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Who are you so afraid to be

Postby WitchHazel » Tue Oct 12, 2021 11:55 am

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


Aiden's words warmed Mirabelle's heart to the point where she thought she might start sobbing again. But she didn't. Instead, a miraculous thing happened. She smiled. A wobbly, tearstained smile, but a true smile. Not one of the closed-lipped plastic smiles she was so used to faking. It was bright and shameless and true, and it lit up her entire face. "Th-Thank you." Just a hair above a whisper. She knew he said he didn't need the thanks, and she knew she had already thanked him quite a bit. But the words made their escape anyway. "You have no idea how much that means to me." It felt so freeing to be honest, for once. Even if that honesty was a blubbering emotional mess. She knew in that moment that she could trust Aiden fully. That he would always have her back, no matter what she had done or what mistakes she had yet to make.

She didn't flinch or recoil when he confirmed her suspicions about her looks. Not even when he touched her face, swiping away some errant tears. A soft chuckle drifted out through her lips. "Well actually, makeup was initially intended to be used to accentuate the natural beauty of the human face -" she cut herself off before she could go any further down that rabbit hole. "...aaand I'm probably boring you to death. Yes. Yes, makeup can also be used to cover up... well, damage. Amongst other things." She sniffled a little as her hand unwittingly traced the scar along the right side of her jaw. It was still hidden - no amount of caterwauling could wash away permanent makeup. That's why it was called permanent makeup, even if it only lasted a few weeks.

It was a relief to know that Aiden's immune system wasn't as horrid as hers - quite the opposite, in fact. The mention of Ash's name sent a spark of guilt through her. "Ugh, Ash..." She pinched the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb. "He hugged me earlier, too, in the hall." I really hope his immune system is as strong as Aiden's. Forcing herself to perk back up, she gently slid from the lid of the rubbish bin. That's almost as bad as the bathroom floor. At least she hadn't actually been in the rubbish, she supposed. "I don't - I don't need any of the sleep sand." I need to be awake and alert, in case we're attacked on the road. "I'll be fine." The old Mirabelle stubbornness was back. "And if anyone uses any on me without consent, I'll charmspeak them into jumping through the sunroof." An empty threat, more of a joke than anything. Still, she would at least be vaguely annoyed if someone threw sleeping sand at her. "I'll - I'll clean myself up, and fix my makeup. You don't have to stay for that if you don't want to - I know makeup isn't really your thing." She didn't necessarily want him to go, but... she didn't really want to bore him with girly things either. And getting a moment alone would mean that she could take her medication away from prying eyes. Aiden wouldn't judge me for my diagnoses, she assured herself. He's literally just seen me bawl my eyes out in a hotel bathroom. Frankly, I don't think he would be all that surprised.

Her bag was sitting on the bathroom tile, where she'd dropped it. Ugh. I do not want to know the last time this floor was cleaned. She made a grab for the surprisingly heavy canvas sack, plopping it down on the sink countertop. The mirror was broken, sure, but the cracks were mostly concentrated around the place where her fist had connected with the glass. I just need to find a spot that's relatively clear of the distortion. She could always use her compact, she supposed, though a larger mirror boded for better results. "This shouldn't - it shouldn't take super long," she muttered. "Just have to - get cleaned up. Fix the damage. Then I'll be back to normal." Back to cheery, altruistic Mirabelle again. The one everybody likes.



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


Juliet rolled her eyes at the newbie's insistence on staying. "Fine, but if you get yourself killed, it's not my fault!" She continued her ruse of distracting the creature, darting in and out of range with ease. "Hey, watch it!" she shouted when Aoife's boomerang nearly took her head off. She was fast, though and dodged out of the way just as a splintering sound rang out over the hill. That oughtta take care of it, right?

The thing was still standing, even without a ribcage. She could barely hear Oliver's voice over the clattering of bones. Something about bringing it closer? "Are you insane?" she yelled above the sounds of battle. "Fine, but you're asking to get yourself killed!" Juliet began taunting the skeleton to move in Oliver's direction, feinting and running back a few paces to lead it to him. Then, something completely unexpected happened. A resonant voice with a distinct English accent boomed out across the snow. Is that - is that Ambrose? What the hell is he doing?



Kathryn Blackwood
||17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Dining Pavilion ➡ Outside Cabin 13|Tags: Evie ➡ Nikki|


Kathryn's face never soured, though her tone carried her disapproval. "Anytime, sugar." She didn't mean that, of course. And Evie likely knew it. But the game was to keep this looking casual to outside observers, and she counted that a success. With Evie seemingly sated, Kathryn rose to her feet and offered the remainder of her breakfast to Hecate in the brazier. Chiron and Mr. D were conspicuously absent now, she noted. Probably strategising defence or something. I don't really care, not right now. As she turned to leave the pavilion, she caught sight of Orin. The son of Zeus's presence only further expedited her departure. I'll just go back to my cabin and play a bit of piano. The Apollo cabin is too crowded.

On her way back to the Hecate cabin, Kathryn noticed a lone figure sitting on the steps of cabin thirteen. Well, not exactly lone - two dogs lay beside her. Ugh. Dogs. Always so slobbery and messy. Dobermans were okay, though, as far as dogs went. What piqued her attention was the mythology book the girl seemed to be invested in. Huh. Perhaps a kindred spirit. Either that or a bit of fun. We'll see. She approached the young woman quietly, the snow masking her footfalls. "Greetings, doll. Whatcha reading there?" Her plum-coloured lips were curled into their usual sweet smile, her voice honeyed. "You're the newest member of the Hades cabin, aren't you? I don't know if we've officially met. Kathryn Blackwood." She held her hand down to the girl, expecting a handshake. "Daughter of Hecate. I'm a friend of your godly half-brother Ambrose."



Ambrose Fletcher
||19|He/Him|Hades|Location: Dining Pavilion ➡ Half-Blood Hill|Tags: Oliver, Juliet, Aoife, Sam|


Ambrose wasn't quite sure where he was headed. Not until his feet were carrying him towards the ruins of the Big House. A realisation hit him; one he hadn't thought about. He needed closure. He wanted to pay his respects. Ambrose was no stranger to violence - sure, he hadn't seen World War I firsthand, but he'd lost a father to it. Or rather, the man he thought was his father. As much of a right prick as he was, he was still my father, for a time. Seeing what his death had done to his mother was the worst of it, for him. It was much the same with the campers who had died. He had known them, even cared for some of them. But they were gone now, and the people left behind were despondent in their absence. Death is inevitable, and yet each loss takes a piece of us all.

He hadn't brought any offerings, and he doubted cursed jewels would be a suitable one. He hoped his words would be enough. But as he neared the rubble, sounds of battle perforated his ears. Another attack? Already? No, it can't be! We haven't even had any bloody time to prepare! Ever the coward, Ambrose prepared to turn the other way. But then a girl was at the top of the hill, looking quite worse for wear if he did say so himself. The least I can do is check in on her, and see what in the blazes is going on.

"It's not the pine tree that's gonna save you, mate. It's the fleece hanging from it." Ambrose's voice came from behind the girl; his form manifesting in a swirl of shadow. "And have you not noticed the massive dragon coiled around the trunk? Blimey, every new arrival is dafter than the last." His easy smile faltered as he took in the situation at hand. A skeletal warrior, looking very much like a Spartoi to him. Juliet dancing around the thing trying to distract it. Aoife, lobbing her boomerang through its ribcage. And then - "Ollie," he breathed. His heart stopped in his chest. Doesn't look a day older than he did when I last saw him. He couldn't leave his friend out there alone. And if there was one thing Ambrose could do, it was command the undead. Sure, it hadn't worked the last time, but... those skeletons had purple fire for eyes. This one was different. Mustering what little courage he had, his voice boomed out from the top of the hill. "Skeletal warrior," he commanded. "Retreat to the ground from whence you came. Your presence is no longer required. Be at peace."



Vivienne Isole
||18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Waffle House, Lancaster, PA|Tags: Kayle|


"A book... club?" Vivienne's brain immediately pictured a weapon made of books, but that was impractical. Perhaps Kayle meant to use a book as a bludgeoning weapon, like a club. The confusion was short-lived, as the other girl's next words clarified the issue. "Ah, a social gathering in which literature is visually consumed and subsequently discussed. Correct?" She didn't need to wait for confirmation before the conversation continued. She was approximately sixty-seven percent certain that's what a book club was.

Vivienne's curiosity was piqued by what Kayle had to say, but her mouth was occupied with coffee in that moment. The mention of Xaliphax sent a multitude of additional questions racing through her mind. "Exactly how expedient is Xaliphax?" she hastened after setting down the now-chilled mug. She'd read stories about a foul-mouthed gold-eating horse who could travel at incredible speeds during her time at Camp Half-Blood, but that horse's name was Arion. Perhaps Xaliphax functions on similar principles. "We should indeed check in on your... 'Biscuit', time permitting." The booth squeaked under her as she shifted her weight uncomfortably.

"I would... desire to procure a change of attire as soon as possible, if it poses no difficulty. These articles of clothing are not... entirely to my liking." The light foam-like cages on her feet especially. Come to think of it, she had no idea what her style actually was. Khione had provided her wardrobe for the good part of five years, and before that, she had taken anything she could get. Her brow furrowed, not that Kayle could actually see it. "I do not know what clothing I do find pleasing," she admitted. "Perhaps something snug and crisp, with a certain elegance to it. No skirts or dresses - they are impractical. I believe I would like full covering of my arms and legs. As for footwear... something sensible, yet pleasing to the eye." In cooler colours, obviously, but Vivienne could colour-coordinate herself... at least she hoped so. She had never been much of an artist.
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby *Lovel* » Tue Oct 12, 2021 1:34 pm

『 ☯』 Oliver Howe『 ☯』

Son of Phobos ✵ Cabin 26 ✵ 17 ✵ Demisexual

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

Oliver was glad that she was bringing the skeleton but what now? He hadn't exactly thought that far. The rattling of bones was getting closer and closer. What have I gotten myself into? I didn't even want to be here. the dark depths of the skeletons sockets were closing the space between them. The girl sure knows how to grab unwanted attention. the thought would've been more laughable if not for the impending doom racing his way. He readied himself staring into in the dark depths of where eyes used to be. "You don't want to do this." he said to the skeleton.

The bag of bones skidded to a halt tilting it's head as though it took Oliver's words into consideration for a moment. Oliver had almost thought it had worked until its eyes seemed to hold an unspoken vengeance like he had only ticked it off. Oliver readied Horace for the skeletons attack but making it mad only seemed to make it move faster. He heard a familiar voice and his body reacted before his brain could and he turned towards to voice. "Ambrosius?" He called out just before a hard object hit the back of his head. A look of confusion spread across his face and he reached for the spot that had been hit. He pulled his hand away to look at it feeling a warm sticky substance on the tip of his fingers. His fingertips were painted red and his vision was darkening around the edges. "Ambrosius?" he called again all sounds of the world silencing again as he swayed towards the direction Ambrose's voice came form. Oliver wasn't sure if he made it to Ambrose cause his vision went black but he could smell a distinct scent of rich earth and a flash of a clown face before he lost consciousness gave him the comfort of at least knowing Ambrose was close enough.
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby Lynn72391 » Tue Oct 12, 2021 2:35 pm

Nikki - hades - location: cabin 13 - tags: Kathryn

“Yes I am, and no we haven’t met I’m Nikki” she said she knew she was the newest member of the cabin but she was the second oldest to her knowledge. As her black hair fell in front of her rare purple eyes. She would pet Diablo next to her. When asked what she was reading she smiled “I’m reading about different mythical creatures pretty much it’s a grimwar” she said smiled. As she stood up she closed the book then tucked it away in a bag on her shoulder. “It’s nice to meet you this is Diablo and Duncan and mazingo is up there” she pointed to the crow on the building.
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Postby Kveykva » Tue Oct 12, 2021 2:37 pm

    ──────── 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫
    [] | Athena Head Counselor | 15 | Male | Hampton Inn, Bathroom ➡ Dining Room| Tags: Mirabelle
    𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠
Mira was saying thank yous, but Aiden figured saying no need once was more than enough. "You're welcome," he said instead. "I don't know, but you do. And that's what matters, Mira." She let him wipe away her tears, which was more than a step in the right direction. Mirabelle was taking strides now. "But let's stick with baby steps, you don't have to tell me everything. I'm not expecting you to tell me your deepest, darkest secrets or anything. I just want you to trust me." Aiden tousled her hair - an action he was very used to receiving, but one he rarely gave to others. He figured she'd be rather flustered with having to fix that too, but the dumb grin he wore was in hopes to avoid her wrath as he hopped back out of range. "Yeah, I'm not gonna make you ramble on about makeup to me. I think you look fine without any of it, but you do you. I'll let you get cleaned up and everything - you're a big girl, I don't need to hover and make sure you don't do anything dumb." With that, Aiden waved and stepped out the door, making a mental note to talk to Ash about dousing her with sand when she least expected it (despite her objections).

As he made his way back to the dining room, he noticed nearly all eyes glued to the hanging screen, whose volume had already been increased from the earlier go-around. He didn't recognize the voice, but the face was one he knew from the newspaper bundled in the confines of his parka upstairs. It was made worse when he looked directly into the screen - through it, Aiden was convinced. "- 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." It sounded like a load of bologna. Except it wasn't. Don't say anything. If he lost it, they'd be in big trouble. Still, Aiden was frozen - eyes locked with those of the man on the television. After what felt like an eternity, Malcolm freed the son of Athena from his gaze, and Aiden refused to look back. He didn't know why it had gripped him like that, but they needed to leave. Now.


    ──────── 𝐊𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐱
    [] | Mortal | 19 | Female | ➡ Lancaster, PA | Tags: Vivienne
    𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒
"Yeah, basically." Kayle confirmed. "Not really my thing, considering I can't read. Well - I can read braille, but I don't have the patience to sit down with my hands on a bunch of dots for twelve hours straight. I'd probably sooner put my head through a wall." It sounded like an exaggeration, but it wasn't. Kayle did have a nasty habit of putting holes in drywall, but that was one feat she'd managed not to do in her apartment. When Vivienne asked a question about Xaliphax, and she had to give it a bit of thought - more than she usually would, at least. "Well, take this with a grain of salt - Xali isn't mine and I don't have a lot of experience with him, especially without Nick around. This is the first time he's ever let me ride without him." If that didn't explain the urgency of the situation, nothing would.

"Ignoring the mustang bit for a second," Kayle held her hands out in front of her in a framing gesture. "He's an Akhal-Teke, or that's the appearance he takes. I've felt him before, he's got the build for long-distance sprinting. He's more than capable, even if I've never seen him do it." She tutted for a moment, tapping her nails on the table. "Nicholas... doesn't talk much about what he does - or what he's supposed to do, as a god I mean. It's a lot of stuff he says in passing, or things that slip and he thinks I don't pick up on. I'm smarter than he gives me credit for." She took another sip of her still piping hot coffee. "He doesn't take pride in it. I think he's afraid of it, actually. I've heard him mention it before, but he's got more than mortals to worry about when the world goes in the toilet. Xaliphax has to be fast enough to catch up to the legends, god or not." Mentioning her brother so soon might not have been wise, but the context was necessary. "Plus, I know Xali has some of his own stuff under his belt. Besides the whole horse-car facade. Shadow travel is on that list, for starters."

Before anything else came up, Kayle silenced herself as their waitress handed out their meals - six plates and saucers in total - and topped off their coffees before leaving the girls in peace. There were chances that others in the restaurant were eavesdropping, but there wasn't much anyone could do about it. What would they do, take a tire iron to Xali's windshield? Kayle guaranteed he'd run them over before they made it that close. She dug right into her biscuits and gravy, taking a big chunk out of her meal in the first few minutes they possessed the food. However, when she did begin to speak, she refrained from doing so with a full mouth. "Yeah, getting you clothes was the point of the shopping venture." Kayle said. "I wasn't gonna let you keep that shirt. I know plenty about clothes shopping, but you're on your own "appearance" wise." She used air quotes. "I take someone with me when I go out for new outfits since I can't pick colors or anything, but I can help you pick materials and styles of clothing, shirts and blouses and all that. Nick didn't really give us a rendezvous time, but I think Xaliphax has that covered. He's better at time management than either of us."


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    [] | Mars | 29 | Female | ➡ Hampton Inn, Van | Tags: Teilo, Rochelle
    ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒
Taffy reached back to examine the item he'd been given. He seemed content with it, which meant her work here was done. The other demigod introduced themselves as Rochelle Di Angelo - a surname that certainly rang some bells, but not enough -and stated she'd be sticking around for the remainder of the quest. Based on the child of Thanatos' next words, he was none too happy about that. "Oh great, she brought friends too." Moxie glanced back through the windshield, counting the seats. I don't know if they'll have space for everyone. Then again, it was hard to determine just how many questers they had here. She counted... ten? possibly? during her exploration of the Hampton Inn. They'd been quick glances - in and out visits as she meandered the rooms and floors of the inn, mainly just trying to figure out what to do with herself in light of her newfound ethereal state. She would have lingered in the rooms longer, but there were a few too many honeymooners for her liking.

The comment about annoying the designated driver would've made her laugh, but the context it implied actually unsettled her slightly. "Gods, if you drive off a cliff with me inside, I'll kill you a second time." Moxie didn't find the idea of sleeping with the fishes appealing, but there was a potentially worse scenario that came to mind. "I don't want to spend the rest of my afterlife with a bunch of dead kids, especially that one," a nod to Rochelle. "I doubt your dad would pull you out of that mess either, Letus sounds as stellar of a parent as the rest of the gods." The tone shifted before the daughter of Mars could get any further into her spiel, and as Taffy's eyes focused on the spindly figure in the window, Moxie shifted upright and glided closer, thankful she wouldn't have to hobble as a ghost. "Don't know why being a demigod couldn't give me sharper eyes, I can't see it from here. What are we looking at?"
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My reflection sees all that I had tried not to believe

Postby WitchHazel » Tue Oct 12, 2021 4:13 pm

Mirabelle Everhart
||17|She/Her|Aphrodite|Head Counselor|Location: Hampton Inn, Bathroom ➡ Dining Room|Tags: Aiden; Questers|


Mirabelle huffed out a little gasp as Aiden tousled her hair. A protest died on the tip of her tongue at the silly grin spread across his face. It didn't stop an embarrassed blush from colouring her cheeks. It's not a big deal, she reckoned. I was already planning on brushing it out again. He left her in that flustered state as she gave his words a little time to sink in. He - He doesn't need to know everything. Mes dieux, that's a relief. Maybe someday, she would be ready to share the reasons behind all of the festering guilt she carried inside her. Today is not that day. But that was okay. It was a step in the right direction, at least. Trust him. I think - no, I know I can do that now. Her eyes met those of her fractured reflection. He's not just sweet words and empty promises. He means what he's saying. I - I know that now. It wasn't that she had doubted him in the past, no - it was more that she doubted her own self-worth.

Right. Focus on emotional issues later, clean yourself up now. There was no way in hell she was going back out in public looking as if she'd just bawled her eyes out in a hotel restroom. Which she had, of course, but no one else needed to know that. Looking put-together would help her feel better too. Or so she hoped. First order of business - Mirabelle dove into her bag to search for the necessary items. After a few moments, she returned clutching her hair and makeup tote, her medication, some Tylenol, and an unopened package of tissues. First order of business. She ripped open the package, using a few sheets to wipe the remainder of the mess from her face. Before starting in on her makeup, she blew her nose a few times and fastidiously washed her hands. I don't have time to re-do my whole look - I'll just fix a few crucial things. She removed the ruins of her eye makeup from her face, and steadily repaired that portion. She payed special attention to the dark circles under her eyes, and put a bit more colour in her pallid cheeks. Everything from there on out was rather simple - a few fixes here and there, a few tweaks to make herself look less like a walking corpse. She tried out her voice as she brushed through her golden locks. Mes dieux. I sound worse than Justin Beiber, and that's saying something. Her voice was a bit of a wreck, to put things lightly. It was certainly sounding rough around the edges, and the cracks when she spoke were more frequent. Not to mention the congestion that she couldn't seem to shake, dulling her consonants to a modest degree. I hope whatever's left of my tea will fix this. She wasn't sure what else to do.

Looking at herself in the mirror now, she looked remarkably okay. Everything seemed fine from an outside view. Everything save her tired, glassy eyes, which were notably more grey than blue. I don't think there's anything I can do about that. They were still a bit red from crying, but waiting for that to fade would take time she didn't have. Before putting everything away, Mirabelle downed her medication and two Tylenols. She had to snag her water bottle out of the side pocket to do so, but it slipped easily back in without a fuss. This is as put-together as I'm going to get. The willowy blonde met her eyes in the mirror, steely and determined. She took a slow, deep breath in as she forced a small smile across her face. It felt like plastic on her lips.

She exited the restroom looking relatively fine, for lack of a better term. But breaking down like that had taken what little energy she had left. She was so, so tired. And likely dehydrated, to boot. Had she not been so exhausted, she would have noticed that there were a more cleaning ladies than usual out and about. She barely even registered their presence until one of them flashed her a toothy grin. The woman's fanged teeth glinted in the artificial light. Wait a minute... fangs? Cleaning ladies didn't have fangs, right? She glanced back at the woman, but nothing was amiss aside from the intense stare that was returned her way. Mirabelle quickly looked away. I'm either hallucinating, or she's a monster in disguise. And that meant there was a chance the other cleaning ladies roaming the dining area were as well. I need to find everyone, and make sure they're on their guard. She slipped Rhódon from a hidden pocket, keeping it in lipstick form for now. Ash and Jamie were talking with - wait, was that Isabelle!? She had some catching up to do. And - Karter? Since when did he come back? - was over by Aggy it seemed... Aiden. He was standing, seemingly frozen in front of the television. Clive with him, she noted. Aiden didn't seem like he was watching it, not anymore. But she knew him - he'd been shaken by something. He needs to know about the - the demon cleaning ladies or whatever the hell the universe decided to throw at us now. Ugh, sometimes I hate being a demigod.

She made sure she was in Aiden's peripherals before she tentatively reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Aiden." She kept her voice quiet, but with the sorry state it was in she had little choice. "Normally I would take the time to see what's bothering you, but - well, don't be alarmed, but do you have a weapon on you?" She had to turn to catch a sharp cough in her elbow, to her chagrin. "I don't - I don't know what I've missed, but -" The cleaning ladies were watching them. She could feel it; their eyes sharp and beady. Waiting. "- the cleaning ladies. One of them had fangs, and there are too many of them out here." Is it sad that I actually wish I was hallucinating?



Kathryn Blackwood
||17|She/Her|Hecate|Location: Outside Cabin 13|Tags: Nikki|


"A grimoire?" Kathryn snorted. "Honey, a grimoire is a spellbook. And trust me, I've got plenty of those." An attempt at a bit of humour, if one could call it that. The smile never left her face, yet her brain remained cold and calculative. "Nice to meet you too, doll." She straightened up as Nikki rose to her feet. "Magical creatures though, huh? Quite fascinating," she mused. "And always good to be prepared in case you run into any in the wild. Most tend to be quite unfriendly to demigods such as ourselves. And by unfriendly, I mean they'll rip you limb from limb and use your bones as a toothpick, given half the chance." She let out a small laugh, intending to keep the mood light even under such dark topics. "Diablo and Duncan... apt names for Hellhounds." I bet that big one drools a lot. Yuck. "They are Hellhounds in disguise, are they not? I would assume nothing less from a daughter of Hades." Her deep brown eyes flickered up to the crow perched atop the cabin. "Mazingo... interesting name for a crow. Gorgeous bird, if I do say so. I'm rather fond of corvids."


Vivienne Isole
||18|She/Her|Khione|Location: Waffle House, Lancaster, PA|Tags: Kayle|


Vivienne listened politely as Kayle talked about her own distaste for reading. She'd never really thought about it, being blind and trying to read books in braille. It sounded like a lot of work. She was about to mumble something in response when Nicholas's name was mentioned. Her entire body went stiff as a board. A jolt of fear ran through her veins, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.

She mustered a sound of acknowledgement, but her brain took much longer than it should have to process Kayle's chatter about Xaliphax. Then Nicholas's name was mentioned again, and she started to feel mildly ill. Shadow travel. That much she latched onto. It was something many children of the Underworld could do, back at Camp Half-Blood. She'd done what little reading she could on the subject. "That - That would certainly expedite things." Her voice was as tight as her chest felt.

Vivienne nearly breathed a sigh of relief when the mortal bearing food returned, providing a welcome distraction from the sudden anxiety that had gripped her. The scent of the waffles unraveled the knot in her stomach. She was hungry, she registered. That was good. Not necessarily the hunger itself, but that she was registering it. Vivienne ate with small, delicate bites; never one to shirk her manners no matter how ravenous she was. Her napkin was folded in her lap. The conversation had shifted to clothing, and thank the gods for that. "This... 'shopping' will be a novel experience to me," she admitted once she had swallowed a bite of waffle. "As for time management, I am very competent myself." Under normal circumstances. She didn't have much else to say on the matter, not when her head was still full of static. Instead, she turned the brunt of her attention to her food, remaining silent for a time.
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Postby indigo' » Tue Oct 12, 2021 6:42 pm

━━━ 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳
[]16|he/him|Ares|dining pavilion|tags: Leo


The explanation of capture the flag had Vittorio's eyes widening, mouth falling open as though he had something to say, but the words didn't quite make it out. He shouldn’t have been surprised, not after everything he’d already seen, but a game that involved stabbing sounded barbaric. He'd seen people get injured in sports games before, caused a few concussions himself, but that still seemed a bit far. Even for people who claimed to be godly spawn. “Hardly anyone? Meaning…” He shook his head quickly. He really didn’t want to know. “Yeah...fun…” His words lacked conviction, clearly a little stunned by the whole concept.

And then there was the man who lived in the cave. The way Leo was explaining it was starting to sound less and less like a joke. For a moment, all he could do was stare, trying to put the pieces together in his brain. “But—how can he—that’s not—” There were too many questions to put into words. “That can’t be efficient,” he settled on breathily. It felt like he was being messed with, but it didn’t feel like he was being lied to. Maybe all these people really were delusional. “No, not like...well, I guess it could be the narrator. Depends on how you want to tell the story. And there isn’t. He just thinks writing something with popular music in mind is a cheap way to reel in an audience. That it's not true art if you've got commercialism ingrained in the story.” He shrugged. “I think he just likes to sound pretentious.”

He cast a glance around the pavilion, searching for the girl who had been the catalyst in his claiming the day previous. The place was crowded, it would’ve been difficult to pick out one face he barely remembered. “I don’t see her, but she seemed pretty familiar with these grunts,” he said with a short nod to Amy, Chris and Gunner. “And you’re both?” he asked skeptically. He wasn’t sure how much he believed that. He believed Leo saw himself as the villain, but so did a lot of people. It didn’t seem like it would be difficult in a place like that, but he really didn’t think he wanted him to prove it. “Whatever. I wouldn’t blame you for whatever you have to do to put up with these guys on a daily basis.”


━━━ 𝐀𝐨𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲
[☘︎]17|she/her|Hebe|Half-Blood Hill|tags: Oliver, Juliet, Sam


The new kid didn’t seem too pleased with Aoife’s comment, but he didn’t seem too pleased with anything at the moment, so she wasn’t going to hold it against him. “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I? I was just observing what happened.” Her words had a habit of coming out wrong, sounding a little more callous than they were meant to. Her tone was as light as ever, but when she spoke everything that was on her mind, people had a tendency to misinterpret it. If Oliver was so sensitive to that, he wasn’t going to last a day at camp.

“Well go on then,” she said, glancing at Oliver when he proposed another idea, looking back up in time to snatch her boomerang out of the air as it came hurtling back towards her. “Can that thing even hear or see? It hasn’t got any...body.” Apparently that didn’t matter, as Juliet began to lure it back towards them. “I really hope whatever plan you’re concocting in that odd little head of yours is good and you’re not just mad. I’d rather not become a snack for something that doesn’t even have a stomach.” Then the boy was enacting his plan...by talking. A short, slightly hysterical laugh bubbled up from her chest. “That? That’s your plan? What are you, a therapist? You’re going to talk him out of killing us? God have mercy we’re all going to die.”

Then there was another voice, a more familiar one, also seeming to be telling the skeleton what to do. Either she was missing something or they were all losing their minds. She shot a glance towards the figure standing by the tree. “Ambrose, what in the name of god—” She didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence before Oliver was stumbling forward and collapsing to the ground, blood staining the back of his head. “This is why we don’t try to talk about our feelings with skeletons,” she stated, in what would have been a matter-of-fact tone if she hadn't been so panicked, before stepping between the fallen demigod and the skeleton. She didn’t know if either of their commands had actually worked, but she wasn’t going to wait to find out, lifting her weapon once again to take a hard swing at the skeleton’s head.


━━━ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬
[]18|he/him|Athena|Forge|tags: Wilhelm


It was evident that Will had been eager for a task, and Caleb was grateful for the help returning his shield to its former glory, so it worked out well for both of them. He watched the other work quietly for a moment. He was never usually one for being quiet, and though he knew Will wasn’t much of a talker, the previous conversation had briefly hindered his ability to run his mouth. It didn’t last long, though. Silence was unbearable, especially with the weight it held now. “You know, I got called Captain America because of that shield yesterday. Took it as a compliment at the time because, well, have you seen Chris Evans? Now I’m thinking I should’ve knocked ‘em over the head for it. America. As if I’d be the stunningly handsome representation of this place. No offense, man. Lovely country you’ve got here.” He gave an overexaggerated grimace, as if the words pained him to say. He didn’t think Will would take it personally, wasn’t sure that the son of Hephaestus was actually even listening to him as he remained focused on the shield. “This is not America’s ass, I’ll tell you that right now.”

He fell silent again for a while, and soon enough his shield was being handed back to him. He held it reverently, as if worried he might smudge the freshly polished surface. As if that mattered when it would likely be scuffed up in battle again very soon. “That looks brilliant. Thanks, man.” The question sobered him up slightly and he shook his head. “No, thankfully.” He wasn’t sure how he would’ve dealt with it if one of his half-siblings had been a casualty of the day previous, though it still sickened him to think that there had been any. “We’re all lucky to be here. Hopefully we’ve been through the worst of it now.” Doubtful, but they could dream. Then came a question he wasn’t prepared for, and he shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny of Will’s gaze. He took his time in answering, tapping his shield to return it to it’s disguised form and slipping the signet ring back on his finger. “Could be Hades. There’s a few gods that’ve got something to do with death. Could be any one of ‘em.”
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby The Scribe » Tue Oct 12, 2021 7:01 pm

Samantha "Sam" Semuels"

16 ~ Athena (Unclaimed) ~ Lesbian ~ Tags: Aoife, Oliver, Juliet, Ambrose


At the sound of a voice behind her, Sam spun around, swinging a punch toward it. A boy had appeared there, and he seemed to form from shadows. "Where did you come from? I know you didn't just leap from a shadow." But even as she said it, she didn't believe herself. It wasn't the strangest thing she'd seen today. At his words, her eyes floated up to see the shimmering fleece, and then to the dragon curled up only inches from her. She quickly stepped away. She had a lot of questions.

But the new boy had already turned his attention back to the fight, so Sam followed his lead. Her eyes scanned the hillside. The girl with the boomerang was talking to the boy with the grappling hook, well, sassing the boy with the grappling hook. He seemed to be talking to the skeleton, but it wasn't doing much. And the first girl was still taunting the creature. Except now, she was bringing it closer to them.

Sam thought about running, but then she saw one of the boys get hit. He dropped to the ground, blood spilling from his head. They were trying to save Sam . . . and he could be dead. She had to do something. She had to help. Somehow, these kids were outmatched by the skeleton. She glanced from one person to the next, trying to decide what to do. Perhaps if she could just get that thing on the ground, perhaps even break its leg . . .

Sam took off, full speed, down the hill, just as Shadow Boy began speaking to the skeleton. "DIE!"
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby Deoledath » Wed Oct 13, 2021 12:40 am

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

It might be funny, the fact that demigods could still be so human as to accidentally clash into one another like some poor introduction to a comedic film… still, he didn’t think much of it. He was good in a fight but outside he could be clumsy at times. It was a bit of a hamartia. They all had them, dating all the way back to Achilles and his heel, really. He insisted he was fine and Drew nodded with a soft breath of relief. First, it was almost insulting Hades to his son, and now it was almost hurting the son of Zeus. Would his luck ever cease? He certainly hoped so.

He grinned when attention turned to his trust German Shepherd sidekick. “She’s a little bit of both, honestly. She knew that neither of us meant any harm, else she would have jumped in teeth bared… but also she loves the attention. Outside of camp everyone was always giving her attention, but inside of camp there are all these magical creatures, and nothing is as it seems so a German Shepherd doesn’t get nearly as much love… at least that’s what she seems to be convinced of.” He offered, a hint of drama in his voice if only to convey how melodramatic his best friend was.

“You know, I’ve been here three years… and I still keep waiting to wake up and hear that it was all a dream or some kind of prank. None of this still feels real.” He included. “Least of all your hair.” He joked as if his hair was stranger than anything else that came with having a god for a parent. “Don’t worry, I’m tough as nails… father didn’t believe in emotional damages… and he’s got plenty of lawyers who agree with him.” That was what he got for being the son of a businessman he supposed. “I’m holding in there otherwise, though. Admittedly, I’m rather fond of the cold… though what’s been happening as of late might be pushing it. Fighting the undead in the cold was nothing I ever expected. Ambrose was just telling me that Vivienne has been tied to it all. He was looking for Caleb and somehow the conversation digressed into me finding a satyr?” To say that Drew had partially tuned out of the conversation by then to know why it was necessary was a bit of an understatement.
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby tawneypelt0504 » Wed Oct 13, 2021 6:38 am

Cassandra Lynn Peters|19|she/her|Hermes|Head Counselor|Demi-bisexual|Loc:Training arena|Tags/Mentions:Liv,open


Cass raised an eyebrow at the girl's sudden personality change. "Umm" Cass hesitated on whether or not she should give the girl a weapon or not. On one hand, she already seemed violent enough but on the other hand, the girl was a demigod and was going to need something besides her fists to defend herself. Based on the past couple of days the teen was certainly going to need it. Letting out a sigh Cass relented "Okay, but you're not getting an ax, we don't need you Jack Torrencing it around camp" Cass replied. "Let's go to the armory and see if they have anything that suits you". Cass turned her sword back into a ring and motioned with her hand for the girl to follow her before setting off to the armory.

Richard Sylvester Williams|21|he/him|Hermes|Bisexual|Loc:Dining hall--->Hermes table|Tags/mentions:Lucy,Oreo,open

Sylvester followed behind the Apollo camper remain uncharacteristically silent as he did so. As he walked Sylvester observed the cabins soaking in the nostalgia with a smile. It was great to see camp again and although he wished it was under better circumstances. After mentioning the dining hall Sylvester's stomach couldn't help but respond with a growl, he hadn't eaten anything since his pancakes yesterday night and he was completely starved.Sounds great Sylvester replied picking up Oreo and tucking her inside his jacket so only her head was peeking out. Oreo voiced her happiness with this arrangement by purring as she snuggled against Sylvester's chest. Sylvester gave oreo a quick scratch behind her ears before following Lucy at a quick pace. As Sylvester entered the Dining pavilion he stood for a moment and looked around seeing a couple familiar faces as well as a wave of new ones. Although the mood was definitely more subdued than it had been in past years. Sylvester glanced around looking for Chiron or Cass but there was no sign of the Horseman or his half-sister. " I have a couple of things I got to do first but thanks for your help" Sylvester replied to Lucy with a grin before making his way to the Hermes kids ready for some reunions and introductions.
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Re: Camp Half-Blood: Into the Storm - Open & Accepting!

Postby *Lovel* » Wed Oct 13, 2021 9:57 am

▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀Emerson "Emmie" Grey ▶ ▷ ☁ ◁◀

Daughter of Zeus ☂ Cabin 1 ☂ 16 ☂ Heterosexual

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Tags: Conon and Aldous
Location: Hermes Cabin

Emerson shook her head playfully "Well if you are so confident how about a friendly wager then? If I win you tell me more about your camp and Eeyre's and if you win... you can ask me any question you want or something else if you'd rather." She didn't know good wagers but she wanted to know more and this would be a fun way to get that information. Out of everything she didn't lack confidence in her fighting abilities.

"Perhaps" She considered his words before he got distracted. "Did you, did you not have parents?" Not that it much matter if he had or hadn't, even though she had a mom she wasn't properly taken care of either. Her joking demeanor from before completely diminished. "I'm sorry, you don't have to share more if you don't want to." it was probably something touchy but the look of pride in his eyes told her how close Conan was to Aldous and how much he cared for him.

Stories but not stories? What are stories that aren't stories, it was like a horrible riddle. The answer was on the tip of her tongue then she finally got it. "Memories, memories that aren't his. How could that be?" now she was just thinking out loud, the question was mostly rhetorical. "It depends on what's going on in his head. What if the others are harmful, what if one of them takes the reins. It's him but who are the others? He may not know and that'd be even worse." She grabbed a lock of hair and began twirling. Would this be something to go to Chiron for? What if Chiron casts him out or something?

〖 ☾ 〗Ash Davis〖 ☾ 〗

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

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Tags: Isabelle and Jamie
Location: Hampton Inn

Ash laughed at Jamie's childlike behavior, it was refreshing. "We can by you some at the hotel store before we leave. Speaking of....." they probably should be leaving fairly soon. "They aren't very show boaty and your welcome, I hope it didn't effect her too much though. I'm not sure what kind of dreams they have unless I enter them. She... she could have had a bad one." he felt a bit of guilt but she was annoying him and the whole car. "A feeling huh?" He looked up at Jaime "You're doing fine kiddo. Thanks."

Now he had two plans when he got back to camp, he had to live through this quest. "Well if I said I'd go easy on you it'd be a lie so just try your best mate." He picked his waffle up folding it in two before taking a bite. He was about to take another when the news caught his attention. "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." the host didn't seem too convinced at least from what he could tell. "Well bollocks,we've got a problem. A growing problem it seems. We need to find Belle." he looked at the other two and put down his plate."Now." how did this guy know about specific powers? Especially one's that the demigods had on the quest, it was too oddly specific. "Not good, not good at all." He whispered to himself.
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