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Care Bears... prepare to stare!
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Care Bears... prepare to stare!
Elijah Emerson
Location: Camp Borders | With: Monsters...? | Mentions: None
Elijah had been assigned border patrol and was lounging in a tree looking down at the ground. Peleus was not too far away guarding the Golden Fleece. Everything was fine until Eli spotted a growing shadow near the entrance as it formed he noticed they formed into Empusai who began to try to claw at Thalia's tree and fighting and failing at fighting Peleus. The son of Hades watched in horror as the shadows swallowed Peleus after one of the Empusai chanted a few words.
Elijah fumbled with the horn and sounded it quickly. He leaped out of the tree and drew his sword before passing through the barrier. These Empusai were not working alone they were being ordered. Though by who? A melodic laughter chimed from one of the monsters "You're too late to stop us Son of Hades, our goddess is growing stronger and your little camp will is unprotected." the demon smiled. Eli wondered if he asked would they say who the goddess is, well it was worth trying. "Who is your goddess?" he asked and narrowed his eyes. "Nyx, our mother Hecate said she would bring a new era." the monster giggled.
This news made Elijah's blood cold and it curdled, unfortunately this was exactly the Empusai's intention. He let out a cry when he felt something pierce his abdomen and he grabbed it as he fell to the knees. He was tricked, how could he have been so foolish, at least he got information. He grit his teeth in pain as he watched as the Golden fleece was stolen by demons of the night.
He couldn't stay out here and die. Gathering the last of his strength he made his way to the infirmary and collapsed.
Location: Camp Borders | With: Monsters...? | Mentions: None
Elijah had been assigned border patrol and was lounging in a tree looking down at the ground. Peleus was not too far away guarding the Golden Fleece. Everything was fine until Eli spotted a growing shadow near the entrance as it formed he noticed they formed into Empusai who began to try to claw at Thalia's tree and fighting and failing at fighting Peleus. The son of Hades watched in horror as the shadows swallowed Peleus after one of the Empusai chanted a few words.
Elijah fumbled with the horn and sounded it quickly. He leaped out of the tree and drew his sword before passing through the barrier. These Empusai were not working alone they were being ordered. Though by who? A melodic laughter chimed from one of the monsters "You're too late to stop us Son of Hades, our goddess is growing stronger and your little camp will is unprotected." the demon smiled. Eli wondered if he asked would they say who the goddess is, well it was worth trying. "Who is your goddess?" he asked and narrowed his eyes. "Nyx, our mother Hecate said she would bring a new era." the monster giggled.
This news made Elijah's blood cold and it curdled, unfortunately this was exactly the Empusai's intention. He let out a cry when he felt something pierce his abdomen and he grabbed it as he fell to the knees. He was tricked, how could he have been so foolish, at least he got information. He grit his teeth in pain as he watched as the Golden fleece was stolen by demons of the night.
He couldn't stay out here and die. Gathering the last of his strength he made his way to the infirmary and collapsed.
Elision of Ecritures
The Demon Librarian
Arlo Blumenthal ~ Location - Camp Interior (Cabins) ~ With - No One ~ Mentions - Elija Emerson (@Nico )
Arlo was walking along the row of cabins before he heard the trumpeting of a horn bellowing by the Camp Borders. His gaze went up, too far away so the scene where the horn was coming from was obscured, but as he looked on he saw the sight of a great commotion coming from up the hill by the Golden Fleece on which was stationed. He gave a frown, realizing what bad news this could spell for the camp as he rushed over, converse hitting the ground as he looked around desperately for anyone, but when he arrived he found no one. He saw blood and his eyes went wide. He didn't speak or exclaim. but rather his eyes trailed down the hill where a small trail of blood lead to the infirmary. He looked over to see that the Tree was, in the worst case scenario, now bare and without the magical fleece gracing the tree with its golden and comforting sight.
Arlo bit his lip, and then looked down the hill as he raced to the infirmary. This was a very bad situation, because without the fleece, the camp was in jeopardy of losing its magical border and defense against the monsters which plagued it every day and night. Dozens of campers lives were at stake, he kept walking, following the small smatterings of blood which stained the blood as he tried to avert his eyes. He didn't like the sight of blood, mostly because the only things he had ever killed in his life on purpose poofed into magical golden dust. Needless to say he didn't have much of the 'spirit of the warrior', and preferred the comfort of a nap to the thrill of battle, and only found his adrenaline in killing monsters through necessity.
He opened the door to the Infirmary and looked around, wondering who exactly left so much blood at the scene of the crime. Breathing heavily, he could only speak a simple, short yet terrified phrase.
"The Golden Fleece has been stolen."
Arlo looked to see that among him there were other Campers arriving hurriedly at the scene, tossinv about as they attended to, interrogated and comforted the injured camper; Elija. It was Elija whow as attacked? It was Elija who got stabbed so he was bleeding out, and now needed medical attention? Arlo had known Elija for about 3 years of Camp, and in those three years they had never really become great friends, but rather just mild, slightly awkward aquainatnces.....but seeing another person was never positive, and Arlo had to look away as he saw Elija just on the floor. He did what Hypnos kids do best, and that was stay invisible. They were the best at not disturbing the peace, not making a scene or even leaving their beds at all.....but even so, Arlo had to glance over, worried heavily as he saw people rushing around him. Why did it have to be Elija? He spoke over through the crowd, doubting his voice would carry amidst the rushed voices of everyone else.
"Are....um....are you OK? I....uh....I saw the blood..."
Arlo was walking along the row of cabins before he heard the trumpeting of a horn bellowing by the Camp Borders. His gaze went up, too far away so the scene where the horn was coming from was obscured, but as he looked on he saw the sight of a great commotion coming from up the hill by the Golden Fleece on which was stationed. He gave a frown, realizing what bad news this could spell for the camp as he rushed over, converse hitting the ground as he looked around desperately for anyone, but when he arrived he found no one. He saw blood and his eyes went wide. He didn't speak or exclaim. but rather his eyes trailed down the hill where a small trail of blood lead to the infirmary. He looked over to see that the Tree was, in the worst case scenario, now bare and without the magical fleece gracing the tree with its golden and comforting sight.
Arlo bit his lip, and then looked down the hill as he raced to the infirmary. This was a very bad situation, because without the fleece, the camp was in jeopardy of losing its magical border and defense against the monsters which plagued it every day and night. Dozens of campers lives were at stake, he kept walking, following the small smatterings of blood which stained the blood as he tried to avert his eyes. He didn't like the sight of blood, mostly because the only things he had ever killed in his life on purpose poofed into magical golden dust. Needless to say he didn't have much of the 'spirit of the warrior', and preferred the comfort of a nap to the thrill of battle, and only found his adrenaline in killing monsters through necessity.
He opened the door to the Infirmary and looked around, wondering who exactly left so much blood at the scene of the crime. Breathing heavily, he could only speak a simple, short yet terrified phrase.
"The Golden Fleece has been stolen."
Arlo looked to see that among him there were other Campers arriving hurriedly at the scene, tossinv about as they attended to, interrogated and comforted the injured camper; Elija. It was Elija whow as attacked? It was Elija who got stabbed so he was bleeding out, and now needed medical attention? Arlo had known Elija for about 3 years of Camp, and in those three years they had never really become great friends, but rather just mild, slightly awkward aquainatnces.....but seeing another person was never positive, and Arlo had to look away as he saw Elija just on the floor. He did what Hypnos kids do best, and that was stay invisible. They were the best at not disturbing the peace, not making a scene or even leaving their beds at all.....but even so, Arlo had to glance over, worried heavily as he saw people rushing around him. Why did it have to be Elija? He spoke over through the crowd, doubting his voice would carry amidst the rushed voices of everyone else.
"Are....um....are you OK? I....uh....I saw the blood..."
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Saiyan Princess
Always unhappy
Serena and Derek | Location: Infirmary | With: Derek and Elijah
@Nico
Serena never thought it was a good idea to let her stepbrother 'patrol' alone..if that's what he called patrolling. All the guy did was climb a tree and wait for something interesting to happen. "He of all people should know that life's to short..." here, she heard the trumpet "to wait for something to happen." She dashed from the front porch of the Hermes cabin, toward the entrance gate, where she saw some blood. Her worst fears seemed to be realized. "No...no, no, no. You took my mom. You take my brother from me too, and we will definitely have a problem." Persephone's daughter whipped around and followed the blood to the infirmary. "You gonna make it?" She asked, standing in the doorway, barefoot and her hair a mess from running all the way there. Apollo kids were everywhere, making it a little difficult to see Elijah. "Damn it, you should have called me!"
That's when one of Serena's least favorite people at camp decided to make an entrance. "Gods! Elijah, what the hell were you thinking?! Were you even thinking?!" Derek Newman, son of Zeus entered the room, pushing past Serena and leaving a burning hatred in the girl's spirit.
"You could've been killed on your own! You can't beat death, you moron!" Derek continued his chastising.
"Hey, Bolt Boy, if you don't knock it off and start acting like you care that my brother is bleeding right now, I'll make you bleed myself." Serena took Eli's hand. "You okay, buddy?"
"Hah! This is why I don't appreciate girls on my stakeout teams." Derek mumbled as he massaged his left arm.
"That's good. Because it isn't your team. We all share this camp equally." Serena snapped, sick of every single Zeus kid not giving a sh*t about other people and being so concerned with their leadership skills." Derek immediately shut her out. "Anyway, Elijah, next time I tell you to fall back, you do it. That empousa was going for the kill and you know it."
@Nico
Serena never thought it was a good idea to let her stepbrother 'patrol' alone..if that's what he called patrolling. All the guy did was climb a tree and wait for something interesting to happen. "He of all people should know that life's to short..." here, she heard the trumpet "to wait for something to happen." She dashed from the front porch of the Hermes cabin, toward the entrance gate, where she saw some blood. Her worst fears seemed to be realized. "No...no, no, no. You took my mom. You take my brother from me too, and we will definitely have a problem." Persephone's daughter whipped around and followed the blood to the infirmary. "You gonna make it?" She asked, standing in the doorway, barefoot and her hair a mess from running all the way there. Apollo kids were everywhere, making it a little difficult to see Elijah. "Damn it, you should have called me!"
That's when one of Serena's least favorite people at camp decided to make an entrance. "Gods! Elijah, what the hell were you thinking?! Were you even thinking?!" Derek Newman, son of Zeus entered the room, pushing past Serena and leaving a burning hatred in the girl's spirit.
"You could've been killed on your own! You can't beat death, you moron!" Derek continued his chastising.
"Hey, Bolt Boy, if you don't knock it off and start acting like you care that my brother is bleeding right now, I'll make you bleed myself." Serena took Eli's hand. "You okay, buddy?"
"Hah! This is why I don't appreciate girls on my stakeout teams." Derek mumbled as he massaged his left arm.
"That's good. Because it isn't your team. We all share this camp equally." Serena snapped, sick of every single Zeus kid not giving a sh*t about other people and being so concerned with their leadership skills." Derek immediately shut her out. "Anyway, Elijah, next time I tell you to fall back, you do it. That empousa was going for the kill and you know it."
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Kingly
King of kings
Alexander James Fuller
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Location: Lake -> Camp Borders | With: @Nico @Yuuki Kuran | Mentions: @Clementine
Alexander swam deeper and deeper down, the cool water giving a tingling sensation around his skin that he loved so much. Just being in the water of the lake gave him strength, gave him joy, and there was no better way to start off the day then with a good swim. He felt his mind reach out to some of the fish, greeting his scaled-friends as the schools of them swam out and around him, drawn to his essence. He had friends at camp, though no one made him feel more at home then the fish that swam inside the lake.
He opened his sea-green eyes, letting them wander around the blue around him. The fish circling around him gave him a serenity, a feeling that only lasted so long until the sound of a horn tore through his ears. So much for a relaxing day. Alex let the water begin to suck up towards him, a whirlwind beginning from deep within until the water propelled his body up towards the surface of the lake. He rested his feet just at the top of the surface, walking over the lake back to dry land, not a drop of water on his body.
Alex quickly ran to the sound of the horn, keeping his eyes peeled for any friends he might see in passing for the reasoning of the horns. He had one hand on his trident necklace as he ran, ready to pull it off if a fight were to come. Though when he arrived at the tree, he was too late. He stood there panting, his trident and shield now drawn as he looked at the tree with a look of failure. A sick feeling crept into his stomach as he thought of the vast amount of problems the camp would be facing shortly. There was a group crowding around Eli, his best friends little brother. He felt even more sickened that he had not got there in time to help him. Derrick had to be around the corner, and this would not be a happy sight for him.
"Shut UP!"
Alex felt himself yell as the two began to bicker over the boys bleeding body. "In case you two haven't noticed.." He pointed his trident towards the tree, the golden fleece missing from it's branch. "The damn fleece is gone, and Eli is BLEEDING OUT!" He felt a rage creep into him from holding the trident and the situation at hand as he shouted his final words. He shook his head stepping over to Eli his shield returning to it's vacant form though his trident still at hand just in case. "Hang in there bud, everything's going to be fine." He said to Eli.
Though he knew damn well that was a lie. The fleece was gone.
everything was going to hell.
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Alexandria Moore
Location: Infirmary | With: Chiron | Mentions: @Nico @Yuuki Kuran @Kingly
Alex sat on near the table with a mortar and pestle mixing a few herbs when suddenly a loud crash of the door made her jump in the chair and forcing a loud squeak from her. "Geez!" she huffed and stood up walking over to Elija, "What's wro-" she looked down and saw the crimson blood that was leaking from his wound. "Sit him down and use and tie it tightly around his wound!" she undid her belt and tossed it to Chiron and quickly ran to the medical room and being the case was severe she grabbed a very, very small piece of ambrosia and ran back quickly placing the piece of golden food in his palm, "Eat this slowly... It'll stop the bleeding and stop any poison from flowing through your blood stream, though, I'll have to mend any torn tissue together." as she finished speaking she'd remove her leather gloves exposing her hands.
Leaning forward she'd push him back onto the bed and removed any clothing that prevented her from getting a direct access from the wound. Once the wound was exposed Alex placed her hand on the bleeding wound and her hands seemed to begin to glow white as spiritual healing white magick began to flow through the wound, mending the flesh tissue any further internal damage.
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Garnet
3 foxes in a trench coat
Dianne Percival
Location: Infirmary / Mentions: Elijah Emerson @Nico, Alexandria Moore @Runakei
Dianne ended up in infirmary while trying to upgrade Sparrow. She managed to hammer her thumb because she was trying to point to the general direction of the ten inch wrench and lost focus. Serves me right. A child of Apollo was telling her about how fractured her thumb was when Arlo burst through the door. Her first reaction was to laugh it off as some sick prank but the shock and fear plastered on Arlo's face told her otherwise. She covered her mouth to suppress a cry of horror.
Then Serena and Derek came barging in and started shouting about gods knows what while Elijah, whom she didn't even noticed had crawled in, sat on the floor, bleeding out. She was going to tell them to stop bickering when Alexander did it first. Thankfully, Alexandria rushed to Elijah's side and started putting her medical expertise to use before someone started bickering about who should treat him.
Dianne took a small bite out her ambrosia and knelt down beside Elijah, giving Alexandria a curt nod.
"Elijah, I'm assuming you can speak. Did you see who took the fleece?" She asked him softly, almost whispering.
Starchan
Star Chaser
Viella Nyman
Mood:Nervous|Location
utside the gates|With:Herself
It was cloudy. Almost too rainy, and almost too cold for a midsummer's day, Viella thought;as she trekked up the last hill before her destination. She was almost ready to crash,to give up after nearly two weeks of hitching rides on various vehicles and oddly enough, a strange looking unicorn. The trip was tiresome,extremely lonesome, and frightening. Vi was clearly outside of her comfort zone, so far out, that she didnt even remember what she had before two weeks ago. Her memory of her mother was hazy, probably from the intense headache she was suffering from, but she felt like her mother wasn't even real. That her time with the woman who raised her, was a falsity.The same scenario kept running through her mind; that her mother really wasn't her mother, but was a beautiful goddess who somehow whisked her away into a life of luxury and wonder, away from a chaotic and flustered family who was furiously searching for her. Viella didn't know how close she was to the truth that day, though she assumed she was merely hallucinating. Her mother wouldn't keep anything from her, would she? The girl laughed, stepping onto the platform above. In front her were were a pair of large, and wooden set of gates with torches placed around them, most likely to ward nearby animals away.
The sign above read Camp Half-Blood, in something other than English, which she assumed was Greek. As she glanced around, she wondered why the torches set out were burning in midday, when the sky was doing its best to pick itself up. She walked even closer to the entrance, dragging her left index finger against one of the wooden pillars of the gates. She could feel many ridges in the aged wood, most of the markings being little hearts with a pair of lover's initials in them, and she smiled when she finally found a marking that felt like a skull, opposing the others silently.When she stepped through the entrance, Viella was shocked to see rolling hills that led to lusciously green strawberry fields, a set of detailed, decorative cabins that sat all in a circle formation to her far right, unicorn stables, an armoury where kids hustled around, carrying armfuls of weapons, as well as a grand arena, which rose the hair on the back of her neck. It all looked so threatening, and expansive, how could Viella find anyone around this place? Campers, satyrs, centaurs, and nymphs ran around the camp, all on their daily duties, oblivious to the outside world around them, how terrible it was. They seemed to not care, but Viella silently wondered how they would see her nearing them, her clothes tattered and torn, splattered with mud, her designer shoes were full of holes, and the bottom of the rat's nest she called hair was singed off. The girl was sunburnt to the point of no return, she looked like a rotten tomato! She was a mess, and the more the though about it, she felt even more alone than she was when she was on her own for two weeks. Suddenly, there was a little spark of courage inside her that made her do the opposite of what she planned. She brandished her sword and down the hill, and through the strawberry fields, weaving her way through the paths. On the other side, she emerged, even grimier than before, to gape in awe at the house in front of her. It wasn't much, but it was large compared to her. She stood there for a minute, then began making her way to the other side of it. There were people in front of the door, and again, out of complete fear; she approached them. Suddenly, she heard a horn ring out across the camp. "Well! Guess I need to bunker down!" She began searching for the nearest cabin.
Rais Nyman
Mood:Groggy|Location:Ares Cabin|With:His siblings
It was nearly the afternoon of June 24, when Rais was woken by a few of his siblings. They were smiling for once from head to toe, all holding a small item in their hands. Usually, he would be afraid by this gesture, but when he rolled over to look at the calendar on his bedside table, he squinted to look at a red circle around the box of the 24th. He marked it for his birthday just last week, so he wouldn't forget. In an instant, he jumped out of bed, clad in a superman onesie, and approached the first of the siblings by his bedside. The first was a small boy, about 10, who adored Rais. Liam was his name, and his mother was clearly very proud of his self control, until she dropped him off at camp, then he snapped. Rais was there to calm him down, and reassure him that everything was going to be alright.
Children of Ares typically had short fuses and no compassion for other who were angered, but somehow, Rais felt like it was the right thing to do. Liam had in his hands; a small whistle, red in colour. Liam explained, and that when used by a child of Ares, it would emit a high-pitched screeching noise to bring any enemies closer for battle. Ares kids had no problems luring in enemies, but it made the process easier. The two brothers hugged, and when Liam ran away, Rais put the whistle in his pocket. The next two children were a pair of twins, two girls named Elizabeth and Gwendolyn, and they looked at him with piercing green eyes. The two were naturally frightening because of their stare, but Rais wasn't bothered. He smiled at the two, and they opened both sets of hands to reveal two vials. Gwen spoke up and explained that one was filled with Gorgon blood from the right side, it could cure any injury, and that the one Lizzie was holding was filled with blood from the left side could kill anyone or anything.
The girls looked at each other then at Rais, and they handed him the vials. They smiled once more, hugging their brother. He laughed, pocketing the vials, remembered of an old legend about a man named Percy Jackson, and he told them all about Percy's experience with the stuff. There was one more sibling, his brother Kaiden, who was left without his left arm after the titan war. Rais remembered his bargain with the Hephaestus cabin, he would give his service to them for a month, if they created a prosthetic arm for his brother. They agreed, and a month later, Kaiden received his left arm back. He was grateful, so ever since, he'd been working on a project for Rais. It involved a smaller cannon gun for Rais's set of golden apples, and was finally finished.Kaiden came forward and held out the gun for Rais to grab. A tear came to Rais's eye as he cradled the gun, and he smiled brightly at his brother. All Ares kids loved weapons, but none were the same as this one. His weapon was unique, and handcrafted. Of course, Kaiden got help with crafting it, but it was still an amazing gesture. Rais placed the gun on his bed, then wrapped his arms around his brother. Outside though, wasn't as happy. There was a horn blaring, and Rais knew why. "The fleece! Godammit! Kids! Stay inside!" He brandished his weapon and ran out the door.
Mood:Nervous|Location
utside the gates|With:HerselfIt was cloudy. Almost too rainy, and almost too cold for a midsummer's day, Viella thought;as she trekked up the last hill before her destination. She was almost ready to crash,to give up after nearly two weeks of hitching rides on various vehicles and oddly enough, a strange looking unicorn. The trip was tiresome,extremely lonesome, and frightening. Vi was clearly outside of her comfort zone, so far out, that she didnt even remember what she had before two weeks ago. Her memory of her mother was hazy, probably from the intense headache she was suffering from, but she felt like her mother wasn't even real. That her time with the woman who raised her, was a falsity.The same scenario kept running through her mind; that her mother really wasn't her mother, but was a beautiful goddess who somehow whisked her away into a life of luxury and wonder, away from a chaotic and flustered family who was furiously searching for her. Viella didn't know how close she was to the truth that day, though she assumed she was merely hallucinating. Her mother wouldn't keep anything from her, would she? The girl laughed, stepping onto the platform above. In front her were were a pair of large, and wooden set of gates with torches placed around them, most likely to ward nearby animals away.
The sign above read Camp Half-Blood, in something other than English, which she assumed was Greek. As she glanced around, she wondered why the torches set out were burning in midday, when the sky was doing its best to pick itself up. She walked even closer to the entrance, dragging her left index finger against one of the wooden pillars of the gates. She could feel many ridges in the aged wood, most of the markings being little hearts with a pair of lover's initials in them, and she smiled when she finally found a marking that felt like a skull, opposing the others silently.When she stepped through the entrance, Viella was shocked to see rolling hills that led to lusciously green strawberry fields, a set of detailed, decorative cabins that sat all in a circle formation to her far right, unicorn stables, an armoury where kids hustled around, carrying armfuls of weapons, as well as a grand arena, which rose the hair on the back of her neck. It all looked so threatening, and expansive, how could Viella find anyone around this place? Campers, satyrs, centaurs, and nymphs ran around the camp, all on their daily duties, oblivious to the outside world around them, how terrible it was. They seemed to not care, but Viella silently wondered how they would see her nearing them, her clothes tattered and torn, splattered with mud, her designer shoes were full of holes, and the bottom of the rat's nest she called hair was singed off. The girl was sunburnt to the point of no return, she looked like a rotten tomato! She was a mess, and the more the though about it, she felt even more alone than she was when she was on her own for two weeks. Suddenly, there was a little spark of courage inside her that made her do the opposite of what she planned. She brandished her sword and down the hill, and through the strawberry fields, weaving her way through the paths. On the other side, she emerged, even grimier than before, to gape in awe at the house in front of her. It wasn't much, but it was large compared to her. She stood there for a minute, then began making her way to the other side of it. There were people in front of the door, and again, out of complete fear; she approached them. Suddenly, she heard a horn ring out across the camp. "Well! Guess I need to bunker down!" She began searching for the nearest cabin.
Rais Nyman
Mood:Groggy|Location:Ares Cabin|With:His siblings
It was nearly the afternoon of June 24, when Rais was woken by a few of his siblings. They were smiling for once from head to toe, all holding a small item in their hands. Usually, he would be afraid by this gesture, but when he rolled over to look at the calendar on his bedside table, he squinted to look at a red circle around the box of the 24th. He marked it for his birthday just last week, so he wouldn't forget. In an instant, he jumped out of bed, clad in a superman onesie, and approached the first of the siblings by his bedside. The first was a small boy, about 10, who adored Rais. Liam was his name, and his mother was clearly very proud of his self control, until she dropped him off at camp, then he snapped. Rais was there to calm him down, and reassure him that everything was going to be alright.
Children of Ares typically had short fuses and no compassion for other who were angered, but somehow, Rais felt like it was the right thing to do. Liam had in his hands; a small whistle, red in colour. Liam explained, and that when used by a child of Ares, it would emit a high-pitched screeching noise to bring any enemies closer for battle. Ares kids had no problems luring in enemies, but it made the process easier. The two brothers hugged, and when Liam ran away, Rais put the whistle in his pocket. The next two children were a pair of twins, two girls named Elizabeth and Gwendolyn, and they looked at him with piercing green eyes. The two were naturally frightening because of their stare, but Rais wasn't bothered. He smiled at the two, and they opened both sets of hands to reveal two vials. Gwen spoke up and explained that one was filled with Gorgon blood from the right side, it could cure any injury, and that the one Lizzie was holding was filled with blood from the left side could kill anyone or anything.
The girls looked at each other then at Rais, and they handed him the vials. They smiled once more, hugging their brother. He laughed, pocketing the vials, remembered of an old legend about a man named Percy Jackson, and he told them all about Percy's experience with the stuff. There was one more sibling, his brother Kaiden, who was left without his left arm after the titan war. Rais remembered his bargain with the Hephaestus cabin, he would give his service to them for a month, if they created a prosthetic arm for his brother. They agreed, and a month later, Kaiden received his left arm back. He was grateful, so ever since, he'd been working on a project for Rais. It involved a smaller cannon gun for Rais's set of golden apples, and was finally finished.Kaiden came forward and held out the gun for Rais to grab. A tear came to Rais's eye as he cradled the gun, and he smiled brightly at his brother. All Ares kids loved weapons, but none were the same as this one. His weapon was unique, and handcrafted. Of course, Kaiden got help with crafting it, but it was still an amazing gesture. Rais placed the gun on his bed, then wrapped his arms around his brother. Outside though, wasn't as happy. There was a horn blaring, and Rais knew why. "The fleece! Godammit! Kids! Stay inside!" He brandished his weapon and ran out the door.
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Excelsis
#NeverForget Jajangmyeon lips
WrathSama17
that babyfaced assassin
Kaden Rune
"Hmph!" The boy grunted as he swung his silver and celestial bronze sword at the practice dummy. The attack was a fierce one and the boy swung his blade with incredible accuracy. The sword hit the dummy's neck right under its chin. The weapon went through it's neck and the head fell to the floor with a light thud at the boy's feet.
Karen took a deep breath before standing up straight. He gazed at the sky and admired its beauty. Then he picked up the golden black sheathe from the floor and after twirling his sword in his hand, he slide it inside it's home. The young demigod then collapsed from exhaustion, his butt hitting the ground first, then laying back on the soft grass of the training field. Kaden slowed down his heavy breathing. His black T-shirt that read "camp half-blood" was drenched in sweat and clung to his body. The boy had been training for hours, practicing his swordsmanship. He always loved the his blade, War Ender felt in his hand. When he was weilding it, it was like he was invincible. He loved the blade. It was like a piece of his father was always with him.
Just then, a horn could be heard, signaling that there was trouble. It was rare for that horn to be blown. Things had been pretty peaceful for a while now and Kaden had to admit he was a bit excited to have some trouble. He hoped he'd get the chance to hurt something.
Kaden got to his feet, his energy returning rapidly. The boy started a slow jog towards the camp gate but slowed down when he saw people gathering in front of the infirmary. The boy changed his destination to there. He noted the blood that led to the infirmary and saw that it had led back to the camp gates. Someone must have been hurt. Kaden made his way into the infirmary to see a crowd. He saw the person who'd been hurt. It was one of the younger members. A son of Hades if he wasn't mistaken. The medics were tending his wounds and Kaden had heard one of them had asked if the kid seen who'd taken the fleece.
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Federoff
The legend of Groose
Zeke
The darkness, ever present in a place beyond the eyes of the campers, pierced by the light emitted by a lamp. It illuminated the workplace so he could carefully continue onward with his work. The breathing of the man inside was heavily filtered by his suit, the needle going into the unconscious body of the stray animal. Today was another cat, so many roamed the wilderness around the campus, and this was it's unlucky day. The mysterious serum was injected into the limp body, silence filled the air around him. The body began to uncontrollably spasm out for a few moments before collapsing, he placed two fingers to the neck...flatline.
He cursed under his breath before placing the syringe onto a towel and picking up a pencil, writing in his notebook afterwards. 5/2, results: death. Thoughts: Too much Sea Horse flesh. After writing this down, he whipped down and sterilized the syringe and table before taking the, now dead, cat outside and throwing it into a bush; he would bury it later. As he made his way outside, the attention of his eyes were caught by the growing mass of people entering the infirmary, he grumbled to himself. What did they do this time? he thought to himself, last time someone got a shoulder full of sword. It ended up with him operating on the camper, obviously it was a complete success on his part, but the camper...what was his name again?... Oh yeah, Jimmy, well he ended up not being as pleased, as he could never swing a sword again.
Best to not let idiots fight he thought to himself.
The man in the plague doctor suit decided, after much debate with himself, to head over and see what was going on. Just in case he did bring so medical equipment with him, like always. The scent of a fresh crypt followed him into the infirmary, in which he was greeted byt he sight of a man bleeding all over the place when looking through the window, "Elijiah Emerson, youngest of child of hades, puncture wound to the abdomen" he whispered to himself, muffled to the point of not being heard by the other campers, who seemed overly busy with their poor "friend." To his side, it was none other then the Alexandria Moore, his beloved younger sister; she had a knack for the mundane magic. And it seemed that she was putting it into affect, as she was already working her magic on him. Zeke continued towards the front entrance of the infirmary, opening the door and walking in. Silently he watched from afar, his eyes glowing those deep blue as he examined him from his position. It wreaked of the plague, it was disgusting... He would have to only hold out a bit longer, until his cure was fnalized...He reached into his pocket and produced his notebook, flipping through the pages with his thumb before finally speaking.
"Judging by the angle of entry, he has a 23.59% chance of internal bleeding and injury, I recommend that you all stand aside to allow for further examining" Zeke spoke, his plague doctor cross gentleman voice cutting through the air and side conversations. He continued to stand there, slightly hunched over, his eyes still within the confines of his notebook.
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The darkness, ever present in a place beyond the eyes of the campers, pierced by the light emitted by a lamp. It illuminated the workplace so he could carefully continue onward with his work. The breathing of the man inside was heavily filtered by his suit, the needle going into the unconscious body of the stray animal. Today was another cat, so many roamed the wilderness around the campus, and this was it's unlucky day. The mysterious serum was injected into the limp body, silence filled the air around him. The body began to uncontrollably spasm out for a few moments before collapsing, he placed two fingers to the neck...flatline.
He cursed under his breath before placing the syringe onto a towel and picking up a pencil, writing in his notebook afterwards. 5/2, results: death. Thoughts: Too much Sea Horse flesh. After writing this down, he whipped down and sterilized the syringe and table before taking the, now dead, cat outside and throwing it into a bush; he would bury it later. As he made his way outside, the attention of his eyes were caught by the growing mass of people entering the infirmary, he grumbled to himself. What did they do this time? he thought to himself, last time someone got a shoulder full of sword. It ended up with him operating on the camper, obviously it was a complete success on his part, but the camper...what was his name again?... Oh yeah, Jimmy, well he ended up not being as pleased, as he could never swing a sword again.
Best to not let idiots fight he thought to himself.
The man in the plague doctor suit decided, after much debate with himself, to head over and see what was going on. Just in case he did bring so medical equipment with him, like always. The scent of a fresh crypt followed him into the infirmary, in which he was greeted byt he sight of a man bleeding all over the place when looking through the window, "Elijiah Emerson, youngest of child of hades, puncture wound to the abdomen" he whispered to himself, muffled to the point of not being heard by the other campers, who seemed overly busy with their poor "friend." To his side, it was none other then the Alexandria Moore, his beloved younger sister; she had a knack for the mundane magic. And it seemed that she was putting it into affect, as she was already working her magic on him. Zeke continued towards the front entrance of the infirmary, opening the door and walking in. Silently he watched from afar, his eyes glowing those deep blue as he examined him from his position. It wreaked of the plague, it was disgusting... He would have to only hold out a bit longer, until his cure was fnalized...He reached into his pocket and produced his notebook, flipping through the pages with his thumb before finally speaking.
"Judging by the angle of entry, he has a 23.59% chance of internal bleeding and injury, I recommend that you all stand aside to allow for further examining" Zeke spoke, his plague doctor cross gentleman voice cutting through the air and side conversations. He continued to stand there, slightly hunched over, his eyes still within the confines of his notebook.
Zeke
Location: Hecate Cabin -> Infirmary
Mood: Disappointed -> Curious -> Disgusted
With: Elijah (@Nico), Karen (@WrathSama17), Vincent (@Excelsis), Dianna (@Garnet), Alexandria (@Runakei),Alexander (@Kingly), Serena and Derek (@Yuuki Kuran), Arlo (@Elision of Ecritures )
Theme: Lost it All- Avenged Sevenfold
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Location: Hecate Cabin -> Infirmary
Mood: Disappointed -> Curious -> Disgusted
With: Elijah (@Nico), Karen (@WrathSama17), Vincent (@Excelsis), Dianna (@Garnet), Alexandria (@Runakei),Alexander (@Kingly), Serena and Derek (@Yuuki Kuran), Arlo (@Elision of Ecritures )
Theme: Lost it All- Avenged Sevenfold
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Starchan
Star Chaser
Ember Moreau
Mood:Worried|Locationutside Infirmary|With:Herself (outfit)
Ember stood outside the infirmary, waiting for the diagnosis of her little brother, Elijah. She knew she should have let him watch alone, but she needed her sleep! After three nights straight of patrol, she was exhausted beyond all belief. When the horn sounded, she immediately knew what it meant, and from the screaming outside, her sisterly instincts kicked in as she KNEW she had to find her brothers. The path of the reckless and worried led her to the infirmary, where she sat outside, cradling her head in her hands. It was her fault her brother was in there. HER fault that he was hurt. If she'd only helped him take watch, he wouldn't be hurt! That was her baby brother bleeding out in there, and here she was, crying over it. "Grow up Ember! Get your white and skinny ass in there!" She said to herself, raising to her feet.
The girl was in the doorway in a flash, her bident at her side. "Eli!" The girl ran to her brother's side, politely but quickly ushering her way over there. "I'm so sorry little brother..." She began to cry, and reached for his hand. There were many people in the room, but the girl across from her seemed to know what had happened. "By the power of Hades himself, I demand to know what happened to this boy and how I can help! Please.."
Mood:Worried|Location
utside Infirmary|With:Herself (outfit)Ember stood outside the infirmary, waiting for the diagnosis of her little brother, Elijah. She knew she should have let him watch alone, but she needed her sleep! After three nights straight of patrol, she was exhausted beyond all belief. When the horn sounded, she immediately knew what it meant, and from the screaming outside, her sisterly instincts kicked in as she KNEW she had to find her brothers. The path of the reckless and worried led her to the infirmary, where she sat outside, cradling her head in her hands. It was her fault her brother was in there. HER fault that he was hurt. If she'd only helped him take watch, he wouldn't be hurt! That was her baby brother bleeding out in there, and here she was, crying over it. "Grow up Ember! Get your white and skinny ass in there!" She said to herself, raising to her feet.
The girl was in the doorway in a flash, her bident at her side. "Eli!" The girl ran to her brother's side, politely but quickly ushering her way over there. "I'm so sorry little brother..." She began to cry, and reached for his hand. There were many people in the room, but the girl across from her seemed to know what had happened. "By the power of Hades himself, I demand to know what happened to this boy and how I can help! Please.."
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Nico
Care Bears... prepare to stare!
Elijah Emerson
Mood: "I'm Alive?" | Location: The Infirmary | With: "Is the whole camp here?"
Eli was sinking in and out of sleep, he could feel the burning feeling of the poison swimming through him. There was yelling, although muffled he could make the voices out of his step sister and two cousins. He opened his mouth to respond to something and all that came out was a gurgled gasp. He was going to die, wasn't he? He felt himself being moved before absentmindedly eating the piece of ambrosia. It tasted like Persephone's cooking and the warmth filled him and he opened his eyes. He could breath again and he saw the concerned and horrified looks of campers around him.
He felt cold once more as he realized the situation "T-The fleece, Empusai stole it." he swallowed his nerves. He hated being put on the spot, if only Derrick was here, it would give him more confidence. When the son of Hecate came in he thanked the Fates that he was well enough now. He knew the boy's history of weird experiments. "The were working for Hecate and Nyx." he said nervously and played with his fingers. He was happy to see his sisters and wrapped his arms around Ember in a hug. "I don't know what Nyx wants with the fleece, but it cant be good." he finished. "I tried to get more information, but the other Empusai shoved their claws through my abdomen."
He was worried what this might bring to the demigods, though one thing was clear. The peaceful days are over.
Mood: "I'm Alive?" | Location: The Infirmary | With: "Is the whole camp here?"
Eli was sinking in and out of sleep, he could feel the burning feeling of the poison swimming through him. There was yelling, although muffled he could make the voices out of his step sister and two cousins. He opened his mouth to respond to something and all that came out was a gurgled gasp. He was going to die, wasn't he? He felt himself being moved before absentmindedly eating the piece of ambrosia. It tasted like Persephone's cooking and the warmth filled him and he opened his eyes. He could breath again and he saw the concerned and horrified looks of campers around him.
He felt cold once more as he realized the situation "T-The fleece, Empusai stole it." he swallowed his nerves. He hated being put on the spot, if only Derrick was here, it would give him more confidence. When the son of Hecate came in he thanked the Fates that he was well enough now. He knew the boy's history of weird experiments. "The were working for Hecate and Nyx." he said nervously and played with his fingers. He was happy to see his sisters and wrapped his arms around Ember in a hug. "I don't know what Nyx wants with the fleece, but it cant be good." he finished. "I tried to get more information, but the other Empusai shoved their claws through my abdomen."
He was worried what this might bring to the demigods, though one thing was clear. The peaceful days are over.
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Starchan
Star Chaser
Ember Moreau
Mood: He's alive!| Location: The Infirmary | With: Basically the whole camp
"Eli!" Ember said; her brother embracing her in a warm, but frail hug. She cradled his head, wrapping both arms around him, like she did when he was young. "I thought I had given you a death wish... I'm never leaving you alone to keep watch ever again. you understand me?" She finished, recalling what he just previously said. "The dark lady is back, and she brought back-up..." She whispered to her brother. Ember, being a child of the dark, knew that even Nyx couldn't be dealt with easily. The whole camp had more than a storm coming, that was for sure.
Mood: He's alive!| Location: The Infirmary | With: Basically the whole camp
"Eli!" Ember said; her brother embracing her in a warm, but frail hug. She cradled his head, wrapping both arms around him, like she did when he was young. "I thought I had given you a death wish... I'm never leaving you alone to keep watch ever again. you understand me?" She finished, recalling what he just previously said. "The dark lady is back, and she brought back-up..." She whispered to her brother. Ember, being a child of the dark, knew that even Nyx couldn't be dealt with easily. The whole camp had more than a storm coming, that was for sure.
SynKast
SynKast
Alexandria Moore
Location: Infirmary | With: Practically the Entire Camp | Mentions: @Nico @Yuuki Kuran @Kingly @Starchan @Federoff @WrathSama17 @Excelsis
After she mending of flesh tissue was complete she looked over to her brother who had stepped in for some sort of unknown analysis. Immediately she felt a harsh bite of coldness go down her spine when he spoke to her.
Alex had been at camp since birth and was claimed when puberty hit so she was sadly familiar with the process of how campers come and campers go... Whether that be living a life outside of camp, or having it ended. But this guy; Despite being her step-brother and the fact she cared for all of her siblings equally he gave her the creeps. And not the average 'This guy is just weird' creeps, but more so along the lines of, 'If I fall asleep around him I'm bound to have my kidney where my heart belongs.' though, since her job was done she had no further reason to be in his way and while she knew how to handle and treat wounds; he seemed much more interested in more than a simple repair.
Stepping out of the way she'd move back over to the desk where her spell-book laid open with writings that would he indescribable to anyone who laid eyes upon it, even her siblings would find it impossible to read. 'Yay for enchantments!' reaching down, Alex closed her book and tied it to the side of her hip with a magically imbued knot, securing the book to her. Next to be placed in its sheath was her Athame and Combat dagger. That slipped into a secure sheath that ran around the base of her back, just above her booty. Once she was equipt for anything she looked to everyone, "I am going to speak to the oracle... We need to know what is to come from this!" Of course, she was referring to the fact that the camp slowly being invaded and the fleece was now gone.
Turning away from the crowd, she made her way towards The Big House's attic.
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Angel Evans
Soldier Of Love & Beauty
Ai Ferri
Location:Aphrodite's Cabin |With:A random assortment of campers |Mentions:None
Ai lounged around in the king sized bed that his father had installed for him in the Aphrodite cabin. In recent year's aphrodites cabin had to be remodeled several times in order to accommodate the spoiled children of the love goddess. Ai was surrounded by his suitors,they had brought him gifts from there missions and hung on his every word. In truth he loved all the attention like any normal person,and while he reveled in the adoration and got lost in the voice of Ariana Grande he heard it. The sound of the horn cut through Ai's dream like sequence breaking him out of his haze of lust. The brown haired boy shot up and dashed out of the door. Looking around as he headed toward Thalia's tree he noticed three thing's. 1.The Golden Fleece is missing and 2. For some reason everyone's congregating inside of the infirmary. 3. And three there was nobody guarding the camp while the fleece was missing,are these people stupid? Where was Chiron? Ai ran back to his cabin where his suitors had been waiting for him. They were all good looking camper's from various cabins. Some Apollo, other's hepehastus,Ares,Athena,Hypnos,Iris. When Ai entered everyone's attention turned to him,he smiled warmly and walked towards them. "So,we have a problem. The Golden Fleece is gone,so what I'm going to need you guys to do is gather your siblings and friends and then set up a perimeter around the camp. Make sure the defense is air tight don't let anyone else get hurt today!" Ai ordered the, in that velvety smooth voice of his. As the campers ran off to soirteé Ai made his way back to the infirmary where he first saw everyone congregating.
Location:Infirmary| Mentioms: @Nico @Yuuki Kuran @Starchan @Kingly @Federoff @WrathSama17 @Runakei @Excelsis
Ai stepped into the infirmary which was now a separate building and no longer doubled as the Apollo cabin. All eyes were on him as the scent of designer cologne and whatever that person's favorite scent was began to permeate everyone's nostril's. Ai smiled warmly greeting everyone as he made his way past the people too see Eli sitting on the bed blood seeping from his abdomen and through his clothes. Ai's eyes grew wide in a flash of anger,he quickly regained his composure upon hearing that. Empousai were the ones that attacked Eli and that Hecate and Nyx were working together for something sinister. Ai kissed Eli's forehead lightly whispering in his ear simultaneously. "Everything's going to be okay,you will heal and then we'll poof every empousai in Tartarus if we have too." Ali stepped back and let the doctors do their thing while he addressed the other's they were there. "I set up guards around the perimeter of the camps border so that we're notified immediately of any impending danger,it's only temporary until Chiron and the other cabin head's decide I'm a better plan of action. Is that okay with everyone?"
Location:Aphrodite's Cabin |With:A random assortment of campers |Mentions:None
Ai lounged around in the king sized bed that his father had installed for him in the Aphrodite cabin. In recent year's aphrodites cabin had to be remodeled several times in order to accommodate the spoiled children of the love goddess. Ai was surrounded by his suitors,they had brought him gifts from there missions and hung on his every word. In truth he loved all the attention like any normal person,and while he reveled in the adoration and got lost in the voice of Ariana Grande he heard it. The sound of the horn cut through Ai's dream like sequence breaking him out of his haze of lust. The brown haired boy shot up and dashed out of the door. Looking around as he headed toward Thalia's tree he noticed three thing's. 1.The Golden Fleece is missing and 2. For some reason everyone's congregating inside of the infirmary. 3. And three there was nobody guarding the camp while the fleece was missing,are these people stupid? Where was Chiron? Ai ran back to his cabin where his suitors had been waiting for him. They were all good looking camper's from various cabins. Some Apollo, other's hepehastus,Ares,Athena,Hypnos,Iris. When Ai entered everyone's attention turned to him,he smiled warmly and walked towards them. "So,we have a problem. The Golden Fleece is gone,so what I'm going to need you guys to do is gather your siblings and friends and then set up a perimeter around the camp. Make sure the defense is air tight don't let anyone else get hurt today!" Ai ordered the, in that velvety smooth voice of his. As the campers ran off to soirteé Ai made his way back to the infirmary where he first saw everyone congregating.
Location:Infirmary| Mentioms: @Nico @Yuuki Kuran @Starchan @Kingly @Federoff @WrathSama17 @Runakei @Excelsis
Ai stepped into the infirmary which was now a separate building and no longer doubled as the Apollo cabin. All eyes were on him as the scent of designer cologne and whatever that person's favorite scent was began to permeate everyone's nostril's. Ai smiled warmly greeting everyone as he made his way past the people too see Eli sitting on the bed blood seeping from his abdomen and through his clothes. Ai's eyes grew wide in a flash of anger,he quickly regained his composure upon hearing that. Empousai were the ones that attacked Eli and that Hecate and Nyx were working together for something sinister. Ai kissed Eli's forehead lightly whispering in his ear simultaneously. "Everything's going to be okay,you will heal and then we'll poof every empousai in Tartarus if we have too." Ali stepped back and let the doctors do their thing while he addressed the other's they were there. "I set up guards around the perimeter of the camps border so that we're notified immediately of any impending danger,it's only temporary until Chiron and the other cabin head's decide I'm a better plan of action. Is that okay with everyone?"
Excelsis
#NeverForget Jajangmyeon lips
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Allcure
The One and Only
Clarissa Greene
Mood: distant | Location: Archery Range | With: herself
"Come on, you know you can do it." The child of Apollo spoke to herself through grit teeth. She had been at it for a couple hours already and now her impatience was getting the better of her. About 25 meters in front of her lay her target, with her first shot lodged firmly in the centre, a clean bullseye. That was the easy part and had been achieved with relative swiftness. Now her goal was to split the arrow. She held the silken bow string to her ear as she regulated her breathing and lined up what must have been close to her 100th shot. She had been attempting the task for a number of days now and thought back to the advice she had been given by Chiron.
"Hitting the arrow is the easy part, though that doesn't guarantee a split. Thesee arrows are made of simple oak but the grain of the wood will often prevent a clean split. You need both power and extreme accuracy to both hit the arrow centre and overcome the forces that will try and knock the arrow off its course."
He then followed those words with a perfect demonstration, which honestly had just frustrated Clarissa more.
Returning to the present Clarissa released yet another shaky breath and focused on the grain of the arrow ahead of her, using her perfect vision to pick out it's weakest points. Finding her target she held her breath and slowly released the tension from her fingers. However before the arrow could leave the string a horn sounded across the camp, catching Clarissa by suprise causing her arrow to fly, embedding itself a good inch away from the mark.
"Son of a B..." Clarissa started spinning to see several young campers staring at her, wide eyed and innocent. "Basilisk... Son of a Basilisk." She breathed frustrated at her inability to even express her frustration freely. Looking around she saw a dozen or so campers heading towards the infirmary, many of which were her siblings. Whoever was hurt had literally dozens of Apollo kids just itching to use their abilities, they would be just fine.
Clarissa drew another arrow and fought to calm her breathing, intent on achieving her goal today. Just as she was preparing to fire again a small voice disrupted her.
"Riss, what's happening?" Rage flood her body and she spun around, arrow still knocked to her bow intent on using it on whoever disrusted her for the second time. Her enraged gaze was met by Jasmine.
Since she had arrived at the camp Jasmine had followed her around almost 24/7. The adorable 6 year old daughter of Apollo had some sort of fascination with the dark, tattooed Clarissa. After a couple weeks and realising there was no socially acceptable way to be rid of the girls affections Clarissa had developed similar affections and saw the girl as the sister she truly was.
All of her rage dissipated immediately as she saw the girl, lowering her bow and allowing it to morph back into the golden band around her finger, the arrow dropping to the ground beside her.
"Ummm I'mean not actually sure sweetie," Clarissa responded looking around to see yet even more campers running around, many with weapons. Perhaps this is actually serious. "Go back to the cabin, find someone and stay inside okay?" She continued worried for the girl's safety. The young girl nodded and disappeared, taking the hand of another Apollo child. Clarissa had to make good on her word and made her way towards the big house to find answers.
Finding the building seemingly abandoned and with her nerves forever growing, Clarissa lacked the courage to actually go inside, instead she sat on the buildings steps, her head resting in her hands.
Mood: distant | Location: Archery Range | With: herself
"Come on, you know you can do it." The child of Apollo spoke to herself through grit teeth. She had been at it for a couple hours already and now her impatience was getting the better of her. About 25 meters in front of her lay her target, with her first shot lodged firmly in the centre, a clean bullseye. That was the easy part and had been achieved with relative swiftness. Now her goal was to split the arrow. She held the silken bow string to her ear as she regulated her breathing and lined up what must have been close to her 100th shot. She had been attempting the task for a number of days now and thought back to the advice she had been given by Chiron.
"Hitting the arrow is the easy part, though that doesn't guarantee a split. Thesee arrows are made of simple oak but the grain of the wood will often prevent a clean split. You need both power and extreme accuracy to both hit the arrow centre and overcome the forces that will try and knock the arrow off its course."
He then followed those words with a perfect demonstration, which honestly had just frustrated Clarissa more.
Returning to the present Clarissa released yet another shaky breath and focused on the grain of the arrow ahead of her, using her perfect vision to pick out it's weakest points. Finding her target she held her breath and slowly released the tension from her fingers. However before the arrow could leave the string a horn sounded across the camp, catching Clarissa by suprise causing her arrow to fly, embedding itself a good inch away from the mark.
"Son of a B..." Clarissa started spinning to see several young campers staring at her, wide eyed and innocent. "Basilisk... Son of a Basilisk." She breathed frustrated at her inability to even express her frustration freely. Looking around she saw a dozen or so campers heading towards the infirmary, many of which were her siblings. Whoever was hurt had literally dozens of Apollo kids just itching to use their abilities, they would be just fine.
Clarissa drew another arrow and fought to calm her breathing, intent on achieving her goal today. Just as she was preparing to fire again a small voice disrupted her.
"Riss, what's happening?" Rage flood her body and she spun around, arrow still knocked to her bow intent on using it on whoever disrusted her for the second time. Her enraged gaze was met by Jasmine.
Since she had arrived at the camp Jasmine had followed her around almost 24/7. The adorable 6 year old daughter of Apollo had some sort of fascination with the dark, tattooed Clarissa. After a couple weeks and realising there was no socially acceptable way to be rid of the girls affections Clarissa had developed similar affections and saw the girl as the sister she truly was.
All of her rage dissipated immediately as she saw the girl, lowering her bow and allowing it to morph back into the golden band around her finger, the arrow dropping to the ground beside her.
"Ummm I'mean not actually sure sweetie," Clarissa responded looking around to see yet even more campers running around, many with weapons. Perhaps this is actually serious. "Go back to the cabin, find someone and stay inside okay?" She continued worried for the girl's safety. The young girl nodded and disappeared, taking the hand of another Apollo child. Clarissa had to make good on her word and made her way towards the big house to find answers.
Finding the building seemingly abandoned and with her nerves forever growing, Clarissa lacked the courage to actually go inside, instead she sat on the buildings steps, her head resting in her hands.
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Quiet Is Violent
Eight Thousand Club
Ilabelle Amora Darren
Location: Infirmary / With: @Nico @Yuuki Kuran @Kingly @Starchan @Federoff @WrathSama17 @Excelsis @Angel Evans
Ilabelle sat on a tree branch, bored beyond reason. She lost both of her shoes because she threw them at campers, and she now has nothing to do but sit around and wait. Her long, blood-red hair was somewhat tangled from the climbing and running she's done today. Right now, she's just waiting for something to do. There isn't anything but training, and Ilabelle doesn't really enjoy training.
That's when the horn sounds. There's trouble in the camp. Ilabelle's eyes narrowed and she touched her whip, making sure it was still there, before climbing down the tree quickly. She looks around carefully, unsure of where the trouble is. Then she looks at the infirmary, where tons of Apollo kids are going. Ilabelle ran there as well, eager to find out what is going on. Her power also comes in handy when severe injuries occur.
Ilabelle almost thanked the Gods for her height. She slipped through the crowd with ease, seeing Eli surrounded by doctors. She wanted to help, but she knew better than to poke her head in where it doesn't belong. In order to help, she has to touch Eli, and she can't do that with tons of doctors in the way. She looked towards the others. "Alexander? What happened?" She asks, addressing her friend before the others.
Location: Infirmary / With: @Nico @Yuuki Kuran @Kingly @Starchan @Federoff @WrathSama17 @Excelsis @Angel Evans
Ilabelle sat on a tree branch, bored beyond reason. She lost both of her shoes because she threw them at campers, and she now has nothing to do but sit around and wait. Her long, blood-red hair was somewhat tangled from the climbing and running she's done today. Right now, she's just waiting for something to do. There isn't anything but training, and Ilabelle doesn't really enjoy training.
That's when the horn sounds. There's trouble in the camp. Ilabelle's eyes narrowed and she touched her whip, making sure it was still there, before climbing down the tree quickly. She looks around carefully, unsure of where the trouble is. Then she looks at the infirmary, where tons of Apollo kids are going. Ilabelle ran there as well, eager to find out what is going on. Her power also comes in handy when severe injuries occur.
Ilabelle almost thanked the Gods for her height. She slipped through the crowd with ease, seeing Eli surrounded by doctors. She wanted to help, but she knew better than to poke her head in where it doesn't belong. In order to help, she has to touch Eli, and she can't do that with tons of doctors in the way. She looked towards the others. "Alexander? What happened?" She asks, addressing her friend before the others.
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Elision of Ecritures
The Demon Librarian
Arlo Blumenthal ~ Location: Outside the Infirmary ~ Mood: Relived ~ With: Rais Nyman @Starchan
Arlo sighed, relieved go see that Elija was well and healing slowly, and that he had some dark news on the horizon. NYX? The goddess of night herself was something scary to behold....there was Hades, but there was nothing like Night. Nyx wasn't even a real goddess, rather, she was a primordial deity, an incarnation of the very thing she was patron of. Suddenly, star-gazing and restful sleep and the hours it usually fell on were not as comforting and enjoyable as it was before. This meant that there was going to be a serious problem, and with a serious problem in camp, there was one thing that the camp could do; go on a quest. It had been a while since the last ones in addition to the Golden days of Percy Jackson and his friends from the Roman Camp, but traditions were traditions, and that meant some campers would be chosen to go on a journey to find the Golden Fleece since it was stolen, and most likely deal with the Goddess who seemed to be behind it all. He wondered who would go on such a quest as well. Most likely the team would.need a balanced cast of characters for leadership, support, fighting and reconnaissance. However, Arlo doubted that a child of Hypnos would be useful on the field, especially one like himself.
He looked to see someone in a Superman Onesie running outside of the Ares' cabin, figuring that it could only be one person in response to the blowing of the Horn signaling the camp perimeter was breached. Arlo made a small walk towards Rais as he rushed over, holding a hand up to gain his attention. "Hey Rais. There was an incident at the border, Elija was attacked but don't worry, the Apollo Kids have him under control and healed, and someone's already sent people to the border for defense....there hasnnt been any issue besides that yet....but we have people standing by." He nodded to the other camper, messing with his blonde bangs as he coughed. "Oh....and....uh....Happy Birthday! I was meaning to get you a present...How old are you now?"He said a bit awkwardly.
Arlo sighed, relieved go see that Elija was well and healing slowly, and that he had some dark news on the horizon. NYX? The goddess of night herself was something scary to behold....there was Hades, but there was nothing like Night. Nyx wasn't even a real goddess, rather, she was a primordial deity, an incarnation of the very thing she was patron of. Suddenly, star-gazing and restful sleep and the hours it usually fell on were not as comforting and enjoyable as it was before. This meant that there was going to be a serious problem, and with a serious problem in camp, there was one thing that the camp could do; go on a quest. It had been a while since the last ones in addition to the Golden days of Percy Jackson and his friends from the Roman Camp, but traditions were traditions, and that meant some campers would be chosen to go on a journey to find the Golden Fleece since it was stolen, and most likely deal with the Goddess who seemed to be behind it all. He wondered who would go on such a quest as well. Most likely the team would.need a balanced cast of characters for leadership, support, fighting and reconnaissance. However, Arlo doubted that a child of Hypnos would be useful on the field, especially one like himself.
He looked to see someone in a Superman Onesie running outside of the Ares' cabin, figuring that it could only be one person in response to the blowing of the Horn signaling the camp perimeter was breached. Arlo made a small walk towards Rais as he rushed over, holding a hand up to gain his attention. "Hey Rais. There was an incident at the border, Elija was attacked but don't worry, the Apollo Kids have him under control and healed, and someone's already sent people to the border for defense....there hasnnt been any issue besides that yet....but we have people standing by." He nodded to the other camper, messing with his blonde bangs as he coughed. "Oh....and....uh....Happy Birthday! I was meaning to get you a present...How old are you now?"He said a bit awkwardly.
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9forgotten
Elder Member
Rei and Octavian
Mood: Annoyed/Worried|Location: Roaming/Infirmary|With: Clarissa @Allcure /Everyone else
Rei had been out training for once when a horn sounded. It took her a moment for the sound to register what it meant and once that sunk in, she quickly ditched training to go see what was going on. Anything was worth it if it mean less training time with random people. Not that she liked training much even if she knew people.
Finding herself in the infirmary with a bleeding Elijah, she shifted to the side of the room as more people rushed in, checking to see if the boy was alright. A lot started to happen as brothers and sisters and healers came in to see if he was okay. When Serena came in, snapping at Derek about uncaring Zeus children, Rei was about to snap and say that not all Zeus kids were uncaring but that'd probably get some looks so she shut up.
It suddenly got much to crowded for her comfort and she slipped out, silently wishing the campmate a quick recovery. Stepping out into the cloudy afternoon swiftly, Rei nearly tripped over a girl sitting outside of the Big House. "Watch it." she grumbled, stepping around the girl and jumping down the steps. Tilting her head a bit curious, she looked down at the sitting girl who's name she was very much blanking on. "Why're you out here? Aren't you going in?" she asked raining an eyebrow.
Meanwhile, Tav was in his corner of a huge workshop, tinkering with things as usual when the horn sounded throughout the camp. Picking his head up, his curious gaze wandered to his window where he saw several campers rushing over to the infirmary. Setting his tools down curiously, he made his way to the door way curiously, some of his siblings also peering out curiously. Dusting his hands off on his pants, Tav made his way outside and headed over towards the infirmary to see what was going on. Once there, he found more people than he expected, all around Elijah who looked like he was bleeding to death although he looked less deathly now that someone was patching him up. Sticking to the sides of the room, he just watched and listened intently, picking up what had happened quickly.
He was surprised to find his sister already there, also to the sides with her usual scowl across her features. She however, disappeared briskly, probably not enjoying all the people filling the room. He just smiled and turned to follow her out. He hadn't seen her yet today and was wondering what she was up to. Existing the Big House, he saw her striking up a conversation with Clarissa and decided to let them be. Walking back inside, he made his way through the crowd of people. "What'll happen now?" he asked aloud, not really speaking to anyone in particular.
Mood: Annoyed/Worried|Location: Roaming/Infirmary|With: Clarissa @Allcure /Everyone else
Rei had been out training for once when a horn sounded. It took her a moment for the sound to register what it meant and once that sunk in, she quickly ditched training to go see what was going on. Anything was worth it if it mean less training time with random people. Not that she liked training much even if she knew people.
Finding herself in the infirmary with a bleeding Elijah, she shifted to the side of the room as more people rushed in, checking to see if the boy was alright. A lot started to happen as brothers and sisters and healers came in to see if he was okay. When Serena came in, snapping at Derek about uncaring Zeus children, Rei was about to snap and say that not all Zeus kids were uncaring but that'd probably get some looks so she shut up.
It suddenly got much to crowded for her comfort and she slipped out, silently wishing the campmate a quick recovery. Stepping out into the cloudy afternoon swiftly, Rei nearly tripped over a girl sitting outside of the Big House. "Watch it." she grumbled, stepping around the girl and jumping down the steps. Tilting her head a bit curious, she looked down at the sitting girl who's name she was very much blanking on. "Why're you out here? Aren't you going in?" she asked raining an eyebrow.
Meanwhile, Tav was in his corner of a huge workshop, tinkering with things as usual when the horn sounded throughout the camp. Picking his head up, his curious gaze wandered to his window where he saw several campers rushing over to the infirmary. Setting his tools down curiously, he made his way to the door way curiously, some of his siblings also peering out curiously. Dusting his hands off on his pants, Tav made his way outside and headed over towards the infirmary to see what was going on. Once there, he found more people than he expected, all around Elijah who looked like he was bleeding to death although he looked less deathly now that someone was patching him up. Sticking to the sides of the room, he just watched and listened intently, picking up what had happened quickly.
He was surprised to find his sister already there, also to the sides with her usual scowl across her features. She however, disappeared briskly, probably not enjoying all the people filling the room. He just smiled and turned to follow her out. He hadn't seen her yet today and was wondering what she was up to. Existing the Big House, he saw her striking up a conversation with Clarissa and decided to let them be. Walking back inside, he made his way through the crowd of people. "What'll happen now?" he asked aloud, not really speaking to anyone in particular.
SynKast
SynKast
Alexandria Moore
Location: Transit to Oracle of Delphi | With: Vincent Jeon | Mentions: @Excelsis
Upon having left the others she could feel her anxiety start to swell up inside her and just as she nearly broke down into a ball of tears she heard someone approach her from behind forcing her to keep her posture, "I don't think it's Hecate who is doing this.... She has no reason too... Though, if Nyx has brain-washed my mother or somehow hypnotized her with some sort of illusion even she can see past... I- I just can't see any reason mom would steal The Golden Fleece..." turning around she was surprised to see Vincent, "What do you think?" her question was pretty solid as they made their way up the steep hill's stairs before reaching the door to The Big House.
Once they were inside Alex was completely shocked. Never having been here she dropped her jaw I awe at the heads of so many monsters. Minotaur horns, badges, and everything you'd expect in a centaur camp instructors house and much, much, more... though, the answers they sought wasn't going to be found in some soup-box. They needed to get upstairs, NOW!
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Excelsis
#NeverForget Jajangmyeon lips
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Kingly
King of kings
Alexander James Fuller
Location: Infarmary | Interactions: @Angel Evans @Starchan @Nico @Quiet Is Violent | Mentions: @Clementine @Runakei @Federoff
Alexander rubbed his temple, more and more people came into the infarmary all asserting themself at the front position to help the boy. Alex was trying his hardest to remain calm, but he felt the anger boiling inside of him. The only people who should have rightfully been there were the children of Hecate even though he had a distrust for them, and Ember. He felt his teeth bite down softly on his lip as he studied her. By the gods she was beautiful, everything about her was perfect. He felt a longing for her, a desire to want to flirt with her if all of this mess wasn't going on. The way she made him feel, sometimes made him think she was a daughter of aphrodite rather then hades. But the personality he had grown to love told him otherwise.
Speaking of Aphrodite, Alex felt his grip on his trident tighten as the son of the bitch stepped in. Nothing got on his nerves more then a stuck up aphrodite child who swore they were all that. His dreamy gaze shifted from Ember and burned into Ai. "Don't use that charm tongue bullshit on him, pretty boy." He spat out to him. Usually Alex was all about keeping the peace between the demi-gods, but something about this guy irked him. Maybe the fact that his pressence made it so hard to be irked by him.
Alex snorted, shaking his head. "You think I'm going to trust a bunch of make-up artists to defend our borders? What are you going to do, throw hearts at the monsters." Perhaps he was laying it down a little thick but he was seething now. And it was worse Vyseria wasn't here to calm him down. "I'm going, I had enough of this room anyway." He said lowly, clearly different from his usual mood. Things were just hammering over his head at this point. He stepped over to Eli on the bed nodding to him. "You'll be alright Eli, you're a tough kid." He then gave a curt nod to Ember before turning to Ilabelle. "We are leaving that's whats happening. Or at least I am." He said to his little friend before finally leaving the infarmary.
Federoff
The legend of Groose
Zeke
The others were dispersing by the numbers, arguing among each other...Good, this would give him his own time to do his work, and with that Zeke lifted his head from his notebook and began to make his way over to the, now conscious, Elijah. He placed his notebook face down on the table and knelled before Elijah, not saying a word he immediately began to work his own magic; the magic of science. True, magic was powerful, and can come in handy, but it can't tell you if someone has a cracked rib, it can tell you if you need to replace an organ, it can't help combat diseases and viruses that are hereditary. Science though, can.
His first order of business was to examine where the wound had been and so placed two of his cold metallic, yet soft, fingers onto the wound spot and began applying pressure to different regions, checking for punctured organs and damaged bones. After a few unspoken minutes, he pulled out a syringe any injected it into the wounded area, drawing some blood and placing it into a vial. Zeke closed the vial, and shook it for a minute before holding it up to the light source. "Hemoglobin levels normal" the man muttered to himself before placing the vial down and whipping the syringe clean. Lastly, he used the now sterilized syringe and drew some of his medicine from one of the glass balls around his waist, injecting it into his shoulder. Within a few minutes, all forms of pain would dissipate from his body and clear up his mind for actual thought. "You are clear Elijah Emerson, recommendation is no form of physical strain for 48 hours and no fighting or practicing for 72." Zeke finally spoke to Elijah as he stood up, nodding slightly before taking his notebook back and securing it inside the pouch with the child's blood. Perfect, perhaps this might come in handy after the affect is studied Zeke thought to himself before walking away from Elijah; already lost in his own thoughts.
The others were dispersing by the numbers, arguing among each other...Good, this would give him his own time to do his work, and with that Zeke lifted his head from his notebook and began to make his way over to the, now conscious, Elijah. He placed his notebook face down on the table and knelled before Elijah, not saying a word he immediately began to work his own magic; the magic of science. True, magic was powerful, and can come in handy, but it can't tell you if someone has a cracked rib, it can tell you if you need to replace an organ, it can't help combat diseases and viruses that are hereditary. Science though, can.
His first order of business was to examine where the wound had been and so placed two of his cold metallic, yet soft, fingers onto the wound spot and began applying pressure to different regions, checking for punctured organs and damaged bones. After a few unspoken minutes, he pulled out a syringe any injected it into the wounded area, drawing some blood and placing it into a vial. Zeke closed the vial, and shook it for a minute before holding it up to the light source. "Hemoglobin levels normal" the man muttered to himself before placing the vial down and whipping the syringe clean. Lastly, he used the now sterilized syringe and drew some of his medicine from one of the glass balls around his waist, injecting it into his shoulder. Within a few minutes, all forms of pain would dissipate from his body and clear up his mind for actual thought. "You are clear Elijah Emerson, recommendation is no form of physical strain for 48 hours and no fighting or practicing for 72." Zeke finally spoke to Elijah as he stood up, nodding slightly before taking his notebook back and securing it inside the pouch with the child's blood. Perfect, perhaps this might come in handy after the affect is studied Zeke thought to himself before walking away from Elijah; already lost in his own thoughts.
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