Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫
[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ the Hampton | Tags: Teilo, Questing Group
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞

When Teilo jumped, Aiden released him reflexively. "Sorry." he stuffed his hand back into his parka pocket. He hadn't known the other long enough to dedicate his aversion to touch to memory. He was lucky the name even stuck, but that was only thanks to "Taylor but surprised." "But how are you feeling now?" Aiden pressed for an answer - not intrusively, but firmly. He waited, and when Teilo answered, "It's not a coincidence that spirits would be talking about doors," he swiftly shot down that delusion. "but if you're not feeling anything now, then it probably is nothing. Your powers getting stronger if I had to guess. You're pretty skilled with that invisibility stuff, but I'd say that's only the tip of the iceberg with what you're capable of." Aiden nudged him with an elbow to the ribs, smiling. "You're one of a kind, take a little bit of pride in that." When it came to the cold, he had to agree. They may as well get inside now that they didn't have any daylight left to burn.

Despite his reassurances to Teilo and the grin he put on, Aiden couldn't say he had much faith in his words. It should be nothing, given what the other's heritage entailed. It didn't sound far-fetched for him to be able to sense the Doors opening and closing, and if he was picking up on it now, with practice he'd soon learn to tune it out. But if Emrys was afraid... then something was very wrong.

──────── 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦
[✦] | Horseman of the Apocalypse | 56 | Male | ➡ Morgantown, PA | Tags: Vivienne, Kayle
❝ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ❞

"God... damn it, Kay." Nicholas sighed heavily, resting his forehead against the doorframe. Kayle wore a distinct thousand-yard stare, as if she'd yet to notice where either of them stood. "How the hell did you even get inside?" The young woman shrugged. "Your spare key's still under the doormat. You should probably find another spot for it." She replied, biting into the apple in her hand. In another room, a dog started barking, and within seconds, a sizable husky came barreling into the room. Kayle grabbed it by the harness before it could bowl Nicholas over, and the horseman lowered his hand from its defensive stance. "That still doesn't explain why you're in my house. Completely uninvited, if I may add." he did so bitterly. He muttered a few other tasteless words just barely audible to Vivienne, and Kayle's brow wrinkled in anger. "Hey! I heard that!" "You were meant to, since you can't see this." he flipped her off before moving into the room, closing the fridge door that Kayle had left open. Whether in response to Nicholas' words or his gesture, Kayle retaliated with a raised fist, which Nicholas caught with a slight grunt. "Whoa, hey, don't hit the cripple." he said with a wince. Kayle's mock anger melted into concern, and she released the husky's harness, placing her hands on the death god. They moved outward, soon settling on the bandages adorning his broken wing. "Holy - Nick, what did you do?"

Nicholas allowed her gesture to linger for only a second before brushing her hands away. "Later. I'll get to it, but since you're here I need you to do me a few favors." At last, Vivienne was given the spotlight, this time with only a nod in her direction and a nudge to Kayle's shoulder. "I've got a guest, her name is Vivienne." Kayle's eyes now focused on the daughter of Khione, rather than just in her direction. "Is she cute?" Nicholas smacked her on the back of the head. "Do not." he offered Vivienne an apologetic look. "Vivienne, this is Kayle. She's my sister." Kayle glared at the man beside her, rubbing the back of her head with an almost pouty frown.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|Cabin Thirteen|tags: Orin

Auggie looked over when he said her name, almost looking as if she’d forgotten he was there. The hard expression cracked momentarily as she watched him, the pain clear on his face, the turmoil of his thoughts practically tangible in the air. She wanted to do something, wanted to reach out, to be able to comfort him, but she couldn’t move. She was suddenly very aware of the intensity with which she had reacted. She hadn’t cared when she’d been hit, hadn’t cared about the cracked rib or the snide comments or any accusations thrown her way. It was expected. It was unimportant. But she was angry now, and the realization scared her.

It wasn’t an unfamiliar anger, something she’d felt before, but not for a long time. Part of her wanted to burn the whole camp to the ground, to make every last one of them pay for what they’d done.

Part of her wanted to turn and run away.

It was the same way she’d felt in the forest earlier, the feeling that had spurred her to get up and walk away from him, refusing to offer an explanation. The innate fear of feeling something. She'd shattered the moment then, as if that would fix the problem. It seemed that it hadn’t worked. She’d walked away and yet here she was again, feeling more than she had before. And he wasn’t making it any easier to ignore.

“How could you not be allowed to be angry? Of course you’re allowed to be angry.” She reached for his hand, then froze. She hadn’t noticed her hands getting colder, hadn’t felt the ice forming there until it was right in front of her. She pulled back quickly, balling them into fists instead, nails digging into her palms. “She had no right. None of them did. And you have every right to be angry.” She shook her head, looking away from him again. “I should’ve been there.” Auggie knew he’d refuse to blame her, knew that even if she had been, it might not have changed anything, but she couldn’t stand the feeling of helplessness. She couldn't stand that she'd had no idea, or the fact that all of it had happened and he'd been nearly alone.

"You make it sound like she's just some schoolyard bully or something. She's not— it's not—" He was trying to rationalize it, that seemed obvious enough, but she didn't think it could be. There was no excuse for any of it, no valid reason that he shouldn't prove them right. Maybe she wasn't thinking clearly. Maybe she should have convinced him otherwise, been a support without adding more fuel to the fire. But she couldn't do it, couldn't shake the anger that was clawing it's way up her throat, something she'd barely managed to keep under control finally breaking loose. She looked over to him, studying his expression for a moment, trying to decipher what was going on behind his eyes. "You can't prove her right. She's not right. But you're allowed to feel whatever you feel towards her. Towards all of them."

Orin wasn’t telling her what to do, which was probably a good thing because if he had, she might have staggered to her feet, marched out of the cabin right then and there, and hunted the daughter of Apollo down. It didn't seem like the worst idea, but she paused, took a breath instead. “Okay,” she replied quietly. “You’re right.” Her voice was steely calm, an intense contrast to the fire that had burned in her eyes mere seconds before. “I won’t do anything now.” That said nothing for what would happen once she actually saw Lucy, but she wasn’t about to start making promises she couldn’t keep. "But if you...if you decide to..." She shook her head. "Whatever. I'm with you."

━━━ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨

[☾]16 (immortal)|she/her|Hunter of Artemis|Cabin Seven|tags: Reese, Jane

Stella sucked in a breath as the boy became dead weight in their arms, clearly succumbing to the unconsciousness he’d been fighting off since she’d found him. “I suppose so, but I don’t think they can take ambrosia for this. We’ll need to find some regular painkillers.” They made it to the door, but she couldn’t quite manage to feel relieved yet as they hauled the boy inside. She was grateful for Jane’s loud, commanding voice over the commotion of Cabin Seven, not sure that her own would have had the same effect. “Over here,” she said, nodding to one of the few empty cots left in the room. "Once we get him settled I'll see if I can find something to help with the pain. They must have mortal medication around here somewhere." It probably didn't matter as much now that he was no longer awake, but he'd come around eventually and he'd be in a lot of pain then, better to find something to help him now.

━━━ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

[➳]18|he/him|Athena|Dining Pavilion|tags: Leo

There was a constant flow of campers into the pavilion, or it seemed that way to his half-present mind. Caleb could have made his way over to the Athena table, probably should have given his new position as acting head counsellor, but he couldn’t bring himself to face his siblings. He couldn’t even seem to move from his position near the door. What he needed was a distraction, something that was provided when a figure he had barely noticed lingering nearby stepped forward.

His eyes lit up, and he plastered on his best impression of a grin. “Ah, there’s my husband-to-be. How are you, love?” The forced expression faded quickly, a look of genuine concern taking over as he actually got a look at Leo’s face. “Are you...are you alright?” He reached out, tentatively laid a hand on the son of Ares’ shoulder. “You look like you’ve...well I guess we’ve all seen a ghost now. Bad analogy, really. Are you okay?” More emotional turmoil wasn’t exactly what he’d been hoping for. But it wasn’t his own, so it was still a distraction.

[norvina!]

𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘🌊
(seventeen;posideon;dining hall)(tags;open)

poking at her food, caspia's nerves still hadn't settled from the attack. 'maybe i should just leave.' she thought to herself, but the idea of dying to a monster gave her shivers down her back. caspia had wondered what the questors were thinking, she couldn't imagine leaving camp now with the danger of being mauled at any time. her new demi-god lifestyle seemed much more intense than she'd originally planned for.

𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕🌠
(seventeen;hypnos;cabin fifteen)(tags;open)

shoving the wooden door open, delilah sat on her bunk. her bare feet ached from running against the rough ground, she could almost hear dahlia's nagging 'i told you to put on shoes!'. glancing over at the tall mirror in the cabin, all she could see was dahlia. she couldn't help but feel abandoned by her other half, 'she didn't even try to ask me to come.' biting her lip she sat down onto her bunk, bitter tears she'd been holding in poured out as she couldn't help but feel weak. wiping away the messy tears she spotted a pair of scissors sitting across from her on a table. grabbing them she looked back towards the mirror, taking in a deep breath she began to chop off her blonde hair. starting off slowly, delilah quickly gave up trying to be slow cutting off every long piece she could until her hair had been left rather choppy and uneven. she didn't want to cling onto her sister anymore, glancing at theo's sword 'ill prove her wrong." she promised herself, walking out of the cabin she headed to the dining hall.

тυℓιρa яυє🌷
(satyr;inside cabin seven)(tags;juliet)

"attacked?? we were attacked?" tulip asked, running a hand through her tangled curls. anxiety rushed over her immediately as she listened to juliet's retelling of recent events. "oh gods, I think I lost all of my stuff too." she frowned, looking around for her bag she sighed in relief as it had sat next to the bunk she'd been laying on. shaking her head politely as one of the nymphs offered her a plate of food, her stomach in knots wondering how she'd ended up here. trying to remember what happened before she became unconscious. "do we know who did this?" she asked, although tulip wondered if it would be best to not know.

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

ana nodded, she'd spotted the venti and skeletons moving in on camp when the fight had started and quickly ran to hide. "I could've helped, but I was scared." she frowned, wondering if she could've stopped other campers from getting hurt. her heart ached at the mention of him being injured, getting up she quickly grabbed the med kit sitting underneath her bunk. "I can help patch you up." she offered, wanting to be somewhat useful. "just take one now, and take the rest later to be safe."

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

ramsay glanced at the empty orange can in her hand, 'heaven in a can?..' she had to agree. reading the ingredients on the back, she was surprised to find she couldn't even name half of the contents. it was surprisingly rather acidic for a drink "I don't have a toothbrush." she spoke, tapping her nails against the can finding the little clanking noise satisfying. "could I have a shower?" she asked, wondering if she'd even get the chance to experience something other than the ice cold baths she'd get at the facility.

[elliott.]

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

At the compliment of being called brave, Honey's lips pulled into a genuine smile. Brave. She liked the sound of that. She shrugged. "Everybody doesn't like something. I bet you if it was bugs out there, I wouldn't like it very much," she chuckled softly, glancing around the cabin before turning her head back to the man in front of her. It was obvious that the least helpful thing she could do for him was be just as afraid as he was - the last thing she needed was to send him into a panic.

Her gentle eyes simply watched as Cain tugged his sleeve up, sucking air through her teeth in a wince at the look of his arm. "Oh, that doesn't look good," she bluntly stated, rubbing her hands together. "Wouldn't it be helpful if I actually had healing powers?" The counselor let out a dry laugh before glancing around. She couldn't stand the idea of just letting him hurt, especially if it hurt a lot, like he said it did.

Honey stood up, before holding out her hand to help him up off the ground. "Come on. Let's go find something or someone that can help. And I won't leave you until we do," she promised, although she knew there was no reason he would doubt her presence so far. But, hey, reassurance was always nice. "Do you have any ideas on where we can go?"

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn Parking Lot|Tags: Quest Group|

Mirabelle's eyes widened slightly when Teilo flickered out of existence momentarily. Invisibility. It was an interesting ability, to say the least. Not common among many demigods. Sometimes she wished she had been blessed with the power to make herself invisible. No matter now, that wasn't necessarily important. But with that and the visceral reaction he'd had to the Doors of Death being open... well... pieces were falling into place.

She was glad he was feeling better, though she didn't say anything as she didn't want them to know she had been eavesdropping. It was rude to eavesdrop, and Mirabelle prided herself on her manners. Teilo's attempt at assurances did little to abate the worry gnawing at her roots. Aggy's complaint about the cold weather snapped her back into the moment - it was cold, and she wasn't sure if it was just due to the contrast of the warm van or the setting of the sun, but it felt colder than it had been. Everyone seemed to be in agreement on that end, at least. Mirabelle tightened her scarf around her neck as another shiver wracked her willowy frame. It would be nice to get inside, yes.

The hotel sign flickered, driving a spike into her already throbbing temples. Maybe if she didn't look directly at it, things would be better. As she tore her gaze from the bright letters, she caught a certain redhead running off towards the hotel's entrance. "Oh - Aggy! Wait for everyone else!" Mirabelle jogged after the wayward demigod, letting out a soft curse under her breath.


|⟡|Juliet Pratten|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin Seven|Tags: Tulip, satyr/nymph NPCs|

"Uh, well, duh!" Juliet retorted when Tulip asked if they had been attacked. "Why do you think we're all lying around here, Shabbat?" She snorted, shifting amidst the mound of covers Ryan had draped across her. As the satyr went on about losing her stuff, Juliet's heart rate increased a little. "Hey, I didn't touch your stuff! And I'm being totally honest for once! Does it look like I can run a heist right now?" She gestured to her blanket-clad body with her good arm. "Nope! I don't think so! Besides, what would you have that I -" Tulip had found her bag. Feeling a little stupid, Juliet clamped her mouth shut.

Thankfully, Tulip seemed more interested in the attack than any 'theft' of her precious belongings. "Do we know who did this? Uh, DUH. It's that evil Elsa frozen chick and her meshuggener of a mother!" She sat looking quite pleased with herself, as if that explanation would mean anything to the satyr. This time, she was saved from elaborating by the arrival of a very nervous-looking nymph carrying a towering platter of food. A few hunters were also hauling someone inside, but Juliet was more concerned with filling the void in her stomach than by whoever was apparently dying as they placed him on a nearby cot. "Ah, there's my dinner! 'Bout time. Come to mama."


|✂|Liv Keary|15|She/Her|Iris (Unclaimed)|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Corey|

Liv snorted at Corey's comment about the Underworld. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess it would." Would be even more ironic considering the nickname she had earned in school. It wasn't just a one-off either; it had clung to her like a bad perfume and followed her to the various different school systems she'd bounced around in. Liv Dreary. So, so funny. She wondered if someone here would pick up on it once she gave a last name. It was fine the first few times; she really didn't mind it. But there was only so many times you could hear the same song on repeat before it got irritating.

Corey laughed at Liv's reaction to the horse-man speaking about death, which the young demigod couldn't help but be a little surprised at. Maybe they're not so bad. Apparently it was to be avoided, but happened from time to time. "Ain't that the truth." Still, dying was better than going nuts. Or so she thought. She didn't really know anything about the Underworld other than that it was probably where people went when they died and that it sounded like 'underwear'. Maybe they should make Underworld brand underwear. That oughta put a little fun in the afterlife.


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

Vivienne stood stiffly behind Nicholas as he talked with this - this person; bantering as if they were old friends. The way Kayle seemed to be looking past them unsettled Vivienne a little, though she couldn't say why. Maybe the events of the day had shaken her more than she would have liked to admit. Who leaves a key under a doormat? That is simply asking to be burgled. Vivienne immediately stiffened as a big fluffy dog bounded into the room. A second dagger of ice materialised in her other hand, the frozen water creeping up onto her fingers as the temperature around her took a nosedive. She forced herself to relax a bit when she realised the dog was not going to attack - not yet, anyways. She kept a wary eye on the canine as Nicholas quipped about Kayle not being able to see something - a rude gesture, no doubt. Wait - she couldn't see it? Even when it was plainly within her field of vision? Vivienne squinted, taking a closer look at the young woman's eyes. She is blind. She would have noticed sooner had the heavy hand of exhaustion not lain squarely across her shoulders.

And then Nicholas moved into the room, leaving her feeling completely and utterly exposed. She would have put up a shield if she had the energy, but her abilities were already siphoning what little she had left. The dog was released. The dog was released, and it was all Vivienne could do not to run. But Nicholas was gesturing to her now, and she had to look as put-together as possible. Or - did she? If the young woman was in fact blind, maybe she didn't. Blind or no, Kayle's eyes were on her now. It was - eerie, while it lasted. Then the inquiry as to if she was cute popped from the muscular woman's mouth and Vivienne was completely dumbfounded. The apologetic glance from Nicholas came, and she simply gave a sharp nod in acknowledgement.

The introduction came as a bit of a shock. Sister? Death, Horseman of the Apocalypse has a sister!? She supposed the Greek gods had siblings, so it wasn't completely out of the question. Is she a Horseman too, then? There would be time for questions later. Probably, anyways. She glanced to Kayle, never fully taking an eye off the big fluffy dog in the room. 'I-It's a pleasure to meet you." That was what people were supposed to say when meeting someone new, right? Even so, the phrase was flat and emotionless, unless fatigue was considered an emotion.

[sammy,]

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

her hand reached for his and then pulled back. at a glance, it was probably for the best. he could feel shocks fizzing underneath the skin of his palms, a reminder of the quiet intermissions in between tales. the urge to create a sphere, to throw it at the ceiling, to watch the sparks dissipate on the surface and get lost in the vague colours - it was certainly there. that comfort of the spiral. watching something useless as everything fell apart. allowing the trance to take hold. "i've never been allowed to be angry," he said simply. "it's not -" it wasn't to say he'd never been angry. it was just the way that things were. "if i let myself feel it properly, then people will get hurt." his mind drifted to brennan, to charlie. the sight of writhing bodies, devoid of air. the ice-cold brunt of unbridled, untempered, relentless fury. "it'll get ugly."

"i know. i know she's not. but that was the idea, wasn't it? she didn't go out looking to kill me. just to - to ruin my life a bit," he didn't know which was worse. she had succeeded at both. "i don't know whether her intent means anything. i don't know whether i'm supposed to give her the benefit of the doubt. i don't - i don't know any of it. i just know that there are a lot of people who are very angry with what she's doing, what she's done, and i can't - i can't let that cloud what little judgement i have left." he knew what he wanted. he wanted an apology. he wanted some form of proof that he was still capable of forgiveness, mercy. he wanted to scope out what this new and perhaps-not-improved version of himself was. "what scares me -" he paused. rolled the thought around. "what scared me was that i didn't just not kill vivienne, it's that i related to her. i actually - you know, we had a lot more in common than i would have liked. and that's - i don't know what separates us. if not for... i wouldn't be here. i would've stayed. i would've stayed angry. i'd have burnt this place to the ground. and olympus as well. because she was saying stuff, and she - i don't wanna feel that. i don't know where i'm supposed to stand if it's not here."

she succumbed to reason for all of its cruel rationalities. he wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. there was no sense of satisfaction, just an unduly duty, keeping auggie away from the danger that was sure to come while she was otherwise incapacitated. orin wondered whether it would have been a different story if they had both been in better condition - whether they would have gone out, a pair of vigilantes, taking on the world that had wronged the two of them so consistently. he had a bad feeling about the fact that that sounded so tantalising. "i know you are," he said, sat up properly. the screeching had died down a little. vague echoes remained, but the intensity had died down. his order had been heeded - what a rarity. "thank you." he shuffled next to her, touched his shoulder against hers.

"i was gonna show you my new tricks," the fizzing in his palm had not died down, but shifted to only his left, hence a clenched fist that, once opened, buzzed like a tesla coil. "tell you what. if we decide - you know, if we listen to ye words of olde and say screw it," he turned his palm over, admiring the fizz and spark. "good luck to 'em."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐳 ！！ x─────ix ♘
x──────i ii ares. iii eighteen. iiii tags: caleb.
ivi dining pavilion.

somebody was talking to him. it took a moment to cut through the mist, but soon, leo recognised the hand on his shoulder, the tenors, as belonging to caleb. he'd almost forgotten the prolonged joke they had made in the morning. it felt light years away. "i got shot," he said bluntly, testing his voice. it was rather steady. jaw killed, though, so movement was limited. it made little to no difference - he was rather used to the stone-faced expressions, the lack of true emotiveness in his features. "a couple times. and then - i think a ghost exploded on me." the memory was faded, filtered through a rush of red and pain that had subsided, shifted itself to the quieter parts. "pick your jaw up off the floor. i'm not dead, am i?"

maybe that was insensitive, given the announcement. maybe it was more insensitive when lined up with the fact that he was probably at least a little responsible for what had happened. easier to pretend it was nothing, though. "i guess i'm supposed to ask you how you are, right? that's how that goes?" it felt a bit stupid. there he was, half of him covered in a film of dried ectoplasm, the stuff sticking to his temples, making limited facial movements all the more uncomfortable, asking caleb, who seemed right as damned rain. "you look like you haven't seen any ghosts at all. were you hiding?" it wasn't an accusation. he was being light. trying, anyway. "scared? i thought i heard wailing. like a ten-year-oldgirl. was that you?"

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

the concerns were banal and small. she'd get a toothbrush. she'd get a hundred if she wanted. ramsay was an asset that malcolm wanted to keep around. she felt as though she could be useful. a voice in the crowd - already, the thoughts were spinning, pirouetting like dancers in the mind. visions of her in front of television cameras, spouting fed vitriol about the camps she may not have attended, but could certainly lie about. she was a witness without knowing that she was a witness. valuable. important. "we'll sort everything out for you," he decided on saying. "is there anyone you'll need to contact? anyone on the outside world? family, or..." a funny feeling that wouldn't be a problem. "of course you can." the request of such a minor luxury was a reminder of the deprivation she had suffered.

something felt a little bad about that. something beyond the chance to utilise and manipulate. something that went deeper, was rooted further in his chest.

malcolm ignored it. because that seemed the best course of action. instead, he watched out of the window as the car rolled in the direction of the hotel. "now. temporary accommodation, obviously. i might have to get a flat. or an apartment. you lot call that apartments, don't you? i'll have to my visa prolonged. paperwork." he pulled a face. "someone'll figure it out. point is - pick a window, ramsay. any window. we can take over a whole floor if it's what you want. all the minifridges the heart could desire." the engine was killed. "cheers, jezza." a glance toward hicks. "could you sort out... you know, toothbrushes?"
"is that my job now? professional pack mule?"
"don't be catty. we're playing host," he chided. the door was opened. he ushered ramsay out. "you'll get a few looks, but i'll sort it all out, yeah? if anyone gives you any trouble, you let me know. i'll have them taken outside and shot." a glimmering smile. "i won't. that's a joke. it's not a very nice joke. joke that hides some very negative emotions about the people in this country. but, you know. the point stands. no one gives you trouble. it won't fly." he glanced at hicks. "daniel here's gonna go and get you some things. i do hope he knows what he's doing. he can be a bit hopeless, bless him. be patient. he knows his way 'round an ied better than he does a walmart." the last word was paired with a falsified american drawl. offensive, maybe. but funny, in his mind. "we're free to cause some havoc."

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

with everything that was going on, saying that everything was fine felt like an overexaggeration. he wasn't dying. didn't think that he was going to die within the next few minutes. that felt like a miracle in and of itself. so fine would have to do. "tired," he decided on saying. that wasn't a lie in the slightest. "head's banging. eyes hurt. got this acidic feeling in the back of my throat." he waved at his neck to illustrate. the minor complaints were likely a better tell of him being up-to-scratch than mere words - had he brushed it off, it likely would have been more serious. nitpicking the little, banal stuff was a good sign for teilo. "they don't half chat smite some of the time. you would be surprised." he knew that what aiden was saying was likely the truth. it was nicer, though, to believe that it had been nothing. just the accumulation of some kind of stress. of course, that ignored the complaints of emrys, the change in its temperature - but it was easy to ignore the important factors when one wanted to alter the facts to make them a little more digestible.

conversation shifted to that of his powers. "lots of practice," it was the only thing he had trained himself in. the rest was unbeknownst, laid beneath a surface that he hadn't scratched, hadn't ventured to scratch. he didn't know what was underneath his fingertips. he wasn't particularly sure that he wanted to know. "limited edition." he wasn't a massive fan of the elbow. there was no point in bringing it up. the conversation was dissolving. he was too tired to make a fuss.

though it rose some questions. one of a kind seemed like an impressive feat to the son of athena, but felt dire to teilo. because he couldn't quite figure out why. to be the only one of something probably meant that there was an importance, a sense of power behind him. it didn't bode well for his hopes of remaining as confined to the background as possible. it wasn't even like his mother was a particularly irresistible sort. he didn't know what the god of death had seen in her. didn't know what the leadup to his birth had meant, what it would mean.

aggy ran off. mira ran after her. shoving hands in his pockets, he committed the wandering thoughts to the 'consider later' part of his mind and followed along with a trudge.

[*Lovel*]

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Ana ----> Chuck
Location: Cabin 22 -------> Dining Pavilion

"Don't worry we had enough hands on deck." Aydan gave her a reassuring smile. The dinner bell rang and he could feel his hunger rising. He pulled out a cube of ambrosia and ripped a small piece off shoving it into his mouth. The taste of strawberry topped pancakes returned, he'd never get tired of the taste. "How about we eat before you patch me up?" he suggested with a small smile. He grabbed her hand and lead her out the door and to the dining pavilion.

Once they made it Aydan lead her to their decently vacant table. "You can grab food whenever you are ready but this is our table." Our. That's weird to say."I'm going to go grab a bite." he turned on his heels and headed to the food. He was almost there when he saw a rather pale looking satyr eating up his fork in a daze."What's eating at you goat boy?" his previously nice demeanor melting away. Aydan took a seat opposite to the satyr with his back to him.He's gotta know something, or maybe he's just scared about the days events. Aydan turned his head to look the boy up and down. He's definitely freaked out about something. He looked back to the food with a rumbled of his stomach.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

Son of Hypnos ☼☽ Cabin 15 ☼☽ 17 ☼☽ Bisexual

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Tags: Mira, Quest Group
Location: Hampton

Ash made his way out of the van thankful that the ride had gone smoothly for the most part. He looked to Aggy who had seemed to be functioning normally, well as normal as she can be. Wonderful he dug his already reddening hands into his pockets. His eyes shifted from each quester finally landing on Mira as she ran after Aggy. he followed her suit easily catching up with her "You doing well?" he was genuinely worried how the drive faired for her. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, mostly gauging how she felt about using her charm speak. He had a feeling her uncomfortableness with using it laid mostly with how it can go against her morals, some people actually had those it turned out.

Ash swung his arm over the daughter of Aphrodite. "I've got you're back Belle" a pause and he lowered his voice "If I didn't keep you in one piece Delilah would surely have my head, queen of hearts style I think." he grinned at her lopsidedly. He couldn't bake with her like his mother would do whenever he was upset, or happy, or ill. Really, she'd bake with him whenever the day ended in 'y'. Ash pulled her in tighter as a sort of side hug to try to make her feel better.

【➸】 Finnick “Finn” Vouvali【➸】

Son of Apollo ☀ Cabin 7 ☀ 17 ☀ Questioning

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Tags: Riley -------> Open
Location: Cabin 7 -------> Dining Pavilion

Finnick gave him a smile in place of your welcome. Finn stood in shock a moment as the interjection came, his heart pounded against his chest as a fit of anger boiled up. He was searching for a word of praise that didn't come and was instead being shooed off like annoying little sibling. A bell like laugh escaped him "Of course, I'll take a look around." A smile stuck on his features as he ignored the thudding in his chest. He swiftly grabbed his iPod tucking it in his back pocket. He nodded a farewell to the girl before taking a peek around for others to help.

Things in the cabin seemed to be slowing down and he had remembered hearing the sound of the dinner bell. He shrugged to himself best to stay out of the grownups way. he made himself scarce and started making his way to the dining pavilion. The frigid air turned his tan cheeks a curious shade of pink. Soon he made it to the dining pavilion and built himself a hefty plate of grilled chicken and some vegetable he mindlessly added on. He eyed the Apollo table which was more bare than normal. Finn took a seat tapping his fork and staring at his chicken as if he was waiting for it to grow legs and start tap dancing.

『☼ ☀』 Mateo Cortez『☼ ☀』

Son of Hephaestus ♫ Cabin 9 ♫ 17 ♫ Pansexual

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Tags: Will
Location: Campfire ------> Cabin 7

"Boys, Bennett and Gaspar they are little mierda. They love to mess with Inez."" Mateo chuckled as he recalled how he had to stop the twins from giving Inez's barbie's some Great Clips quality hair cuts. "Will do" he nodded as his joy disappeared slowly. "Daughter of Khione you say?" he tried to think if he knew who Will was talking about but no one came to mind. "Good job hermano," he patted Will's back a few times. "I'll go take a look to see if they are finished treating her yet."

Mateo got up and brushed off before heading over to cabin 7 and let himself inside. "Hola sun heads, can someone tell me if Jude is in good shape to leave yet?" he asked waiting for anyone to give him an answer. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets unsure of where to put them.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

[✩]17|she/her|Hades|Head Counsellor|Cabin Thirteen|tags: Orin

It wasn’t a foreign concept to her, the risk that ran with being angry—with letting it get the better of you. It was a story she’d seen unfolding many times before, but never something she’d had much of a choice in. Things happened, bad things, and her solution was taking it out on whatever or whomever she deemed fit. She punched her way out of problems, then had to deal with picking up the pieces of what she’d broken, over and over again. “Yeah,” she said, feeling the strain of the word against her throat. “I get it.”

He was trying to come at it with a level-head. She didn’t even want to try. Well-intentioned or not, what had happened, happened, and it had happened because of the poor choices of one silver-tongued child of Apollo. Auggie was angry with her and with all of them, and she couldn’t simply push that aside in the name of rational thought. She could try, but it was only going to last so long. “Well, she…” The words died in her throat. There was no argument for what he was saying, and she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be afraid of that or not. She knew enough of the story to see the parallels, didn’t know enough to make a point of anything that actually separated either of them from their supposed enemy. A sound that may have been a laugh, if it had had any sort of humour in it, escaped her. “Maybe she has a point.” It was supposed to be a joke. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. But it was difficult to ignore the pang in her chest as she said it out loud, the feeling that there was some kind of truth hidden beneath it.

“But there’s...it’s not...there’s no…” It was her turn to try to rationalize things, but arguing that there was nowhere else for them didn’t seem like a good enough reason, so she shut her mouth. “I don’t know,” she admitted, hating it even as she said it. There was a question on the tip of her tongue, one she was too afraid to ask. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer, wasn’t sure she wanted to know how fine the line they were treading really was, but she seemed to have developed a tendency of letting things slip out around him. "Why did you then? Come back, I mean." She was staring down at the floor. "Not that I...obviously I'm glad you did but...if there were so many reasons to stay, to swear vengeance on this whole place..." She didn't like the way this was going, but couldn't seem to stop. "Why didn't you?"

Auggie didn’t respond to the thanks, simply leaned back against the touch of his shoulder. She looked over, smiling despite the growing sense of dread in her stomach. She watched the crackle of sparks in his hand thoughtfully, tucking her own hands into her pockets as she did. “Yeah…” she murmured. Slowly, she pulled one hand back out, reaching over just close enough to feel a hint of the static, not seeming too concerned about getting shocked. Her hands were still cold, crystalized frost still creeping along her fingertips, and she was wary—of her own powers, not his—but not nearly as afraid as she had been. “They’re all lucky I’ve got such a gift for self-control.”

━━━ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

[➳]18|he/him|Athena|Dining Pavilion|tags: Leo

Caleb’s eyebrows shot up at the blunt response, though he wasn’t sure what he’d actually expected from Leo. “Did you?” he asked, voice pitched up slightly from his usual tone. “Well...that’s just…” His gaze drifted to the dried substance that was covering the other demigod, seeming to notice it for the first time as he snatched his hand back from his shoulder. “Hm.” He shifted his disgusted expression into an easy smile at the following question. “Right, yeah. No.”

He let out a huff of breath, a sound of genuine amusement, at what came next. “Oh it’s so nice to know someone cares,” he replied sarcastically, shaking his head. Then his jaw dropped, one hand going to his chest in mock-offence. “Excuse me, I’ll have you know I blew one of those icy goobers to the bloody moon with one of my concoctions. Look at that.” He pointed emphatically at a smudge of dirt marking his white shirt. “You see that? Got a mark on my shirt there. Not my fault I look practically flawless even after a fight.” The response came naturally, his light-hearted dramatics flowing without hesitation, but part of him bristled at the question, at the implication that he hadn’t really been a part of the fight. He had fought off the venti, he’d done his best to protect Relia when she needed it, and of course he would have done the same for anyone else. That didn’t make him feel like any less of a fraud, didn’t remove the ring of truth in Leo’s taunt, but he pushed it aside, settled for his usual charade.

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

[✦]16|they/them|Kymopoleia|Dining Pavilion|tags: Liv

Liv seemed amused by their Underworld joke, so it seemed Corey hadn’t completely pissed her off yet. They’d have to work on that, but it didn’t quite seem like the moment to try irritating someone into a full blown fit of rage, and they weren’t quite feeling up to it now anyways. “You don’t seem too fazed by the whole death thing,” they said, voice a little lower. “That’s probably good. I’ve seen kids coming in here all wide eyed and terrified at the first sight of a monster. It’s easier if you don’t question it.” They didn’t really need to be offering advice to the younger camper, and being helpful was never really their intention, they were simply filling the void of silence with mindless chatter—a skill they took a lot of pride in.

[WitchHazel]

|♡|Mirabelle Everhart|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn Parking Lot|Tags: Quest Group; Ash|

If there was one thing that could be said, Aggy was fast. That being said, Mirabelle was rather weighed down by the contents of her bags. She slowed as Ash caught up to her, figuring that Aggy would learn soon enough. Especially if she walked in and demanded a room. The state of New York only rents to people of age 21 or up, she recalled. It had taken a good deal of charmspeak to convince them she was of age on her last quest, but she'd been a year younger then. A lot changes in a year.

"I - I'm fine," she replied, instantly aware of how facetious she sounded. "Um - what I mean is - it was okay. I'm still a little nauseous, but that will pass." She made no mention of her persistent headache, however - no need to worry her friends over something so insignificant. She tensed when he slung his arm over her shoulder, but quickly forced herself to relax. This is Ash. Ash. He's not going to hurt you. A soft breath puffed out through her lips, misting the air white. The first words were comforting - it was good to know she could rely on someone other than Aiden. She wasn't sure how to feel about Ash's apparent concern for her, though. I don't want to be a burden. It was... nice to know someone cared. But guilt still chomped away at her conscience. He wouldn't feel so chummy if he knew who you are beneath all that makeup. What you've really done. She bit her cheek, avoiding his searching eyes. The mention of Delilah made her blood run cold. How - How does he know? What did he see? She turned to look over at him, her face a shade paler than it had been. Calm down, Mira. Calm down. He's probably just inferring to your friendship with her. Nothing more. She faked a smile, even emitting a small chuckle. It sounded uneasy to her ears. She had to push herself to appear comfortable as he drew her in for a side-hug, though alarm bells were ringing in her head. Keep you in one piece. Ha. Ha ha. He doesn't know how broken you really are. She wanted to tell the voice in her head - her voice - to shut up, but she'd learned it was better not to fight back. "I'm sure I'll be fine; I'm a pretty capable warrior if I do say so myself," she assured him instead. "Your concern is touching, though." He wouldn't be worried about you if he knew what a monster you are. He'd run for the hills. "Thank you." She offered Ash a warm smile, much more genuine than the last but with a tinge of sadness she couldn't bury no matter how hard she tried.


|❀|Chuck Oakes|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Dining Pavilion; Mr. D's Table|Tags: Aydan|

Chuck nearly jumped out of his skin when someone approached him. "Oh! You're like, that one dude who passed out in Capture the Flag like, trying to control the storm," he bleated awkwardly. For the life of him, he could not remember the guy's name. They hadn't been formally introduced; not that he'd recalled anyways. "Uh... eating at me? Like - uh -" My closest friend is off on a life-threatening quest. My other best friend got hurt. I like, just led a bunch of satyrs into battle without passing out. Orin's alive! Hank and Elfie are acting totally bananas. "- nothing man! Totally nothing!" He offered the boy his best smile, though the gap-toothed grin looked more nervous than anything. "Like, uh, just... man. Where do I start? Like, everything is completely bananas right now, you know?" The fork was gone by the time he finished talking. But that wasn't much of an issue, Chuck was no stranger to eating with his hands. He nibbled on a leaf of lettuce as he looked over at the guy, hoping desperately that he hadn't seen through the transparent façade.


|✂|Liv Keary|15|She/Her|Iris (Unclaimed)|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Corey|

Liv raised a pierced eyebrow at the offered advice, shifting her weight from one leg to another. "You don't say." Her tone was flat and barbed with sarcasm. "Not gonna lie - the goat-men or whatever are a little weird. That horse guy especially. But not the strangest thing I've seen." She shrugged, though the motion was slightly impeded by the fact that she was holding a tray of food. "Death's never really phased me. If you ask me, when you're dead, you don't know you're dead. All the pain is felt by others." The way she said it was so casual. Almost like she completely disregarded the gravity of what she was talking about. "The same thing happens when you're stupid."

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❥ | Ophelia Rogers
16 | She/her | Aphrodite/Cabin 10 |Dining pavilion |Aphrodite NPC's, Riley

Ophelia watched Celia let out a squeal at the camper director's words, then scramble back to her assigned table. Well, that was the mis-judgement of the century. She mused bitterly at her decision, offering the wide-eyed girl a wan smile and pointing out an open spot a few seats down. That done, she brushed a thumb over her steely dragon bracelet and tried to shove down the splitting ache in her chest. Stop trying to predict the unpredictable, pretty Princess!

She was drawn from berating herself by the announcements, unwelcome as they were. 'Tumultuous'? She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the sour scoff that fought for release. It's a- well, it's a horror circus out there! The camp steed holds back on us! "...funerals will be held at campfire tonight," Ophelia took in a breath. Alex! I didn't even get to help on his shroud. She let the air out heavily, her painted on mask of indifference coming up brittle. She had to steady herself, to anchor her hands on the table, knuckles fading white, as Chiron kept on with another wave of painful announcements.

His next words took a moment to process, and indeed they took her for a loop. Orin?! That- Oh...he's dead? It didn't feel real. No, it wasn't. Orin was too annoying, too alive to die. She had no soft spot for him, but he hardly needed it, the spark lit inside that burned brighter than any outside force. And on more than one occasion, he's burned down the outside force! She clutched at the table stiffly, gazing into her chili bowl with the fire of a thousand suns.

Not dead. No, he just went missing. He'll be back! This is a dumb prank, I'm sure he got it from Sun Tzu or whatever the general's name was! She told herself, words echoing against her skull at the surreality of it. She was lying to herself. Distaste or no, he was gone. Ophelia wouldn't wish that on her worst enemy... well, maybe Lucy...no, not even her! Probably...

She was still going through the headache inducing motions of reconciling yet another death when an absolutely self-satisfied voice cut out her racing mind. To call the motion she made 'fighting back an eyeroll' would assume that she managed to prevent the action. She did not, and instantly regretted it, crushing into herself. Oh gods, her brother just died! I'm a damn monster! Shoot! Shoot right now, please! Her free flowing empathy was short lived as the blonde pressed into her space, her hot breath smacking Ophelia in the face. If she wanted, she could guess what Riley had just eaten, with horrifying accuracy. Ophelia did not want to. She pulled her head out of exhalation distance, disgust on her face. "I was going to offer my condolences, but, clearly, they are unrequired," She kept her voice level, impassive. Be rational, she's just gone through a huge loss, she's hurting, and raw, and- Remarks against Ophelia were one thing. She had no reason to take being someone's punching bag to heart. But her sister? "What. Gives. You. The. Nerve?" She growled, rising to her full height to stare the daughter of Zeus down.

"No, don't tell me. I don't care. Kaitlyn, daughter of Apollo was it?" She asked, gesturing at her own hair to indicate that the blonde was all she was riding off of. A lie, yes. Riley was...unforgettable, take that as you will. "Your taunts are childish, and, frankly, laughable." She took a breath, pausing to take a hearty swig of her hot cocoa. Given the circumstances, she's actually in a position to be thanking me. Not to measure, but I did not see her on the battlefield and Her Majesty is nothing without theatrics. "Do you have anything meaningful to say?" Her tone dropped into ice. If not, get the Styx out of here before I, swear to the gods, do something I will regret.

❀ | Jane Daughtry
Looks 19 | She/her | Hunter of Artemis | Cabin 7 | Stella, Reese

Jane shook her head ruefully at the other Hunter's statement. 'Food of the gods' is pretty useless when that's just what your enemy is counting on. "That's where you're wrong," She heaved the unconscious mass toward the indicated bed gingerly. She shifted toward the boys feet, leaving his shoulders to Stella. She watched her fellow hunter, gauging herself to be in time with her. "Place like this? I bet there's half a dozen will be pharmacists in this very room. And half of them will know where to get the parts in an emergency." They're doing emergency first aid on a daily basis. One must be ready for anything. A kid fluttered toward them, their lab coat almost brushing the floor. They were way-laid by another patient, but made quick work of it. They had to.

Jane waited on Stella to counteract her so they could lay the boy on the cot. With as burly as he was, they didn't have much room for slip-ups.