Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[The Fox]

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"Nice." Chad mumbled to himself. He took to cover the two while Reese was helping Auggie. "I was being more descriptive than anything. She did blast me with some ice earlier." He looked down to the two, hoping Auggie would be able to walk.

"Does she-" Chad caught himself. His questioning was unimportant right now. He could ask about her attitude later, and maybe criticize her for being a stubborn idiot on a battlefield. It's foolish to think one person sacrificing themself without a game plan would be helpful. "I have some ambrosia on hand. I'm not sure it would help her ice powers, but it should at least clear any pain she's in."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|outside|tags: Chad, Reese

There was movement around her, the sound of bone scraping against bone, and for a moment, Auggie thought it was the skeletons closing in on her. She attempted to move. Her brain was sending the signals to her body to move, but her limbs didn’t seem to be listening as she remained hunched over on the ground, gasping for breath. Whatever had formed around her shifted again and she became dimly aware of someone next to her, asking a question. He hadn’t finished the question, but the fact that he’d even thought to ask it made her bristle. She shot Reese a half-hearted glare, biting back a response through gritted teeth. “Do I look like I’m—” She winced. “My arm— I’m— it’s—” Her head was in a fog, the words wouldn’t come out.

She’d been shot. Auggie was almost certain of that. She’d seen the gun pointed in her direction, heard the loud bang ring out—but she couldn’t feel any blood. The exhaustion had been bad enough. It had been stupid to overuse her powers the way she had, to continue throwing herself into the fight without pausing to catch her breath, but she didn’t really care. There were bigger things to worry about. If anything, she was only angrier now; angry at the skeletal soldier for knocking her down, at herself for getting knocked down, at Reese for almost asking stupid questions.

There was another shot nearby and Auggie flinched involuntarily. Then came another voice, one that she was starting to get incredibly sick of, but she didn’t have the strength to tell him that at the moment. “The fleece…” she mumbled, shoving the object’s disguised form in the direction of the second voice. “Take...get it to...the tree.” She wasn’t sure how coherent her speech was, mostly focused on the searing pain in her arm, but she could only hope he’d understand.

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

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

Without really thinking—she usually didn’t—a laugh escaped her. It wasn’t really that funny, but the girl's delirious state added to the comedic effect. Kathryn’s smile quickly faded and Aoife understood why a beat later, her amused expression melting away as well. “Oh…I mean that would make them a lot of money. If they were purposely...you know what? Never mind.” One of the Apollo kids was playing music and the daughter of Hecate already seemed to be perking up a bit. Aoife could feel herself beginning to grow stronger as the notes of the violin rang throughout the cabin. Someone shouted a request for Free Bird and she snorted out a laugh. Seeing that Kathryn was safely settled on a bed, she cast a glance around the crowded room, her eyes quickly landing on a supply of ambrosia left on one of the tables. "I'll be right back." She dodged between a few of the other campers to retrieve it, bringing the container back over to Kathryn and holding it out to her. “Here. Maybe don’t take too much. Wouldn’t want you bursting into flames or anything. That’s probably not ideal.”

[norvina!]

ναℓєηтιηα вι¢¢нιєяι🍇
(twenty-two;dionysus;around big house ruins)(tags;riley)

val chuckled at her sarcasm, nodding "val is right, although I can't quite remember your name." she frowned, wondering if she'd known this girl. she could agree with the girl, yet she felt today was only one of the days in the series of bad days that had affected the camp. glancing over at the skeleton she frowned, "someone was controlling them, they must've lost the connection?" she took a puff of her pen, the cherry smell soothed her anxiety. reaching into her hoodie pocket she pulled out a piece of ambrosia. holding it out to riley "always carry enough when going into a fight." val nudged the head of the skeleton with her foot, "this would make a pretty cool decoration." she spoke, debating on beheading the skeleton. "it's always crazy here, everything about this is crazy."

᥅ꪖꪑᦓꪖꪗ ꪑꪖ᥅꠸ꫀ👽
(sixteen;achyls;inside suv)(tags;malcom)

ramsay felt a bit relaxed as they sped away from the building and the men, her moment of relaxation didn't last long as the man spoke. she frowned at his threat, wondering how she could've grabbed his attention. she'd felt once again like a caged animal, her taste of freedom had only been a trap. yet strangely enough she'd felt a sense of trust with the man, as he reached his hand out she glanced up her black eyes staring into him. ramsay couldn't help but snicker, her light giggles turning into full on laughter "you're funny mister." her thin pale hand shook his "so are you some sort of stalker?" she asked, leaning back into the seat. "what's in it for me?" she asked, her throat burned as she spoke. it had been awhile since the girl had a decent drink, especially after all the running "do you have something to drink..malcom?"

🌨️αηαѕтαѕια уαнσηтσν
(fourteen;khione;cabin twenty-two)(tags;aydan)

ana sat far back on her bunk, trying to relaz x as she ran inside away from the attack. the venti she'd seen made her stomach ache, her mother sent shivers down her spine. her mind raced as she bit her lip, wondering what would happen to the camp she jumped as the cabin door opened. "hello..?" she called out, spotting the boy as he plopped onto his bed. "is this your cabin too?" she asked, she felt a bit excitement at the thought of having a sibling.

[WitchHazel]

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

Mirabelle absently listened to the other demigods chatter amongst themselves as she twirled a fork through her salad. Her appetite had returned some when she had taken her first bites, which was a small relief given everything on her mind. A quick glance out one of the large windows told her that the snow hadn't let up any since they had entered the diner. We should really hurry up... I don't want Ash and the pegasi to freeze to death out there. Besides that, it was getting late. It had taken much more time than she had thought it would to get even close to Laurel's aunt's house, and it wouldn't do to have the pegasi flying home alone in the dark. As she nursed her hot chocolate and nibbled a leaf of lettuce, the tall blonde retrieved the folded-up road map from her coat pocket. Following their pink highlighter-outlined route, she could see that their destination was only a few blocks away. That's reassuring at least. The thought of getting into a car wasn't, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. If worst comes to worst, I can take some Dramamine. I'll be pretty out-of-it, but that's probably better than getting carsick... right? Being woozy would not suffice if - no, when they were attacked by monsters, though. If there was anything Mirabelle had learned from past quests, it was to always be on guard. That, and that monsters could attack at any time, in any location. Just the thought of it made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She cast a cautious look around the diner, scanning for any unusual activity just in case. Unless coffee-lady staring at them with a grumpy expression on her face counted, they were in the clear as far as she could tell. Let's hope that lasts.

|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin Seven|Tags: Lucy; Cabin Seven Crowd/open|

Before Juliet even knew what was happening, she was being swept up into a bridal carry. "Normally I'd say you gotta walk down the isle and do the hora to Hava Nagila before we get to this point, but I don't think those ghosts and skeletons would make a very lively wedding party." Even cold and out-of-it as she was, the jokes never stopped.
When they reached the Apollo cabin, Juliet found herself unceremoniously dumped into a chair and left to deal with some Apollo kid whose name she couldn't remember asking her all sorts of annoying questions about her injuries. Were they injuries? There was no blood. That didn't change the fact that everything still hurt like hell. Someone started playing a string instrument, though Juliet couldn't see who through the throng of moving bodies. "Play Free Bird!" she yelled above the din, a tired smirk tugging at her lips.

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

Kathryn was about to make another jibe but Aoife was off, returning moments later with a few squares of ambrosia in a small container. "Thanks, doll." She popped one of the cubes into her mouth and nearly sank into wistful reverie at the flavor of Nenek's cooking. As her mind came back into focus, she registered what the other demigod had said. "You don't think I'm hot enough to combust all on my own?" Kathryn huffed, though a flirtatious smirk played across her lips. "I'm offended!"


|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Canoe Lake --> to cabins|Tags: Hannah|

"Like, sounds good, man!" Chuck bleated, flipping Hannah and the nymphs a big thumbs-up. "If you wanna come, like, be my guest, but there are like, plenty of stragglers hanging around. Uh, like venti, I mean." Most of them seemed to have retreated, though there were still a few confused-looking wind spirits lingering inside the border. "I'm gonna book it though, so like, feel free to join, man." He started heading back towards the cabins area, walking at a comfortable pace so Hannah could keep up if she wished to.


|⊙|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|

Will that insufferable son of Zeus ever cease his mindless chatter? Vivienne had to fight back the urge to roll her eyes again. He simply prattles on and on... an endless stream of babble. Has he ever even heard of the term 'peace and quiet'!? Still, some of what he said could potentially be used in the future... she filed that information away for later. I am fatigued, frustrated, and thoroughly ashamed that I have shown such... such... emotion in the presence of a sworn enemy. Can we please leave now? She cast an almost pleading look at Nicholas, urging him to wrap things up. I just want to go home. Home. No, she couldn't go home. Because Khione was there, and if Vivienne returned to Khione having failed... A momentary grimace shaped her sharp features. I cannot return to her a failure. But where else can I go? Is it better to suffer the consequences? In her mind's eye, she could already see the goddess's face blazing with fury. That male carrying the gun should have just sent me down to Hades. At least he would be more forgiving than mother. The boy would have, had Nicholas not saved her at the last minute. But why didn't the girl of smoke and flame? That - that Jude.
"i'm sorry that you lost her. i'm sorry that you're hurting, i am, i'm so -"
NO! Get out, get out of my head!
"i'm so sorry, vivienne."
Her voice was like a plague; infesting Vivienne's thoughts and accosting her ears from the sea of recent memory.
"i don't want to fight you, but i can't -"
Get out, get out, GET OUT!
The temperature around Vivienne plummeted. Without a word, she briskly stalked past the chattering fools in the direction of the exit. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't even know where she was. But she didn't care. In that moment, all that mattered was getting out, getting away from the people in that room, and most of all, getting away from her own mind.

[sammy,]

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

"it's different when it's work," elfie said. "i wasn't doing it for fun. i just happened to be good at it." it was a shame - a lot of potential hobbies lost that way. "healing must be fun, right?" elfie asked as she took aim. "you don't really have to worry about stuff. you just... do it." her father, on the other hand, had blessed her with wine that she couldn't drink and insanity that had a hell of a backfire. but for now, it was doing her well. the skeletons and the ghosts were losing their grip on reality, descending into madness that filled a pit in her stomach. no anxiety left, just ecstasy, the rolling result. she had forgotten how good it felt.

one of the repercussions, though - forgotten in the heat of the moment - was the fact that her hyperfocus had been distilled. she was no longer aware of her surroundings, more fixated on whatever she was looking at, and the impact -
well, the impact was predictable. but it shocked her all the same.

on her right, unbeknownst to her, one of the venti had made its way on over. a blast of ice - elfie made a cut-off noise of shock, the bow dropping to the ground. it was just her shoulder. it was fine. it would be fine. it hurt. oddly enough, it felt like burning, like sticking her skin into a vat of liquid nitrogen. the thing danced, as though pleased - paris was on the ground. she still had maelstrom. if she could move her arm, unclasp the cuff, then it would be fine.

maybe it wasn't fine. another blast of icy wind, chips and shards of freezing water crashing against her face at great speed.

she could make it go mad. she could force it to succumb to the same fate as the spirits. she could do that. but she was frightened, her mind scattered, unfocused. dying to a ventus felt a better fate than falling into that spiral again.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♅
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: emmie. ivi the campfire.

it was taking a bit of getting used to - the cold on bare arms, the strange new locations, the creatures that he wasn't as familiar with as he perhaps should have been, but at the end of the day, conan was having quite a bit of fun.
there was a certain rush to slicing down the snow spirits, watching them shatter into pieces, fragments of ice that settled upon the white blanket below his boot-clad feet. it was work, and he was freezing cold - that much was true - but the fact of the matter was that he was in his element. jupiter had had soldiers - mortal soldiers. half-blood had venti. he knew what he preferred. there was no moral ambiguity involved with killing these foul creatures.
all good? the communication reservoire opened, just for a moment.
cold. was the response, more annoyed than agonised. that was fine.

he had been in the flow of it all when a scream sounded, pained and loud - marked by a crack of thunder, a branch of lightning. "di immortales," escaped from his mouth, the slaughter forgotten for a moment as he searched for the source of the noise. someone was in pain, evidently. a lot of it. somewhere close to the cabins he had slightly veered from - he made his way back in that direction, and there, beside the fire, a girl sitting in the snow, crying.

"are you alright?" came his shout, venturing forward in a rush. "you're not bleeding. you're just - has - was that a battle cry? that's a li'l barbarian, but..." she was crying. "you shouldn't be out here. you're a sitting duck. what are you doing?" paint him baffled. "you're gonna freeze to death." like he had any foot to stand on on that matter, given the only protection from the cold upon his torso being the violet camp jupiter t-shirt. to say he had goosebumps was an understatement - they were goosehills, goosemountains. "do you need, um... uh, help?" he wasn't good with the emotionally distraught, but he could try. the gladius in his hand was flipped, reducing back to a coin which was promptly pocketed.

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♃
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: vittorio. ivi outside.

cold, indeed.
but there was a job to be done. this hadn't been an anticipated part of it, but a job nevertheless. every reasonable part of aldous' mind said that this was not something that they should have been doing - whether it was a task placed in their hands or not, it felt like they were a little out of their depth. but conan appeared to be having fun, if his flailing of terminus said anything, and he supposed it was simply a case of grinning and bearing it.

his brother had always been the one famed in combat. the gladiator of the two, the one who came out on top, aldous shrinking in his shadow, but this was something of a mistake from those who judged outside. conan was revered because he was good in a fight and loud about it. al just knew when to pick his battles. to be underestimated was a gift.
orsus extended, glinting in the dull, snow-pierced light, he began the battle against the skeletons that appeared to crumble a little too easily, the venti that roared and fell when he admonished trained, slicing arcs upon their hazy heads.

he didn't know how they did things at camp half-blood. it was, quite literally, all greek to him - but there was something quite bizarre about seeing a boy his age punching a skeleton into bits with his bare hands. that wasn't quite how he pictured their method of killing.

a rumble of thunder, a crack of lightning, an echoed scream - too far away for him to do anything about it, but concerning nevertheless. "hello?" he approached with a jog when the battle appeared to cease. "do you not have a more... you're not just using your hands, are you?" not very good with starting conversation in the best of situations, let alone in such dire times. a quick, intense shiver. "i think i arrived at a bad time. how did this happen? don't you have protections?"

that was a bad way to introduce himself. even he could tell that. so, backtracking a bit. "sorry. i just - i wasn't expecting this. this wasn't... we thought... i don't know. this is all a bit crap, if i'm being honest. and it's freezing."

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

the handshake did not have the intended response, but that was alright. malcolm a few fragmented chuckles escape from him as well, shaking his head. but then it was taken, a sense of contentedness from the short action. formalities were a faff-on, but they were a comfortable fallback. "a stalker?" he repeated. "i'm not a stalker, i'm a politican." though, the two were certainly not mutually exclusive. he had heard stories. "i'm just a man." he said. "most of the time. i've got a missus, rattling around, telling me secrets. she was pretty persistent about you. she wanted me to meet you. i think i can see why."

she was bold, he would give her that. "are you trying to bargain with me? knowing that i could send you right back into that cesspit?" in a way, it was rather admirable. she knew her worth. and she was thirsty. they were near shop - that'd do. "i'll sort that now. jeremy!"
"james." dan corrected again. he was watching ramsay like a specimen.
"stop outside there, would you? there's a good lad," when the driver did (with ample huffing and puffing), the request turned to hicks. "drop in and get a fanta. get two. get yourself one, if you fancy. we can all have a fanta. jez can have one as well." a debit card extended to the guard.
"his name is -" hicks pursed his lips, seemed to think better of it, and sighed, taking the card. "alright."

it was only brief - in and out, but when he returned, carrying a four-pack of fanta, malcolm grinned. "there you go. have that," a can passed over to ramsay. "much more where that came from. fanta on tap. you'll be helping me out, as well. otherwise i'll end up cracking open a bottle of pinot grigio and twitter abusing the former cast of glee, and i don't think anyone wants to see that."

[sweet.peaches~]

🌺 robyn adams | 17 | she/her | aphrodite | location: thalia's tree | tags: mateo, collin
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always up for a fight? well, i know that's you, but that's flawed thinking. robyn didn't wasn't as keen as to get killed in a battle, however she supposed there wasn't much choice when you're a demigod. perhaps that was why she didn't like fighting - it was in her blood as a daughter of aphrodite. "just stating the truth," she admitted but there was a mental reminder not to act like that in front of others. mateo was one of her closest friend, there'd be people who wouldn't be as nice to her. probably because she didn't deserve it. robyn had to shake away the thoughts away when she felt the son of hephaestus pushing her back. there's another monster? she looked around anxiously but met the figure of collin. "hey," the greeting seemed too casual. she decided to slightly wave back. it felt rude not to. "you two alright? arrived at a bit of an awkward time if I'm being honest." mateo took the words out of her mouth and robyn couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. loud laughter would be inappropriate during whatever was happening, but even a small giggle felt weird.

"what in the gods is going on here?" no other question she had would top that so she decided to just await the son of zeus' response. the presence of mateo had helped but her surroundings weren't so beneficial considering new york summers weren't supposed to have snow everywhere. nor any combat that had skeletons against her. do deep breaths when you're stressed, her father had told her. too bad he wasn't here or robyn would have muttered, sounds so easy when you're not struggling to breathe. luckily she had calmed down. tried to. it mostly worked. but that wasn't important when her friends were most likely hurt in the infirmary. nope, the infirmary is gone. she prayed to the gods for them to be okay but they didn't seem to be helping the camp whatsoever from the looks of it. thanks, mom, robyn internally groaned. it's awesome to know i can rely you when i need you the most.

⚡ riley palmer | 16 | she/her | zeus | location: around big house ruins | tags: val
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she raised an eyebrow. "really? thought everybody already knew. or at least they should," riley held out an arm for her to shake. "riley palmer, daughter of zeus. let's hope you don't forget after this," she smirked. the theory made sense and she nodded. "well, that's good. too bad i couldn't really stab them before it happened. i mean they're not necessarily dead just yet, i think he's having some sort of existential crisis." she might have to kill them to remove their suffering. there wasn't much for them to do anyways. they were dead. they should have remained dead. the cherry smell had caught her off-guard at first but riley happily accepted the ambrosia. "i guess i was under-packed for the occasion. in my defense, i was coming to the meeting and was not prepared for any sort of ambush." besides, her nectar and ambrosia was stored in her cabin. she wasn't even prepared to go to the zeus cabin. taking the small piece and placing it into her mouth, riley was overwhelmed with the taste of chocolate cake. not to mention memories -

it was her ninth birthday and her mom had actually taken the time to make something for her. normally the babysitter would, or they would go buy something from their local bakery. but today had been different. after taking the bus from school to home, nine-year-old riley had discovered a cake and a handwritten note on the counter. 'sorry for being busy. happy birthday!' was all it had said, but she had been content with it. not only was the cake delicious, but it was her favorite cake flavor. she didn't know how her mom knew she adored chocolate cake, but riley had enjoyed every single slice of it. that made her more interested in getting her mother's attention. which hadn't worked; she was busy all the time. things were so much simpler when she didn't know she was a half-blood. it may have been both a curse or blessing.

- swallowing the ambrosia, she had barely recognized what val had said next. "yeah, would be a cool 'spoil of war.' if we do murder them again," it felt odd that she was considering making an undead soldier die, "i hope it's their skull and not a single bone. would've been a waste of time." riley wondered if she could get profit out of it. maybe one of the hades or thanatos kids would want a piece of the skeleton. "it's always crazy here, everything about this is crazy." the daughter of dionysus was right. maybe she wasn't used to camp half-blood, which was weird. she had been a full-camper for about two to three years, but riley wanted to spend her birthday at home. she ended up staying for the whole school year. life doesn't often go your way. "you ever wish it wasn't crazy?" she asked, remembering how easy mortal life was compared to being a demigod. "i don't like my days getting interrupted by monsters." nobody really did, so riley awaited a simply 'of course' for an answer.

🐋 hannah nye | immortal | she/her | naiad | location: canoe lake -> | tags: chuck, npc naiads -> open
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she made a decision. chuck would be perfectly fine by himself. there was no need for her to be there. "best of luck," hannah called out. did he really need the good luck though? the nymph wasn't sure, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. her mother had taught her that, after all. turning back to the naiads, she ordered, "stay here. i think we're all good for now, but fight your way out or hide in one of the cabins if necessary." one of the nymph in the crowd loudly asked, "where are you going?" hannah shrugged. "we'll see." that was mostly her lie. they didn't need to know that. walking away with a little wave, she shifted her direction to the cabin area. gotta find my sketchbook. the naiad was exhausted from fighting and wanted to just sit down and draw. plus, she had to find some use for the supplies she had desperately made sure did not fall out during the attack. where did i put it? hannah wondered. her boots carried her through the snow, leaving footsteps on the white ground. it had been only a few days and yet she was already tired of the weather. screw this, i'm gonna take a nap and warm up in the pan cabin after getting it. if hannah was the only one, she would definitely question the insanity of the other campers. i want summer.

[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❞

Will clenched his jaw, but he made no further comment. Now wasn't the time for this; everyone's wounds were fresh and their emotions weren't to be trusted. He worried he'd end up doing something he'd regret. Behind him, the door to cabin 7 flew open, making way for the girl who'd been helping the other injured camper to the infirmary. "Kickin' everyone out," he muttered. "Y' better keep that friend of yers in check, 'fore he picks a fight with th' wrong camper." Although Aydan already had, there were more volatile options besides himself. After a moment, Will turned to her, arms crossed over his chest. "I owe y' an explanation."

The noise inside the cabin was distracting, its volume threatening to drown its residents. It didn't bother Ryan much, but the factor as to why was a mystery. It could be any number of reasons, none of which were important at the time. A couple of his patients had some grudges held, it seemed. "Now isn't the time for that," he chided, gentle yet firm. They weren't equipped in any fashion he was familiar with, and a lot of their methods seemed like "eat this and you'll be dandy." He didn't argue, because it worked in most cases. Hardly any of what Felix or any of the others said up to this point made a lick of sense. "It's fine," Ryan assured the camper. She was freezing, but it was strange to discover his hands were colder than she was. He hadn't seemed to notice. "I've been a trauma nurse for years, it doesn't really get to me anymore." A half-truth. He draped another blanket over her shoulders, wrapping her up snugly. "Best we can really do is keep you insulated and keep you away from the door. If you need anything, give a shout and wave one of us down." With that, he changed gears, turning his attention to the camper he'd heard called Juliet. It baffled him to discover that one of the girls standing in the back playing some violin piece was doing wonders to ease everyone's pain, but it didn't change their number of patients. A brief chat with the child of Apollo tending to her informed him that she was both nearly hypothermic and suffering ghost bullet syndrome. Or whatever they planned to call it. "Same song and dance," he murmured half to himself, gathering some blankets. "Where does it hurt the most?"

──────── 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫
[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ Ma's Diner | Tags: Dahlia, Aggy, Questing Group
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞

"Is that what his real name is?" Aiden asked, plucking the newly dubbed "Peter Pebble" from the table and returning it to his pocket. "I remember Spiderman a little bit, there was this one kid I went to school with in Lexington who was obsessed with it. He said he wanted to be a superhero when he grew up." Aiden took a sip of his water. "I'd hoped I'd never have to start living his dream." Their food came out in perfect time, and as Aiden retrieved his chicken tenders from the waitress, he put in a request for a to-go order before they left. "You can just put it on mine." The tic tac toe game was given a bit of scrutiny before he placed a circle in the right middle square, sending it back to Aggy next to him.

For a moment, everything seemed alright. He could pretend it wasn't snowing in the middle of June, and demigods weren't facing persecution from all angles. It would be better if Khione and Vivienne were the only threats they were facing. "Before we get going, there's something else you guys should know about." He moved his half-finished tenders and fries aside and pulled a crinkled newspaper from his jacket. "We've got other things to worry about besides making it to Mount Marcy."

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

He'd insulted her, but she didn't sound too taken by it. A positive, he supposed. Let's see how long it took for his luck to run out. "Okay is good." Cain managed, gulping down a few deep breaths to calm his heart. "Y-You're brave, at least. I can't even—" the thought alone completely reversed his attempts to keep calm. "I don't like ghosts." That was an understatement.

After a few minutes, his adrenaline started to fade, and the pain screaming from his arm became more apparent, leaving his attention divided. He tried to ignore it; he wanted to ignore it, because maybe if he turned a blind eye to the pain long enough it would go away. The fool-proof tactic to fend off monsters in the closet never seemed to work for Cain, so it was no surprise when it failed him once again. He tugged the sleeve up to his elbow, dismayed to find his arm coated in a thin layer of frost, unbothered by the cabin's warmth. He didn't know what a ventus was capable of, but common sense told him this bite wasn't good. "It hurts." How much was the real question, and Cain wasn't certain he could give an accurate rating. "It hurts a lot." That will have to do.

[takara]

☂ | 𝙾𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 | Location: Cabin Circle | tags: Will | mentions:

Ophelia shrugged at the comment. It hadn't been for her, really. An observation, not meant to be anything more than hot air. Still, she held her bandaged hands up, pale cotten swathed in layers of flesh colored self-adhesive of some sort. They were well done, and she had to appreaciate the handiwork of the Apollo camper, even though his personality was terribly offputting.

She looked up at Wilhelm's next words, more relieved than concerned. Aydan's a dummy, but he's not stupid. My friend will be fine. She'd have to consider these feelings, these not-quite-a-friend-but-not-not-a-friend emotions that buzzed around her head, knocking into her train of thought at the worst times. But it was all happening so fast. Later, she told herself, packing those feelings neatly away.

"Yeah, you do," Ophelia confirmed, running a calculating look over Will before meeting his eyes. Unconsiously, her arms crossed over her chest as she cocked an eyebrow up at him. She didn't like craning her neck for anyone, it felt like a fist to her airways: threatening her pride and tightening a hand around her neck. 1,2,3, breathe! She told herself, fighting the urge to flee. Shhh, he's not-there's no reason to- "To start: your name. " She said flatly, not bothering to offer her own. Her fingers wrapped tight to her biceps, trying to rub warmth, feeling, back into them.

✁ | ℜ𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔰𝔬𝔫
17 | Hades/Cabin 13 | Location: Outside | tags: Auggie, Chad-> | mentions:

"Alright. I will be taking your good side then, and we can get right to cabin seven" Reese said evenly. Having worked in a hospital setting, Reese was more than accustomed to patients in pain trying to take said pain out on him. When Auggie scolded him, he was too busy making use of the fact that she was still on her feet to feel a personal attack. He shuffled the bone wall around them, forming it into more of a fence that cleared a path for them than any sort of shelter.

Reese took to said side, allowing her to toss the fleece with it before starting to reach for it. While doing so, he focused on thickening the skeletal wall on her bad side, protecting from any future-BANG!

Reese could not help it. He screamed. The pain echoing from his hit like a freight train. A string of colorful curses escaped him, but then he ran out of breath for them. And it was not returning to him. He gulped at the too thick air, suddenly a beached fish on a parched sea. Oh god, oh god, oh god! His head was out of thoughts, out of feelings besides fighting for air

☄ | 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓴𝓪 "𝓐𝓰𝓰𝔂" 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷
15 | She/her | Unknown (Ares)/Cabin 11| Location: Ma's Diner | tags: Quest group | mentions: Aiden,

Aggy tuned out to the world when the food. She watched the waitress' every move, delivering a salad to Mira (ewwww! And here I was, thinking she had taste!) and chicken tenders to her seat mate (I swear to every god, if he's not going to finish those, I will!)

Aggy scrawled an x in the upper righthand box, then shoved it back at Aiden, watching him lift a tender with all the intensity of an executioner. Her focus was only broken by waitress, finally holding a burger and fries aloft. Aggy grinned when the plate was set before her, the overcrisped burger and soft fries a portrait of heaven to the famished girl. She went about consuming it with a gusto, taking a huge bite out of her burger, then gnawing on it with an open mouth while she slathered the fries in offbrand ketchup. She shoved in a fry to join the remains of her burger. Yep, perfect.

Again? Isn't this a camp? Aren't we supposed to have fun? She rolled her eyes at Aiden's solemn tone, but her mouth was too occupied to make a remark. She steadied on, shoveling the remains of her food into her mouth while half-listening to what 'oh-so-horrible!' Thing awaited them next.

➹ | 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤" 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
17 | He/him | Apollo/Cabin 7 Head Counselor | Location: Cabin Circle | tags: [Izzy], Elfie

"Oh," That sounds awful. But she's so causal about it. Hank scratched the back of his neck, then tried to settle back into the rhythm, holding up his arrow laden bow. He looked over the field, but the targets were scattered, too busy clutching at their heads to advance to a good shooting distance. At her assumption of his healing prowess, Hank let his bow down and turned to study her expression. She's kidding, right? It didn't appear so.

He shrugged, turning back to the task at hand. "I think, my healing is like your archery, but no one bothered to teach me how. It's like... a gut feeling: I know what to do, kinda, but my hands don't know what my head is telling 'em." And no one will. There's a reason I was kicked from the infirmary. But that might also have been the jokes. It's not my fault that she couldn't take being asked if her femur "snapped, crackled or popped"!

Something slammed into Elfie, bursting out of thin air. The man lashed her with a snowball, no doubt hiding malicious within the ice chunk. Izzy barked at the sudden appearance: she'd been caught off guard as well. His stomach dropped, and he once again cursed his lack of mist senses. That's not a person! Hank let his bow down, sliding it onto an ice drift. His now free hand dove toward his hip, ripping his hunting knife out of it's holster.

He turned back to them, monster now ensnared around his companion. Shoot, this is bad! Rushing toward them, Hank pounced on the man, aiming for his throat and hoping that the body he was seeing lined up with the veins underneath.

He was wrong. So wrong. With a gutteral groan,the monster bucked wildly. Hank clung to it, slashing wildly with his knife, but the venti was only angered by this. Alarm bells were ringing off the walls in Hank's head, but he was running out of options. A bony hand reached up, waving at his face. It wants to wave me awa- His face was burning. He couldn't feel it, but what he could feel felt brittle. His nose quickly filled with snot, and he sneezed. The beast took no mind to this, waving a hand at him and making his skin feel sandblasted.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

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

Aoife smiled back at the other girl's remark, rolling her eyes playfully. “Of course you are, babe, but at least you can control yourself.” Seeing that Kathryn had taken some of the ambrosia, she set it down on a nearby table, not bothering to bring it back to its original place. There were injured campers spread throughout the cabin, and she was certain there must have been other tins of nectar and ambrosia floating around. She turned her attention back to Kathryn. “Exhaustion? You just use your powers until you keel over on the battlefield? Doesn’t sound like the brightest plan if I’m being honest.” The comment wasn’t meant to be mean--even if it may have come across that way--her tone a mixture of curiosity and her typical bluntness. Someone called for everyone who wasn’t injured to clear out of the cabin, and there was a note of authority in her voice that usually would have sent her doing the exact opposite of what they’d instructed, but now wasn’t the time. “I should probably get out of the way and make myself useful elsewhere. You alright here?”

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐎’𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

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

Collin saw them tense up as he approached, and raised his hands in indication that he wasn’t a threat. They seemed to relax when they recognized him, and he nodded his head in response to Robyn’s wave. Something passed between the two, a whisper from Mateo that he didn’t quite catch all of. He didn’t think he would’ve understood it if he did, but there was one word that stood out to him. “You know Sherlock is the same in all languages, right? Call me Captain Obvious to my face next time, would ya?” he asked with a raised brow, amusement briefly crossing his face.

The look quickly faded, a sigh escaping his lips as he shook his head. “I wish I knew. I got here right before everything went to Hades.” He glanced over the two of them, double checking that they were in fact all right and hadn’t managed to get themselves injured on the way in. “They’ve got a makeshift infirmary set up in Cabin Seven, best not to crowd the Apollo kids right now but if you want to avoid all this--” a brief gesture to the fighting around them, though it seemed to be dwindling. “I’d suggest we head that way. It’ll be safer in the shelter over there.”

━━━ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨

[☾]16 (immortal)|she/her|Hunter of Artemis|Cabin 7|tags: Finn

The soldiers were thinning out and retreating, and though that may have been a good sign, it didn’t really feel like a victory. Seeing that they weren’t outnumbered anymore, and the small group of hunters she was with were comfortably holding their own, her main concern shifted to making sure the others were safe--namely the one who had been carted off to the cabins by a strange doctor she didn’t know.

Unfamiliar with the battlefield she’d been thrown into, Stella didn’t really know where she was going, but the crowd of people flowing in and out of one of the cabins indicated that it was likely the infirmary. Somehow, she managed to squeeze her way inside. Her chest felt like it had been gripped with ice, much colder than the falling snow outside. Everywhere she looked there seemed to be injured demigods, and the healers clearly had their hands full trying to help them all. A quick scan of the room and she found the injured hunter lying on a bed, being tended to by someone else she didn’t recognize.

Another glance around and her gaze landed on someone else, shooing away a younger boy after giving him a bag of something. She approached quickly, doing her best not to get in anyone's way and to take up as little space as possible--which she’d always seemed to have a talent at doing--though still walking with her head held high. “Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked the boy, face creased with concern. “I’m not a healer but I have some basic medical training. Or if you just need someone to corral people out. Anything.”

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

[♠]16|he/him|Ares|outside|tags: Aldous

Fist fights were not a foreign concept to Vittorio. Fist fights with skeletons were. He hadn’t had time to question any of it, not since the battle had begun. A weapon was thrown in his direction and he’d used it, and though he wished he hadn’t--he’d enjoyed it. Just a little bit. He was in his element, giving into the red haze of battle, swinging his fist and feeling the crack of the skulls beneath it. It was a little strange being one handed, but he adapted quickly.

The enemy was dwindling, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, Vittorio found himself standing alone in the middle of the snowy field, cheeks flushed red and chest heaving with every breath. He wanted to go home. Now, more than ever, he just wanted to go home.

His longing was interrupted by a voice, and he turned to see a boy in a dark purple shirt that stood out in stark contrast to the snow around them. “I…” He wasn’t sure how to answer the question. He wasn’t sure of ]what he was doing at all. Tori cast a glance down at the bronze knuckle duster on his fingers, brow furrowing. “I don’t have anything else,” he managed finally. Questions were being asked, questions he didn’t have any answers to but that implied this boy was just as familiar with Camp Half-Blood as he was. “Protections? I don’t-- I don’t know. I got here yesterday. I have no idea what’s going on.” There was a note of panic in his voice, the confusion and fear of his first two days in a strange place starting to creep up on him again.

Vittorio stood frozen for a moment, staring the boy down with a practically unreadable expression, then, a small huff of a laugh escaped him. “You can say that again. It’s more than a bit crap, it’s-- it’s really…” There were no words to explain how awful it was. He shook his head. “I don’t know. I thought America was supposed to have warm summers.” He risked a glance around the open area, relief washing over him as the number of undead soldiers seemed to be fewer and fewer. He returned his attention to the purple-clad boy in front of him, curiosity piqued. “So you’re not...one of them?” He was still saying them. He wasn’t supposed to be saying them as if he wasn’t part of this hellscape, as much as he resented the idea. “Where did you come from?”

[sammy,]

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

it had happened a little too quickly to truly react, but within moments hank was making some kind of attempt to attack the beast. it didn't appear to be working too well. she had more things to worry about. couldn't move, couldn't even think properly, panic rising from the pit of her stomach to the centre of her chest, gripping throughout. elfie wondered, at the back of her head, whether it was some kind of shock. rather ironic to have been pelted with frozen wind and to then go into a 'freeze' state - but she wasn't at capacity to laugh at her own misfortune. rather, she was very cold, and everything was happening too quickly, and she just needed it to stop.

the reprehension around her powers seemed to cease. no more freeze, there was only fight left, and if there was anything that she could do in her state of paralysis, it was this.
like unravelling a wad of string, allowing a spring to extend to its full capacity, finally able to exert the withheld potential energy that had built and built, a chernobyl explosion of mania. it was focused on the ventus - she could only hope that the blast radius, the energy around it, wouldn't hit hank. that was wishful thinking.

the ventus stilled. movements became less fluid and controlled, more jerky and inconsistent, easy to predict. and elfie was back in action, feeling as though she had let out a breath that had been held in for years. bracelet unclasped, sabre coming to full extension. maelstrom would do her well.

"hank, get out of the way," her arm was hurting, but her eyes were blazing. it didn't matter. "hank."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♃
x──────i ii janus. iii sixteen. iiii tags: vittorio. ivi outside.

"good show, then," aldous decided. "you seem to have done a good job." if the scattered bone fragments that surrounded him said anything, at least. no immediate threat in the vicinity besides that strange scream and the crack of lightning - something he felt certain conan was checking out - there was no need for orsus to remain extended. switched back into the key, he listened to the greek demigod speak.

"ah," a new arrival. that made two of them, by technicality, at least. "not a good way to start off, then." he wasn't going to get any answers loitering around here, but he didn't quite fancy throwing himself into the action. conan would figure it out. for now, it was about scoping the general area. local knowledge - even if there was none.

"yeah. i knew new york was bad, but i didn't think it was this bad," he ran his free hands over the prickling skin of his arms. would need to seek out a coat at some point, especially now the initial adrenaline rush was wearing off - the cold was settling. the last thing he wanted to do was make a first impression by succumbing to hypothermia. "i'm not one of you," he said, then shut his eyes. "no, sorry, i am. sort of. it's - uh..." difficult to explain, especially to someone who didn't appear well-versed in the strange realm of godly influence. "i'm from... near san francisco. there's another camp there. demigods, but... not your kind." he was really bad at this. "roman. not greek. we were under attack. me and my brother got sent here to ask for help. or just... fix it ourselves, but..." a glance around. "well, it looks like you need more help than we do right now."

enough on that. "you're good for someone green," he pointed out. "who's your parent? do you know yet?" claiming worked a touch different here, if he recalled correctly. it was far more touch and go. "you're old for someone who's just shown up. where were you before?" he was asking too many questions, he knew that - but if this boy had no idea what the root of the issue was, might as well get another type of information from him. "oh, damn, sorry. i'm aldous."

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

they were get into the swing of things - it appeared that some of them had forgotten about the threat on the horizon, which teilo assumed was for the best. an overwhelming sense of doom did not bode well for useful activity, nor motivation. he couldn't say that he was as gripped about the pebble conversation as some of the others, though. that seemed to be something reserved only for them. he sipped idly at the rancid coffee and tried not to think about the absence that was settling on his skin.

the momentary zoning out was cut short by aiden, who pulled something from his pocket. curious, teilo leaned over, and caught glimpse of a face that stunned him. "oh," he said, eyebrows shooting up. "i know him. my mam loved him." the context of the reveal was thrown aside for the feeling of familiarity. "what's he done? what's he doing in america?" last teilo had heard - and it had been quite a while ago - the man was a transport minister. he hadn't paid much attention to politics at the time, but he'd been quite prolific - one of the residents of gwernogle had been on the train that had taken the life of kingston's... wife? daughter? - he didn't know - but the point was that he'd visited. had had a nice conversation.

the man had looked at him a little bit weird at the time, but everyone looked at teilo a bit weird when he was younger. it hadn't been anything out of the ordinary. nothing to worry about at all.
except, now, maybe it was.