Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[WitchHazel]

Mirabelle Everhart
|♡|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn Room 208 ➡ 207|Tags: Ash|

Mirabelle listened calmly as Ash started to talk about his feelings and when he'd noticed them. "Sometimes it's quick like that," she commented softly, "while other times, it takes years to develop." She thought back on her own connection with Delilah - it had taken quite some time for those emotions to blossom into being. And Juliet had taken some time as well, though she knew now that they were less in love than she'd thought. As for Ash's confession about comforting others, she'd somewhat expected that. It made sense in her regard - she hadn't known him well before the quest, and even now, their friendship was still new. It made sense that his loyalty to Delilah would spur him into looking out for her, especially given what he'd seen between them. The thought of being seen by anyone made her stomach do a backflip, but at least Ash had promised to keep her secret and didn't seem to have the least bit of judgement either way. I was so stupid, kissing her out in the open like that? Ugh, what got into me?

"Y-Yeah... not my proudest moment, but I was a bit shocked, to say the least." She let out a light laugh, though her insides still squirmed with residual embarrassment. "Again, I just... needed time to figure some things out. It was confusing and opened up a whole world of turbulent emotions that I didn't want to think about, but eventually everything settled and I was able to process the situation like a rational person." A small chuckle slipped through her lips, sounding much less nervous than the previous exhalation. It felt good to talk about these things, even if it was just to help someone else. Especially if it was just to help someone else.

Mirabelle's eyes drifted down as Ash held out his injured hand for her to examine. She took it in her own pale fingers, noting the blotchy red bruising that had begun to appear. She ran her fingertips up his knuckle, feeling for anything where it shouldn't be. "It doesn't seem like you've broken or dislocated anything... we can't know for certain without an x-ray, a child of a medicine god, or Reese, but you've definitely bruised the bone. I would recommend icing it tonight, and wrapping it tomorrow before we head out. If it's really painful, you can take a tiny bit of ambrosia to speed the healing process or I can give you some Tylenol. I wouldn't take anything with aspirin or ibuprofen in it because those are blood thinners, and where there's bruising, there's internal bleeding. If you need any medical supplies, I'm just across the hall - I can run and grab them for you now, or we could meet tomorrow morning before breakfast." Though she hid it very well, Mirabelle was rather exhausted. The charmspeak had taken more out of her than she'd anticipated, not to mention the journey and the fact that she hadn't had much sleep the night previous. Priorities, Mirabelle. Make sure Ash is alright, then shower, then bed.


Juliet Pratten
|⟡|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Cabin Seven ➡ Campfire|Tags: Tulip ➡ Open|

"Have fun with your air, Tutu!" Juliet waved the satyr off with a chicken leg in hand. When Tulip was gone, Juliet turned back to her food and devoured it within a matter of minutes. Now full of sustenance and warmth from the blankets, the daughter of Hermes was feeling almost back to normal. It's probably time for campfire, she reckoned. Funerals will be happening. I should go, if only for Gianna. It was a total bummer that people had died, sure, but Juliet wasn't the type to break down and cry over something like that. Not unless the eulogy was going to be really sad and sappy, anyway. Man, I wish we did Jewish funerals here. At least then, she could sit shiva and make everyone bring her food. I should start over there. At least the fire'll be warm. She kept a blanket with her just in case, especially seeing as she had lost her coat sometime during the battle. I'll have to look for it tomorrow. It was a gift from mom; no way I'm losing that thing.


Kathryn Blackwood
|☽|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Cabins Circle|Tags: Cricket, Lucy|

Shrugging on her dark cloak to ward against the cold, Kathryn started to follow a group of demigods towards the campfire. The small migration paused, however, when a small boy - Nemo, Kathryn recalled - came rushing past, nearly tripping over himself in the process. He seemed to be headed towards the pavilion. If Kathryn hadn't known better, she would have thought something was chasing him by the way he was tearing up the hill. Strange. She traced his steps to where a nymph was talking with - wait, was that Lucy? Her heart skipped a little - by the Poseidon cabin.

As she drew closer, she began to realise that Lucy had pinned someone to the wall with one of her arrows. What in the blazes - is that a spirit? It was difficult to tell sometimes. When she was younger, she'd had a much harder time discerning the dead from the living, and vice versa. Maybe it was just an older camper... but no, something was off. Her gut was telling her otherwise.

A nymph was already there asking Lucy if she needed any help, but they looked more like they would hide rather than fight if it came down to it. "Hey, sweet cheeks. Whatcha got there?" She shifted her weight from one boot to another, flicking out one of the Sisters. The Crone - the blade of Stygian Iron. He doesn't look so tough.

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

Liv couldn't help but feel a bit of pride when Corey pegged her for an instigating type. However, her mood was soon soured by the older demigod's teasing about her views on society. "If you'd been crapped on by society just as much, then yeah, you would too." The response was snippier than she'd expected it to be, but she didn't care enough to apologise. She was just telling the truth, after all.

"Makes their eyes burn? I'd like to see that." Liv offered Corey the beginnings of a smirk. "Maybe I'll use your 'perfect' stick figures to punish the Hermes kids if they mess with my stuff. I'll hold their eyes open and force them to look. Or just paper their bed in them or something. 'There is no escape' kind of deal." An amused snort puffed out through her nose, though it wasn't obvious if she was joking or not. But that was part of the fun.

"Yeah, I guess." Beauty from pain... Liv could work with that. A lot of her pieces were similarly themed. As she thought further on the topic, she dug around in her jacket pocket to retrieve a travel-sized sketchpad and a small pencil. "Hey, let's get closer so I can get a good look. I want to see the violet fire up close."


Chuck Oakes
|❀|He/Him|Satyr|Location: Campfire|Tags: Jack|

Chuck nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice sounded from next to him, but he quickly relaxed when he noticed that it was just Jack. "Like, yeah, man! Sorry, I was like totally spacin'. But I'm groovy, or - uh, at least chill." He kicked at a clump of snow with a cloven hoof. "I was just like, rememberin' that Mr. D's gotta say goodbye to one of his kids, you know? Major bummer for the dude, man."

The thought of funerals turned his mind to Orin, who was absolutely, totally, definitely dead. Is his body like... still there, or did he like, jump back into it or somethin'? Two Orins was a wild thought, even if one was technically inanimate. If the funerals are like, startin' up soon... should I go find the dude and tell him? I don't want him to miss his entrance, man! Got 'Don't Fear the Reaper' ready to go on pipes and everythin'.


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

The clothes were comfortable. A little big, but comfortable - that much Vivienne had to admit. She'd never really dressed for comfort before, however. It was almost a foreign sensation to her body. When she was little, she would wear whatever she was lucky enough to have. After Khione took her under her wing, the goddess was the one who chose her clothing. Vivienne hadn't really ever thought about what she would wear if she had a choice.

When she'd finished changing clothes, she stalked back into the kitchen as Kayle had instructed. The dog was gone, as promised - that was a relief. Vivienne was a bit mortified that Kayle had been able to tell she was afraid of dogs - or had she? She'd only mentioned the way Vivienne had tensed up, nothing more. To someone like Vivienne, the thought of showing fear to anyone else - especially someone she barely knew - was not something she enjoyed. Fear meant weakness, and weakness meant vulnerability. Vivienne Isole did not ever want to be seen as vulnerable, though she knew the ship had certainly sailed on that one. Definitely with Nicholas, and likely with Kayle, given the manner of her arrival.

Uncertainty guided Vivienne's movements as she hovered in the kitchen hall. She usually took her meals in private, and before that, it had been a bit of a free-for-all - in the decent homes, that was. The concept of eating dinner with other people; a 'family dinner', if you will, was one alien to her. She decided to await further instruction, assuming Kayle likely heard her stiff footfalls against the floor as she'd entered.


Audra Stark
|⛈|17|She/They|Kymopoleia|Ghost|Location: Morgantown, PA|Tags: Nicholas|

Audra chuckled a little when Nicholas talked about his way with words, though the last topic seemed to irk her. "Who are they to judge your choices? That's messed up. I say do whatever makes you feel most like 'you'. That's what really matters." It was ironic, she supposed, given she was speaking to Death. But still, there was a person in there - she could see him starting to emerge from the immortal shell and into the light as Nicholas went on.

"'Too much faith'?" She scoffed, though the act was without malice. "Buddy, I'm an optimist - or, at least I used to be. 'Too much faith' is what I do." Perks of being self-aware, she could at least make jokes about it. "But if you expect to just say that and not give some sort of an explanation as to why, then sorry, you're stuck with the faith." He wasn't so insufferable, now that she was seeing him in a new light. The label of 'god' was falling away, to be replaced with the label of 'person'. "You know, you're more human than I thought you'd be. Metaphorically, at least." He was even similar to Vivienne, in ways that were making themselves more and more apparent the more he revealed about his past. She could feel the strength of his emotions infringing upon her own, but it wasn't a bad sensation. It helped her to understand better, in a way. If children of Aphrodite can do this naturally, then why aren't they more empathetic?

"He sounds... like a really good guy." Yeah, it was a little lame, but what else was she supposed to say? Ryan did sound like a good guy - someone she probably would've gotten on with, had they met. "You lost a piece of yourself when he died. Vivienne felt... she felt the same, when I was gone. I had to watch her fall apart, knowing there was nothing I could do." A fragment of guilt flashed across Audra's periwinkle gaze. "Even if she didn't have the god-human power struggle you went through... I think she'd understand a lot of it. Her own battle is similar, in a way - but her voice of inhumanity comes from the outside." Khione. Audra didn't have to say the name aloud; not only because Nicholas could hear her thoughts.

"Pff. Overshare? I literally poured my heart out to you about Vivienne earlier. If anything, it's only fair." Humour danced in Audra's voice, though her eyes remained serious. "And technically, I did ask. It's all part of the reason why you brought me here." She took a breath - or, at least, she would have, if she'd had any lungs. "I don't know which is worse... knowing someone you love is going to die, or watching someone you love die suddenly. But feeling powerless in any situation; knowing there's nothing you can do... it changes you. I don't need to tell you that." She shifted on the grassy earth beneath her, tracing Ryan's name on the headstone with her gaze. "You built yourself up from nothing," she observed. "Now Vivienne's trying to do the same." A brief silence fell before she spoke again, heavy with the weight of consideration. "I'm going to keep my promise to her. I'll try to find a way back, even if you stand in my way. But... Nicholas." Her voice was softer and gentler than it had been for the entire duration of their conversation. "If I find Ryan, I'll try to bring him back too."

[sammy,]

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

"no, no, that's not even, like, taste level. a bad cook can still appreciate good food. you shouldn't bring yourself down. that was excellent. i want to have it. i might have to - what did you say, make a prophet? i'm having that. that's being had. if you're not claiming it, it's mine," he put his hands up. "i'm pretty sure that by denying my thunder you're committing an offence against zeus himself. that's who gave me the thunder in the first place. imagine that this is what gets you smitten down." he let out a little sigh. "leave 'em wanting more. stopping while you're ahead, i get it. i get it."

he considered buzz aldrin for a while, and then the reaction, which was - well, anticipated, really. "i dunno. i just kind of thought he'd punch my shoulder, i'd punch his shoulder, and then we'd run away into the sunset together. the moonset. the faked moon-landing set." a wistful expression appeared on his face. at the time, he hadn't really considered the repercussions. it was just something to say. something to do. making his little impact, collecting himself as a person once more. "do you think i made that much of an impact? do you think he remembers me? i'm gonna start blushing. i hope he does." a false air of excitement. "what if i see him and he, like, hides? what if he hides from me? god, i might've traumatised the moon man."

he tried an uppity, shocked expression when she laughed, but he couldn't quite help laughing along with her. it was a good way to have lost a sense or two, he supposed. a stupid situation, an accident. a story to tell that could lead to hysterics. "i wasn't taken out. just my sense of smell. which is great, because - i mean, there are benefits. you never have to worry about fancy food, 'cause it's all the same, most the time. bad smells are a thing of the past. in a way, it's a blessing. heightened my other senses, too. i can hear dog whistles." maybe that was a stretch. "you'd better not be imagining it."

orin grimaced a little when it was confirmed that the injury was still causing her trouble, though the fact she had been honest about it rather than brushing it off felt like a good thing. there were silver linings. as long as it wasn't as bad as it had been, they were on the right track. "if it ends up falling off, you can use it as some kind of bludgeoning weapon. or - or you could make a flute out of your arm bone, like pachacuti," he offered. not much of a pleasantry, but minimising it felt pointless. "well, he used other people's arm bones, but - well, you get my point." as he considered this and she shifted, he pulled his arms to hold her head, returning to the idle combing of her hair without second thought, an instinctive action. "i don't know, it's all kind of lost on me," he said. "kind of feels like everything's slowed down. normally it's like -" he tapped against the side of her head - soft, but rapid little beats, then stopped. "everything's all rapid. i was just thinking about how it's slowed down." he paused. "and how i -" a short, breathy laugh as the thought rose. "i feel like i'm, like, a hair's width away from crying. in a good way, i think. it's a good thing. i've never been the type for happy crying, normally." times had certainly changed, and he with them. "you've got in my head. started reorganising everything. slowed everything down. quite rude of you, if i'm being honest. i appreciate it, but you could've asked first."

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

in a moment, hank was flinging himself over the table, moving far too quickly, prodding and poking at what he must have perceived to be some form of injury. if she had been as injured as he believed, elfie did wonder what he sought to gain from such a process. the ice burn from the ventus attack was mostly forgotten - of course, until poked at - and flared with discomfort once hands landed on it. she remained composed nevertheless, no suitable reason to make a fuss about something so minimal.

"yeah?" she did recall the lack of a comedown from the first few rushes. it had been pleasant at the time. "i don't - i don't think that's a very good idea. could you not ask... i don't know, could you not ask one of your siblings to paint one for you? you're not missing out on much." she let out a short laugh. used to being scrutinised, but not so much within the camp setting, the close analysis of her face was serving to be a source of a bit of discomfort. "yeah. toothache. you got it in one. your diagnostic capabilities never cease to amaze." she said smoothly. "it's fine. i'm glad you're good. it's - you know, it's good. it's great. we should -" standing rather suddenly, bashing her knee against the edge of the table in her haste and holding her breath at the sharp shoot through her leg. "go to the campfire." through gritted, allegedly aching teeth. "things to do. i don't think you wanna take on the role of my dentist, do you? that wouldn't be any fun." in her efforts to conceal the inner turmoil, she was making it rather obvious, smile stretching more into a grimace than a grin. there wasn't much to grin about regardless. the dionysus table was missing a body in a chair that was once filled. enough perspective was had to understand why that was, even if she had been late in her arrival. the clarity did nothing for the brain fog. "come on."

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

"and a strange world it comes from," malcolm commented. "it is." there were, clearly, things that would need some getting used to. he wasn't quite sure just how long she'd spent in the facility, nor what they'd exposed her to. clearly capable of chaos - behaviours that could be siphoned and utilised to his great benefit - but when it came to the more mundane aspects of human life, she seemed to fall short. "we should celebrate. your first fanta, your first lift. you're going up in the world. quite literally, actually."

the lift shot up, anchored on the floor his room was allocated. "daniel will figure out room arrangements. he's good like that. does all of the drony, boring stuff so that we can run riot. 'til then -" he stepped out, led her to the door that opened upon his swiping of the keycard. "go mad. bathroom is through there, fridge over there -" he waved in the general directions. "i've got some things to do. admin. phone calls. yawn. but if you need anything, just wave in front of my face a few times until i respond. it tends to get my attention."

[Kveykva]

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

"People are judgemental. They can't keep their opinions to themselves." At this point, Nicholas had grown used to hearing it. Everyone had a say about something, but so long as they kept him out of it, he didn't care. It almost was ironic that this came up now. It was odd to hear, and odder to feel Audra's faith growing in him. She didn't lie about her optimism, but that didn't change his belief that her faith was misplaced. "Thanks," it was hard to tell whether the gratitude was genuine, save for the slight smile tugging at the god's lips. "Just your friendly neighborhood necromancer."

"He was the best kind of person," he mused woefully. "Better than I deserved. He wasn't my first, I'd dated people before, but I've never fallen so hard for someone before in my life." He knew what Vivienne felt. He knew better than either of them wanted to admit, and that was why he wanted to help her. "I fear for Vivienne to go down the same path I did. Revenge is... refreshing, in the moment, but it doesn't change how empty you feel inside. I don't have remorse for the life I took, but that has more to do with - other factors. Vivienne isn't cold-hearted by nature, and she's far more likely to regret her actions once it's all said and done." If he recalled, she still had mixed feelings on it following the attack. There were a lot of people talking, and despite the many vantages he'd had, he couldn't grasp anything they'd said fully. All he knew is they recognized Vivienne and she recognized them, and their words resonated with her.

Despite Audra's assurances, a light blush of sheepishness burned the top of his ears. "I intended to bring you out to talk privately, not to make this about me." he muffled his cough into his sleeve. "But thank you for listening... I don't talk about it often, people here in Morgantown are the old-fashioned type. Andrew was the only person who really knew, he and Ryan went to school together and were best friends. But it - it isn't something I can bring up with him." Nicholas had his doubts that he ever could mention it, and Andrew still avoided the topic with him in the first place. It was one of those taboo things, he imagined. Built myself up from nothing. That was one way of putting it, but even it was false. "Vivienne still gets to choose the path she wants to walk, but no matter which she picks, it will be miles of clouded hell. The same goes for you, if you're firm that you want to come back through those Doors. I'll open them, but the rest is up to you."

"Don't." his response came swiftly and frigidly. "Please," it softened soon after. "Don't disturb his rest, he's already moved on. I'm the only one who still has to say my goodbyes..." It was a kind offer and one that held the most potential for success, as it didn't go against his self-imposed guidelines, but he knew it wouldn't be fair to drag Ryan back from the afterlife. Nicholas needed to let go, sooner or later. "If there's anyone you should bring back with you, it's -" his hand raised to his throat, body tensing when he realized his amulet no longer dangled from his neck. Every muscle went on alert, and the shift in the mood was immediate. Just as quickly, it faded once he remembered giving it to Vivienne, and the horseman relaxed. "Sorry," he murmured. "I have a spirit bound to my amulet still, and if there's anyone you should bring back with you, it's her." Nicholas regretted what he'd done to her. Immensely. It had been in self-defense, but his use of force was uncalled for all the same.

"Fancy seeing you around here," a feminine voice purred from the headstone. The woman's features were difficult to make out for the most part, but her most defining features were platinum blonde hair and a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses. Nicholas snapped to face the voice, but his expression softened to one of mild discontent upon recognizing the speaker. "Did you even get my letter?" The woman raised a wax sealed letter in her hand, which had visibly been opened. "I did! But I can't very well leave my post, can I? You didn't give me permission for that." She made a fair point, but he had his reasons for that. If he let them wander during his time off, another reaper would come to fill in the gap in their coverage. It still didn't explain why she was here now, but it did give him a solution to Audra's initial question. "I get the questions." he raised a hand to pause Audra's thoughts and catch her attention. "Audra, this is Tavie. They're a reaper, self-explanatory." It didn't take a genius to figure that one out.

"You're asking me a favor." Tavie observed. "There's a group of demigods in New York Audra seeks an audience with. I'm sure you could find them a lot faster than I could, not to mention guide her to the underworld after." That would also give Audra a path to the Doors once he opened them again. Tavie thought on it for a moment, but Nicholas already knew her answer. "Oh, how could I turn down an offer like that?" they tutted. "Anything for you, Little Death." they chirped, ruffling Nicholas' hair, much to the horseman's distaste. "Yeah yeah, cut it out." he waved her off. "Be sure to grab the other one too, she doesn't know the way to the underworld."

[WitchHazel]

Audra Stark
|⛈|17|She/They|Kymopoleia|Ghost|Location: Morgantown, PA|Tags: Nicholas, Tavie|

People are judgmental. That much was true. Audra simply didn't care what they thought - it's better living life as you like it than worrying about petty judgements and such. Audra was someone who spoke her mind, when it was called for. There was no point in lying or pretending you were something you weren't. If people didn't like that, it was their problem, not hers. She couldn't help but laugh a little at Nicholas's one-liner; "Just your friendly neighborhood necromancer." The concept of a guy walking down the street and saying hello to Mr. Brown, his neighbor who had died three years ago, along with the live young woman who lived in his old residence popped into her head. Amusing, to say the least.

She listened quietly as Nicholas spoke on about Ryan, seeming more to himself than to her. "I've never fallen so hard for someone before in my life." Yeah, that about sums it up. Vivienne had been Audra's first love, and her last. She supposed it was the same vice versa. I don't want to be her last love. I want her to bloom and flourish and... just live. She's not living now, not like this. But maybe she's starting to. "What's that one saying? 'Before you start on a journey of revenge, dig two graves' or something like that. I think it was Confucius." Audra shifted her sitting position again; never one to sit still for long periods of time. "Appropriate, given where we are, I guess. But - I don't -" she paused, turning to the death god with the same pleading look in her eye that she'd expressed just that morning. "- I don't want to see her die. Physically or metaphorically. She knows now that this isn't want I wanted for her - it never was - and because of that, I think there's a chance she can make it out of this. If she goes too far... if she takes a life... Nicholas, she'll never forgive herself." Her hand clutched the fabric of her t-shirt in a fist, fiddling with the orange material as she dropped her gaze to the ground. "I know it'll be hard - for both of us. I'm under no false assumptions there. But I have to at least try - I promised that much."

He had thanked her for listening, when really it was no trouble at all. She'd become very good at listening during her time on the other side. There wasn't much else to do. "No problem, really. Thanks for listening to me too. It's been a while since I got to talk with anyone who isn't dead." She offered him a small smile, but there was a certain sadness that lingered in its folds.

"Don't." His response came as a bit of a shock when she offered to bring Ryan with her. He was soon to remedy the firmness, however. As he explained, Audra felt herself nodding along. "In that case, I won't," she promised. "I wouldn't want to disturb his rest." A restful death was a luxury around here, and there was no way she was going to meddle with that. "'Her'?" Audra raised an eyebrow. "Does this mysterious amulet girl have a name, or is it just 'her'?" Their conversation was interrupted by a shimmery form before she got the chance to hear a response. She watched the exchange with unveiled curiosity, along with a sense of wariness.

A reaper. It made sense, she supposed. A psychopomp. Someone who guided souls to the Underworld. A mildly discomforting thought, but she smiled and waved to the reaper when she was introduced nonetheless. Ah, so she's going to help me find the quest group. Audra didn't know whether to be excited or nervous, given the circumstances. The other one? What - is one of them going to die? "Wait just - Nicholas. Before I go... promise me. Promise me you'll look out for Vivienne, no matter how hard things get. I can't leave until I know she's safe." It was the entire reason she'd stuck around in the first place, after all. She had to make sure Vivienne would be relatively okay.

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

Auggie grinned at his continued praise of the ridiculous joke, shaking her head. She rolled her eyes when it was repeated. “Go ahead.” The suggestion that she was offending Zeus made her snort, about to make a comment about not caring when the idea of being struck down for a terrible Oracle-related pun really set in. “That. Of all the offensive things I’ve said about the gods.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Nope. I’m not going down for that one. It’s yours now. I said nothing.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the explanation of his hopes for the meeting with Buzz Aldrin. “So you were writing self-insert moon man fanfiction in your head. That’s what you were doing at age fifteen. And then it just didn’t pan out how you wanted it to.” She rolled her eyes at the false excitement. “This man’s probably seen aliens and you know what he fears? You. The harbinger of existentialism."

She was familiar enough with childhood wipe-outs to know anything not life threatening usually lead to a funny story rather than trauma, but the scar on her forehead was a little different from the loss of a sense of smell. “Right.” She made a face at the dog whistle comment, clearly not believing him but not bothering to question it. “Of course not. I’m not playing it over in my head to that ‘I believe I can fly’ song. Why would I do that?” She raised her eyebrows, an expression of mock seriousness on her face.

The bullet wound in her arm still hurt, but it was easier to manage when she wasn’t stumbling through the snow, avoiding various thoughts of various people. Her face twisted in confusion at the following suggestion. “Yeah...that’s very comforting. Thanks.” She was joking, despite the dry reply, she preferred a suggestion to make her arm bone into a flute to doting or overbearing concern. She didn’t know how to deal with people’s concern. Lying with her head against his chest, the finger running through her hair, it felt like a knot in her chest was coming undone, the underlying fear and anxiety that had played constantly over the last few days beginning to melt away. “Yeah, I get it.” Everything did feel slower, further away. It was easier to ignore the storm raging outside the cabin walls, the war being fought just outside the door, the grief and the fear that hung over camp like a fog. None of it felt relevant anymore. She felt warm and she felt safe.

She tilted her head to look up at him at the mention of crying, quiet for a moment. “Please don’t. I’m not saying I’d start crying if you did, but I think you’ve seen me do that enough to completely shatter any reputation I had.” As if she actually cared about her reputation with Orin anymore. At least not the one she originally had. She didn’t think she was the type of person to happy-cry, but she hadn’t exactly had many situations to test the theory. She turned her face away at the following comment, a smile spreading across her lips. “Sorry,” she responded quietly, lost for anything else to say for a moment. “Not really, but…” she shrugged. “I never ask for permission.” Couldn’t when she didn’t actually know what she was doing, but that seemed irrelevant. “If we’re complaining about getting in heads though, then I’ve got a bone to pick with you too.”

━━━ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

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

Corey scoffed at the venomous response, though they couldn’t say it was at all surprising. “I was joking, kid. Do I look like I’m society’s pride and joy to you? I’ve put up with my fair share of crap.” They had no plans to elaborate on that, but given her own sudden surge of annoyance, they assumed Liv had enough experience with people and their judgements to put the pieces together.

“Oh, yeah. Sometimes they even cry.” Maybe that was a stretch, they’d like to think they could bring tears to someone’s eyes with a stick figure. “Yeah?” They nodded. “I like the sound of that. I’m always down for being an accomplice to torturing Hermes kids. Especially when it involves my fantastic art skills.”

They hadn’t expected Liv to actually agree with the junk they spewed about beauty from pain, barely remembered what they’d said the moment it had left their mouth, but the girl seemed more interested in the purple fire anyways. “Sure.” They lead the way over and were about to shoulder their way through a few people to get closer when they caught themself. They were all for being obnoxious and stirring things up, but a lot of these people were grieving. They hesitated before turning and finding an open spot between the gathered campers.

[Kveykva]

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

Nicholas shared Audra's concerns, and they were rightfully placed. "I don't want to see that of her either, and that's one of the reasons I tried not to get attached," he admitted. "I knew from the beginning Vivienne was a pawn. Everyone knew except for her. Khione doesn't care what happens to her; she's meant to be a scapegoat for what's really at play here." Audra already knew a fair bit about what was happening behind the scenes, so he had no qualms reiterating it to her. "You're observant, and that sharp eye is a valuable asset." he continued. "Khione knows the gist of my abilities, but she doesn't know just how many ghosts there are that wander her halls. Even if they don't know what they're hearing, I do." The growing omniscience that came with his fledgling divinity had taken some getting used to, and even now Nicholas still spent most of his time trying to sort through the white noise, only paying attention to what he deemed important. He didn't know if his father dealt with those kinds of things regularly, and if he did, props to him.

"I know Vivienne is your strongest tie besides that - Camp Who'sahollerit - I have no idea what it's called. Anyway, I've noticed how spirits seem to flock to me, so if you really need somebody to talk to, you should know how to find me by now." Nicholas never turned down company, from either the living or the dead. "I've always got ears to lend so long as I'm aware you're talking. And - close enough. I don't know if I can do anything with spirits across the globe, and if I can, I have no idea how to. There's a lot of things about this I don't know about," he admitted. "Yes - her - your whole 'you aren't so bad image' of me is going to disappear, but - I killed somebody this morning." Nicholas raised his hands in his defense. "I know, I know, absolutely the worst thing I could have done. But she was trying to kill me a second time, so I plead the fifth. It was self-defense,"

From the way the psychopomp presented itself, they seemed quite disconnected and unconcerned with whatever conversation the horseman and the spirit had been having prior to her interruption. "I'll be sure to collect her, not a problem," she purred, resting her sunglasses on top of her head. "Let's get going, love. It's a long way down to the bottom of the river." Tavie extended her hand to Audra, waiting patiently for the spirit to accept it. "I promise," he said without hesitation. "I already made the promise to Vivienne that I wouldn't let her die, and that still hasn't changed. Whatever happens in the end, she'll be safe." That was something within his power to promise. His answer sated the spirit, and once she was ready to move on, Tavie took her. Travel with a reaper was dizzying, though perhaps that wasn't the correct adjective to describe the experience. Everything was a blur; they were moving, they had to be, but it felt as though they were standing still. Time, space, substance - nothing seemed to have any say in the experience. There was no telling when the second wisp of a spirit came to join them in their travel.

They were in New York. They weren't, and then they were. "Chess!" Tavie exclaimed, her volume startling the indiscernible figure lingering just inside the door. "Er - Tavie." the words spoken were brittle, as if the figure was unused to vocalizing. They cleared a nonexistent throat to remedy that. "What are you doing so far from your post? You shouldn't be here." Tavie's grin only grew as she presented the letter to her fellow reaper. Chess took the parchment, a pair of hands emerging from their otherwise foggy shape. "I see... You're spoiled, I hope you know that." it tossed the letter back, expressing animosity. The letter drifted to the ground as the reaper continued. "So why are you here? Carrying two passengers, no less. If you're here for him, I have it handled." Tavie raised an eyebrow, glancing at the pair sheltering themselves from the cold on the stairwell. "Which one? They both look a little worse for wear," she mused, studying the older one for a moment. "May I?" she asked, taking a cigarette from the pack without waiting for an answer. "I'm here on business, Chess." Audra stood beside the reaper as if she'd always been there, no longer a glittering wisp nestled against Tavie's chest. "Boss' orders." Chess scoffed. "Teacher's pet, more like." Tavie made a shooing motion to Audra, gesturing that she was free to converse as she pleased.

[The Fox]

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Tags: Elios, Dining Pavillion


"I'm... Not really sure..." Chad seems to think to himslef for a moment. "How exactly could I help you? I doubt the Hephaestous cabin has a machine to make them."

[sammy,]

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

"you're just gonna let me have that? your magnum opus, you're just gonna let me take it?" orin asked, rather surprised. "that's mad. i can't believe that. you would let that opportunity - a full career in comedy with just one joke - slip right through your fingers, just like that." he shook his head, disappointed. "smitten down or not, i'll take it, but... you know, i want you to think about the repercussions. don't be too hasty now."

the rather bizarre description of his thought-processes garnered a cackle from orin. "it wasn't like that. i don't even know what that would be like, but i know that it wouldn't be like that," being on the defensive probably didn't help his cause. "to think i made that much of an impact on him. not only has he had to live in neil armstrong's shadow for most of his professional life, he now lives in the shadows, fearing me. my impact on his little space-escapade." he did wonder about astronauts. "but, you know, you go to space, the final frontier, what do you do next? all you can do is talk about how you went to space. at least he's got something else to be scared of. other than the dark side of the moon or mysterious tripods from mars. i'm a tangible fear. i think that's a good thing. maybe i made buzz aldrin go to therapy."

the imagery of the memory, though distant, was rather funny when paired with the song. he would give her that. "you can't laugh. it can't be funny. not because it's not funny, but 'cause if everyone knows that i'm not holding a grudge about it, then i can't hold it over minty's head anymore. i mean, realistically, that's probably why he's put up with me so long. out of guilt." he raised his eyebrows expectantly. "the funny side has to stay between us. with everyone else, it's a deadly serious event. awful. should never've happened. that's my only leverage, you can't take it away from me."

it was rather easy to forget how horrific recent events had been, especially when everything felt so easy, so simple and of the moment. there was nothing confusing about the present moment. time flowed a little differently, made the harsh situation rather a lot calmer. it was an understanding, of sorts, as to how people coped in wartime scenarios. dancing in halls as bombs threatened to fall on the cities that canopied them, letting the planet fall away. lying in the hades cabin and talking about buzz aldrin and sensory loss was not quite swaying to glenn miller, but it was close enough. "don't really want it to stop," and the problem was, pertinently, that it didn't necessarily have to. "could just let 'em think that i never came back. we could run off. go to fiji, or something. change our names, pretend none of this is happening. no one would know." it was a nice idea. it felt more of a pipe dream than some of their more bizarre proposals. unfortunately, they had been burdened with obligation, the responsibilities that were woven through their dna. "drink from coconuts. with those little straws."

he felt her move, didn't look down for a moment, almost fearful that the feeling would raise again, that he'd end up with inexplicable tears streaming. he didn't, though, managed to put a stop to the waterworks before they posed too much of a threat. "well, we can't have you crying, can we?" both of their previous reputations had been dragged through the mud, only vague scraps remaining. "i'll try to exert some self control. i don't know that it'll work, knowing me, but - you know, a go is as good as anything." his eyelids fluttered shut, head resting back against the mattress while she continued speaking. apologising, and then taking it back, pulling a wry smile from him. "better to ask forgiveness than permission," he said, a phrase repeated from somewhere or another. "i thought you were less about picking bones and more about emulsifying 'em." but to the comment, he opened his eyes, glanced down. "have i crawled into your ear? little orin rewiring all your synapses? that's rough. one of me's enough to drive anyone a little bit loopy."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: clive, tavie, audra.
ivi hampton inn, roof stairwell.

teilo did find that the warmer he got, the more he succumbed to the elements of the cold. that was - the shivering, which seemed incessant and unnecessary, but remained present regardless. his fingers tight, knuckles white around the handle of emrys, he was finding it rather difficult to ground into the present moment. his reasonable mind told him that it was the endorphins wearing off, the adrenaline fading into distant memory, but his reasonable mind was a useless, monotonous fool, drowned out by the sound of his teeth chattering and the feeling of his head pulsing.
"so, how does that go back to the watch, then?" clive asked, clearly ignoring the struggle. maybe that had purpose. "do you press a button, or sommet? is it like -" he waved at the scythe, fingers brushing against the shining snath.
for some reason, he went quiet. teilo couldn't quite figured out why that was. "did i just -" clive reached further, touched the scythe once more, then flinched away when contact was made. he'd touched it. "oh, that is disgusting. that is just - that's not right. that's disgusting, teilo, what the bloody 'eck is that about, then? that's - oh, that's an offence to the senses if i've ever - jesus crackers, are you having a joke, son?"
eyes landed rather sluggishly on the hand, then the handle, and he nodded slowly. it would have been more of an interesting point if he had been able to process it. "chain-link between realities," he murmured, only half-aware of the words he was speaking. "s'pretty - ehm, pretty cool, that."
"that's... if i could be sick, i'd be spewing," clive muttered, staring at his hand. it was a very tendon-y hand, even for a ghost. the translucent skin looked stretched over the bones. teilo was rather fixated on that.

fixated enough, it appeared, that he hardly processed the arrival of new voices until they seemed directly interested in him and his new friend. would have ignored them more readily, if not for the scowl that appeared on clive's face, brief and intermittent, threatening in the way that a small dog would be threatening, dissipating the moment it was challenged. a spectral cigarette, pilfered. "you want a cuppa with that? eccles cake, maybe?" he grumbled.
working backwards, teilo picked up on the comment made. "worse for wear," he repeated. "are they talking about -"
"us. yeah. i know. it's shocking. you die emaciated, and you never 'ear the end of it. that's reapers for you, though. horrid lot," he shook his head, clearly displeased with the situation. "don't you worry about it, taffy. i've got it sorted. not gettin' their mitts on you, not with names like chess."
something else appeared. something that wasn't a reaper, something a little easier to look at, more familiar. "what're they here for?"
"dunno. i'd keep the slicer close, though," clive seemed fixed on the new presence. "oi! at risk of sounding impertinent, what the hell d'you want?"

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

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

“My magnum opus?” she scoffed. “Please, I could do better than that.” She wasn’t exactly sure what she was bragging about, whether she was stating that she could make a better joke, or a better bad joke, but it still felt like a necessary point to make. “If I said my magnum opus that casually, heads would explode. There would be no survivors. The world couldn’t handle me having a career in comedy.” The argument was made drily, the lack of emotion on her face indicating that she wasn’t being serious. “I’ll be sure to consider them, but I think you’re probably gonna steal it either way.”

Auggie split into a grin when he laughed, the adamant denial only serving to further her amusement. “Are you sure? ‘Cause that’s honestly what that sounded like. It’s fine, I’m not judging you for your moon man fantasies.” The following point had her laughing again, shaking her head at the idea. “The guy has been to space and you’re saying...what are you saying? He’s lucky to have you to give him a bit of trauma? I don’t think someone who’s floated out into an ocean of nothingness with their only source of oxygen coming from a machine needs any tangible fears. You think you’re scarier than that?” She’d never really trusted astronauts, anyone who would voluntarily go somewhere they couldn’t breathe had to have something wrong with them, but the idea of Buzz Aldrin having to go to therapy after being harassed by Orin was entertaining. “So really, you did him a favour. Getting him to confront his fears by being the source of them,” she muttered sarcastically.

The comment on Minty only putting up with him out of guilt felt too easy for a teasing jab. It felt expected, like she was either supposed to pile onto it or deny it. Instead, she shrugged. “Probably,” she agreed simply, the barest hint of a sly smile flickering across her face. “Right. So now I have leverage over you because I have leverage over your leverage.” She frowned, getting lost in her own muddled sentence.

Everything had been moving too fast for too long. There had been several times that day when it had felt like the world should have stopped spinning, like time was supposed to freeze—just for a moment, just to give them a minute to breathe, and it hadn’t. But if time never really did stop, it felt like they’d at least reached the closest point to that experience. The minutes could still be ticking away, snow could still be falling, but it had no effect on them. They were existing in their own separate space, away from everything else, away from the flow of reality. She considered the concept of running away and leaving everything behind them. Running from things wasn’t an unfamiliar concept to her, but in her experience, it never really worked. The things you ran from always caught up to you in the end, she’d seen proof of that outside the Apollo cabin.

Still, it was a tantalizing idea—if nothing more than that. “Would you really want to?” Of course it sounded good in theory, and maybe it would be for a while, but she didn’t think she could walk away from everything she had been and everything she was supposed to without an overwhelming sense of guilt haunting her. “If we could. If we could just leave everyone else to deal with all this and just decide it’s not our problem anymore...wouldn’t you feel bad?” It was ridiculous, because it shouldn’t have had to be their problem. It shouldn’t have been anyone’s problem, but it was, and she still felt responsible to do something, even if that something was just not abandoning it the way she had her life previously.

Auggie wasn’t sure she actually could cry anymore—didn’t think there were any tears left in her—but the day continued to astound. “Thanks,” she mumbled, the heavy fatigue beginning to return in the moment of quiet. Her eyelids felt heavier, breathing starting to slow. “I don’t ask for forgiveness either.” She never usually had a chance to, but that hadn’t been the point she was trying to make. She rolled her eyes at the bone emulsifying comment, even if he couldn’t see it. “I alternate.” She felt him look down but refused to meet his gaze, letting out a breathy laugh and turning to hide her face against his chest. “Yeah, actually. Yeah, you have. You jerk.” The final statement was spoken in a tone that directly contradicted the words. It wasn’t an easy thing for her to admit, but he had in some sense. Because she was acting in a way that she hadn’t remembered acting in a long time, becoming a person she’d convinced herself wasn’t her anymore, but had maybe just lost touch with in the midst of the false persona she’d created to protect herself. She flexed her hand, feeling the lack of fabric shielding her. “I’m not even—” she laughed. “I think you broke me.” Probably the opposite. It was the same thing.

[Kveykva]

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[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ Hampton, Room 204 | Tags: Jamie
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞

Jamie was right about that. Aiden had seen things. He'd seen his fair share of what monsters lurked on the street just out of the public eye, but that was a long time ago. Now, he taught new campers to fight them just like he did, but it was so that he wouldn't have to go through it a second time. Yet here he was anyway, standing on the wrong side of the barrier as the world fell apart. And he was supposed to help stop that. "It's a lot to take in, but this is the way our world works." he said finally.

A lot of people didn't like bugs, but he noticed it especially from the Aphrodite and Iris cabins. Sometimes the Hecate cabin, too. "I've always wondered if I'd like spiders if I wasn't a son of Athena," Aiden said. "But anytime I try to consider the things I get really bad chills. I can't even look at them without my skin crawling." He shuddered at the thought. He listened as Jamie described the experience, and while he understood what the son of Iris was getting at, it wasn't the same. Not exactly. "I feel like it's different than that, he responded. "I don't know how to describe it, but it's not... that. That makes sense, it's what happens when you get older. But when it comes to everything in my head, it feels off. I just can't put my finger on why." It bothered him more than he wanted to admit; Aiden recognized some of the flavors, but what they were supposed to be was lost on him. Ambrosia always tasted like peaches - or something made with peaches. Nectar transformed into a viscous liquid anytime he drank it, and he knew it tasted like honey. Despite all of that, no honey or anything made with peaches tasted the same as what ambrosia and nectar did. It also spawned a misconception that he hated peaches and honey, which broke Jack's heart, but Aiden didn't have the confidence to tell him the truth about it. "I'd love to taste the real things again sometime."

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[✦] | Mortal | 19 | Female | ➡ Morgantown, PA | Tags: Vivienne
❝ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒❞

Kayle set the plates out on the bar, grabbing a fork for each of them as she heard Vivienne arrive. "Better?" she inquired, setting the forks down and patting the counter next to her. "Come on, then. You wouldn't want it to get cold, would you?" She paused for a second. "Or you might, I don't know. I can tell you've been screwing with the thermostat so maybe you're cold-natured." Kayle took a huge bite out of her meal, eating ravenously. "That's why Snowdrop's been trying to get close to you, she really likes the cold. You smell like snowflakes, too." For most people, describing snow as having a distinct "smell" sounded strange, but it really did. It smelled like the cold, but not the same way as the inside of a freezer. It was a very pure smell, undisturbed by the scent of grass, trees, and most kinds of plants and animals. Kayle knew it so well because it was one of the things she associated with her brother; he always smelled like snow and salt, and if she caught him after work, rubbing alcohol. When she noticed Vivienne hesitating, Kayle swallowed her mouthful of food and waved her hand. "It ain't poisoned, I promise. I wouldn't be eating it if it was."

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[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | ➡ Outside Cabin 3 | Tags: Cricket, Kathryn
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

Aww, what a sweet little thing. Of course the nymph had been looking to lend a helping hand. It came as no surprise to Lucy; after all, she'd gotten many small favors from Cricket in the past. He never struck her as a combative type, so seeing him so unsettled in wake of the attack didn't surprise her, either. "Nothing to fear, darling. If this wretch dares move, I'll end its life." The spirit looked mildly offended. "I don't exactly have a life for you to end anymore," it mumbled, but it refrained from making any sudden movements. Based on its appearance and equipment, it was one of the military ghosts that had taken part in the attack. Against all odds, it seemed to have survived until now. A second voice hummed behind her, but Lucy refrained from turning around to greet the daughter of Hecate. "Oh, nothing too much. Just one of these measly spirits who broke into the camp and thought it could get away with it." "I have a name -" "Don't speak."

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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❞

"No worries," Will responded. "I 'aven't been around, so I don' expect you to remember me." He would've given the child of Tyche a friendly wave, but between the blindness and his occupied hands, he decided against the gesture. "Nice t' meet y' again anyway. Yer name ain't comin' t' me, so how 'bout y' come t' my table with me? I'm sure Mr. D won't throw a tantrum between everythin' else that's 'appened." Already, he'd spotted campers mingling slightly between tables, speaking in mostly hushed tones. The wine god was nowhere to be seen, but now didn't feel like the right time to bust a blood vessel over something so trivial. The camp was in shambles as it was, and people were grieving. The funerals hadn't even started yet. "C'mon feller, follow th' sound of my voice." Although he didn't know the boy's name, he didn't want him to feel excluded in light of the events over the last two days. The Tyche cabin wasn't the most populous by any means, and he couldn't say he recalled anyone sitting at their designated picnic table that morning. With that, Wilhelm made his way over to the Hephaestus table, silently greeting those of his siblings that were present. He didn't immediately see Jude or Mateo, which led him to believe they were still in the Apollo cabin. Will took his seat and audibly patted the space next to him so the other registered that it was available.

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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.