Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Closed!

[Deoledath]

| Drew Byrne | 16 | He/Him/His | Athena | Location: Dining Pavilion | Tags: Ambrose, Open |

Drew was relieved when his temper seemed to cool. The last thing he needed was a Son of Hades mad at him. He shuddered to think about what the other man could do to him if he wanted to. Sure, he could hold his own, but he also wasn’t the most social of butterflies. He raised an eyebrow when Ambrose mentioned nt knowing of Darude. “Well I’ll have to play it for you some time. It’s like an electronic EDM style sound, but overall it’s pretty good.” He offered, not sure if that description would fall on deaf ears as well.

Drew might have showed more attention to the skill if he weren’t oblivious. At this point, nothing really surprised him or impressed him. He had been here three years and he just expected extraordinary skills. It all felt so normal that only the mundane seemed to amuse him, simply because it didn’t belong in a camp like this. He hummed softly and nodded. “I hate the cold… I also hate getting hacked to pieces… but I think I might hate the cold more.” He had never been one to do well with the cold, and even in normal winters he could often be seen with multiple hoodies on and wrapped up in blankets, curled up with Luna.

He listened carefully as he listed off information on everyone who was off on the quest. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest by most of the information he received, leas tof all Aiden because he had known him for three years now… but still, it was nice to hear someone else’s perspective on the situation. He nodded at the mention of knowing him and what he was capable of. “He’ll do his best to keep them alive. Certainly know that he does his best to keep all of us alive when he’s here.” Was that… a joke? He had managed a joke and he thought it was a fairly good one too, though it certainly had some layer of truth hidden deep in it’s depths.

He hummed and then couldn’t help but chuckle when Luna jumped on him and he stumbled backwards, laughing even more when he gave into the dog’s demands. “Luna herself can be a bit of a prat if you start giving her attention… she’ll never leave you alone.” It was part of the reason that he and Luna were attached at the hip, after all. He was then abruptly making his leave, and his brow furrowed in confusion for a second before he nodded with a sigh. “I suppose I do?” He stated, getting up and giving Luna a scratch behind the ears. “I’ll see you around then.” He offered as a goodbye before calling Luna and heading off unceremoniously with his plate to clean up after breakfast. He had no doubt that Ambrose had friends just about everywhere, unlike Drew.

[Kveykva]

──────── 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫
[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ Hampton Inn, Bathroom| Tags: Mirabelle, Clive
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞

Clive's demonstration gave some weight to the explanation, but the sight of Emrys is what solidified it. That makes more sense, but how did he get ahold of it? He doubted that Teilo would so willingly give up the one and only gift he'd received from his father, but he did recall Mira mentioning the ghost as a "friend" of Teilo's. There were a number of plot holes in the theory, but he chose to dismiss them for now. All that really mattered at the moment was getting Mira's bag, and giving the daughter of Aphrodite the time and space she needed to piece her facade back together.


Aiden's reentry was a little awkward, to say the least. The ghost introduced himself as Clive, and it became clearer that the midget comments weren't intentionally derogatory. He gave Clive a small wave. "Aiden. Sorry for it being uncalled for, just... don't ever call me short. Please." He got enough of that at camp, and while Mira knew better than to tease him about his height, it might not be common knowledge among the questing group. So long as no one mentioned it, they'd be spared his wrath. Mirabelle accepted the backpack, and for a moment Aiden thought that'd be the end of it. He'd leave and she'd spend a few minutes recuperating, and then they'd all go back to what they were doing. Eating breakfast and plotting how to take down a goddess. You know, the normal stuff teenagers talk about. Then, Mira started talking. "- I'm sorry." Those two words paved way for more. "I crumbled. I crumbled and then I shattered into a million pieces like the damn mirror and I didn't want you to see, I didn't want anyone to see, and then Clive - and - and then you - th-there's just so much pressure all the time and -"

She was talking, but it didn't matter. None of it did - it was all nonsense. "Mirabelle," Aiden's voice was soft and supportive. "It hurts to see you like this. I know you think it's better to keep everything inside, but I know. You're always crying, on the inside, and it hurts me to see you like that. I don't want you to be afraid of that..." He eased her to where she was sitting on the lid of the trash can, pulling her into a tight hug. "It's okay to cry sometimes, and it's okay to let someone hear it. I know you're worried about being a burden, but it's not a burden if it's something I asked to hear. I worry about you, all the time."

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: drew. iv idining pavilion.

orin wasn't quite sure what he was doing, exactly. just walking. one foot in front of the other, over and over until even that was interrupted. he'd slammed into someone, knocked them over. had felt awfully for it, so stuck in his own head that he hadn't noticed the oncoming collision until its fallout. he'd fixed it, obviously. he'd picked the kid up. something funny had happened with his eyes, but it had slipped right by. a catch of the light, nothing more.

his wandering continued aimlessly and vaguely. he could have gone to the forges, or to the lake, or to the forest. could have gone to zeus' fist and sat there for a while, but so lost in the fog, none of those things came to fruition. he returned to where he had come from. maybe seeking a rewind. there was activity in the dining pavilion. best to fill his head with outside voices than inside ones.

in he walked, welcoming the rush of warm air once more. the faces all blurred together, made little sense. that simply wouldn't do.
he took a deep breath in, returned clarity to his vision, and pasted the resting smile back on. for comfort's sake, he supposed. always easy to fall into the role he'd fashioned. some still suspected him to be an imposter, no doubt. acting as normal as he could under the circumstances was the best way to be rid of that lingering concern.

it was in the midst of making this conclusion that he bumped into someone again, and nearly jumped out of his skin. "god, i am awful today," he exhorted. "sorry. jesus, sorry, you know, i only just did that to someone earlier? it's like... i've lost all depth perception. it's flown away. gone. mother mary. are you alright? gods, that's not a habit i'm keepin', that is embarrassing." the face was one he recognised, sort of. "drew, isn't it? sorry again. that's... that's poor form from me."

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

"it's not always..." leo paused, wondered whether what he was about to say was strictly truthful. a revision occurred rapidly. "sometimes it's a bit quiet, you know? i got lucky. there was barely anything for a few months. got so bored of it, started causing my own trouble." that was a bit of an understatement, but he barely needed to divulge all of the things that he had done to cement himself as the person others perceived him as. "you missed capture the flag. that's normally the most intense part of the summers. when people go home, it's just sort of..." a vague wave. "time-wasting."

going insane wasn't a far stretch. "i think you're a bit late on that one. the cave in the woods is occupied by the guy who paints the future," he raised his eyebrows, making it intentionally difficult to tell whether or not he was being genuine. "good on you, man. without cynics, every plan'd be filled with holes. you'd get nothing done. just a load of optimists thinking they can save the world with... songs by the beatles and poorly-placed graffiti."

"i'll need it," he said, and with that, made his way toward the buffet table. he did as promised: piled a plate high with breads and bread-related foods, pastries and toast and sandwiches. he needed energy, after all, to keep himself up and running. there was a yellow bruise on his jaw as the only remnant from the false bullet, but still his vision swam with stars when he moved too quickly. that was to be avoided. he was not going to pass out.

upon return with his riches of grain, he settled, took a look around at the growing room. "guess you haven't had much time to meet people," leo said. "apart from the bone squad and associates. i can't give you much on who to avoid. i mean, you're talking to me, which'd be a stroke of bad luck in anyone else's eyes."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ！！ x─────ix ☂
x──────i ii hermes. iii twenty-seven. iiii tags: mira, aiden
ivi bathroom

'fine' was not a good word in his book. he had never heard of someone who was actually well and good calling themselves 'fine', but he left it, because that was obvious. it was clear that things weren't well, and though he could talk for the crown, he had little context, and even less understanding. it pulled at still heartstrings, seeing someone like that.

no short comments. that could be adhered to. that was something that he could do. “gotcha," there was another name to add to the list, evergrowing and diluted by his own internal nicknames. mira and aiden and moxie and taffy and rocky horror and the purple one that he hadn't yet actually spoken to, but had heard enough about, seen in vague action. their monickers and god-given names aside, they all seemed a little bit unstable, a little unprepared for whatever was in store for them, and it was sad. one thing to see adults crumbling under self-made pressure, another to watch it happen to kids who had no real idea what they were meant to be doing. they'd come into his home and broken a heart that hadn't beat for decades.

mira was shattered and aiden was an adolescent who was trying to fix things he shouldn't have been able to understand. “christ," clive muttered under his breath. he didn't think ghosts cried, but the tightness in his throat said otherwise. “i'm gonna... don't want me hanging around, d'you? i'll, erm... go and... i dunno. kick a pensioner. i can do that now," he stood, resisted the urge to bundle the two of them into a hug indescribable as anything but fatherly. “should probably..." a glance at the pocket watch, then at the door, which he walked straight into. “stupid bloody blasted idiot - stupid, stupid lemon, man -" directed entirely at himself as he went through the motions of opening once more.

it was as he left that he glanced at the television not a far distance from the bathroom doors, and was given a little bit of context. “oh. not hull, then. god, he looks smarmy. is this -" the door shut. maybe best not to interrupt them. this politician probably wasn't worth the stress. “baldy, baldy man."
he was getting a few sideways glances from the hotel visitors, but that was a win in his book.

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

it had been an early rise, but it was rarely the case for malcolm that it wasn't. gone were the days of lie-ins and lazy days. there was work to do, dominos to tip, toys to stamp on.
he was purposely a little bit rough-looking when he entered the green room. hicks had made comment on the slightly wrinkled shirt, the tie that sat at an imperfect angle. he'd said nothing on the topic, just smiled.
he was a regular man, after all. unironed and earnest. the interviewer had been pleasant, offered him a cup of watered-down coffee. he'd denied, obviously. appearing normal was all well and good. subjecting himself to that liquid filth was not his prerogative.

a wave from one of the cameramen signalled that they were ready, live, rolling. a brief introduction, unnecessary, given his name was all over the headlines, and then straight into it. "so, minister. we've heard all of your theories, your ideas, and... i err on the side of caution. i don't wish to sow chaos or panic into the minds of the general public, but what exactly are we dealing with here? if you're correct?"
"please, malcolm is fine. i'm a minister of the crown. there's no crown here, is there?" he smiled, caught himself in the viewfinder. "it's difficult, you know? hard to break them all down. i'm no expert. but from what i know, their capabilities are boundless."
"could you elaborate?"
"personally, i was made familiar with the... antics of these individuals through research into crime syndicates. i was a policeman in a former life. so long ago, now. and i saw these trends, these names popping up. these criminals that had... abilities. of course, it was all red tape. but when i got into politics, it was vast. a network. the more i looked, the more i found,"
"and when you say abilities," the interviewer paused, waiting for him to expand.
a glance in the direction of the camera. "like i say, they're varied. some... some are granted strategic expertise that goes beyond the highest-ranked commanders, or induce rage, cause fights. some can manipulate the dark, others the light. some can walk through the realms of sleep and seed themselves in the dreams of others. luck manipulators, storm bringers. some can commune with the dead." his eyes were shining.
"that's... that's a lot," she appeared stunned, completely ignorant to his sideways glances. "and they're... out there? these people you claim exist? surely we would have noticed."
"oh, but you have. in the corner of your eye. in strange phenomena or things you can't explain and thus ignore. chances are, you've come face-to-face with one. but when some are able to change minds, wills, actions with simple turn of phrase, with an order, with a bit of charm... well, we're inclined to ignore what we don't understand," he raised an eyebrow. "they could be anywhere. they could be sitting around, right now. talking, arguing. taking breakfast, drinking tea. they're people, at the end of the day. they look like people. they act like people. so woven into the structures that we barely notice they're there."
"if they could be anywhere, minister kingston, why come here for your exposition?" it was a good question. it was an anticipated question.
"if i told the british public that there was a meteor hurtling toward them at light speed, they would only take up arms if it interrupted transmission of the only way is essex," he said, a chuckle in his voice. "and... like i said, red tape. i wanted to deliver a conference... somewhere. it's on the tip of my tongue. but i was told it would be an ambush. protestors, naysayers, deniers. they wouldn't have listened. where was it?" he searched for the word that was not missing, then pointed theatrically as it 'came back to him'. "hampton, that's where it was. just off the thames. it's got a lovely palace. sorry, that got away from me. anyway, it would have been an attack." and returning to the topic, tying it up with a neat little bow: "so i came here. a larger stage, a more receptive audience. people who would listen, and pay attention, you know?"
"yes," she said. a wave from the cameramen, they were running out of time. that was fine. he had dropped the words he needed to say. "well, that's all we have time for today, malcolm, but thank you for your continued perseverance. i'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of you."
"if you're unlucky," he beamed. "thank you for having me."

she rattled on about the next story, and he was ushered out of the room. the smile on his face was about as genuine as it could get.

[WitchHazel]

Mirabelle Everhart
|♡|17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn, Bathroom|Tags: Clive, Aiden ➡ Aiden|

"Wait - wh-what are you -" She wanted to protest. She wanted to push him away, to insist she was fine, that she didn't desperately crave comfort in that moment. That she wasn't falling apart and everything was fine. But she didn't. She didn't have it in her anymore. Besides, it was too late. He had already enfolded her in a warm embrace. It felt so good. So damn good that she couldn't help it when her body melted into his arms and she buried her face in his chest. Her own arms wrapped around him, gripping him in a tight vice. For the first time in a long time, she let herself cry. Really cry. Yes, it was embarrassing. But the feeling of catharsis as she let loose the ocean she'd kept bottled up inside almost drowned out the mortification. She felt like a heavy weight was lifting off her chest; like she could finally breathe. Ironic, given how erratic her breathing was in that moment.

Mirabelle's addled brain took it's sweet time processing Aiden's gentle words, but one phrase in particular nearly made her choke. "I worry about you, all the time." "Y-You do?" She wanted to slap herself as soon as the question was out of her mouth. "I - I mean - oh Aiden, I don't - I don't want you t-to worry about me, I d-don't ma-" she cut herself off before she could say the words aloud. I don't matter. That was the root of it all, wasn't it? It was why she pushed everyone away, why she felt like a burden much of the time. "What - What I mean is - V-Victoria told me so many times that my problems don't matter and that no one really c-cared about me a-and -" she paused to take a heaving breath, accompanied by a thick sniffle. "I think at some point, I started to believe it." A breathy laugh escaped her, though she had to shove her face into her elbow when it became a cough. She uttered a quick apology before continuing. "But this - y-you do care, and I know that now, I - I was just too wrapped up in my own misery to even see it. I'm - I'm sor - no. No. Thank you, that's what I really want to say. Thank you. F-For - For never giving up on me, even when I pushed you away. Thank you, Aiden. I -" her voice cracked, considerably more than it had been. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Clive had gone, and she hadn't noticed amidst the storm of emotion. I'll have to find him later and thank him, too, she mentally noted. A shuddering breath rattled through her lungs as she started to come back to herself. "Mes dieux, I probably look horrendous." Mirabelle had no doubt that her makeup was ruined. Her eyes were likely red and puffy from crying as much as she had. "And - And I'm probably getting tears and snot all over your shirt. I'm s-sorry." Something clicked in her head, and she pulled a bit further away from him. "Y-You shouldn't have done that," she mumbled. "Um. Hugged me, I mean. N-Not that I don't appreciate it! I - I actually - I think I really needed that." She rubbed her shoulder, worrying the inside her cheek between her teeth. "It's just - I've been - out of sorts all morning, and at first I thought it was just the sleep deprivation but now - I'm not so sure." A small sigh escaped her parted lips. "Just um - wash your hands really well, I guess? I don't - h-hold on -" she had to pause to stifle a sneeze against her wrist. "Ugh. Sorry. Case in point. The last thing I want to do is get you sick - if I'm coming down with something, that is." Her face not only betrayed how vulnerable and guilty she was feeling, but how truly exhausted as well. Expelling that much emotion had taken a lot out of her - all she really wanted to do was take a nap. But she couldn't, not then, and not anytime soon.

People are counting on me to pull myself together. Her dull gaze rested on Aiden before flickering to the floor. Aiden among them. I need to. "I - I'm sure I'll be fine," she mustered, managing a small, sad smile. "I just - don't tell the others about this, please. Any of it. I don't want anyone to worry, and - it's a little embarrassing, frankly." She released nervous chuckle as rush of heat coloured her cheeks. "Right - I need to get myself cleaned up. I'm probably just as much of a mess on the outside as I am on the inside." It was a bad attempt at a joke, but a joke nonetheless. "Just - ugh, where did I drop my bag..."


Juliet Pratten
|⟡|16|She/Her|Hermes|Location: Half-Blood Hill|Tags: Oliver, Aoife, Sam|

"Yeah, Ambrose Fletcher! You know him? He's a great guy, always helping me out with pranks and stuff." A sudden realisation hit her, and she turned to look at the skeleton. "Wait... you don't think... no, Ambrose wouldn't - this is way too extreme for him. Wouldn't put it past Kit-Kat, but not him." Olive Oil said something about being a son of Oboes? Phoebe? Phobos, that's it. Oh, right - skeleton. Her mind was spinning as adrenaline poured into her body, but a movement in the snow distracted her from impending battle.

Juliet couldn't hide her surprise when Aoife stumbled up out of the powder, readying her boomerang for a fight. Man, she's stronger than I gave her credit for. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Ee-vah," she quipped. "Thought you were down for the count there for a while. Glad to see you're not a wimp." A mischievous smirk tugged at her lips - she wasn't being serious. But was she ever?

A call for help drew her attention back to the situation at hand. "Bone-boy over there didn't seem to get the memo that his buddies got owned." Aside from insulting the creature, she didn't have much of a plan. But it seemed someone else did, as Oliver's command to move rang out across the chill air. Though she knew it wasn't meant for her, the singular word gave her the kick in the rear she needed. As Oliver threw his grappling hook at the undead creature, Juliet felt an idea surface. It was a stupid one, and risky, but most of her ideas were. "I'll distract the undead creep, you guys kill it!" With a burst of godlike speed, she sprinted towards the thing and commenced operation jackrabbit.

I'll have to give dad a seriously big chunk of lunch, she reckoned as she darted in and out of the skeleton's range. "Can't catch me, loser!" she taunted, flicking her celestial bronze knife at the monster's limbs. "That's it, keep your eyes on me, you bag of well-armoured bones." There was only so much she could do with what weapon she had, but she was only trying to buy time for the others. "New chick, you might wanna run! Get yourself behind that pine tree and you'll be safe." And if we can't kill this thing, we can always let Peleus use it as a chew toy.

Kathryn Blackwood
|☽|17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Dining Pavilion, Hecate Table|Tags: Evie|

Kathryn knew Evie had to be bluffing when she suggested going to Ambrose. Chiron might have more reliable information, but... Ambrose? As much as she loved the man, he wasn't someone you went to if you wanted the truth. Still, it appeared that she had lost at her little game. Evie's presence was starting to grate on her. The sooner she leaves, the better. I should just tell her what I know so she'll leave me the hell alone.

"Fine," Kathryn snarled, though her face remained saccharine as ever. "New deal. I tell you what I know, and you get lost." The last two words were hissed with a venom she hadn't intended to let show. "Got it?" She waited for some kind of acknowledgement before she continued on. She wasn't too concerned about Evie leaving, it seemed the daughter of Circe wanted that already. "You want the names of the dead kids." Her voice was low - callous as she was, she wasn't willing to upset her cabinmates or anyone else who might be listening by talking about the deceased. "No one from my - sorry, our cabin died. Alex Burns from Aphrodite, Dara Patel from Hypnos, Horace Smith from Hephaestus, Gianna Cooper from Hermes, Brendon Bauer from - well, from Mr. D, Treble Mason from Ares, and then the five Apollo kids - Mary and Carmen Paremina, Bradley Dennus, Jessica Roberts, and Sabrina Boska. Three kids from the Nike cabin - Blaine Robinson, Mathew Barr, and Georgina Simmons. A few satyrs - Leif and Cliff, if I recall, and then the Hunters... She went on to list the other casualties, though something flickered in her gaze when she got to the part about Orin dying suddenly and then resurrecting at the campfire. "You want the gory details, doll? Or should I skimp on that?" She batted her eyelashes playfully, though her tone of voice was anything but.

"As for the attacks... rumour has it that Vivienne herself led yesterday's charge." Kathryn waited for the news to sink in before continuing. "There's been no sign of Khione, aside from the snow. But I heard that Hades might be allied with her... or perhaps one of the other death gods. How else would you explain the army of undead? Good news is that no one died in the attack. There were many injuries, sure, but no fatalities." I would know. I was in the Apollo cabin for a good chunk of the day. "There. You've got your information. Now kindly leave me in peace."


Ambrose Fletcher
|♠|19|He/Him|Hades|Location: Dining Pavilion|Tags: Drew ➡ Open|

Ambrose wasn't sure what to think of this "electronic EDM style" but he flipped Drew a thumbs up anyhow. The weather was something he could talk about, however. "The cold? Don't mind it much myself. Not unless someone's got the lurgy, in which case you'll find me far, far away. Yeugh. Flu season." He shuddered, both due to actual disgust and for dramatic effect. "But winter fashion is the bee's knees, tell you what. In summer, it's too hot to wear any layers, and I love me a layered look." His current outfit was testament to that - a white collared shirt with a raspberry silk scarf tucked into a black vest, with his classic black double-breasted trench coat tying it all together. Though with Luna's antics, I'll have to lint-roll the blasted coat.

It was rather heartening to know Drew thought well of his Head Counselor. "I'm sure he does," he chuckled. "The lot of 'em will be well taken care of, what with three Heads out and about." Sure, Aiden was only fifteen and had never been on a quest in his life, but he knew how to look out for people. Ambrose knew that much. And Mirabelle would go to any lengths to make sure they were safe, even if it cost her personally. Skylar... he wasn't so sure about, but hey - she was a damn good magic caster.

Ambrose gave the dog one last scratch as he straightened up. He waved a goodbye to Drew with a short "pip pip" before heading off in a separate direction, though he wasn't entirely sure where he was going. He caught sight of Kat talking with - wait, was that Evie? Dearie me. He knew he shouldn't interfere; Kat could handle herself. That, and the fact that Evie scared the piss out of him. Sorry, love. You're on your own. He had gossip and rumours to spread, after all. Who to strike up a chat with next? Megan's always up for it... hmm, who else loves a good rumour... His eyes alighted on Lucy at the buffet, but she looked busy - and besides, he wasn't feeling particularly charitable towards her given the rubbish she'd been spouting about his dad. Not Lucy, then. Right. Mayhaps I'll pay the old cabin a visit, see who's popping around.


Liv Keary
|✂|15|She/Her|Iris (Unclaimed)|Location: Training Arena|Tags: Cass|

"Well, there's nothing tame about what I'm gonna do when I find out who messed with my stuff," Liv retorted. She didn't seem to care that the other girl was holding a wicked-looking sword, apart from how cool the sword was. The freckled young woman asked her a question, to which Liv crossed her arms over her chest. She was about to say something snarky when a better idea flickered into view. "Yeah, actually. Where did you get that sword? I want one. Or maybe a set of brass knuckles, or an axe or something. Ooh wait - no, knives. Definitely knives. And maybe brass knuckles too, but silver with spikes on the end. Then they'll match my jacket." Her demeanor had changed from ferociously aggressive to giddy with excitement in the blink of an eye.

[Deoledath]

| Drew Byrne | 16 | He/Him/His | Athena | Location: Dining Pavilion | Tags: Orin |

Drew simply hummed and nodded in response. He liked winter fashion as well. It was warm and practical and he was all for it. Besides, it made it a lot easier to stash away kunai and other assorted ranged weapons. Afterwards, he escaped the son of Hades, heading his own path. Luna had run ahead of him, knowing that they were going to swing by the cabin before heading out to find the satyr to pry more. He liked to know things, he couldn’t help it, and the information that Ambrose had given him had been beneficial for the burning curiosity that burned within.

And then he was on the ground. He blinked, looking up. He had been so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed Orin approaching him, and it appeared the man hadn’t noticed him either. He was being helped up, Luna rushing back over to sniff him and make sure he was okay before turning her attention to Orin, once more in the hopes of getting some head scratches. “Oh, no, you’re fine. It’s okay.” He quickly brushed off the apology. “I was a little in my head and didn’t notice you coming either.” He didn’t want him to think that he was mad or that it was his fault because in Drew’s mind they shared the blame.

“I’m okay, are you okay?” At that moment Luna pushed up onto her paws to put her front paws on Orin, tongue lolling out of her mouth as her tail wagged. “Yes, it’s Drew… and this is Luna. She’s a bit of an attention seeker… likes head scratches.” He wanted to give him the secret to getting her off of a person after all. “Orin, right? Son of Zeus?” He wasn’t always the best with names, so it never hurt to make sure that he had it right. “How are you?”

[sunhorsestar]

Karter Thomas Zael | Hades | 16 | Tagging: Aggy | Location: Hampton Inn

With no sign of his comrades, Karter kept out of sight of staff as best he could and slipped into the inn, exploring for a bit, searching for signs of his fellow demigods. Most he couldn’t find a trace of, but eventually, he managed to stumble upon a familiar face. So he hadn’t missed them after all. Thank gods! He’d unfortunately never taken the time to build up real relationships with any of them, there hadn’t been time before the accident that had taken him from the group for a while, and he’d had other things on his mind than making friends at the time, but it was good to see a familiar face. Relieving. For once, Karter didn’t want to be alone.

"Aggy! Hey! Where’s everyone else? You’re not alone here, right?" Even though he couldn’t have found traces of them, Karter figured the group wouldn’t have abandoned one of their own needlessly, surely.

[*Lovel*]

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Conan and Aldous
Location: Hermes Cabin

"Thank you for doing this." Emerson gave Aldous a small smile. They hardly knew her and were offering to help her with Orin. She'd have to give them something to show her thanks. Maybe she could make them bracelets, not tacky friendship bracelets but something better. Maybe convince the Hephaestus cabin to make each of them a personalized weapon. "Colour me interested" the words took her gift planning "Embarrass me? When I'm done with you I'm sure your ego will be bruised just like Eyre's, maybe even more." a challenge glinted in her eyes as a smile sported the rest of her face.

An awkward laugh escaped her at the kind words that she knew were coming. "Thank you, I have a poor habit of doing that. Putting myself down I mean. I'm trying to get better at it." out of the corner of her eye she spotted her brother outside. She quickly moved to somewhere that wouldn't make her seen by Orin but peeked out when Conan requested her to watch.

Aldous made his move to inconspicuously get in Orin's way which had seemingly worked. She winced as Aldous hit the ground. That looked like it hurt a bit. she knew it was staged but she still felt bad. She watched the conversation unfold before Aldous made his way back to her and Conan. "He's eighteen, wh-" his explanation of what he saw stopped her question in it's tracks. "Not while here, what do you mean half of it wasn't?" Aldous probably couldn't answer, he looked as confused as she was. Spirits could leave through the doors, would they attach themselves to people? "Do you think... Some spirits could've followed him out from the underworld?" it was purely a guess but crazier things have happened.

『 ☯』 Oliver Howe『 ☯』

Son of Phobos ✵ Cabin 26 ✵ 17 ✵ Demisexual

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Tags: Juliet, Sam, Aoife
Location: Half Blood Hill

"Ambrose likes a good joke but he wouldn't do this." Oliver knew Ambrose like the back of his hand. Even if the Hades boy had a knack for pulling a fast one on people but he wouldn't knowingly put some stranger at risk like this. Though the thought occurred to him about how Ambrose may have changed since leaving the casino and Oliver's eyes drifted to the white snow banks. He didn't want to have his only family changed into someone unfamiliar.

His attempt to help backfired as the rope began to slip out of his hands with the other end lodged in the skeleton. As Aoife made a snarky remark about his weapon being stuck and he narrowed his eyes. "You know I can just go about my day and find Mr. D about my being here or you can just accept my attempt to help." with a roll of his eyes he tightened his grip on Horace and waited for his own opening.

He wouldn't be able to disable the thing with fear. It wouldn't likely respond to it since it was already dead and was unsure about it's will to want to harm them. Was it worth the try to find out? "I have another idea that may give someone enough time to... get rid of it." he wasn't sure if kill would be the right word considering what it was. "Bring it closer to me so it can hear and see me." he wasn't sure if the power could work on the undead, he never had the opportunity to try, but if it did he'd give someone a proper opening. If not, he didn't want to think about that.

『☣』 Rochelle Di Angelo『☣』

Daughter of Hades ☠ Cabin 13 ☠ 16 ☠ Bisexual

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Tags: Clive and Teilo
Location: Mystery Inc. Van

Rochelle let the ghost rant, he was a chatty one wasn't he? If she wasn't in a hurry or sleep deprived the chat may have gone differently. Better even, unfortunately the day was already going against her favor. "Look I just want to make sure everyone knows the situation and maybe less damage would be done." though her attitude was seeming to fizzle the words went to the wind because the boy of the hour stepped out.

He didn't seem like much of a leader but that wasn't her say. His mood didn't seem any better than hers. "It was eleven, I wouldn't define that as the middle of the night. Plus, when the funny looking boy answered the door it seemed like he was asleep before." she had no basis for calling him funny looking. "I've been told that once or twice." she remarked on the topic of poor manners.

Rochelle took a deep breath in You don't want to have issues with the lead of the quest. Get ahold of yourself. "I'm sorry for interrupting an important conversation. I hope you got what you needed out of it. I'm Rochelle Di Angelo I was sent, along with my friend, to help you with the quest. Chiron told me in order to find your group I'd have to use you as an anchor so that's why I came to your room. We had to stay for a few funerals and some unexpected things made us a bit late. Anyway, with us around more monsters will surely get in our way like the Stymphalian birds we got attacked by earlier this morning." It was long winded sure but she wanted to make sure she told him almost everything.

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Jamie and Isabelle
Location: Dining hall

"Well thank you" Ash knew Jamie didn't know him too well but he was glad he didn't come off as a bad guy to the rainbow child. He returned the smile as Jamie proved to not be offended by his comment. Ash patted the boy on the back "Don't worry skittle, all I can do is.... well put people to sleep, give them some wack dreams, and levitate. Although that last one I've only done maybe a handful of times. Quite tricky if I'm to be honest." He looked to the toppings he'd plopped on his plate. He honestly didn't know the extent of his powers, he never trained with them. Maybe it'd be something he could do when he got back. If I come back a nerve deep within him quivered.

Ash didn't know if his reasoning was as good as Jamie believed it to be. He figured most would see it as selfish. "Do I though?" a pause "Know better I mean. I'm good with mythology and reading emotions but that's about as knowledgeable as it gets." he tapped his head with his pointer finger and smiled. The smile faded at the thought of the quest just starting. "Yeah.." he trailed off thinking of what's to come.

Ash chuckled as Jamie spoke of Mario Kart. "That's quite lovely I reckon, my mom and I bake together. Spending time with family is important." he was glad to hear about others families. "Maybe when we get back to camp I can teach you other games after a round of Mario Kart. That is if you're open to it." "Well, now you've got another," his heart fluttered. In two days he's made three friends, it was a great feeling he had forgotten about.

As Ash was about to say more to Jamie he was interrupted by an oddly familiar face. "You were one of the girls that came to my.. Teilo and I's room last night." he looked for the dark blue haired girl "except you're missing your rude half." he noticed once he didn't spot the dark haired girl. "Teilo you mean. Him our leader." the thought made him chuckle, Teilo insisted he was just their getaway driver."Baby is NOT our quest leader, he's our getaway driver. Mira is the one Rocky Horror Show should be looking for." he looked around for Mira to point her out but she was no where to be found. How odd, I'll have to check on her later she was looking a bit sick earlier. Anyway she's got blonde hair, about yay tall, and if you look really closely she has a scar on the right side of her face. Though don't tell her I noticed that." he kicked himself mentally for mentioning the scar, she may not want it pointed out. "You know what if you see it pretend you didn't and forget what I said about it."

[indigo']

━━━ 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲

[✥]16|she/her|Circe|dining pavilion|tags: Kathryn

A tiny smirk flashed across Evie’s face at the other girl’s concession, pleased to have won the battle of barely masked malice, though the amusement was gone as quickly as it came. “That’s all I wanted anyway,” she responded in a breath of exasperation, waving a hand for Kathryn to proceed. Her eyebrow twitched up at the bluntness with which she spoke, but she didn’t seem at all shaken by it. People died, it was part of life, she didn’t see the point in walking on eggshells around it. That was one of the very few things she could appreciate about Kathryn, after the initial attempt at bartering, she’d get straight to the point.

She narrowed her eyes at the first snide comment, but said nothing. She didn’t consider herself any more a part of the Hecate cabin than the others did. They weren’t her siblings, she’d just been tossed in with them because they’d had nowhere else to put her. She was probably supposed to be relieved none of them had died, but found that she felt quite apathetic towards the whole thing. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, what had happened was a tragedy, and she was sorry that things had gone as poorly as they had, but there was no personal connection for her. She hadn’t been close enough to any of them for a name to hit her with a jolt of grief. It sort of felt like seeing something terrible on the news that was happening somewhere really far away. It didn’t quite seem real. She felt the pain, she felt for those affected, but her world wasn’t ending.

“Don’t bother. Unimportant.” She’d been in the battle. She’d seen the blood and the gore, she didn’t need to hear about more of it. They were simply frivolous details that weren’t integral to the point, and skipping over them would save them both time spent in the others company that clearly was not wanted. “One runaway demigod against a whole camp of them and this was the result?” She raised her eyebrows, seeming interested for the first time in the conversation. “Pathetic.” She was quiet for a moment, letting the information sink in. It was overwhelming, but she didn’t let that show on her face. So many people had been hurt and injured, they were up against things nobody really understood, and there was likely more to come. But she wasn’t going to voice any of those concerns to anyone, least of all Kathryn. Instead, she nodded, gave a short, condescending smile and stood. “Thanks, lovely,” she said in a poor imitation of the way the daughter of Hecate spoke. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

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[♠]16|he/him|Ares|dining pavilion|tags: Leo

Vittorio raised his eyebrows when Leo began to contradict his pessimistic outlook on the camp, though he seemed to quickly rethink his words. It was nice to know he wasn’t being lied to. Probably. “A few months?” He wanted to laugh, but if he was being honest, he’d never experienced a calm few months in his life. If this whole place was full of people like him, that was actually impressive. “I can only imagine. I spent most of my time at home trying to avoid trouble. Maybe it’ll be nice to not be the one causing it.” Though if the day previous had been any indication, he’d probably still find ways to get himself into predicaments. “Capture the flag is the most intense? Isn’t that like...a game they play in schools? This place is full of swords and...monsters and...undead people and your big summer event is capture the flag?”

“The…” The words died on his tongue, confusion clear on his face as he tried to interpret whether Leo had been joking or not. “The what?” His voice came out a little higher than he’d meant it to. He had to be pulling his leg. Even with all the strange things he’d seen, a man in a cave painting fortunes seemed like a stretch. “Every plot needs someone who tells it like it is.” He cracked a smile. “Exactly. And I can’t be doing that. My uncle’s a director, if I wrote something with The Beatles in mind for the soundtrack I think he’d disown me.”

His focus remained on his own plate of food when Leo left, not wanting to risk another glance to the end of the table. It wasn’t likely the others were still glaring at him, but he didn’t really want to find out. He’d already proven he could take them, he just didn’t want to have to prove that again. Then Leo returned, evidently having stayed true to his word about carbohydrates. “Not really,” he said with a shake of his head. “I met uh...Kate?” He wasn’t very good with names, and simply nodded towards the dark haired girl sitting at one of the other tables instead of fumbling with his memory. “She seemed nice. Some blonde girl who tried to initiate me with a toilet, and um...Cass.” That one was short, easy enough to remember. “Oh, come on, you’re not so bad. You keep acting like you’re some scary villain but…” He squinted at him for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t see it.” Sure, Leo looked like he could probably knock someone out with a look, but he’d been nice to Vittorio so far, and that had to count for something.

━━━ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

[✿]16|he/him|Iris|Hampton Inn, dining room|tags: Ash, Isabelle

“Skittle?” Jamie beamed. “I haven’t heard that one before. I like it.” The smile melted into a slight frown. “And now I want skittles.” He was quickly distracted from his candy craving by Ash’s description of his powers, looking on with eyebrows raised. “That’s all? You say that as if those aren’t really cool.” He lowered his voice. “Dude, not to be mean, but I think you saved us all by putting Aggy to sleep on the way here.”

Jamie shrugged when Ash questioned his advice. Maybe he didn’t really know what he was talking about, but he believed the other had a good reason to be there, even if he couldn’t see it. He had a habit of looking for the best in people, and he was used to finding it. “You don’t have to be knowledgeable, it's just like...a feeling,” he clarified. “You know what’s right when it comes to yourself. And if you don’t, you figure it out. That’s what I’ve found at least. I don’t know. I’m not great at stuff like this,” he admitted with a strained laugh.

“Yeah, that’d be awesome.” The thought of making it back in one piece and getting to resume normal life with things as meaningless as video games seemed like a dream too good to be true, one that filled him with excitement, but also with a lot of dread. “I’ll warn you right now though, I’m really, really bad.” The conversation was stopped from going any further by an interjection from someone he recognized, but hadn’t been expecting to see. Ash seemed less surprised, and Jamie looked between the two of them with confusion. Were the questers doing so badly that Chiron was sending in more recruits? Or had the two demigods just been eager to get into a fight? It didn’t matter, more help was definitely a good thing. He let Ash do most of the talking, remaining quiet until a question cropped up that he couldn’t simply puzzle out in his own brain. “How did you guys even get here? We’re like…far.” Observant as ever.

[Kveykva]

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[✦] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | ➡ Hampton Inn, Bathroom| Tags: Mirabelle
❝ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠❞

Mira cried. That was what was important. Clive mentioned something about giving them a bit of space, and Aiden simply nodded, mouthing a silent thank-you to the ghost as he made his departure - into the door first before going through it. "Shh," he shushed her. "You don't need to apologize, you don't need to thank me. You don't have to matter for me to care about you." He assured the daughter of Aphrodite, releasing her from the hug. "Victoria isn't here anymore, and as far as I'm concerned she doesn't exist." Aiden didn't want to hear any arguing regarding his logic on that."She doesn't matter, and neither does anything she said." It felt good to hear Mirabelle say thank you. It felt good to see her open up, even if it was just a little bit. "I've always cared about you, my life really sucked before you came into it." he added, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "I'll never give up on you, Mira. Not for the world. And I'm not just saying that so you can be the leader; I mean it."

Aiden glanced at his shirt and laughed. "Ah, don't worry about it. Tears and snot wash out better than oil stains." The boy used his sleeve to wipe away some of her slowing tears. "You look pretty terrible, but that's okay. That's what girls use makeup for, right?" he beamed. Mira mentioned that she might be catching a cold from the weather, which didn't surprise Aiden. Mirabelle's immune system wasn't very strong, as far as demigods went. "Don't worry about me, I think it'd take a dose of anything strong enough to kill a horse to make me sick. I can't remember the last time I came down with anything life-threatening, much less a cold. You'll have to get Ash to give you some of that sand and get some sleep in the van." He knew she'd need time to put herself back together, and that was okay. All of what she was doing and feeling was okay. "You should know me better than that, Mira. I won't tell anybody. I promise."

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[✦] | Hephaestus | 18 | Male | ➡ Forges | Tags: Caleb
❝ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒❞

Despite Will's prior confidence, he didn't miss the flash of uncertainty in Caleb's eyes. Maybe a bit concerning, but it was more likely the odds felt rather daunting. Caleb seemed the type to feign confidence. Instead, he left the statement be, clapping the son of Athena on the shoulder in a comforting fashion. Things would be okay - even if he had to move heaven and earth to do it. At the question, Caleb examined his prized shield and pointed out its flaws, all of which were easily remedied. Will was grateful for the task, and he wasted no time getting to work. The forges would go unused for the time being, but it was better to get them lit now than for anyone else to try and light them later in the day when they were still cold. Some of the smaller dings could be pushed out with a bit of pressure - sometimes it amazed Will to see how much stronger he'd gotten since his last growth spurt. When his hands were no longer of any use, Wilhelm turned to the wide assortment of tools at his disposal. Nicks was filled in with a handful of melted Celestial bronze and sanded to match the rest of the shield, while smaller and more stubborn dents were hammered out, the metal softened from the heat expunged from his fingertips.

There was no talking, but this was a very common thing from Will; others talked, and he listened. Caleb was great for that, he remembered. The son of Athena rarely ever sat in silence, and with all the wind in his lungs, there were few gaps in the chatter that called for Will to respond. Things were quieter now, but he couldn't say he blamed him; they'd all lost friends in the last two days. "Y' didn't lose anyone from th' Athena cabin, right?" Wilhelm asked, passing the repaired shield back to its owner, good as new. "An' y' weren't hurt in th' attack. S'all I can ask fer, I'm glad nobody else died." The attack on the camp came as a surprise, yet another wild card thrown into the midst of everything else going on. If Orin's mention of the Doors of Death were true, a little more of the chaos started coming together. Will dug a battered drachma from his pocket and rubbed his thumb over its face, his other hand stuffed into his jeans. He still needed to make that Iris message, but this was one he'd have to prepare himself for. "Who d'you think it is?" He asked, casting a look at the other camper. "I 'eard thems talk about th' dark god, an' now we know someone's involved with th' ghosts. Any ideas?"

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

"Oh come on, you'll never know if you like it if you don't try it." Kayle blew a small raspberry. "Maybe not one of the loud ones, like I like - there's just not enough going on for me if it's not loud, you know -" she waved a hand in front of her own face. "But maybe you'd like - a book club, or something. Not really the same vein, but you could consider it a party. Just a little get-together." She was grasping at straws here, but she guessed it didn't matter either way. If Vivienne was wrapped up in all this, Kayle had her doubts that the two would cross paths again.

"He's - they're, well -" the offer was nice, but there were a number of problems with the suggestion. "My parents live in Tennessee, which is at least nine hours from here. Normally something like that isn't a problem for me, but having passengers is not something... i-it's complicated." Kayle decided. They had a lot of time to kill, sure, but not eighteen hours worth of it. It'd be almost dark by the time they started shopping, all to check on one little pup. "But... I don't normally have Xaliphax." she continued, leaning over to cast a glance out to the mustang in the parking lot. His chi was the only thing about him that stayed consistent, and the fact that he had his own rather than just an echo made him easy to find. Currently, the pale horse was flipping through the local radio, listening to the early morning news while a few early risers took time to admire his metallic coat.
"Well, that's all we have time for today, Malcolm, but thank you for your continued perseverance. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of you."
"If you're unlucky. Thank you for having me."
Exchanged for the familiar beats of "Paint It Black" instead. "I guess we could go and check on him after breakfast." Kayle decided, turning back to her coffee. "I don't think I've ever seen a horse faster than Xaliphax. I bet that Posideon guy wishes he had a steed like him. Lord of horses my ass."

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

"Then why -" a pause. Then why did you ask for them? It left him puzzled as he passed over the tin, but he was just happy to help. He offered the other a small, tired-looking smile in response. "It - It's no trouble, I'm just glad I had some on me. I'm kind of used to strange requests - you'd have to try really hard to top some of the things Juliet has asked me to get." There were some other noteworthy offenders, but all Cain really cared about was return customers and the thank-yous. It didn't seem like much else would arise from the conversation, so the oracle planned to take his leave so he had something - preferably carbs - to accompany the acidic energy drink sitting in his otherwise empty stomach. "Lunch," he replied quickly. "Er - breakfast, I mean," Cain rephrased, beginning to scratch at his arm before stopping himself. "I haven't - I'm the first out the Dionysus cabin, so I was just wanting some breakfast." Cain felt like he was making excuses, which was a problem Chiron (gently) and Mr. D (not so gently) informed him he needed to work on. "You can come with me if you want to, I normally just eat in the cave but it's too cold right now." He didn't want to ask, but he didn't know if he was allowed to sit anyone in the dining pavilion - the tables were cabin coded, after all.

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[✦] | Apollo | 16 | Female | Outside Cabin 7 ➡ Dining Pavilion | Tags: Sylvester
❝ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟❞

Lucy wasn't prepared to wait for an answer, and unfortunately, Sylvester was quick to respond. Just what I wanted this morning. She seethed internally, though the disdain was clear on her face. "Fine, just don't get lost." Lucy tugged up her coat collar and stepped into the snow, moving past Sylvester with confidence in her step. Normally, Chiron wasn't a hard (man? centaur?) to find, but now that his favored roost of the Big House no longer stood, where to find him was a little more up in the air. As Lucy pondered where to begin, the thought of breakfast edged its way into her mind. Although her information for Chiron was important, maybe it could wait until after she'd eaten. She wasn't quite 100% on an empty stomach.

"I suppose we'll try the dining pavilion first," she decided, rubbing her nose with her sleeve to keep it from getting ice cold. "If he isn't there, I can at least start with some breakfast." Sylvester could as well if he'd yet to eat, she assumed. Without so much as a side glance to the former camper, Lucy made her way to the mess hall with purpose. She was a little surprised to find a crowd mulling about the spread, which was notably less grand than they usually were. It seemed as though everything going on was even getting to the dryads and harpies. Like the day before, campers mingled between the tables and Mr. D was nowhere to be found. So much for him threatening to turn anyone into dolphins this year. There was a strange sense of peace, and for once, Lucy had no desire to disturb it. Among the faces in the pavilion, she spotted Leo's. He and I may need to have a talk later. Or now, depending on how breakfast went. With no sign of Chiron for the time being, Lucy resigned herself to put her search on hold, grabbing herself a plate instead. She turned to see if Sylvester was still there, snootiness everpresent in her tone. "Are you coming or not?"

──────── 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐞 "𝐌𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞" 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩
[✦] | Mars | 29 | Female | ➡ Hampton Inn, Van | Tags: Clive, Teilo, Rochelle
❝ ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒❞

In the face of the reveal, he seemed remarkably... calm, of all things. It didn't quite unsettle Moxie, but she found it a little strange for someone so young to have little to no qualms with the concept of murder. That mentality was usually reserved for sociopaths and adults. "Sounds that way without the context, doesn't it?" She realized. "I didn't - Kingston wasn't in the picture when I heard this. It was, something else..." What specifically, however, was still lost in her memory. "I know I was mad at him. Something stupid, he was leaving for New York to take care of his aunt who'd been in the hospital. I just didn't think it was fair for him to drop everything and run off, not when everyone needed him there." Her emotions were clouded, but the demigod snapped her from her thoughts with a curt question. "Are you coming, murderer?" It seemed like the title would stick. "Yeah, whatever Taffy."

Moxie tumbled her way outside of the van just in time to see the child of Thanatos put some oomph to that mouth of his. She bit back a smile and watched everything go down, waiting to see if the newest face would have the wit to throw back anything spicy. She raised an eyebrow when Clive bolted, intending to shout in his direction, but decided better of it when he hit the door. I guess he's needed elsewhere. Moxie didn't know how ghosts worked, whether said ghosts were Clive or otherwise. "So," she tutted, eyes flicking back to Taffy. "I plan on staying out of this, but I'll let you borrow one of these just in case." Moxie slipped off one of her rings, changing its shape into a Roman Pugio, and placed it in his back pocket before leaning back against the van, arms crossed.

[sammy,]

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: drew.
ivi dining pavilion.

there was something comical about the calamities that seemed incessant on following him. that was the best course of action, to laugh at it, in the face of all that was unholy. "could'a knocked your block off. i would be raging if i were you. better man than me," he said, shook his head. "up you come." commented as he helped the son of athena to his feet.

"yeah, course i'm alright," the dog had gone mostly unnoticed, just another presence he'd glanced over in the fog, but she appeared offended at remaining ignored. two names were given, one a confirmation. "hello, luna. sorry about that," a scratch to the back of the eager dog's ear. "surprised she didn't go for me, actually. well trained. or just an attention seeker. either way, works for me. no teeth marks in my leg." orin turned his eyes back to drew, nodded when his identity was confirmed. "yeah, that's me. in the flesh, live and in stereo. controversially. what was it that gave it away, the winning personality, or the hair? you can say the hair. it's normally the hair." another smile, a fervent nod when asked if he was alright. "course. top of the world. what about you? hope you didn't crack a rib or anything nasty. way lawsuits are out here, i'm half expecting a hefty bill under the crack of the cabin door for emotional damages." he paused. there were more things to consider than the blunder. "been a tough few days though, right? how're you holding up?"

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

conan laughed heartily at the idea that he could be wiped so dramatically. "yeah, i don't think that's gonna be happening any time soon. for the glory of rome, and all. history would suggest that we're the winners in that fight. and history's pretty much our whole gig," his head wiggled, evidence that none of the smack-talking was truly visceral, it meant nothing to him beyond light teasing.

"from what i've seen, you're much better than you give yourself credit for," he concluded, ever-so-slightly distracted by the display aldous was putting on. "he used to do this when we were -" a pause. "before jupiter. when we needed cash. he'd slam into people, steal their watches while they were worried about knocking a kid over. he's mastered this art." a shine of pride in his eyes, shifted into concern when the lag occurred. conan was bad when it came to his future visions. he wasn't used to them, always took him a while to recuperate, but aldous was usually up and at 'em in the blink of an eye. something had given him pause, which was bad. not for aldi, specifically, but for the news that was sure to come. he hadn't particularly wanted a negative reveal, for emmie's sake, at least. he reached out a mental hand, but found his brother's telepathic door locked and bolted.

when he returned, he looked fine. the bounce back had occurred, just later than usual. he was always a bit antsy, but conan noticed doubt, and when he explained why, the concern tripled.
"like..." aldous sniffed, searched for words that weren't coming. "i don't know. different people. but they weren't just stories, and they can't have been films, they had feeling. senses, y'know? like they'd actually happened, but they can't have." when emmie asked her question, the two considered it. "people don't normally come back from the dead. maybe he has hitchhikers."
a harsh sigh from conan. "sorry. maybe that was - maybe that was a bad idea," he said. "i mean, he looks alright. he didn't seem too fazed, did he? so maybe it's not a problem. maybe they're just there. it could be that he doesn't even know." optimism wasn't looking to be the way out in this scenario, but he was trying.

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

the regular version of capture the flag had almost slipped leo's mind entirely. funny how he'd reacclimated, how what was bizarre had become the norm so insidiously that he'd barely noticed. "no, like... capture the flag but with weapons. someone comes to get your flag and you stab 'em. that sounds bad. hardly anyone's died during a game," that was reductive. it seemed all of their stresses of the past few days revolved around a bad game of capture the flag. it only took one to ruin the batch, and yet it continued. "it's fun. war games, y'know? good excuse to rattle some skulls."

he nodded. "yeah, he's the oracle. he's - i mean, i've never really talked to him, but he seems alright. keeps to himself. you would, though, wouldn't you? if you could paint the future. really painstaking way to do it. be a bit slow, you'd have to work on it a while," leo was deadpanning it almost intentionally. "i think that's called the narrator. and - and there's nothing wrong with the beatles." odd thing to get defensive about, but it was what he chose.

he picked at his bounty as vittorio went through the list of people he'd encountered. in all honesty, he wasn't sure why he'd asked. it wasn't as though he knew any of them beyond their names. "well, i've got nothing against 'em. dunno about the blonde girl, though. that's gonna give me a minute. you'll have to point her out," leo said between idle mouthfuls of toast. a raised eyebrow at the doubt. "if you were anyone else, i'd prove it to you." he didn't like being doubted. it was safe to be feared. "you'll hear it soon enough. or see it. i dunno. just - just try not to be too surprised. scary villain's good. every plot needs someone who tells it as it is, and every plot needs an antagonist."

( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: moxie, rochelle.
ivi outside the hampton inn.

the sudden weight in his pocket was peculiar, but when touched, teilo recognised it as a weapon. he wasn't sure what moxie expected of him, but it was nice to have, given that his own had gone walkabout with clive's sudden and seemingly unprompted disappearance. "well. try and interrupt my sleep again and you'll see exactly what funny-looking looks like every time you pass your reflection," there was still a blaze in his stomach, no doubt residue of the boilt pot of stress.

the explanation was as expected, though teilo wasn't quite sure that he was the one who was supposed to be hearing it. "you realise i'm just the driver, don't you? like, you've got that into your thick skull of yours? beyond interruptions and... and disrespecting people i quite like - which doesn't fly, by the way - what the hell do you want me to do about all that? i really could not spare an iota of a damn about what brought you here," he paused, looked back at the van. "do what you want. if you can fit, you can sit. but i'd warn against annoying the designated driver. could make things very troublesome for you."

that seemed alright. "don't even know where everyone's got to. you really - you really came in at a bad time, there, actually. i need to - where's that stupid saes even gone, he's -" he caught sight of the waifish figure of the ghost through a window, but that didn't matter, not at that moment. instead, his eyes fixed on what it was that clive was looking at, mostly obscured, but just visible enough. "oh dear." it appeared that something was afoot. "that's not going to be good news, is it?"