Camp Half-Blood {RP Thread}(Semi-Advanced)

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    Too-bright-sunlight streamed in through the semi-dirty panes of the Big House office. On a plush leather couch in the center of the room, Mr. D sat dejectedly staring at the water glass in his hand. On the side table was propped a bottle of wine. It seemed he had made yet another failed attempt at pouring himself the alcohol he crave. He sighed. Too bad. Still though, it was a cheerful morning shining down on Camp Half-Blood. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and the camp was once again full with griping, annoying teenagers. Ah, yes. True bliss indeed.
    Mr. D propped his feet up on the coffee tale in front of him and sighed again. It was only day three of the camp being back in session, and he was already exhausted. Between the usual monster attacks at the borders, new campers coming in, and the satyrs complaining about some man-eating beast in the woods, he'd been having a full-time job lately. And despite his job description stating camp director was a full-time job, he really preferred that it wasn't. But at last it seemed, that the camp was smoothing out into its usual routine and settling back to normal, which meant that his involvement would be required little. He smiled to himself and sipped his water. Yep, back to a life of doing basically nothing all day. Paradise.
    A sudden boom shook the Big House and Mr. D bolted upright as a small envelope seared (no, literally, the table burst into flames and then it was there!) itself into existence. He frowned and leaned forward to pick it up. A letter like this.... It could only mean one thing....

    {Xena}
    {Daughter of Hecate}
    ~
    {Regardless of whatever had just occurred in the Big House, the rest of camp was unaware of it. Xena Drake, daughter of Hecate and head of her cabin, had just awoken to find that it was early morning and that soon, the camp would begin to stir. She rose from her bunk without a sound, taking extra special care not to alert her bunk-mates/half-siblings of her stirring. She dressed quickly, methodically, and efficiently. The same simple tasks she had completed hundreds of times before. Jeans, t-shirt, soft jacket... socks, combat boots, laces. This was her morning ritual, the same thing she completed every single morning regardless of rain or shine, peaceful afternoons or apocalypses at sunset.
    Xena quickly brushed out her unnaturally pink (but actually natural) hair and tied it back in a long ponytail, determined to keep it from her face for most all of the day. Then, dressed and ready, she opened the door to her cabin, cringing at the same soft creaking noise it always made, and quietly slid outside. She blinked in the bright sunlight for a few moments, and was grateful for the filtered shade of the forest around her. As anticipated, the camp was already stirring. Many other people were already moving about the area, clustered in groups of friends as they laughed and headed towards the mess hall for breakfast. A group of Ares kids jogged by as she stood there, taking things in. Silently, she stepped off the little porch of Hecate cabin and began her own, silent trek to the mess hall, ghosting through the area like a specter, hands deep in her jacket pockets.}


    {Will}
    {Son of Aphrodite}
    ~
    {Meanwhile, on the other side of camp, Will was still snoring away peacefully in his bunk. Until he rolled over and hit the floor that is. "What?!" he exclaimed, startled awake as he looked around, wide-eyed and confused. The lost expression in his blue eyes quickly faded as he registered where he was though. "Oh," he said airily, laughing a little as he ran his hand through his hair. When he'd first got it cut, the undercut had felt and looked weird to him. But with the white (his natural hair color) having grown out long enough to brush over his eyes, he felt that it really complimented the shaved and dyed black section beneath it. And, he'd gotten used to running his fingers through it.
    Glancing around, he realized that most of the rest of Aphrodite cabin had already vacated the premises. Typical. After all breakfast was a social opportunity! Will stretched his arms up above his head, working the stiffness out of his muscles and the kinks out of his spine before he rose to his feet. He tossed his pillow and blanket back onto his bunk unceremoniously and got himself dressed in a random assortment of clothes he found piled in his trunk. White t-shirt with a band of some kind, skinny jeans, a wallet chain. As he laced up his boots, he headed for the door, grabbing the only unique and consistent item of clothing he owned: his black trench coat. Pulling it on despite the summer heat left him smiling.
    As he stepped out of his cabin, he absently reached up and touched the ring piercing his left eyebrow. One of his sisters had told him a story about having a nose ring ripped out while asleep, so now part of his morning ritual was to confirm that it was still there.}


    {Eileen}
    {Daughter of Dionysus}
    ~
    {Unlike many other campers who were already out and about, Eileen Belserion was still zonked out in bed, snoring away softly as the world passed on by. Her blonde hair was tangled with some sort of vine crown, and rather than pajamas, she had fallen asleep wearing a tank top, some shorts, and some sandals. Her face was buried in her pillow, insuring it would leave marks across her cheek later, and it seemed she must have been tired when she turned in the night before. She hadn't even bothered to crawl under the blankets, instead she was sprawled on top of the,
    Yet no one could argue that she didn't look comfortable, what with her limbs thrown this way and that.}


    {Aria}
    {Daughter of Aphrodite}
    ~
    {Always the early riser, Aria was already at breakfast, seated at the Aphrodite table. She was laughing and talking along with her siblings as she sipped on what appeared to be a glass of orange juice. Once she had finished, however, she arose, the ever graceful beauty, and began moving about the other tables, greeting and saying good morning to the other cabins with a smile. Once or twice, she happened upon a new camper and would greet them kindly and introduce herself to them.}


    {Lucas}
    {Son of Athena}
    ~
    {Lucas was awake, but it was debatable if he had ever really gone to sleep. He had sworn to himself that he would read one more chapter of his novel, and the next thing he knew, it was already the crack of dawn. He blinked in surprise, closing the book. Lucas stood up, glancing around. Most of Athena cabin was still sleeping soundly it seemed. He looked down at himself, examining his rumpled clothes. Before leaving the cabin, he did end up deciding to put on fresh pants and a new polo before tying on his converse. But that was really all he had to do. The tiny bun-pony-tail-thing he kept his blonde hair in had held up from yesterday, and since he'd never slept, he'd never taken his glasses off.
    Shrugging, he stepped outside his cabin, inhaling deeply, then exhaling. Another beautiful day it going to be, he decided. He turned, marching off towards the mess hall in search of toast.}


    {Seraphina}
    {Daughter of Zeus}
    ~
    {Ser had awoke already as well, and was sitting alone at the Zeus table in the mess hall, contentedly munching on a green apple. Her fiery hair was done up in a bun today, and she spent her time at the table people-watching. She would smile, and give a little half-wave at campers around apple bites as she sighed in contentment.}


    {Nathan}
    {Son of Ares}
    ~
    {As a member of the Ares cabin, Nathan was awake at the crack of dawn in order to go out for his morning jog. Beside him, his twin sister kept up with his pace, their movements completely in sync as they jogged along down the beach, then up the hill, back towards their cabin, a shower, and some breakfast.}

    {Mavis}
    {Daughter of Ares}
    ~
    {Like her brother, Mavis was silent, but content as she focused on the rhythm of her breathing and heartbeat and steps syncing up together in a perfect harmony of physical exertion first thing in the morning.}

    {Jared}
    {Son of Hypnos}
    ~
    {Obviously, Jared was still passed out. He's a son of Hypnos. Did you expect something different?}


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    The cab pulled to a slow stop, the brakes making a slight screeching noise. The cab driver looked around in confusion. There was nothing around them for miles and miles but... trees. He craned his neck to regard the boy sitting in the back seat, an uncertain look on his face. "Is this the right place, kid?"
    Clad in all-black like a character straight out of an action-adventure movie, the boy directed a piercing emerald gaze half-hidden behind raven-colored bangs at the cabbie. He reached into his pocket and the driver tensed. This was like something straight out of a horror movie. For all he knew, his death was imminent. But the boy pulled out a twenty, and held it out in offering. The driver hesitantly took it, his attention caught by the rings banding the boys' fingers. Family rings, class rings, wedding rings; the driver had know idea why you would ever want to wear so many rings. But clearly this boy did, and the driver had to wonder if the metal sparking off his hands in the dirty sunlight were indeed all his.
    "This is the place," the boy replied calmly as the man took the twenty. He popped the passenger side door open and climbed out of the car, straightening his beloved leather jacket and dusting himself off. Xander Raziel inhaled deeply, glad to be out of the reeking, filthy contraption at last. He didn't bother to turn around as he heard the screech of wheels peeling out and heading off into the distance. "This is the place," he repeated to himself, glancing around to examine the forest.
    If his information was correct, Half-Blood Hill, the entrance of the summer camp of the same name, was less than a mile up the road. He turned and started walking, his scuffed combat boots kicking across gravel.



    Cordelia had been awake for some time herself, haven gotten up early to take a morning swim in Long Island Sound. Now, she hauled herself up over the railing of her cabin, straight out of the water and home sweet home already. She carefully wrung her hair dry, then changed into her orange camp t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She smiled to herself and inhaled the smell of salt air deeply as she went to exit her cabin.
    By now, other campers would be awake, so she would fortunately have someone to talk to while she was at breakfast, rather than eating alone in the pre-morning silence.

    Angel was not too happy when they woke up, having ended up on the floor of the Hades cabin. Their blanket was hanging off the bed, and the pillow some how a good few feet away from them. They were a restless sleeper like they'd been told before. Sitting up they instantly curled up with their knees pulled up against their chest and head bowed to protect their sensitive eyes when the nearby window let the early light glare right into their face.
    Turning around and standing up, they went to the trunk at the end of their bed. The demigod crouched down with a hand up to their face, blocking the bright sun. Unlatching and trying to semi-quietly open up their trunk they fumbled with some sunglasses before successfully putting them on their face.
    They pulled on an old off white tank-top, with a little black crown design in the middle of it, over the skin-colored sports bra they had slept in, and changed pants into some baggy, boot-cut jeans.
    They put on a sheath around their waist and slid out their sword already there. Swishing it around a bit, careful to avoid chopping up the bed-posts, they warmed up. They could sloppily swing it around with one hand but had more control of the long blade with two hands. After sheathing the sword again, they pulled out their little magical puzzle. And after fiddling with that for a bit, they slipped it into a pants pocket and lastly pulled out their cloak from under a few clothes, an enchanted sketchbook, so nobody would check without permission from them, and a small bag full of mechanical pencils. Tying the cloak around their waist with a thin, yet strong, gold string like a jacket, they were ready to go. They ran their hand through their short dark hair and pulled the two-way door open
    Despite the glasses they still squinted at the light, which seemed unnaturally harsh to them, and had to shield their eyes from it. With a sigh they suddenly noticed the screeching of tires a way over the hill, though certainly much farther. While most campers headed towards the pavilion for breakfast they sprinted up the hill. Standing near the tree which signified the Camp they looked out along the road.

    Holliday - Son of Nike

    Andrew was awake already, sitting out on the porch of the cabin in which he had all to himself. Really, he should have been appreciating it while he could, but instead he was up and ready for the day. He watched carefully around camp, noting those who woke now and were just taking steps outside. Twisting the three bracelets around his wrist, he stood with a smile and made his way toward the pavilion. "Good morning!" he said quite loudly to anyone willing to respond, grabbing a plate of pancakes and sitting at whichever table was available. Andy liked to think he was friends with everyone and so he sat with anyone unless he either didn't like them or... there was no or. He was there to stay until he got bored.

    Tchaikovsky - Daughter of Iris

    On the other hand, bright and early wasn't Anastasiya's forte. She liked to sleep in, as was normal with any growing teenager. She kept the curtains drawn and the lights out until she felt like it. Which usually it was never long before the camp got busy and just loud enough to keep her from going back to sleep. So the young girl was making a slow start at the morning, not yet wanting to face the world, but knowing there was no hope getting any more sleep. Especially with new campers still arriving and settling in. Anna grabbed her pocket knife, absentmindedly flipping it open and closed while she stood there for several moments, running her free hand through her hair and deciding there was no need for a brush. After clipping her chain to her jeans, she shoved her knife away into her pocket and made the daring walk out the front door.

    River Magnus- Daughter of Ares and Aphrodite
    It had been a long night and as the sun began to rise in the east as the moon lowered in the west River knew that her trials were far from over. With a piece of her ripped shirt tied around her thigh the young woman stumbled through the trees and tall grass on the side of the road. Her redish colored eyes were wide and alert as sweat dripped down her neck from the growing heat of the morning and the more than likely infection her body was fighting off. In her hand she gripped a bronze dagger covered in strange symbols; she held it as though her life depended on it, which it very well might. With every step she took her head grew lighter and lighter but she knew she had to keep pushing. Something inside her kept telling her to keep moving that she would be able to rest soon but not yet, and so she kept pushing her way through the brush, completely unaware that just a mile away there was a hidden haven.




    Fay- Nymph/ Daughter of Pan
    As the early morning rays touched the earth Fay seemed to feel the warmth and delight that the plants experienced. Leaf green and brown eyes opened as the young nymph demi-god sat up from her bed of vines in her corner of the 'Other Cabin'. Every corner of the cabin seemed to be decorated differently. On Orion's side the walls, bed and trunk were coated in sheets of frost and littered with books. On Nikota's side the cabin was blank all except for the girls sketches that Fay never understood and was honestly rather terrified of from the one time she had looked at them. But no matter how cold or artistically terrifying her cabin mates were Fay still loved living with them. Standing up with a big stretch Fay let out a small yawn and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. After her morning stretch the nymph turned and opened her trunk in order to select her attire for the day. Honestly the idea of having to wear cloths all the time was still foreign to her but she had learned on her first day that many of the campers did not react well to the nymph way of life that she had known in Brazil. Getting dressed Fay looked around the cabin once more to find Orion still sprawled out across his bed asleep and Nikota's bed empty as per usual. Does she ever sleep? Fay wondered as she tip toed out of the cabin with her three infant animal companions following in stride. Bending down once outside the cabin Fay held her arm out for Cedar, the orangutan, to swing up and hold on around her neck. At her feet the Oak and Ash, the two jaguars, tackled each other and raced around excitedly.



    Toben- Centaur
    Just outside the breakfast pavilion Toben found himself waiting patently for his uncle to arrive. The young centaur had shown up late the night before so as not to disrupt camp activities and now needed a tour of the place. His Uncle Chiron had promised to give him that tour but as he waited for the old horse to show up his eyes followed some lovely daughters of Aphrodite who he knew he would enjoy a tour from far more than any tour his uncle could give him.


    Nikota Claire- Daughter of Ananke
    Seated at the far end of the dining pavilion, away from other campers, a silver haired girl (her natural hair) sat stabbing a piece of potato with a fork. Most of the campers, at least those who weren't new, knew the girl to be Nikota, daughter of Ananke and a major mental case even for demi-gods. As she sat by herself Nikota constantly scanned her surrounding in order to ensure that no one was daring to approach her.



    Maxie Weller- Daughter of Hephaestus
    Having already been up for hours Maxie knew exactly what she was going to do today. With a plate of mini muffins to her left the counselor of the Hephaestus cabin was already hard at work in her cabins work shop. With steampunk like safety goggles covering her eyes the red head crouched over a small device with a mini screwdriver in one hand while the other held the object in place.



    Orion Weiss- Son of Chione
    To absolutely no ones surprise Orion was still sprawled out across his bed with his blankets kicked off the mattress since he prefers to be cold. Natural white hair stuck out in all directions as a slightly frozen line of drool trailed down the young mans face. The way Orion slept made it look like her was a cold broken corpse lying in a bed.



    Zero Michel- Son of Hades
    Not too far from the boarder of Camp Half-Blood a little seven year old boy with silver eyes and a mop of blonde hair on his head walked along the road. The scene might have been a cute one had it not been for the smoking black skeleton hobbling along beside the child with one hand resting on the boys shoulder. The seven year old clearly showed no sign of distress however as he bounced along with a tooth brush in one hand, his other hand tucked into the pocket of his over sized jacket that he wore over a set of Darth Vader pajamas with little choo-choo train slippers on his feet. All around the little boy, while cute, was in one of the oddest situation for one to be in while approaching the crest of Half-Blood Hill.

    Kiara yawns, walking along the same road she's been walking all night. She's starting to shake a bit, exhausted. Long story short, the trip from Dublin wasn't an easy one. Then again, things are rarely easy for a half blood traveling alone.


    She looks down at her hands, which are held to her chest at the moment, cradling a little ball of calico fluff. She smiles softly, taking comfort in the fact that she still has her little friend.


    When she looks up again, she gets a bit startled, seeing a very creepy looking skeleton. She proceeds to hide behind a tree, peeking out from behind it.


    Now she can see the little boy, and she tilts her head, silver hair drifting into her eyes a bit before she pushes it out of the way.

    Angel wasn't expecting many people to first come to camp via the road without a car, or through the woods, so they stiffened when they felt some presence. Multiple people were coming but they could only feel a few of them since they were either dying or hurt, minorly or majorly. But what stood out to them like a sore thumb was the feeling of some Hades magic at work. Wether it was from a child of Hades or summoned by their father himself, they didn't know.
    They didn't bother running down the hill, wary of the new people heading towards the camp. Thinking of getting some food from the pavilion they were tempted to just let them get on their own.

    The bright morning sun left a glaring streak of light reflecting off the pavement and directly into Xander’s eyes. He found himself wishing for his sunglasses, but sadly, that had been the one essential item he had forgotten in his hasty packing and retreat from L.A.. He shifted the strap of his worn, beat-up backpack more comfortably on his shoulder. Naturally, because he was too cool for Kool-Aid, he was a one strapper, leading to one shoulder always being slightly more tired than the other one. But no matter how tired he got, or how far he’d had to walk, Xander hadn’t once even considered abandoning the bag. This particular backpack and had been a great service to him for many years now, and in it was contained every worldly possession he had ever owned and cared to keep; a change of clothes (consisting of jeans, a pair of socks and a t-shirt from a 1984 Bon Jovi concert), one additional (and identical to the one he wore) leather jacket, an old cigar box filled to the brim with an assortment of rings in all types, shapes, and sizes, a small, leather-bound notebook with pages upon pages of quotes and sayings the owner had mildly enjoyed, and a faded, well-worn, well-loved copy of The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe.
    And that was all Xander had to his name. Minus, of course, his beloved, but gone, sunglasses. He raised a hand and shaded his eyes against the glare, briefly wondering how long he’d been walking. Of course, he had abandoned his cell phone at a gas station in Nevada in order to avoid drawing unnecessary monsters to him, and to insure his mother could not be tracking him via GPS. Once he got to Camp Half-Blood, he would need to make sure they all thought he was some random, starry-eyed demigod. The only downside had been his sword, but he had solved that with a basic solution: he’d left it safely in the Underworld, and would conveniently “find” it once he settled into camp and “learned who his godly parent was”. Trekking across the country unarmed save an obsidian dagger had not been fun, but it was worth it. He couldn’t very well expect them to believe he had no idea about gods and monsters if he was carrying stygian iron.
    As Xander’s eyes adjusted to the too-bright glare, his eyes registered a figure standing on a hill several yards ahead of him. It was much too far for him to make out anything about the silhouetted person, but he felt he had probable cause to assume they were a demigod, and that was Half-Blood Hill. Summoning up the story he’d fabricated on the way over, he was about to make a beeline for it when he heard something in the woods beside him. Naturally, he assumed it was a monster. Which would be really good for his case if he got chased up to Half-Blood Hill in a “terrified stupor”. Still too far to see whether or not the figure could see him, he turned to head into the woods, but paused suddenly. He sensed the dark energy he’d been accustomed to when using his powers. The powers of Hades. Was his father around somewhere? To see him, perhaps?
    Thinking he might think on it momentarily, or perhaps that a monster from Hades realm was the source of the power, he continued his trek into the woods, walking blindly through tree branches and bushes. He tripped on a root, swore, caught his balance, and then registered what-looked to be a limping girl several feet in front of him. He could tell she was injured.
    Xander hurried his pace along (she was moving so fast!) in order to catch up with her. If she was an injured demigod going to Half-Blood Hill… well that was even better than a monster! “Hey, let me help you!” He called as he approached her, the first thing that came to his mind. He held his hands up, to show he was unarmed, trying not to startled her. “Have you been attacked too? By the creatures?” he asked her, speaking hastily. “There’s supposed to be a place just up ahead that can help us. Are your wounds severe?” he asked, resisting the urge to cringe. Offering his help to this random girl in the woods felt really weird to him. But she did look like she was about to drop, and maybe helping her wouldn’t be such a bad thing. After all, it would be beneficial for him too. Get some good karma in the bank and whatnot.


    Cordelia nibbled some more on her food, then waved, smiling as she saw more of her friends and fellow campers enter the pavilion. She pushed a brown strand of her from her face, and gave another wave to Aria as the other girl got up to walk around. She also spotted Andrew too, and flashed him a good morning smile.

    River Magnus- Daughter of Ares & Aphrodite
    Upon hearing the snapping of twigs behind her, River whirled around with surprising speed and held her dagger up and at the ready. Despite her leg injury and how light headed she felt the raven haired young woman looked fiery and ferocious, completely ready to defend herself as her red eyes locked onto the figure of the boy standing behind her with a bag hanging off of one shoulder. "Who the hell are you?" She growled clearly not trusting that he wasn't unarmed despite seeing his hands were empty. She had learned years ago not to trust someone simply because they weren't holding a weapon, for all she knew he could very well be hiding some claws or a forked tongue dripping with venom. And even if he wasn't a monster that still didn't mean she should trust him. The only genuinely good person she had ever known died three years ago in a car crash. As she listened to him ask about her injuries and talk about some place near by where they could get help she felt her delicate brow furrow slightly. "I don't know who you are or if you are even human." She pointed out with her knife still ready to strike. "Give me a good reason why I should trust you rather than gut you like a fish?" She growled clearly not a fan of letting her guard down.



    Fay- Nymph/ Daughter of Pan
    "Good morning Cordelia!" Fay greeted in a cheerful Brazilian accent as she entered the dining pavilion. Like always the young nymph was barefoot and managed to keep her strides graceful despite the two baby jaguars weaving between her feet and the orangutan hanging on her back. "How has your morning been?" She asked as she paused beside the Poseidon table to chat.

    Angel had seen the boy, Xander, and then saw him run off. They noticed he was headed towards the woods, where they noticed a strong sense of death or dying... ness. They unsheathed their sword and ran down the hill towards where they saw the kid and skidded to a stop on the gravel road. Planting their sword in the ground they quickly untied and tied their cloak now around their neck, praying they didn't look too ridiculous. They plucked their sword from the ground and dashed into the woods.
    They quickly found the boy, and the wounded girl. "All I wanted was a normal day..." they muttered, lowering their sword with a deep sigh. Angel noticed the different yet familiar auras. The aura of nearing death could be found on the girl but they recognized the aura of being a child of Hades on the boy.
    They sheathed their sword but kept a hand on the hilt, since the harmed demigod seemed wary and willing to kill them.

    Xander stopped abruptly, teetering backwards to keep himself out of arms reach in the event that she decided to get crazy and start swinging the knife. "Well," he said logically in a honey-smooth voice, "if I was a monster worth even a grain of salt, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. I'd be trying to kill you."
    He hastily pushed his bangs out of his eyes. "Look, I'm just trying to help you here, alright. I've been hunted by monsters too. I know how scary it can be." A lie. In his upbringing, he had never been much fearful of the beasts that plagued other demigods. "Apparently there's some kind of place for people like us. Whatever we are, anyway. I just want to help. You're injured, obviously," his eyes drifted down to the shirt binding her thigh. "We don't have time to linger here. There could be a monster right behind us. Do you want to lean on me and let me help you are not?" Xander looked imploringly at her with a pleading and desperate expression, so keen it seemed he wanted to assist her. Her glanced are quickly, as if just checking for enemies. In the back of his mind, he tapped his foot impatiently and rolled his eyes, though visibly, he looked quite concerned.
    However, at the appearance of a new addition to the little encounter, Xander's mask almost slipped as he practically recoiled from a magic signature so close to his. His green eyes narrowed and he resounded accordingly. Lunging forward, he took up a stance next to the girl threatening to kill him. Perhaps this world help convince her. "Who the hell are you?" he growled out at the scrawny individual before him. Of course, he had already identified that they were indeed most likely a child of Hades too. But he wanted nothing to do with a sibling, age he stood tended beside the injured girl, praying she wouldn't cut him to ribbons.


    Cordelia perked up at the sight of Fay. "Hi Fay!" she exclaimed happily, grinning at her and her small menagerie. "How are you this morning? Sleeping alright? Adjusting okay?" she chattered with co vented friendliness. She rather liked the Brazilian girl from what she had seen of her so far, and was happy to welcome and chat with her.

    Kiara bites her lip, looking at the top of the hill to see the lone pine tree at the top. Then she looks back to the boy and the skeleton, trying to measure her odds of survival.


    She can't figure out how fast that thing is, or if its hostile. She's seen weirder things than using a little boy as bait.


    If I make a sprint for it… maybe. But it's uphill, and still a good distance. And gods know that I can't run that well. I'll burn out too quick.


    She takes a deep breath, preparing herself, before she breaks into a sprint, already feeling the familiar burn in her lungs as she gasps for air.


    Oh, why do I do this?

    Angel narrowed their eyes at the boy, but shifted deeper into the shade since the wind shifted the branches and sun glared into their eyes. Taking in a deep breath, they said "I'm Angel, and how about we get out of the forest before we start arguing. I'd rather eat breakfast before getting shredded by a monster." They brought out their little magic puzzle and fiddled with it. It was covered in small markings and swirls and was like those little picture puzzles, where you slide around the little panels to get a picture. They slid the panels around. "Now come on, you're not too far away from camp." They flitted their gaze around looking out for something, such as a monster. The full-time camper knew how dangerous it was in any forest really, including the one inside the camp. They hoped the two demigods would trust them, but knew they probably wouldn't. If they had gotten away from the empousa but not by the camp, they wouldn't have trusted anyone, and something told them these two had dealt with a lot of monsters. Wether they were unharmed in those instances or not.

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    Leif always woke up early. The weather was always carefully controlled inside Camp Halfblood, so he never had to worry about being cold on top of the Demeter cabin to watch the sun rise.
    Today he had stayed seated atop the cabin, watching as the camp continued to wake up. He knew there were campers already awake and bustling about that he couldn't see, but Leif was an early riser himself.


    Finally sliding down as more demigods make their way toward the dining pavilion, he stops to detach a small, white flower from the ground and tuck it into the breastpocket of his gray flannel button-up. He had left it open to show off the orange Camp Halfblood t-shirt he wore underneath, always finding himself cold despite the controlled climate inside the camp.


    Watching curiously as one of the children of Hades dashes off, he wonders faintly where they were headed in such a rush before growing distracted by the smell of food coming from the dining pavilion.
    Entering, Leif scrapes off his food for the sacrifice before seating himself at the table, picking through his food to eat slowly.


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    OOC: I was sort of hoping to keep River from being too involved right now which is why I had her a mile away. Could Angel maybe interact with Zero or Kiara for right now rather that River because I have a big entrance planned for River. Please?

    OOC: oh ok, though I'm gonna wait for scale to reply or something cause I'm not sure where to plant my character now at the moment then

    OOC: Thank you Libby for understanding! I do want to rp with you it's just River has a big entrance that Rosie and I agreed upon because it's something we always do. I'm really sorry about this. If you want you could interact with Zero or one of my other characters who is already at the camp? I really am not trying to exclude you I promise!

    River Magnus- Daughter of Ares & Aphrodite
    River listened to the boys words and took a moment to consider them in her slightly clouded head. Her perfectly sculpted jaw line tightened slightly as she gritted her teeth in thought and slightly in pain. Red eyes looked over the boy once again to make sure he wasn't a threat at the moment before she nodded her head. "Fine." She breathed and dropped her knife back down to hang in her hand beside her leg. "But if you so much as sneeze the wrong way..." She trailed off knowing that he would understand exactly what would happen if she felt even the slightest bit threatened by him. Taking a breath River rested her weight against a tree for a moment as she hung her head slightly. "What is this safe place?" She uttered in question after a few seconds of silence.



    Zero Michel- Son of Hades
    At the sound of someone wheezing and boots hitting asphalt Zero turned his head to look around in curiosity. When the seven year old spotted a teenager with silver hair racing away he couldn't help but wonder what she was running from. "Chez? Why is that girl running?" He asked the smoking black skeleton with wide silver eyes filled with wonder. "Should we run too?" He added looking around fearing a monster might jump out at them. The skeleton simply shrugged his bony shoulders and shook his head as he patted the boys shoulder. "Daddy said that you'd keep me safe. Maybe we could keep her safe too?" Zero asked the skeleton and before the creature had a chance to nod or shake its head Zero was already shuffling a few feet ahead. "Hello!?" He called out to the girl with silver hair. "I can protect you! I has my toothbrush!" The seven year old called out to her with his naturally young, innocent, childish voice.



    Fay- Nymph/ Daughter of Pan
    "Estou fazendo incrível, obrigado!" Fay replied with a wide smile before realizing that she had slipped into her native tongue rather than English. "Oh sorry, I meant to say that I'm doing amazing, thank you!" She corrected with a tint of pink rising in her cheeks. "I slept very well last night, my bed has grown in nicely." She added before motioning to her appearance. "And look! I wore cloths today!" She smiled as she pointed at her orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt.

    Pierce smiled softly as he made his way over to the mess hall. Today was his day off of sorts. Once every few weeks he took a day off from training. Of course the time and effort he put into training varied on the day and how sore he was. And since camp has started up again mere days ago he was doing himself a favor with a break so early in. He would never openly admit it but he would be a pretty weak demigod without all his training. He had to grown to love who he was and the abilities he possessed but they did tend to pale in comparison to others. Normally his internal clock woke him up early but without a literal alarm or anything and pushing himself extra hard yesterday for this break he had slept in for once. He eventually reached the hall not stopping for a moment already knowing where his table was.
    It was a weird feeling, the 'intuition' he had. As he passed people by he could sense their balance. It was never over specific actions or anything, he just knew. He knew if they were good or bad, if they had wronged people in the past. And if those people deserved to be avenged. He also over time knew that this was a very direct yet reliable sense. It took situations in the most direct sense possible, this was mostly a good thing. Although because of this fact he was more hesitant to act then some of his brothers and sisters. At the same time though he had learnt this gift affected each of Nemesis's children differently. He got lucky in a sense, some got a more emotional response, wild and uncontrollable. Some got a strange mix which could work out for better or for worse. And some were more like himself, logical and direct.
    Pierce sighed as he finally sat down next to his brothers and sisters. He knew they were a somewhat scarce cabin and was yet to see new faces. Although as he looked around the hall he knew he would be having some new encounters in the days ahead. It would be fun undoubtedly. This was his home when you got down to it. He had been thinking about leaving lately, it would definitely not be anytime soon. He still had so much more to master and learn at only nineteen. But he couldn't help but think that this wasn't all there was. There just had to be more to a demigods life. Yet he threw these thoughts away as he got ready to eat. Breakfast was his least favorite meal of the day, but it was still a meal and a great one at that.