➡ Cabin 10 | Tags: Jack, Astra, Aphrodite NPCs, Honey
❝ 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠❞

To his dismay, the other camper didn't sound certain of anything either. He felt a lump swelling in his throat as the reality of the situation started closing in. They might die. They very well could die here, and that was very real. The monsters swarming outside, fueled by the storm were just as real as the undead clawing their way out from the underworld. We're going to die. Might. Might. Might. Positivity was the key here. Still, he missed the days when he could pretend it wasn't all real, that gods didn't have grudges held against mortals and that legends stayed dead. It was nice while it lasted, he guessed. The sound of wind clawing at the windows raked his ears like nails on a chalkboard. The last thing he needed right now was a panic attack, but it seemed like the fates had other ideas. "They'll keep you safe." He told the camper clinging onto him. He didn't do well with hugs, so as politely as he could, he pried her off, ushering the young demigod to join the rest of the group.

He'd barely begun his breathing exercises to calm down when the door burst open, breath catching in his throat. It wasn't a ventus or a skeleton, but that didn't stop him from nearly choking on his pounding heart. It took him a second, but he recognized her. That didn't mean he remembered her name, but at least she wasn't an enemy. Or here to kill them. "You look terrible." That was not the correct way to greet someone. "Are... are you okay?" Cain managed, starting to collect himself after nearly jumping out of his skin. He sat forward, wobbling a bit on his knees before making his way over to Honey. "I think we're safe in here."