Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[sammy,]

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

"well, what's a little genetic disposition?" orin countered. "should i be banned from basketball because i've got the advantage of being disgustingly vertically blessed?" he waved at himself. "i dunno. it's a weird thing. it's gonna be weird if it gets to that point." it seemed it was going to. he wasn't sure how they were going to gloss over the revelation - though ideas were popping in his head, he didn't want to give them too much weight, didn't want to allow the ideas to run riot. they weren't exactly diplomatic.

the question made his eyes widen. he considered it for a moment. "i dunno if i'd want to talk to a mosquito. i don't think they'd be very good conversationalists. they'd have really high voices. be like trying to have a natter with tinnitus rings." he shut his eyes, a low chuckle escaping him as a thought popped to mind. "a gnat-ter." what followed was a smug, proud look. "well, there was that guy who was made immortal but not eternally young. the one who became a cicada. maybe he had something to do with it. maybe we'll have to go round stomping on all the cicadas." he wasn't going to question the biological processes behind the myth - there were stories about the gods that he wasn't so certain he believed - word of mouth through the ancient greek society was likely less than reliable. maybe they just made things up and the gods went along with it. it seemed like something they'd do.

so 'spawn of the devil' was almost definitely the wrong wording. "you know what i mean," he said, though saw the humour in it. perhaps it was just something about trying to avoid the true nature of the topic, building a little strawman to avoid the emotion behind. regardless of the minor offence he may have caused, she followed with the reflection that orin had hoped for. "then that's what matters," it was about the intention, he thought. she hadn't gone out looking to do anything more than the noble thing. "i'm sure she'll see that. maybe - i mean, there's a chance she only ever saw that." he didn't know her, didn't want to make assumptions for her, but knew what he would have done in the same situation, knew what the thoughts behind the actions would have been. as realisation struck, slowly, he came to nod. "personally, i hate it when things happen."

"listen, i can't help being stunningly accurate in all that i do," he said, tongue in cheek. "you learn a lot when you've done the amount of stupid stuff i have. i'm just telling you what's been told to me. i've never actually listened to myself." he doled out advice that he didn't take himself, built the interaction on what he had wanted to hear when things had been difficult. the rough conversations, the rougher experiences. he thought idly of minty, who he had the same reverence for (and frustration with) when it came to the level head that his friend managed to keep so consistently. he needed to talk to him. needed to run some things by him. make sure that he wasn't spiralling into an inevitable deep end. "well, no one really goes out seeking to be evil, do they?" maybe that wasn't true. maybe he had a little too much faith in people. a backtrack necessary. "i think. i hope."

he didn't want things to happen to them. orin agreed with auggie on that. but there was another side of the spectrum that didn't sound so bad. "maybe - maybe the trick is -" there was no chance that they were going to escape from it all. there would always be something or another. even if they ran off to a desert island, even if they made a brand new world underground and banned outside onlookers, it wouldn't be enough. "something's gonna happen. but -" he was particularly struggling with putting it into words. maybe it sounded a little dire. "well, i'd rather be the person causing things to happen than the person they were happening to. be nice to be in control for once in a lifetime. if things have to happen."

"tired of being on the bastard sidelines all the time," he said, half-bitterly. never been on a quest, never done anything particularly good, particularly interesting. "maybe we just -" his voice drifted off, a collection of thoughts finally making themselves known, the fog clearing.

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

maybe rocks could talk. maybe rocks sang. there weren't many things he could imagine rocks would talk about. "they're probably annoyed," he commented, mostly to himself. "everyone just steps on 'em." people climbed rocks and threw rocks and used rocks to create other, sharper rocks, and this was becoming a thought spiral that he didn't feel capable of pulling himself out of. he'd have to ask someone later. "i will. i'll ask." alternatively, some rocks - stones, he supposed - were likely to be quite zen. relaxed. maybe that was why -
the thought was gone before it could reach completion.

"sounds stupid," tradition had never been a concern of his. when it came to the jokes, it wasn't a surprise that things were flying directly overhead - given his challenged height, and all - everything felt like cotton wool. nothing was sticking the way it was supposed to. besides, he was focused on reaching the conclusion that was so satisfying to end on.

a number of things happened rather quickly. he was up and then he was sideways and then he was being dragged over to a seat, words not particularly computing. a sense of annoyance. that, at the very least, was familiar. he had done something or another. whatever it was, sitting down was serving to stabilise the swimming world, anchored by a nerve-ridden grip and a voice. "i slept it off," it had been worse. it wasn't particularly better, but not as bad. "it wasn't - i don't think it hit my brain, so it should be - i mean, i walked here, didn't i? i'm pretty sure i walked here. so it's all fine." he had barely even felt it when it happened, so it couldn't have been that bad. the goo had been the worst part. "and it wasn't only my head, actually."

he said that like it was his trump card. as soon as it was out, he feared it wouldn't have the impact that he was hoping for.

[Kveykva]

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

"Pff," Kayle performed a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry, you don't know me yet." Nicholas nodded to Vivienne at her introduction, trying to make sense of her perplexed expression. Why is she looking at me like that? he wondered, almost as perplexed as she was. Did I - "Half sister." he corrected urgently. "She's my half sister. She's not - you get the idea."
"What, that I'm not holier than thou?"
"Wrong attitude, but yes."
"Hey!"
The horseman allowed himself a small laugh, a puff of air through his nose. He reached out to give the husky's head a scratch, and for now, the dog seemed to be relatively tame. "Since you're here, Kayle, do me a favor." He glanced at her, moving from the husky's head to the cabinets. "Show Viv up to the guest room and get her a few extra blankets and pillows." Kayle pursed her lips. "Soooooo, you call her Viv huh?" Nicholas inhaled sharply. "Oh for f - Kayle!" Her face split into a grin. "I do not have the energy to put up with this now, just do it please?" Kayle rolled her eyes but motioned (slightly to the left) for Vivienne to follow her upstairs.

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

It hurt. More accurately, however, it stung. Or perhaps saying it burned fit better. Frost bite. If the situation weren't so dire, he might've laughed at the irony of it. Despite his earlier fumbles and stutters with Honey, she seemed to have her heart set on staying. It surprised him, so say the least. "Th - Thank - Thank you." Cain struggled to get the words out, but a weight lifted from his chest once they were in open air. "I wouldn't expect you to have healing powers," that would be far too convenient. The bite on his arm hurt so much that the pain started to numb, only coming on and off in waves. He wasn't sure if that's how pain worked, but Cain didn't have a better answer to describe it. Still, a description like that could pose problems; from what he remembered, not all of the satyrs were very good at interpreting meaning, especially if metaphors were used. Cain winced as he accepted Honey's offered hand, taking aid to stagger back to his feet. "The -" a pause, long enough for the reminder to settle in. "I think Cabin Seven is the new infirmary," he corrected softly, the fingers on his right arm quaking from the cold.

[The Fox]

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Tags: None, Location: Training Hall



After some time resting, Chad hops up from his bed. He quietly puts on his camp shirt and some jeans before checking his bracelets. When he confirms evetything is there, he heads out of the Athena cabin and heads over to the training hall. Paces and stretches a bit before pulling a charm off a bracelet. It forms itself quickly into a gladius, a one handed sword made of Celestian Bronze. He takes a few practice swings at the dummies before backing off. Something felt off with his stances. He takes to practising forms instead, making sure his skills stay up to snuff.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“There’s a difference between an advantage from normal human genetics and...godly stuff,” she pointed out. “You wouldn’t put a cheetah in a horse race.” She frowned, not having meant to imply they were closer to an entirely different species from regular motals, but unsure how far off that really was. “Hopefully it doesn’t.” With the way things were going, it was likely it would, but it didn’t seem necessary to voice her pessimism.

Auggie gave him a questioning look when he laughed, clearly amused by something in his own head. She didn’t have to ask before the joke was shared, and she responded with a groan, rolling her eyes despite the smile on her face. “Comedy gold,” she muttered dryly, trying to hide the laughter in her voice and failing. “I think I’d rather face a mosquito uprising than spend the rest of my life stomping cicadas. That sounds awful.”

“I know,” she confirmed, finding more humour in the situation than anything. She hadn’t taken offence at the comment, it was difficult to when she barely saw an association between herself and the god of the Underworld. If anything, she’d used it as a deflection, but the topic returned regardless, impossible to avoid forever. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out,” she said with a slightly shaky breath, still not too keen on the thought of reuniting with her friend. It was easy enough to believe things could be okay when she was sitting with Orin, listening to him say things that should have made sense, pretending it was all black and white. But there was still that chance that it would go terribly—that Stella really was angry for everything that had happened, that she blamed her—and Auggie wasn’t sure she could actually face that. It was easy enough to say it didn’t matter, she was well versed in the art of shrugging things off and acting unbothered, but that didn’t make any of it true, and it didn't make it hurt any less. “Annoying as hell if you ask me,” she agreed, attempting to lighten her tone again.

“Well maybe it’s good that you don’t, otherwise you wouldn’t have done the stupid stuff and then you wouldn’t have learnt the right thing to say.” The following question sounded a bit philosophical, like something that could be argued either way and never really have an answer, but she considered it. “I don’t think they would say they are, but people like…” She didn’t even want to say his name. “I mean, maybe they think they’re doing the right thing but...they have to be able to see it right? When people do really evil things there’s no way they don’t know what they’re doing is wrong. Just because they have their reasons doesn’t mean it’s not intentionally evil. They’re either setting out to do exactly what they’re doing or they’re just stupid.” It was possible she was being a bit cynical, but she’d never been particularly taken with trying to see the good in people.

“Control…I don't think it's that easy.” Control was the one thing she’d always fought for and never felt like she’d had, the one thing that had caused her to overreact and make situations worse than they had to be simply because she couldn’t handle the feeling of things being out of her hands, the one thing she constantly feared losing even when she'd rarely had it to begin with. But despite her repeated attempts and repeated failure at having control over the things that happened to her, it wasn’t something she was ready to give up on. “Cause problems for other people before they can cause problems for you,” she mused, only half joking.

Auggie might have been surprised at the sudden bitterness in his voice, but it hadn’t really come out of nowhere. It had been building up, a slow pressure beneath the surface since he'd returned, and it felt like it still was, though she wasn’t sure exactly where it was leading. “Just what?” she asked, shifting slightly to look at him. A sudden stab of pain in her arm reminded her of the injury she’d been trying desperately to ignore, and she sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, eyes going to the nightstand just out of her reach. “There’s a..." She nodded towards the nightstand. "I think I have some painkillers in that drawer...can you…” Normally, she wouldn’t have asked, but she was worried that standing up might result in another bout of unconsciousness, and she really didn’t want to deal with that again.

━━━ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

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

“Um...yeah, probably,” he agreed. Did rocks have feelings? He shook the thought away, not wanting to delve too far into something that had been proposed by a mind that clearly wasn’t all there at the moment. “Good, let me know if you find out anything interesting.” He wasn’t sure if he was humouring Leo or if he was genuinely curious now.

He knew, logically, that Leo had simply passed out, that he hadn’t just dropped dead in the middle of the Dining Pavilion after surviving an attack from vicious ghosts and skeletons and whatever the hell else had been thrown at them, but he still felt a little wave of relief when the boy spoke again. “Doesn’t seem like you slept it off very well then,” he commented. He understood the insistence that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed—though he was pretty sure it was—and he could understand why Leo seemed a little annoyed with him despite the fact that he’d just stopped him from smacking his head against the ground, but that didn’t stop the mild frustration from creeping into his tone. “Well maybe you walked here but you’re not doing a very good job of staying upright now, are you?”

“Oh, good. See I was worried for a minute there that it had just been your head. Would’ve been a real shame if you got knocked down from only one bullet wound.” He shook his head. “Seriously, man, you want like...some water or something? I’m not gonna call the blonde brigade on you but maybe take it easy for a second, alright?”

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

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

Corey responded to Liv’s look with a sarcastically pleasant smile, looking a bit smug in their satisfaction at the girl’s confusion. It’s not like explaining anything properly would make it less confusing, she’d just have to figure things out on her own, and until then, Corey was going to have as much fun as they could messing with her head.

“Yeah...you’d think given their skill set they’d be a bit better at hiding their intentions. I think they just don’t want to.” They shrugged. Corey snorted at the threat, raising an eyebrow as they looked between Liv and the rowdy Hermes table. “Bit old fashioned isn’t it? Cutting off the hands of thieves? Probably effective though, I’d say go for it.” They nodded sagely, deadpan expression making it unclear whether the offered support was a joke or not.

[sammy,]

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

"yeah, but we're not that different, are we?" he asked. "it's more like - more like dog breeds. you know, crufts, and that. they're all judged essentially on the same kind of criteria, even if they're not all the same genetically. i mean, if you look at a - a yapping little chihuahua and you compare it to a german shepherd, one of them's got more of an advantage for sniffing out all the crims and the dirty, dirty asbo-holders of the world, but they're both still dogs." the conversation was venturing further into conjecture, the intricacies of what made them all tick. orin had always been a little more connected to the mortal blood that ran through him. he was a son of zeus by chance and nothing more. despite withheld beliefs from outer sources, it didn't particularly make him better than anyone. "and i'd definitely put a cheetah in a horse race. if anything, the horses would run faster. they'd have something to run from. higher stakes."

the pleased look only doubled in response to the groan, egged on by the clear distaste for the excellent use of fitting wordplay. "come on, you love it really," he snickered. "they only come out every so often. it wouldn't be a year-round thing. just an occasional step out to crack down on the cicadas."

the point was clear - the fear was of making herself vulnerable. if stella was on the scene, then there were confrontations to be had, emotions that would have to be looked at in the eye rather than glossed over. still, he thought it was worth it. no point in waiting around. he didn't want that regret for her. "i'll have you know that hell is nowhere near as annoying as i am," he said, the shoe on the other foot when it came to word usage.

"it would've been nice to've just been born this brilliant," he said softly. there had to be an easier way to gain perspective than making blunder after blunder when it came to life decisions. the question on people, therefore, was a difficult one. the optimistic stance was that everyone was just doing their best to make a world that they were happy to live in. the realistic one was a little more dread inducing. "there're a lot of stupid people around. i wouldn't discount it."

"it's never that easy. but it's nice to think it would be," picturing a world that allowed them complete control over their lives, their actions - it felt like quite the pipe dream. there were too many things happening in their lives in particular, too many variables that dictated their decisions for them. "exactly. that might be the trick to existing properly."

the thoughts were accumulating themselves, collecting in his head. they had always been there, he realised, but now they were threading into sentences, more tangible than they had been in the past. they took a brief intermission when the reminder of her injury came, and he put it to one side. "yeah, yeah, no bother," he said, shuffling tentatively away toward the nightstand.

as he rustled through the drawer, they returned. a little flimsier, maybe, but still there. "it's just - you know, it's always been happening. no one ever asks -" the blister pack of painkillers grabbed, passed as he went on. "no one ever questions it. it's just the way that things kind of go along, and it doesn't - i don't like -"
his eyes fell on a photo. it shouldn't have stunted his words in the way that it had. it wouldn't have. but there was something wrong with it, something that made his voice die in his throat and a settling feeling of something off land on his chest. the toilet in the restaurant, back to create more havoc. "don't like -" orin tried again, but it was a lost cause. there was a man in the photo and he knew him. there was a man in the photo and he couldn't figure out why he knew him, but he was wearing a jacket, and orin was wearing the same jacket, and -
i hope it's in good hands.
"who's this?" he picked it up, careful with the way his fingers fell, scared to tarnish the image as though it were some holy object. "he was - that's the guy. that's the guy by the river. the - the one who gave me the glasses. the one who - before crow came, and -"

it was difficult to tap into the scrambled thoughts. to retain the memory was to revive the headspace, the baffled, scattered mind, the overwhelmed and understimulated smattering. it wasn't supposed to be there. there was the underworld and there was the real world and he didn't particularly want to face the car crash that had occurred in the middle. anxiety drifted into the pit of his chest - perhaps not due to the circumstances, but the way that fate had tumbled. everything seemed written out. planned. the destiny remained as written as it had always been.

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

he thought he had slept it off brilliantly, actually. the tone went unappreciated. "i did a good job with what i was given," he grumbled. "there was a lot going on in there." it had been too loud and too bright and the strange state of lingering unconsciousness had not reacted well to either of these facets. he had tried. he had certainly done his best. he had gotten hungry. he had managed to get to the dining pavilion. it felt like those things were being glossed over a little bit. "i'm not upright, i'm sitting," because the only way out of the situation was to be more pedantic, he had concluded. and as a lick of sense returned to him, a little, breathy laugh escaped his throat - not so much out of humour but born of disbelief - and he looked up, the lights smearing caleb's face. "are you worried?"

"i don't need your - your -" he waved vaguely as he searched for a word. "your nagging. i don't need to take anything easy. it's all good. i am - i am swimming." with the fishes, maybe. "y'take everything so seriously. maybe i just didn't like standing up. i've ben standing up all day. my feet were hurting. it's fine." the overt vulnerability was a source of discomfort, and though his manner of brushing it off was not very convincing, he was making the attempt anyway. "you can call whoever you want. i dunno who'd actually come over, though."

[indigo']

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

“I guess not…” She didn’t think it mattered that much how different they really were when people would see them as monsters regardless, but felt that was better left unsaid. She’d seen the fear in people’s eyes when she’d used her powers, before she was really old enough to understand the repercussions of such actions. She’d been made to feel wrong, broken, isolated, and that wasn’t easily unlearned. They weren’t like the people who had been born without godly influence, and after the press conference, it didn't seem like they were far off from the rest of the world thinking the same way her mother had—or worse. “Yeah, but that’s why chihuahuas aren’t police dogs. They’re not made the same.” She snorted at the following comment, shaking her head. “Yeah, you would. That wasn’t my point.”

“You’re insufferable. That was awful. Worst joke I’ve ever heard,” she replied with a smile, looking at him in a way that implied she didn’t mean a word she was saying. “That sounds like some weird southern thing. An annual cicada stomp.”

“I didn’t mean you. I meant things happening," she clarified. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re probably the least annoying person in this place. Good to know, though. That’s quite an achievement.” She was brushing past the joke, trying to ignore the twinge of panic she felt every time he mentioned his experience in the Underworld. His attempts to make light of the situation were probably a good thing. She hoped it was a good thing.

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be as fun. What’s the point in knowing things if you don’t have to completely ruin your own life first? And not knowing crap gives you an excuse,” she said, eyebrows raised. “If you don’t know any better, you can plead ignorance.” The world was full of stupid people doing stupid things, but that didn’t feel like a reasonable explanation for all the wrong that was done. It was certainly responsible for some of it, but she didn’t have enough faith in humanity to believe all evil was the result of idiots making mistakes. “Maybe,” she murmured softly, not quite sold but lacking the energy to contradict.

“There’s lots of things that are nice to think, doesn’t make them real.” Of course control would be nice, but Auggie had long since given up on expecting good things to happen. Believing in nice thoughts was no longer in her nature. “Or the trick to absolute chaos. Either way it’s a win.”

She was distracted from her cynicism by the pain in her arm, the sharp feeling enough to dissipate any thoughts that had been forming in her brain. “Thank you.” She frowned as he continued the thought, taking the packet from him and popping out one of the tablets. She leaned down to retrieve a water bottle left on the floor, waiting for the end of a sentence that never came. She looked up, seeing the look of confusion on his face, but not the source. “What’s up?” The revelation of the photo caught her off guard, and something in his tone set a nervous flutter in her chest. She leaned forward to look at it. “That’s my Uncle Jack…” Her heart dropped into her stomach. “He— what? The guy you met in the Underworld...was my uncle? How…” There were a thousand thoughts racing through her head, but all of them were pushed aside when she saw the look on his face, heard the anxiousness in his voice. “Hey,” she said softly, laying a hand on his arm. “Breathe. You’re here.”

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

Caleb sighed at the hostile response, silently reminding himself that slapping an injured man wasn’t going to make him any more agreeable. “Okay,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. “Alright.” He scoffed at the following question. “Of course I’m worried, you dolt. You just got shot and then you fainted and I had to drag your limp body over here, what part of that isn't worrying?” The question had obviously been meant as a taunt, something he was supposed to wave off or deny. He was used to treating life like a performance, but he didn’t buy into the idea that he wasn’t allowed to be worried about people, even if it was someone he’d only had a couple brief conversations with who didn’t seem to want anything to do with his worry.

“Do you want me to not care? Would you have preferred I left you on the floor?” Caleb rolled his eyes. “Gods, you’re stubborn. Is this an Ares kid thing, or a you thing?” It was obvious Leo was trying to deflect from the fact that he was a little less okay than he would have liked to be, that was understandable. If he didn’t want nagging, then he’d simply get his own attitude in return. “Well not with the mouth you’re giving. It’s no wonder they let you leave the infirmary.” He leaned across the table, swiped an unused goblet and commanded it to fill with water before holding it out to Leo. “Here. You can pretend I’m poisoning you if it makes you feel better.”

[sweet.peaches~]

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⚡ 16 | she/her | zeus | location: dining pavilion (table 10) | tags: ophelia

riley admittedly didn't have her eyes focused on ophelia much. perhaps before, but it was a lot harder to handle everything that was happening. of course, she would never confess to such a thing. her thoughts bounced back and forth, from bitterness and grief and then back to anger. but that had to be nothing for the great demigod. "meaninglessness." riley bit her lip, you really think i would care about the opinion of somebody like you? maybe it was a lie, maybe it wasn't. she didn't really know what was true and what was real anymore, but it had to be more of an exaggeration. "gosh, i didn't think you cared about the likes of me. 'course, i can't say that i'm not too surprised, i tend to stay in people's' hearts." it was a joke, but there was still (mostly) enough truth for riley to believe that. after all, who wouldn't like her? she was the daughter of zeus for gods' sake, and not to mention a great personality and humour. unfortunately, not everybody saw that - to be honest, riley felt sorry for them - and so there was no reason for her to reason with them, and by them she meant ophelia. "you know, maybe you should be more original instead," riley slightly tilted her head. "using other people's threats? it's predictable, at least for you. don't you have, i don't know, some sort of.. skill? try to charmspeak out of the situation? shove me to the ground? oh wait, you can't. so you're relying on mr. d now," she raised an eyebrow, "and you're not even trying to attempt anything. how pathetic."

[sammy,]

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ivicabin thirteen.

"the least annoying?" orin's eyebrows shot up. that didn't sound right. didn't match up with the reputation that he had built himself in the slightest. "i'm doing something very wrong. i've gotta shape up. i can't have you believing stuff like that." it was a surprising thing to hear, in all honesty, and perhaps her judgement was a little clouded by the context that they shared - but even so, it didn't seem the type of thing she'd admit so readily. "you must be more injured than i thought"

her idea of 'fun' was a little skewed, but he wasn't exactly in a position to deny the things she was saying. easier to believe that they were better people for what they had gone through, that the experiences that had shaped them had, in some way, been a form of entertainment, something worth doing rather than a pointless and futile struggle. he didn't want to believe that it was all for nothing. "see, i'd try to plea ignorance, but everyone knows that i know everything there is to know," and if experiences were what solidified knowledge, then there was a shred more truth in orin's words than he would have liked to admit. he knew a lot more having left - had a few more associations, a few more lessons that he didn't know he'd ever be able to apply to his real life - all under his belt, ready for their time to come. maybe not the best thing.

"used to have a teacher that said that believing we can control things is hubris. she said that's why god invented tsunamis," he paused for thought. "clipped my ear when i said that ireland didn't have tsunamis, but i think i was just intentionally missing her point." the chaos element was certainly true. a bit of fun to be found in the mess of it all. "well, everything started from a little bit of chaos. wouldn't be here otherwise. it's gotta be a win."

the thought process as the man in the photo's identity was revealed and confirmed was quick. a myriad of different feelings, all felt at once, all reactionary, all poignant and difficult - the fallback, the easy option, the grounding that had been forgotten for so long and now felt like the only thing keeping the so-called control intact, keeping reality within arms' reach - jason statham - "yeah, it's - just give us a minute," he murmured. "it's - restaurant toilet. i just need a minute."
maybe it was the reminder of the lethe's bank, so stark and unexpected, or the fact that he hadn't known, and felt as though he had made a vast error in the interaction, which was collecting together; or the fact that it solidified the reality of one of the spirits, which meant that the rest of them were unmistakeably real. it had been easy to see them as a set of stories. it had been easy to see them as memories that had no real connection, no true palpability; maybe it was the pure chance of it all, his father sending someone linked to auggie to kick him up the backside, the way it felt as though it had all been planned, that none of it was down to chance, which was frightening in and of itself, and - patrick stewart -
it wasn't working.

the moment passed. couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds. the hand on his arm, the little voice, returning to the forefront of reality. he let out a little, sharp laugh, serrated around the edges. "it's alright. it's fine, it's just weird. that's weird. weird that that - i wasn't expecting that," he put the photo down ever-so slowly, then sat down, giving a pursed-lipped smile. "it's okay. breathing. here." the conversation was becoming clearer. "he was - right before i met astoria. i was on the ropes. he - he showed up. it was a short conversation. should've - should've clocked, really, 'cause he mentioned the jacket, but i didn't - well, i didn't know where the jacket had come from, so i suppose i couldn't've clocked, but -" he felt like he should have. "sorry." absently, his knee bounced. "i wish i'd known."

[*Lovel*]

【➸】 Finnick “Finn” Vouvali【➸】

Son of Apollo ☀ Cabin 7 ☀ 17 ☀ Questioning

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Tags: Hank
Location: Apollo table

Finnick smiled as Izzy took the offering. He reached down and petted her gently, he turned his attention to Hank as he began explaining where he had been. Finn leaned back avoiding the tomato sauce as it went flying about. "Places, right. Well at least I didn't have to see you on one of my tables." Finn looked to his vegetables scrunching up his nose in disgust. Why had he grabbed them again? Ryan's words must've gotten to him than he'd intended. Ryan was doing his job, no need to feel cast aside. Though Finn prided himself on his healing abilities, it wasn't easy for him to ignore the fact he could use his abilities and heal people much easier. Learning the old fashioned way was difficult but he wanted to do it.

Finnick looked at Hank out the corner of his eye with a smirk. He's definitely out of sorts "I can assure you I am not. I've been working all afternoon, it'd be unethical for me to do my work under... well the influence." he laughed at the thought. "Who have you been with all afternoon?" he asked tilting his head closer to Hank. He shoved another piece of chicken with a single green bean in his mouth with a shudder. No matter how healthy these things may be I despise them.

『❄❅』 Aydan Hunt『❅❄』

Son of Khione ☃ Cabin 22 ☃ 16 ☃ Heterosexual

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Tags: Chuck
Location: Dining pavilion

"Yeah same I guess." Aydan didn't know how much truth lay within those words but didn't think about it too much. Chuck was much less than convincing but he didn't feel like continuing an interrogation. "Sure goat boy." he didn't know if the annoyance of not knowing was written on his face but luckily his back was the thing facing Chuck.

"Mira, Ophelia's sister?" he couldn't say it swayed Aydan too much if he was Mira's friend. Aydan still hardly knew Mira but he wondered if he was Ophelia's friend too. "Are you also friends with Ophelia?" he didn't mean to ask it just kind of came out and Aydan was thankful Chuck couldn't see the red develop on his cheeks. "Thank you." he said only a tone higher than a whisper. His gaze drifted away to the Aphrodite table unconsciously, he saw Ophelia with some rigid looking blonde. He wondered what they were talking about, hopefully the girl wasn't giving Ophelia any trouble.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Mira, Aggy, Quest group
Location: Hampton Inn

"Honestly I'm envious, I can't even figure out my feelings let alone tell a person I like them." he forced his gaze not to shift and just stared off into nothing. His features were caught momentarily stuck in a look of daze but soon Ash put on a smile and looked at Mira again. She looked like she was about to faint, Ash felt a ping of guilt in his gut. "Breathe Belle." he said softly putting a hand on her back rubbing in circles. "Hey when we get back how about we bake something?" he suggested a hopeful mans suggestion.

"You're welcome" it felt odd saying the words. He didn't feel she needed to thank him, all he did was accept who she was. Was that really something to thank him for? Although as he thought about it he realized it was something he looked for. Something that made it hard for him to make friends. Something that was hard for him to do for himself. If he had fully accepted who he was then he could've told E how he felt those couple years ago. He could've stayed with him, Ash could figure out these new and unsure feelings about Teilo. "It's important for others to accept us but they can't if we don't accept ourselves first." Nice advice, now follow it yourself. he sighed softly.

"I - You can always count on me dear." he returned his gaze forward. His hand dropped to his side. "Lets." he let the word settle a moment before walking to the door and opening it for the rest. "Lets go Cannon, I don't fancy this weather and I'm tired. You must be wanting a nice warm shower after your experience." a smirk returning for Aggy. Ash wanted to ask what it was like getting hit with his sand but right now didn't seem like a good time. Maybe after they actually get their rooms.

[Kveykva]

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

Aside from the mild complaints, Teilo didn't want to talk about it. That much was obvious. "Gotcha." The son of Athena bobbed his head and left it there, not prying any deeper. Inside, the gears were turning. Teilo clearly had his own opinions on the matter, ones he didn't feel like sharing - that usually led Aiden to try and get into his head, so to speak. He wasn't quite sure how Teilo worked yet, given that they'd only known each other for a couple days, despite how long the other had been at camp. It might eat into his sleep tonight, which wasn't a good thing. Thanks Mom. "Stupid..." he grumbled to himself. Aggy had darted ahead of the crowd, planning to leave them all in the snow for first crack at getting a room. "Hey - !" too late. Mirabelle was close behind, chiding in the same fashion she always did, with Ash right beside her. The weather - the day as whole - was dragging down on Aiden, and he didn't have the energy to dart forward and hold Aggy back, even though he should have. "I'm beat, let's not stand around in this any longer than we have to." he said, adding his two cents to the mess of complaints already voiced from the other campers. "Come on, hurry it up!" He motioned for the stragglers to pick up the pace, zipping up his parka further to keep out the chill.

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[✦] | Hephaestus | 18 | Male | Cabin 7 ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Mateo, Open
❝ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒❞

Wilhelm nodded distantly at the congratulation, his emotions on the matter rather mixed. He didn't regret any action he'd taken, but if he recalled anything that boy - a son of Khione, if he had to assume - spat in the aftermath, not everyone agreed with his decision. The dinner horn called loud and clear in the midst of their catching up, and Mateo decided to try his luck with the Apollo cabin. Will said nothing else, and let his brother go with a wave. Maybe I ought to hurry up there, he thought to himself, remembering that he'd skipped lunch to work on burial shrouds (and the following attack left him unable to eat any of the pickings he'd taken afterward). They were finished now, and it felt strange knowing they would actually be used. Some of them, at least - most of them. Whether Aiden's would be burned alone, or with a body within it... that's the thought that sickened his stomach. Still, it wasn't enough to ruin his appetite, but when Will spotted Chiron cantering up to the mess hall, he worried that wouldn't last long.

Wilhelm wasn't sure he was in the right state of mind to hear whatever announcement Chiron had planned, so he delayed his arrival slightly by taking a detour past the firepit. As expected, his weapon lay discarded right where he'd left it, just barely beyond the cinders. "Sorry," he murmured an apology to the shotgun, brushing wet snow from its body. It was understandably disgruntled, but Will didn't receive the verbal lashing he expected. In fact, he knew very little about the thing - he hadn't even named it yet, given that this was its first time seeing action. I'll have to fix that here soon. another thing to add to his mental list, and he felt even less prepared to take more bad news than before. The spots of gold in the snow were noticed but not given any thought, and Will barely acknowledged the liquid on the barrel as he set the gun against his shoulder, trudging through the cold to get some much needed dinner.

"... but I fear these attacks on camp are far from over. Tomorrow we will begin the process of fortifying our borders and setting up defences against the host of monsters, should they disable the fleece again. I must commend all of you on your bravery and skill in battle on this night." By the time Will reached the mess hall, Chiron sounded as though he was wrapping up the rest of his announcements. An ear pricked to the campers around him answered any questions he might have had; the shrouds would be burned at the funerals tonight, and with confirmation that Orin was among the deceased, that brought the total to nineteen. As grim as it sounded, this was beyond murder. This was war.