Fandom 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙪𝙢. - 𝘪𝘤

[incandescent]

isobel duval

daughter of hypnos

fever dream mxmtoon

I took the train, I took the car
I didn't know just where I'd fall
Or where it'd take me
Another step, another stair
I'll never know if I'll get there
But just maybe

mood worried
location in a tree
outfit blue shirt, washed out denim shorts, black converse, braided hair

izzie wasn’t exactly keeping count of the seconds, but it felt like a few minutes- maybe ten, fifteen- had passed since the game first started. surprisingly, not a lot was happening, at least where she was. sure, capture the flag was an unnecessary pain but if she was gonna have to sit here and guard then she wasn’t going to waste time sucking at her job. so she waited, and waited, and waited, but nothing interesting really happened, except for the few times that some hermes kids tried to dash to their flag (of course, she was quick to use her handy sleepy powers and let the two flag defenders easily handle the rest).

she couldn’t really tell what aurum and marissa were thinking down there, but if she could guess, marissa was probably anxious to use her traps. she remembered confusedly watching the daughter of hephaestus give a ‘quick’ outline of her battle plan. izzie couldn’t understand a word of it, except for when her ears perked up to the words ‘explode’ and ‘landmine.’ she kind of tuned out the rest, except for when people gave her directions- not that she didn’t care about marissa’s traps, because she was clearly and deservingly proud of what she’d done, but iz was way too anxious about the game to try and understand all marissa’s techy-talk.

izzie tilted her head at the sight ahead of her. even as high up in trees as she was, isobel couldn’t see too far past where she already was- but she could clearly see what looked like the bright orange glow of fire. a pretty big stream of it was hastily making its way closer and closer to her from the red team’s side, but it was still pretty far, so she wasn’t really worried. so that’s where all the action is, izzie thought, letting out a little huff.

in a moment of boredom, isobel’s eyes drifted from the fire ahead of her to the first thing that caught her gaze- a small clearing in the woods probably football field to the right of her, and in the middle of it, two older demigods clearly not having a friendly conversation. her brows shot up at the sight of them. she couldn’t quite make out their faces, but she could tell that one of them was that zeus kid, from the stark shine of his platinum head of hair (and the little thunder cloud floating above it). the other kid she wasn’t sure about for a second, but she remembered seeing him- or someone that looked like him- talk to marissa just before the game had started. she also remembered dex whispering something to her during a sleepover about them being siblings? or was it something else?

well, her thoughts were definitely confirmed, when a glimmer of fire popped up in the corner of her eye.
isobel squinted, glancing from the flames, to marissa, and then, snapping out of her thoughts, back to the forest ahead of her. she definitely needed to break her habit of getting distracted during games. only, her efforts were broken just a few seconds later when an unusual eeriness settled into the pit of her chest. izzie looked up at the sky, watching it shift from the familiar orange hue of the sunset to a jarring green. the unsettling feeling resting in her wasn’t eased in the slightest by the sudden feeling of the thrashing wind to her right, and it didn’t help to hear the boom of lighting in the distance. izzie glanced back to her right, taken aback to see what looked like… a fire tornado? “what the f-”

before she could even try to get that last word out, isobel watched, exasperated as her eyes trailed the vortex shrinking back into the sky. as if it had never been there in the first place- except that the clouds were still dark, and the sky hadn’t wavered in its eerie green tinge. izzie felt her breath pause, just at the same time as she’d felt the forest grounds fall to silence, probably from everyone anxiously waiting for something to happen. and it did.

izzie gasped, tightening her grip on a branch just above her head as she felt a rumble beneath her. it was small, at first, but still enough to make her lose her balance. then it grew, from a small quiver from a violent thrash, before she could even make out what was going on. izzie’s blood ran cold- nothing about this gave her a good feeling. a few seconds later, the shaking had calmed, and izzie was able to hold on and thankfully not fall out of her tree, but her ears were met with piercing screams- especially near the clearing she’d been looking at just a minute ago.

the girl’s eyes shot back to where the tornado had been, and to her shock, her gaze was met with the terrifying sight of what looked like hundreds of pit scorpions crawl out of a huge hole in the dirt, which seemed to be growing by the second. of course. isobel held back a scream, fighting the nauseating feeling in her chest to go trail her way down a few branches below.

she stopped low enough for marissa and aurum to see her head peek through the leaves, and let out an alarmed: “hey!” izzie waved her arms out to them, hoping that they could see the worried look on her face. “pit scorpions! like, a lot of them!”

tags izayoiix Tonkatsu

coded by incandescent

 

[Hugh Flynn]

callus rune.

heat courses through my veins.

Callus warily observed the tornado, regarding it with a sense of awe, maybe even respect. He could feel the heatwaves getting extremely out of hand, noting how the plant life near the flaming twister had started to wilt.

If this continues, it'll be an unstoppable tornado that none of us can control in our current condition. I need to stop it now while it's still young.

He steadied himself, taking his hands off the tree, willing his last two floating blades to glide into his hand. As both Flame Blades obeyed, he held out all three daggers, willing them to fuse back together into one. Sheathing his dagger, he started taking deep breaths in hopes to relieve his body of his dangerously high heat. Every so often, his sword wound would pulsate in agony, lifting a sheet of steam off his body. He focused on the flames underneath and in the twister, enforcing his will onto the entity.

Submit to me.

The thought repeated itself over and over, its domineering nature subduing the flames. Under his command, he could feel the flames slowly die and the heat vanish from the area, bringing the tornado along with it. Callus took a heaving sigh, relief flooding his psyche. Out of nowhere, the ground started shaking tremendously. Callus was caught off guard and lost his footing, stumbling backward in a not-so-graceful manner.

You're joking, an EARTHQUAKE. Has a son of Poseidon or Neptune joined the fight?

As Callus' eyes dashed around the clearing for a new opponent, his gaze locked on to his old opponent, Michael. Out of reflex, his Flame Blade launched into the air as Callus locked into a combat stance, a silent whirr from its blade mirroring Callus' intense aura. After a few seconds of still silence, he realized that Michael wasn't paying attention to him at all, his eyes were trained at a point between the two. Callus followed his gaze, locking onto a small mound of dirt.

It's a dirt pile, my man.

He faltered, realizing that it wasn't there before. He cocked his head to one side, staring at the mound as it seemed to pulse, the way your heart pounded against your chest. A few seconds later, the dirt mound burst open and collapsed in on itself, revealing a cavern underneath. Callus shuddered, uncovering the fact that he could've fallen into the pit, unable to get out since he suspected the Son of Zeus could fly. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a crackle of energy manifest itself in the air, an all too familiar feeling that only one person could conjure.

Callus snapped his stare onto Michael, who was now enveloped in a veil of bristling sparks, apparently back-pedaling from the newly formed cavern.

Why is he runn-

Then he heard it. The unmistakable click of pincers and the hiss of deadly venom dripping off a sharp stinger onto verdant grass echoed in his head. Sounds that he deeply despised nestled themselves in every nook and cranny of his ears, slowly filling him with anxiety. He froze as the abomination the sounds were coming from emerged from the edge of the cavern.

A single scorpion climbed out of the cavern, its beady eyes staring into Callus' own as if waiting for him to make the first move. Now, he hated anything that had more than four legs, with some very specific exceptions. Scorpions, pit scorpions especially, were one of his most hated creatures.

This? This is what he ran from? I know I'm the one terrified of these things but it's literally only ONE scorpion.

Callus heaved a hearty laugh and hollered after the retreating camper, "MIKEY GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, OUR FIGHT ISN'T OVER! IT'S LITERALLY JUST ONE SCOR-" For the third time this fight, the gods stepped in to prove him wrong. A second scorpion joined the first, adding two more beady eyes to the silent stare. Then a third. A fourth. A fifth. His thoughts were suddenly clouded over as what seemed like hundreds of pit scorpions emerged from the pit. At that very moment, one and only one thought that struck his very being.

OH GOD RUN YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU DOING RUN!

Callus' legs flailed into action with only one goal, to get away from the growing mass of stingers and pincers. His Flame Blade followed ahead of him, also flailing about in hopes to strike any low hanging branches. He didn't blame it though, it was only trying to make sense of the jumble of thoughts that appeared in his mind. Unfortunately, this meant that the blade missed a couple of branches, each whacking Callus in various locations as he bolted away. He knew that he was only running on adrenaline, he could feel his body barely cooperating with him as he tried his best to dodge foliage and obstacles that were in his path. He couldn't see where he was going anymore, the night sky had settled and the thick forest roof didn't allow any moon rays to light his path.

Alas, not even Elias' super luck could help him in his situation. He had done well to dodge any obstacles, but one vine was well hidden from his immediate view. His foot caught at just the right angle, immediately snapping as he force of a fully grown eighteen-year-old proved to be too much for the vine. Still, the sudden resistance flung Callus off balance, sending him on a crash course onto the rough earthen floor. He tried to cushion his fall by putting out his arms, but his fading consciousness denied any movement.

With a pained shout, Callus hit the ground hard, resulting in his senses barely functioning as the world spun around. He heard the thump of his weapon on the forest floor in his left ear, while he picked up the extremely faint gushing sounds of a river in his right.

Heh, damn. I probably would've made it to the riv-

For the last time, his thoughts were cut off as Callus inevitably blacked out.

mood: adrenaline-rushed| location: camp hb's woods | outfit: blue team gear | tags: Michael ( Heterological ) | conditions: passed out from previous injuries and onset of heatstroke, dangerously high body heat

coded by weldherwings.

 

[izayoiix]

marissa rune

daughter of hephaestus

Due to her position at the far end of the woods, Marissa knew this game was going to be fairly boring. For her, Aurum, and Izzie at least. And she was correct, it had been at least fifteen minutes and other than the sound of battles in the distance, the three hadn’t seen any action themselves. She was somewhat torn on the matter, boredom was never fun after all, but if anyone from the red team actually managed to break through to reach her, she wasn’t a hundred percent sure she’d be able to handle them.

Sure, she had her traps to give her and Aurum an edge, but part of the reason they were left as guards was due to their less offensive fighting abilities.

She sighed, reaching up to brush a random curl out of her face as she scanned the trees before her. The wave of heat she’d felt moments prior had startled her, along with the random storm, leading her to believe that yes, Michael and...Co-Callus had met and were fighting.

At the amount of fire being produced, Marissa bit her lip, beginning to worry. She barely began to go down the thought process that would no doubt lead to her panicking when the sky began to change, the air shift, and the ground to rumble. She cursed as she stumbled, throwing her hands out to her side to keep her balance, eyes wide as she almost fell onto one of her own landmines.

Before she could even right herself, Izzie’s panicked voice came from behind her. A glance over her shoulder confirmed her tone with the look on the other girl’s face, and Marissa felt something in her drop. Yeah, she was definitely about to start panicking.

Pit scorpions?!

She stared at Izzie for a moment, eyes wide as her brain raced to think about what this all meant. Bad things, clearly, but how far away were the scorpions in comparison to everyone else? Either way...either way, they’d be nearby and after the storm and fire…

She didn’t even think before she took off, weaving in and out around the multitudes of buried bombs she’d placed earlier. If Aurum or Izzie called out to her as she darted past them and deeper into the forest, she paid them no mind. She couldn’t afford to think beyond finding him. She’d only just gotten to see him after three years, after thinking he was dead after all this time, and she couldn’t just leave him now.

”Collin!”

She burst through the trees at her shout, her worry reaching new heights as she entered the clearing just in time to see her brother crash to the ground, unconscious. She darted forward, dropping to her knees so she skidded to a halt beside the older boy. ”Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods…” she rambled, eyes wide. All she could do with her hands was hover his form for a moment, unsure of what exactly she could do.

Clearly he needed help, but she was no Apollo kid, and she had no history involving anything medical other than taking offered nectar and ambrosia. A quick glance at the destroyed ground a little ways ahead of them told her she needed to get a move on. The scorpions were getting closer the longer she waited, and she didn’t like the idea of dying any time soon.

”Dad, if you’re listening, I could really use some help right now…” she mumbled, her mind racing to come up with a plan to get both her and Callus out of this clearing alive.

With a quick intake of breath, Marissa knew she’d wasted enough seconds. She jumped up from her position on her knees to the balls of her feet, hunched over so she could reach under her brother and grab him from under his arms.

She let out a huff of air as she struggled to lift his larger body at first, cursing under her breath. Mentally, she sent a quick prayer to the gods that every demigod had at least some enhanced strength. Without the help of her father’s genes, there was no way she’d be getting Callus out of this clearing.

Her progress was slow going at first, but once she got him moving, it seemed to get easier. Callus’ body was extremely warm to touch, and if it wasn’t for her regular proximity to fire, she probably wouldn’t have been able to hold on as long as she was. All she could think about was getting to the nearby river. Hopefully it would be a deterrent to the scorpions and help cool down her brother.

Of course, the thought of willingly stepping into water just about terrified her, but Marissa forced herself to not think ahead, just focus on getting away from the quickly multiplying scorpions. If she was lucky, maybe she’d find someone able to actually fend off the creatures coming after them.

With no way to keep track of time, and knowing it was better to not think about how long she was taking in dragging the unconscious form of her brother away from the clearing, Marissa almost sighed in relief when she stumbled over a tree branch as she walked backwards, stumbling and falling onto her butt. She could hear the river. She’d made it this far, they were so close!

She grunted as she got ahold of Callus’ body once more and finally pulled him into the gentle stream of the river. She clenched her teeth as she felt the water lap at her ankles, drenching her socks and shoes, but she kept going, not stopping until they were at the opposite side of the river with Callus’ body submerged, with his head leaning against her legs above water.

”Come on big guy, please...please wake up,” she begged, out of breath. ”I can’t drag you like this again, please get up…”

the woods/the river

worried/scared to death

ctf gear

incandescent Tonkatsu Hugh Flynn

coded by natasha.

 

[Heterological]

flint yorker

the smarter you get, the less you speak

Flint crouched in a nearby tree, watching the scorpions crawl out of the hole in the ground. He had left his post by the creek to investigate the fire, and then the tornado. When he had reached the scene, the chasm had opened already and scorpions had started to climb out. Since they weren't really going for him, he had decided to watch for more information and had climbed in the tree.

He watched as the hole was reduced to a mere spot in the ground, watched as various others ran from the hole. Scorpions continued to climb out of the hole at a steady rate, and he decided to do something about that. Drawing Comet, he aimed the barrel of the gun at the small hole, waiting for the next scorpion. When it came out, Flint held his breath and fired. His aim wasn't that good, but he managed to hit the side of the scorpion and kill it.

Quietly, he continued to shoot. Flint was missing frequently, mostly because his target was so far away, and he wasn't helping much, so he decided to try to get back to the creek. Finding a suitable landing spot, he leaped from the tree, rolling once he hit the ground and taking off, sprinting.

Thankfully it seemed like there weren't many scorpions in his path, and, listening for the telltale sound of water, found the creek. As he ran into view, he slowed down, catching a glimpse of two of the other campers. Callus, one of the Romans, was halfway in the creek, knocked out, and Marissa was crouched over him. Flint crossed the creek, and, reasoning that the game had probably been put on pause for the moment, said, "Anything I can do to help out?"

slightly concerned | woods | red team gear | Hugh Flynn izayoiix

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Hugh Flynn]

jirochi zhao

eat less sugar, you're sweet enough already

Jirochi sat gleefully on his earthen hill, watching as the nature that surrounded him bristled with life. In his hand, he held a large takeaway box of donut holes which were all glazed and filled with his favorite flavor, sweet. It didn't really matter what flavor it was, as long as it satisfied his sweet tooth he'll take it. No one really knows where JC gets his sweet treats. Some rumors say that he gets up really early in the morning to meet up with either a mortal, a satyr, or a nymph of some kind to make an exchange, while some say that he got the Hephaestus cabin to make him a dessert-machine. Either way, JC almost every day has some kind of sweet treat in his hand, and eventually in his stomach.

With a donut hole in his left hand and a friendship bracelet playfully tossed up and down in his right, JC had not a care in the world. He could care less about the Capture the Flag match that was going on since he didn't like CTF in the first place. He thought of the war game as a total disharmonic day where people could legally and painfully hurt people they have a grudge on. However, that doesn't mean JC is a complete waste of space on the battlefield.

Every time an enemy camper crossed the river into his territory, he'd walk over and say, "Hey man! How's CTF going? All good I expect! Oh, these? These are just donut holes. Want one?"

He'd toss one over and walk over to the invader, his friendly aura setting on their psyche. Putting an arm on their shoulder, he'd gleefully hand them another donut hole as he leads them back over to the enemy side. Once they're over, he'd chuck one last donut hole at them before returning to his little mound of dirt, satisfied with a peaceful intervention. Of course, his harmony aura would be cranked up a level higher to help his words melt into their mentality.

Mmmm, melt. Melted cheese on bread. Melted chocolate on sponge cake.

JC's stomach rumbled at the thought. Then it rumbled again. He froze, a donut hole inches from his face.

That... wasn't me.

He stood up warily, plopping the last pastry in his mouth. With a cartoonish chewing face, he trained his eyes on the canopy of leaves above, watching as the tree's green crown barely rippled from the gentle push of a breezy wind. Just as he looked away, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye as an unmistakable tremor was sent through the ground, shaking the canopy violently.

Woah. Way stronger than last time. What the hell is going on? Don't tell me Forrest got jumped again... The poor guy, I should give him a donut.

His plans for sharing pastries were put on hold as another tremor traveled through the ground, this time powerful enough to send JC sprawling onto the floor.

Okay. Either Forrest had a heart attack and sent an earthquake throughout camp, or this is an actual earthquake.

JC trained his eyes on the surrounding foliage as leaves and vines fell from their serene places on the treetops. His eyes snapped to the canopy above again, only this time focusing on the sky.

Last time I checked... skies were blue right?

The skies that used to be a lovely baby blue now tinged a grotesque alien green, the kind you'd see on moldy bread, and in some unfortunate cases, spoiled milk. JC's eyes snapped shut, forcing the disgusting color out of his mind whilst envisioning anything that seemed pleasant at the time. With his sight shut down, his other senses tightened as the horrific green shade disappeared from his vision. If it weren't for his constant meditation and familiarity with his spatial awareness, he wouldn't have noticed the killer scorpion dropping from the sky.

His body started moving before he even thought about it. Rolling sideways, he pulled off his friendship bracelets and willed it to turn into his weapon of choice, the chakram. Pulling his body closer, he turned his body into a kip-up, crouching low to the ground as he faced his opponent.

It's been a while since I've used Kit and Kat. he thought as he regarded the two circular blades he now held in his hands.

Hearing a venomous hiss, his attention snapped onto the vile creature that stood before him. A single drop of neon green venom dripped from its stinger, mimicking the same deadly hiss the monster itself made as the drop made contact with the ground. A pit scorpion. JC knew what the creature was capable of, and he knew that he would lose in a melee battle with its tough pincers and stinger. So, he did the only logical thing anyone would do.

As if his body had a mind of its own, he started backpedaling before turning to launch into a full sprint. He could hear the agitated hiss that came from the scorpion as it watched its prey escape. Just then, he felt the sudden urge to duck, which he followed obediently. From above, a stinger had stabbed itself into the area where his head had been. The scorpion had launched itself at the fleeing teen, aiming its trajectory for JC's head. JC shivered as he realized how close the stinger had come to his face when it passed overhead.

Overhead.

JC immediately flew into action, quickly converting all his forward momentum into upward momentum as he jumped onto a tree trunk. He catapulted himself off the trunk onto a parallel tree, repeating the action with the scorpion quickly tailing behind. He could feel a whoosh then a scaly thump whenever his foot left its place on the previous tree, alerting him to how close the creature was following him. A new spurt of adrenaline rushed, and maybe some of that sugar from earlier, into his bloodstream, giving him more agility and speed as he reached the tree's highest branches.

He took a quick glance back, a lucky glance at that, as the scorpion was still on the trunk.

I can lose it! Let's goooo JC!

With a feeling of victory, he formulated a way to dispose of the eight-legged creature as he jumped to the next branch. He landed on his target just as the scorpion had just reached the top of its trunk, preparing to jump again as the scorpion tried to close the distance. JC successfully maintained a lead as he scouted for low-lying branches or any way to scale his way back down. He could see the river and in it a few fellow demigods.

Thank the gods. Hopefully, you lot will be able to tell me what in the glazes is going on!

JC curved his path towards what looked like to be a trio as he spotted a perfect branch that was a few feet lower than the ones he was already on. Unfortunately, the adjustment of his path also helped his pursuer to close the distance somewhat. Now with the scorpion right on his tail, JC knew that he couldn't risk leading it to them.

Here goes nothing...

The branch was now within leaping distance and the scorpion now barely missing his feet every time they left the branch. He took the leap of faith, extending his feet forwards to plant it on the branch while simultaneously throwing a chakram into the tree bark. The curved blade dug deep into the tree trunk, providing a sturdy handgrip as JC landed on the lower branch. His feet struck wood as his hand snatched onto the stuck chakram. With the flexibility of a gymnast, JC turned around and locked his eyes onto the scorpion as it flew through the air, its path perfectly mirroring JC's own.

JC smirked, "Shouldn't have done that."

With a clean flick of the wrist, JC threw his second chakram at the mid-air scorpion. It couldn't do anything to dodge the sharp blade. JC's circle of celestial bronze sliced cleanly through the bug, a disgusting sound of heavenly metal through damned bug flesh filled the woods' canopy. Having hit its mark, the chakram dug itself into the bark of an unfortunate tree, a hushed hiss as any residual venom seeped into the tree's organic tissues.

JC relaxed, a huge grin on his face at the feat he had just accomplished, before retrieving both chakrams and sliding down to the trio. The chakrams shrunk back down into their bracelet form as he approached the three with a confident smile on his face. However, his smile was short-lived as the mood surrounding the three permeated his psyche. He recognized Marissa and Flint, the Hephaestus kid and the Athena kid, but he only knew the third kid by face, not by name or godly parentage.

The fact that I don't know him must mean that he's one of the Roman kids.

"Wh-what happened??", his thoughts finally connecting with his mouth as JC crossed the river. He frantically took in the situation, noticing the male's blue tee turned purple and the rising steam from his body. Marissa and the guy were half-submerged in the gushing currents of the stream, while Flint seemed to have just arrived.

"Oh gods oh gods is that blood?", JC asked as a small streak of red stained the river's pure waters as it flowed. He always knew that Capture the Flag never ended without casualties since he was practically in charge of the infirmary tent. He came closer to Marissa and the guy, enough to catch a few words of what she was saying.

"-ike this again, please get up..."

He reached the pair's side, pulling up the male's shirt to reveal a lengthy sword wound. With the fabric no longer stopping the blood from flowing, the previous streak of red enlargened to color almost half of the stream in dark maroon. JC's vision tunneled, forcing him to avert his eyes from the horrific wound. Taking a few steady breaths, JC rose above the rushing river. He closed his eyes once again to regain his harmony, hoping to calm himself enough to form a plan.

Then it hit him. He could barely register the scaly clicks of claw against the forest floor and the dreaded hiss of scorpions. His eyes shot open, looking into the darkness of the forest. In the dark shadows, he made out a multitude of beady eyes, each glowing with a faint but wicked green.

"Oh gods. They're coming. And fast."

mood: concerned| location: camp hb's woods | outfit: blue team gear | tags:

coded by weldherwings.

 

[cleopatraa]

syrena drakos.

daughter of hestia

Syrena hardly had time to plot her next move—nor was she thinking about it. Her eyes were trained in on the sky—watching as a thunderous tornado erupted from what seemed to be out of nowhere. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, watching it disappear almost as soon as it had appeared before the ground beneath her began to shake as if they were suddenly experiencing an earthquake.

An uneasy feeling settled upon Syrena as she glanced back towards Mari, and then Andreja. Something was wrong—something was very, very wrong and Syrena could sense it, the hairs on the back of her neck standing straight up as she scanned the area around them, her muscles tensing up in alarm. “Wait—“ Syrena said, before anyone could make their next move. “Something wrong…” she began, the sound of Dex rushing back to the other side of the woods further confirmed her suspicions.

Turning on her heel, Syrena began jogging back towards Team Blue’s side of the forest, stopping in her track once the view in front of her unfolded half way through her trek. It was like a sea of black—moving quickly and spreading out throughout the forest.

Pit Scorpions.

Syrena almost had half a mind to turn and run before she saw Dex in the distance, squaring off as her bat lit up into flames. Clenching her jaw, Syrena glanced back over her shoulder, surprised to see that Andreja and Mari were not too far behind her. Pointing to Cassius—who was still in his furry form—Syrena looked at Mari with wide eyes. “Mari, you might want to turn him back…” she told the other demigod, shifting her feet uneasily as she turned her attention back in front of her.

She raised her hands, feeling her skin heat up as energy coursed through her veins. The tips of her fingers started tingling and she narrowed her eyes, focusing on the area right in front of the scorpion’s path. The ground lit up, engulfing the front of the herd as the rest of the scorpions scattered away from the fire. Pulling out her sword, Syrena rushed forward and to the left, raising her hand and once again, focusing on another small group of the scorpions headed towards the edge of the river— straight for Marissa, Callus, JC, and Flint.

Syrena moved fast, not thinking about what she was doing or taking the time to strategize. She moved on instinct, rushing towards the group in an effort to wedge herself between them and the path of the scorpions. Picking up her pace as she realized the scorpions were closing in on the distance, Syrena dropped to the floor, her legs sliding across the dirt as she slid to a stop at the edge of the river, in front of the four demigods.

Gritting her teeth, Syrena looked up in panic, realizing how close the scorpions were to her. She planted her palms face down onto the earth and squeezed her eyes shut just as her palms began to heat up.

Come on Syrena, come on....

Peeking one eye open, Syrena expected to see the pit scorpions jumping at her, but instead, the small group of the deadly creatures was on fire, screeching and writhing in pain as the flames engulfed their bodies. Grunting, Syrena got to her feet and brushed the dirt off of her forearm, which was scratched from her sliding across the ground. Breathing a sigh of relief, Syrena turned to look at the four demigods, her eyes widening in shock as she saw the blood seeping from Callus’s wound.

“What-“ Syrena barely had time to breathe the words out. But she didn’t need to ask what happened—she figured it was from CTF and normally she would have brushed it off as a battle wound but, given that they were surrounded by deadly pit scorpions, Syrena knew Callus needed his strength.

Scrambling over to him, Syrena kneeled down next to Callus. “Give him some space to cool down,” she managed out, her hands shaking as she pulled his shirt up to reveal his wound. Her stomach sank as she placed her hand over the wound--she had forgotten how brutal the game could be. Closing her eyes, Syrena began to pray quietly, her lips moving so fast and her voice so low that only she could hear what she was saying.

Just like with Stefan, Syrena’s hands began to glow, along with Callus’s skin. The wounds on his body began to shrink until all that was left were small gashes. Taking a deep breath Syrena opened her eyes and leaned back, wiping the blood off of her hands on her pants. He would still need to go to the infirmary, but at least he wouldn't bleed out in the process. Getting to her feet, she turned her attention back to the woods, narrowing her eyes as she heard the sound of the bugs moving through the woods still—there were a lot more of them. "I'll cover you guys while you get him somewhere safe--" Syrena told the four demigods before she rolled her shoulders and took a deep breath, bracing herself to fend off more of the scorpions.

She felt drained but now her adrenaline had kicked into play. Her body was in natural fight or flight mode and fleeing was not an option—not when she was able to help.

by the river, near the woods

battle-ready

blue team gear

interactions: Mari ( Uxie ) , Andreja Sadistic Sweetheart ), Marissa ( izayoiix ), JC ( Hugh Flynn ), Flint ( Heterological ), Callus (@

coded by natasha.

 

[Heterological]

flint yorker

the smarter you get, the less you speak

Glancing down with slight concern, Flint decided that Callus should probably be taken to the Big House for treatment, or at least taken out of harm's way. He was just about to pick him up when another person arrived on the scene. It was JC, son of... Harmonia.

JC approached quickly, asking, "Wh-what happened?"

Flint frowned, a little disappointed in himself for not having heard him, and said, "Not quite sure."

Listening for any other noises, he managed to pick out the faint sounds of some fast-approaching scorpions and the crackle of a fire. Looking around, he saw yet another person. It was Syrena, with a small group of scorpion corpses behind her, having been lit on fire.

Now he decided to ready Comet, pointing it at the forest behind Syrena, searching for any scorpions. It seemed like there weren't any visible, for now, but he could hear them scurrying over the underbrush.

While Syrena healed Callus, Flint wondered why there were scorpions coming from a hole in the ground. It was most likely from Tartarus, but he had no idea how they got there. Only a monster with permission could get inside the camp border, but it was weakening... still, a hundred pit scorpions seemed a little... off.

When Syrena told them to get the injured out of there, Flint decided to stay. He was more capable of fighting the quick little arachnids than JC or Marissa, plus he could pick off any scorpions that slipped past Syrena.

He backed away a few steps from Syrena and looked at Callus. "You two get him out of here and to the infirmary."

Flint turned back to the other side of the creek, watching as the scorpions crawled out into view, one by one. His adrenaline was kicking in now, and his brain was going into overdrive, trying to see if they could stem the flow of scorpions, at least for a little while.

There were more and more scorpions arriving, and Syrena was frying a lot of them, while he was just throwing his sword to do as much damage as possible. Deciding to conserve his strength, he turned Comet back into a gun. Snapping his left finger absently while he began to aim and kill the scorpions with his right, the constant rhythm of the snaps suddenly gave him an idea.

He could use the mist to create an illusion of some kind. Granted, it wouldn't hold up for long, but it would work for the time being.

What would he create? The fire was probably the best option, but they were at a creek. Deciding to just do it before any more scorpions came, Flint closed his eyes, posing his fingers to snap, and concentrated on the heat and the crackle and the smell of a fire, focusing on his experiences with the lava wall for reference. He would make it a bonfire: a roaring wall of flames, stretching across the creek's length to make an impenetrable obstacle. Going close would make it uncomfortably hot.

Flint snapped his fingers and opened his eyes. There was a huge wall of flame in front of him. It wasn't hot at all since he was the one who had made the illusion, but it was probably blistering for Syrena. Since it was an illusion her fire immunity wouldn't protect her against the heat, although the illusion wasn't that strong either.

Shouting a little over the roar of the fire, he said, "It's an illusion. It'll keep them at bay for a little while." With that, he continued to try to make out scorpions from behind the fire and started shooting.

determined | woods | red team gear | Hugh Flynn izayoiix cleopatraa

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Uxie]

mood

triumphant, but also what the fuck

location

the woods, by the creek

outfit

a red shirt tucked into dark jeans + a pair of worn out vans

mentions

everyone around..

interactions

syrena, cassius, andreja, flint

tags

Sadistic Sweetheart Cenedril Heterological cleopatraa

mari akamine

daughter of hecate

the tornado and the rumbling were far from comforting, and her gentle grip on the roman-turned-small-animal in her arms tightened ever so slightly as the ground shook, an unspoken what the fuck? on her lips. almost instinctively, mari glanced up at the sky expecting the dark red clouds of an oncoming apocalypse, but it was an ugly shade of green instead that instilled disgust more than fear, as bewildering as the situation was. tornadoes were zeus' specialty, but earthquakes were poseidon's thing, no? just what had those two stinky sons done to offend their fathers?

mari met syrena's gaze as she glanced back at her and andreja, the amazonian having been helped up and now propped up on mari's shoulder. "wait... something's wrong."

"for sure." mari echoed, furrowing her eyebrows together. the sound of footsteps from who must've been dex pattering away seemed to set syrena into action, and mari followed behind her, holding fluffy cassius in an arm while keeping an arm around andreja's waist with the other. it wasn't long before they came across the massive chasm that had split the earth in two. she stifled a small gasp, setting andreja down as gently as she could a ways away from the swarms of pit scorpions crawling out of the hole. if there were pit scorpions... that hole must be a one-way trip to tartarus. the daughter of dionysus was hardly fit for a fight, and the best she could do was set her in a corner where she would (hopefully) be safe from the deadly creepy-crawlies. "mari, you might wanna turn him back."

the bunny thrashed in mari's arms right then, as if he was trying to remind her of his presence. clearly, the roman was quite done with his furry punishment. "don't panic," she chided serenely, bending down to place him on the ground as gently as she could, "and don't move a muscle." holding a palm towards him, the words of the incantation slipped out quietly but fluidly, and in an almost cartoonish cloud of purple smoke emerged the large form of a somewhat disgruntled cassius.

"was it fun being a rabbit?" mari quipped with a cheery smile, then turned her attention back to the scene unfolding in front of her. she could barely catch the sight of a group of campers surrounding what seemed to be the unconscious figure of forrest before a wall of fire went ablaze, cutting the land in half. syrena? no, she could almost feel the power of the mist working. the fire definitely wouldn't hurt then. there was no need for any hesitation, and mari barrelled through, musing to herself that this must've been how cassius had felt. she weaved the mist around her as soon as she felt the heat and it seemed to shimmer ever so slightly in the area she had just passed through before repairing itself promptly. mari flashed flint and syrena a small smile, batting away a particularly aggressive scorpion that had followed her through her temporary hole with an easy flick of the wrist, sending it flying back to its friends. her gaze flitted back to beyond the flames and landed on a particular lot of scorpions, promptly deciding that they would be the unfortunate test subjects for a new spell.

she fished out a small flask from her shadow pocket, sent a silent thank you to the gods for not giving her another shitty discount coupon, then hurled the flask straight through the fire. the glass shattered on impact, dosing the scorpions in the glowing, blue-ish liquid, and mari swiftly began her quiet chanting, all while keeping her eyes trained on the scorpions. the incantation was followed quickly by a quick clap, and on cue, the scorpions melted into small pools of black goo like they'd taken a bath in acid.

well, now she knew her spell worked. too bad she only prepared one potion. "so, what's the plan?" shooting a sideways glance at her two companions, mari raised an eyebrow in particular at the son of athena. surely, that stick in the mud had thought of a three-step battle plan to defeat the scorpion lord. they couldn't possibly just fight those freaky little arachnids forever, right?

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Tonkatsu]

Aurum

golden boy

Even though Aurum had been standing still for slightly more than five minutes, he was far from bored.

In his silence, a thousand scenarios played in his mind, dancing as if his thoughts were an ice rink. Millions of what-if scenarios played in his mind, ranging from Michael beating him to a pulp to Aurum and Mari having a fun bout. None of them happened. Instead, he was greeted by a bulging wall of flames somewhere ahead of his position; which was near enough to send tingling excitement down his spine. The fight was live. Soon, clouds manifested in the air, summoning forth thunder that struck the earth. Aurum swore he felt the earth move a little as he witnessed the culmination of fire versus thunder-- probably Cassius and Michael fighting. As everything unfolded, however, Aurum still found no enemy in sight. It didn't help that he was stationed with Marissa, who he never really got to know really well. The both of them just... stood there in palpable silence, yet, with hidden excitement, as if waiting for something interesting to happen.

Izzie was somewhere on the trees, serving as a lookout for both Aurum and Rissa. Far enough for the rules, close enough to hear her remarks. Seeing how he hasn't heard anything from her yet, the coast was clear. Either that, or the Hypnos offspring was sleeping. His thoughts leaned more towards the latter, as Izzie seemed the type to doze off when everyone else was fighting. Entering the ten-minute mark, and still nothing. No enemies, no animals, no nothing. Aurum tried to keep himself busy by coming up with more scenarios and how to handle them, occasionally trying to break the ice with Rissa by starting a conversation. While the former worked for him, the latter didn't. Even with his more-than-stellar brain, he couldn't find a topic rigid enough for the atmosphere and light enough to be discussed in a fun manner.

Aurum kept track of everything that was happening, and suddenly, fifteen minutes had passed. He felt a violent shake and sudden change in weather, even if the weather wasn't pleasant to start with. The clouds shifted to an eerie, almost snot-like green that enveloped the forest where the games were taking place. Aurum had hoped for the best, but his instincts told him something bad was going to happen, the obvious thing to believe.

He was right.

Soon, an ominous tornado materialized, disturbing the balance of air around the vicinity. Aurum tried to rationalize what he was seeing, to no avail. Did the god of tornadoes visit? That didn't seem out of question, with all the weird things happening. He shrugged off the possibility and decided it was just the fight between Callus and Michael that made all of this possible, even if his gut didn't feel like that was the answer he was looking for. The son of Hesperia felt himself lightly pulled towards the tornado's direction, as he manifested his power to keep himself from being dragged away. Aurum reminded himself that he was standing near Rissa's traps, and tried his best not to become minced meat by stepping on one of them. Rissa, though, didn't seem to be doing well on the balance department. She cursed under her breath, almost falling (maybe to her death). Before Aurum could ask if she was okay, Izzie's voice penetrated through the air. “Pit scorpions! like, a lot of them!” Aurum wasn't sure how to react. Pit scorpions sounded dangerous, but as far as he knew, they were near Camp Half-Blood. Furthermore, the strongest demigods are here, fighting for a flag. The scorpions couldn't have picked a worse time to invade. Once again, Rissa seemed to have a different idea. She darted off, abandoning Aurum and leaving him alone.. with the bombs she placed. "Rissa, wait!" Aurum tried to go after her before slipping after trying hard to avoid a landmine. He was all alone now. Thinking again, it was probably for the best that he didn't abandon his post. He didn't want to lose because he was away from the flag. That would be saddening, at least to think about a week or two from now.

"Izzie! Are you alright? Please respond or come here if you are!"

Aurum tried his best to ignore this vicious weather as he focused his mind and energy to his body, ready to fight whatever entity was going after his flag, be it demigods or pit scorpions.

forest end

pumped

blue outfit

izayoiix incandescent [ mentioned : Uxie Heterological ]

coded by natasha.

 

[BLK]

Morgan Saint-Yves.

Formerly Stuck in a Fucking Tree!

Morgan was sweating. The heat pressed down on him as he scrambled through the forest, wetting his shirt. He looked as if he had just crawled out of a river by his wet matted hair and soaked clothes. Sometimes he could feel a bit of chafing on his chest as his wet clothes grabbed at his ribs. Every once and a while a twig would nip his face when he was too careless or looked at the ground for too long.

What was worse than any of that was the fog, though. Somehow the heat hadn’t pushed it away. By now Morgan had realized it was some sort of magic, but he still held out hope that maybe he’d look up and see a clear path ahead of him. Instead he felt completely lost. Wherever he ran the fire seemed to follow, and so did the rest of the forest’s trappings.

“Alright. Tom Cruise would do something stupid, like climb a tree, right?” He questioned. Exhausted, Morgan was thinking out loud at this point. After eyeing up a taller tree he threw himself at it. The bark was prickly and wet, and it scratched his palms. As he climbed his position became a bit clearer. He was about halfway to the river that marked the boundary between the two parts of the forest. In that moment getting out alive seemed more important than getting the flag. Besides expectations were probably low for him.

As he lowered himself back down again, he felt a voice telling him to stick close to the river. “That’s probably a good idea. Can’t be Tom Cruise then.” Tom Cruise would likely have given poor advice in this situation. In the back of his mind Morgan knew Tyche—His mother—was likely guiding him, but he didn’t pay it much mind. She was usually nice so he could thank her for her help later.

Near the water the fog was entirely absent. It poured quickly over the rocks along the shore, shifting invisible pebbles and fish along with it out to the ocean. He figured if he kept following it upstream, he’d eventually get out of the forest near to camp. Occasionally trees would disappear in favor of longer grass or downtrodden paths along the way. None of those seemed to fit his luck much. Instead Morgan simply kept running with the water.

Sometimes it was difficult to keep going. Hills and roots threatened to shake his feet loose and pitch him into the water. But he was rather lucky still. Instead of having any sort of serious misfortune the worst that happened to him as he ran were small cuts that would be fixed with something like a band-aid. All things considered this outing had gone pretty well. He didn’t screw anything up for his team; Judging by the fire that was someone else’s job today. All that was left to do was run in a roughly straight line, which is one of Morgan’s few talents.

Sprinting along the river

Like Sonic the Hedgehog, but in a bad way.

Blue team gear, mud on his face

interactions: Another tree, Tom Cruise's Scientology Spirit, His mom, probably.

coded by natasha.

 

[Hugh Flynn]

JC and Callus

<read this first i guess>

CALLUS POV
Pins and needles. Everywhere. That's how Callus would've described how passing out felt. Everyone knew how pins and needles felt. It wasn't painful to move persay... He just... didn't want to. If that made sense.

The heat. It's already too much, even for me. N-need to cool down.

Callus let loose a mental yelp as he felt his body convulse in pain. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were practically cemented shut. He tried moving his arms next, but even as he strained he could feel his body temperature shoot up a few degrees.

Well then. I guess I'm scorpion food. I should've taken that class at Camp Jupiter... What was it? Oh yeah, Defense against the Creatures of Eight Legs. He didn't think he'd need it, but how the tables have turned.

Out of nowhere, his body lurched upright, sending another wave of agony coursing throughout his body. He heard the sizzle of steam as his body made contact with someone else, and he prayed a mental apology to whoever made contact with him. Callus felt a teensy bit guilty for having dragged someone into his situation but he still couldn't help but feel eternally grateful for whoever rescued him. While his sense of sight and his control over his limbs still remained unresponsive, he heard a voice. His sister's voice. A series of incoherent mumbles and whispers registered on his ears, his hearing slowly deteriorating as he succumbed to heatstroke.

M-maybe I take a nap. Naps fix everything.

He was just about to take a seemingly harmless nap when he felt the sweet embrace of the cold river waters. He felt his temperature slowly fall, his degrees being whisked away by the river current. His heartrate nosedived, followed by his heightened senses and mood as the water levels rose above his body, nearly covering his face. He wanted to lay there forever, the deep river waters producing serene ambient sounds that his numb ears welcomed gladly. He made a mental note to thank Rissa when all this was over. Rissa. The thought snapped him back to reality, recalling a solemn night in the past where his sibling had told him her deepest fears.

Shit. Rissa's terrified of the water, and yet here she is, sitting in the water taking care of your unconscious ass.

The protective older brother in him woke up from a long slumber. He hadn't felt this way in years ever since he left for the Wolf House, and he could feel his body slowly reacting to his spirit, filling him with fury and possibly even guilt.

COLLIN, you DOLT. She's freaking sitting in the river for you! WAKE UP!

JIROCHI POV
JC watched as the daughter of Hestia lifted Callus' shirt to reveal a literal ravine in Callus' skin. He averted his eyes immediately, once again picturing all the happy things in life just to remove the scene from his mind. His curiousity got the better of him as he peeked out of the corner of his eye, his gaze locking onto Syrena's hands. They now glowed with a fluorescent light, and when Syrena moved them closer to Callus, his skin started glowing as well. He gawked at the sight as what once was a devastating wound closed up into merely a few scratches.

He had seen her do it hundreds, maybe even thousands of times in the infirmary tent but every time she did, it always made him stop in his tracks. For a split second, he felt a little jealous of his friend, before realizing what he was thinking and shook his head.

SHHHH. None of that here. I can literally do the same thing with my bracelets! Just, you know, without all the cool glowing and the getting up-close-and-personal shazam.

He glanced at Kit and Kat, both in bracelet form and resting on his wrists. He had always just chucked them at anyone who needed them, allowing the bracelets to do the work for him. He shook his head again, averting his attention back to the trio in the water. Syrena had finished her work and had gotten out of the river, her attention facing the oncoming horde of scorpions.

"I'll cover you guys while you get him somewhere safe--", Syrena insisted.
JC stood there motionless, unsure who she was addressing.
Thankfully Flint stepped up and said, "You two get him out of here and to the infirmary."

Do I toss them a bracelet... JC pondered, before deciding against it. He would need his weapons in case they encountered a lurking scorpion.
Kit and Kat would just reappear on my wrists once I got too far away from them anyways.

JC snapped back to the present as he stared at Rissa trying to haul a still unconscious Callus sporting waterlogged clothes out of the river. He rushed into the river to help, expertly maneuvering his way across the water. "Here, let me take him. If I recall correctly, you were the defender who set up the mines. You should go make sure that scorpions, not humans, set them off."

"It's okay. I'll take care of him. Don't worry." he added, hoping his words alone would be enough to calm her down.
Taking the Hephaestus gal's spot, JC grabbed the Roman camper under the arms before promptly dropping him, realizing how absurdly high his body heat was. He shot Rissa a wide-eyed glance.

How the hell did she tolerate this much heat? Oh wait, child of Hephaestus. Heat immunity or something, I guess.

After mustering up enough courage, JC latched onto the Roman camper's arms. He let out a little squeal for his mother as superheated skin met normally-heated skin in a sickening fizzle. In a pain reflex, he activated his Inner Harmony, granting him a sizable power buff. Now the heat from the male didn't sting as much, and he didn't feel the larger boy's weight as much as he used to.

In one swift motion, JC hauled the hot teen from the ground onto his back. He pivoted away from the stream and started sprinting, in hopes to get the unconscious teen as far away from the wave of scorpions. With JC's enhanced reflexes and agility from Inner Harmony, he easily dodged every vine, branch, root, shrub, everything that stood in his way. Everything that is, except a literal blazing wall of fire.

<CALLUS AND JC>
The flames that danced ahead of JC engulfed entire trees, columns of fire replacing trunks of wood and smoky clouds replacing the once leafy-green canopy. JC dug his heels into the ground in an effort to stop, but his forward momentum was too much. Instead he increased his speed, hoping to clear the fire wall before any damage could be done. Well, he was wrong. As flame met human flesh, unbearable heat stung his skin, causing him to wince in pain before falling to the ground in a deadly tumble. While the tumble forced JC to shut off his Inner Harmony, it was apparently the waking factor for the teen on JC's back, as the Roman camper's eyes shot open before he quickly scrambled to his feet. Immediately, a knife magically shot into the air and hovered there, its blade glowing with a color akin to the flames next to them.

"Who are you? Where's Rissa? Where'd you take me?"
JC carefully stood up from the floor, dusting off his clothes before activating his bracelet and harmony aura. "Woah there, man. Chiiiill. Good vibes good vi-" His sentence was cut off as the floating dagger pressed its tip against his throat.
"Answer the damn question," the Roman snapped, "Unless you want your throat sl-"

Callus hadn't looked over the male in front of him, realizing that the person he thought was a kidnapper was wearing a blue tee.
Oh gods, it's a teammate.
"Oh shoot, I'm so so so sorry." Callus tried to move forward before flinching, his hand instinctively clutching his side.

JC noticed the gesture and reassured the taller guy.
"Oh, your wound? Yeah it's healed, Syrena did a glowy-glow and it's all fixed now~!" He proudly announced.
His cheery demeanor faded a bit as his gaze scanned the guy, noticing a few more bleeding cuts from their tumble earlier. To add to that, his harmony aura didn't appreciate the mentally dark cloud that surrounded the teen in front of him, a feeling of dread somewhat crawling on JC's back.
"Okay maybe not everything is fixed persay... here let me just..."
He pulled off one of his friendship bracelets and tossed it to the Roman.

Callus eyed his teammate with an unimpressed expression as the camper pulled off the bracelet on his left wrist before promptly tossing it at Callus.
Ah yes, a friendship bracelet. We're gonna be the best of buds! he rolled his eyes at the thought.
Callus held up the accessory between two fingers, raising it to eye level as he glanced back and forth between the item and its owner.
"A friendship bracelet. Aww thank you! This is just what I needed to battle off a killer scorpion invasion and-" Callus gestured towards the flame wall next to them, only now taking note of his surroundings. "-and apparently a forest fire. I'm going to hug the firewall and braid the scorpions' stingers. It's like the best plan ever!"

JC half-scoffed, half-chuckled at the hard sarcasm and waved his hand, shifting the bracelet into its weapon form. He looked on as the Roman yelped in surprise and dropped the chakram, its curved blade sinking into the soft dirt. An amused snicker left JC's mouth as a literal Snickers bar simultaneously entered it. He had pulled a Snickers bar seemingly from nowhere as he walked over to the weapon, willing it to return to its bracelet form. JC picked it up and threw it once again at the teen, this time waving his hand as it neared its target. The bracelet immediately latched onto his target's wrist, allowing JC to snap his fingers and heal the remaining few wounds. "There we go. Nowww everything's okay. Okay?"

Callus stared at his residual wounds slowly close up as he grunted in displeasure. He didn't like being toyed with, but he was familiar with the feeling after years of training with Cassius. Okay, I will admit that was cool but what if the damn bracelet shifts into his weapon while it's still on my wrist? He was thankful for the heal, but Callus still glared at the bracelet that hung from his wrist like it was some sort of snake. He shifted his gaze to his surroundings, realizing how strong the flames actually were. Oh boy, he shouldn't be feeling too well in this situation.

JC's harmony aura wasn't at its best after having jumped through a fire wall, but it was still able to register the venomous glare that clouded the Roman's judgment. JC cranked his aura a bit higher, hoping to calm the tense moods down, but with no luck. The heat from the burning forest had started to get to him, beads of perspiration materializing on his forehead. He wiped his forehead with his arm, closing his eyes to try and force out the heat. How the hell is he not feeling this? Is he also a child of Hephaestus? No... Vulcan I guess was the Roman version?

They both stood in the enclosure as flames started to whip and thrash around them viciously, threatening to burn them alive. One thought crossed both of their minds.

How do we get out of here?

Plans started to formulate in their heads, but all brain activity was stopped as a faint "H-help..." somehow croaked its way through the crackling sounds of the fire. Both boys immediately perked up, exchanging nervous glances as they scanned the area for whoever shouted help. Callus spoke first to break the silence.

"You heard that right?"
"The shout for help? Yeah... I did."
"Oh gods, someone's stuck in here? They're not going to last long."
"I can testify to tha-" JC rasped, coughs frequenting his lungs.
"Shit, you too? How much longer can you last?"
"Not much longer in normal form, but I can activate Inner Harmony to extend that time. How about you? How are you not even bothered by the heat?"
"Callus, son of Vulcan. Children of Vulcan are pretty much immune to heat."
"Ah. JC, son of Harmonia-" JC coughed, "Children of Harmonia are not so immune to heat."
"I can see that. I'll try to control the flames around us, but it'll take a lot out of me since they're not my flames."
"Whatever the hell that means! Do it! Someone else is here and we need to get them out of here!"

Callus scoffed, knowing very well that he was able to control the flames without breaking a sweat. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the flames as he forced his will onto it. He could feel the flames around him ebb and flow away, only to be replaced by more flames from the outer areas. "Uhmm hey KC??"
"It's JC! But close enough, I guess. What?"
"You up for another mad wall dash?"
"Oh mama, NO!"
"Too bad, you better follow me!"

JC unleashed a flurry of his abilities at once, deactivating his harmony aura while simultaneously activating his healing bracelet and Inner Harmony. It strained him to do so, consequently inflicting a migraine on the dessert-lover. As his senses grew stronger, he picked up on another cry for help, only this time fainter than the last time. JC pointed in a direction and yelled,"I heard them again! The sounds came from that way!" He followed closely behind the Roman, unsure of what was going to happen as the pair started barrelling towards a towering wall of flames.

As the duo neared the flame wall, a manaical grin stretched across Callus' face as the wall parted before them. The child of Harmonia that trailed behind him instead had a look of awe as the flames parted before it morphed into a look similar to that of Callus' own. The flame wall now surrounded them, its flames threatening to spread across the border of a small radius centered around Callus. The son of Vulcan now had both his arms out, pushing back the rabid flames as they continued to plow through the forest. After what felt like forever, the source of the shouts was revealed as they stumbled upon a limping camper. Both guys recognized the camper, a name escaping their tongues simultaneously. "Elias?!"

"H-heyyy~! I uhh, I was just hanging abou-" the female camper faltered before falling to the ground. Both guys immediately rushed to her aid, Callus gripped her sides as JC pulled off his other bracelet and latched it onto her wrist. JC snapped his fingers, healing any wounds Elias might have sustained. His vision started clouding up from his migraine as well as the smoke from the surrounding flames growing stronger by the second. "Uhmm Callus was it? We need to get out of here, both of us non-heat-immune kids are about to dry up."

Callus shook his head, knowing that the situation they were in wasn't ideal for non-Vulcan kids. He cautiously addressed Elias, "Can you walk?"
Elias weakly shook her head.
"JC, you got enough Harmony Juice to carry her?"
"No sir, carrying you tired me out."
Elias chuckled at the thought and teased, "JC carried you? How many times do you want to be rescued hm?"
Callus stammered as he tried to find words.
"I- Okay okay fine, I'll do it. JC, lead the way."

JC smirked at the sight, watching as both faces grew a flustered coral pink as Callus picked up Elias in your typical bridal fashion. "Off to your honeymoon?"
He stifled another laugh as Callus retaliated with a simple but ineffective "Shut up!" while Elias shook her head timidly, her face now a bright beet red.
"Follow me lovebirds!" JC followed up the tease as he turned to start running back into the fires, this time prompting Callus to launch a small fireball at his behind.

Callus' face fumed a pretty shade of red at the constant insinuations of the son of Harmonia. Once this is all over I'm gonna toast this harmonic son of a bitch.
He glanced at Elias, staring at her features in the dim moonlight. The expression on her face was somewhat dazed and unfocused, but it still held his attention nonetheless. A big mistake when you're running through a thick forest at night. Callus' toe knicked a root, causing him to stumble a bit before regaining his balance. He looked at Elias apologetically before muttering a quiet "Sorry."
To save her from replying, he hollered after JC. "Are we in the clear?!"

"We're almost there! I can see the clearing already!" JC yelled back.
He wasn't lying as the clearing was at least half a minute of running away, the faint glow of camp lights in the distance giving both JC and Callus a new burst of energy.
"We're gonna make it!"

Callus peeked around JC's slender form, noticing a faint glow in the distance. Oh my god I have never been so glad to see a Greek camp.
He glanced at Elias, whose eyes were now shut, a strained look plastered onto her face. Great, now she passed out from your elegant little stumble. Quite the hero you are hm?
He pulled her closer to keep her head and body steady as he made a mental note to apologize later when the forest suddenly cleared.

The trio skidded to a stop as they came to a hill overlooking the nearby Pegasus stables. JC and Callus exchanged glances, looks of triumph slowly forming on their faces. JC couldn't hold it in and started whooping off the top of his lungs. "WE MADE IT! OH GODS, WE'RE ACTUALLY ALIVE!"
Callus heaved a relaxed sigh, getting down on his knees before lowering Elias into his lap. "JC! Go get a stretcher would you? I'm exhausted."
"Now? My guy, we gotta celebrate!" JC shouted back, pulling out a jumbo-pack of Smarties, Sour Patches, and Twizzlers. "Sorry, this is all I got. All my chocolate bars are melted from that hellhole we just survived!"

Callus gawked at the sudden appearance of a literal assorted jumbo-pack of sweet treats, before he let a creaky chuckle loose. "I guess it can wait. Mind passing me a Sour Patch?"
JC looked up, Twizzlers in his mouth and a Smartie stuck to his cheek, and grinned. He flicked over a pack of Sour Patches before returning to his mini-celebration.
Callus looked into the night sky as a bright moon shined. Okay, Í'll admit, that was FUN.

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coded by weldherwings.

 

[Heterological]

flint yorker

the smarter you get, the less you speak

Sagging a little as the illusion started to drain his strength, he didn't hear Mari pass through the fire until she had already crossed to the other side. Flint started a little in surprise, straightening as she took out a group of scorpions from beyond the flames. After she had done so, he looked at the small pools of black scorpion goo, wondering if he could learn something like that and making a mental note not to piss off the Hecate kids.

Flint heard Mari say over the crackle of the fire, "So, what's the plan?"

He frowned slightly, a little concerned that he didn't already have a plan. Going through a few rapid ideas on how to get everyone back to the campgrounds safely, he eventually decided that the stream was the best place to hold their ground. If they ran, one of them would be stung. That much was pretty obvious. And it was probably going to be him.

But there was no way that the three of them could hold off the scorpions. The scorpions were deadly assassins, with fast-acting venom and mobility. Syrena had her fire to protect her; she would take the brunt of the assault once the firewall dropped.

He patted down his pockets and found a single drachma. Flint thought for a few seconds, wondering who he would choose, and decided on the son of Nike. Victor was talented; he would be able to handle himself, and there was no doubt that Victor would lend a hand.

Flint waited for a second until he saw a faint rainbow from the creek's spray appear. He threw the drachma at the rainbow, and it promptly disappeared.

"Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering. Show me Victor Inzerillo."

The mist shimmered, and Victor's head appeared.

"Hey, Victor, can you come to help us out at the creek? There's a bunch of scorpions over here. You can probably see the fire, right?"

Once Victor had agreed to help out, Flint waved through the rainbow to terminate the call.

By now, holding the illusion was becoming taxing, and it was giving him a splitting headache. Deciding to stop it, he said loudly, "I'm going to stop the illusion. Syrena, you'll have to tank most of the scorpions, since you have your fire to protect you." He stood back, readying his gun, and counted down. " Three, two, one!"

tired | woods | red team gear | izayoiix cleopatraa Uxie

coded by weldherwings.

 

[cleopatraa]

syrena drakos.

daughter of hestia

There were so many of them—more than Syrena had anticipated. It didn’t help that the more she set fire to them, the more she set fire to the forest. It was a compromise Syrena was willing to make, she decided. But before she could make her next move, a wall of scorching hot fire erupted from the earth.

The heat was scorching—Syrena found herself stumbling backwards in confusion—fire never burned her, until now. Was Hestia mad? There was no way that Syrena’s trick with the fire during the game could have piss-

'It’s an illusion'

The words soothed Syrena immediately and her eyes relaxed momentarily before they darted to Mari, unsure of how to continue or what to do with the scorpions surrounding them.

Just as Syrena was able to gather her surroundings—and find ease in knowing Victor would soon be joining them in fighting off the deadly scorpions—her predictions had been confirmed. The illusion went down just as Flint shouted ‘three’.

The scorpions scattered around the campers, their pinchers scratching against the earth as they lurched forward, no longer held back by the illusion of fire. Clenching her jaw, Syrena rushed forward and focused on the front of the scorpions headed towards them.

Her eyes zeroed in on the ground and she knelt down, placing her hand on ground as she did so. The ground beneath the scorpions erupted into flames, engulfing them and leaving their bodies writhing on the forest floor in pain. The remaining scorpions had scattered and Syrena’s eyes followed them, setting fire to the groups and further singling them out.

But the more fire Syrena set, the more the smoke built up. Her eyes darted back to the two demigods near her and she quickly realized that the smoke was beginning to become an obstacle. Coughing into her arm, Syrena unsheathed her sword, slicing away at a scorpion as she did so. “Guys….. stay away from the smoke!” Syrena shouted, yelping as one of the scorpions jumped out at her.

The raven haired girl raised her hands protectively to shield her face and as she did, the scorpion caught on fire and fell to the ground, a foot away from her.

“Shit—“ Syrena hissed, realizing her sword would not do much against the scorpions. Raising her hands, she began focusing on the scorpions again, trying to continue scorching them. Her eyes darted to Mari in panic as she dove to the left, dodging as a scorpion lurched at her. "We should try herding them!!" Syrena shouted, turning her gaze back to the scorpions as a stream of fire erupted to the front of them, forcing them to move backwards.

by the river, near the woods

in battle, tense

blue team gear

interactions: Mari ( Uxie ) , Flint ( Heterological ) (@

coded by natasha.

 

[Totorokoro]

ELIAS SACHETS
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Ahh, this is nice, Elias mused, half consciously as she snuggled into the warmth that engulfed her. Her nose caught on to the distinct smell of sour patches and candy. It took her a second before she started to doze off to remember something: Wait I don't recall changing into my pajamas...

Her eyes shot open and she gawked awkwardly at the face over her. "!!!!!"
Cripes! How can I blank out when this literally happened just moments ago?!?

Elias stared at Callus, as she scrambled for words. T-this is awkward... Nice and totally warm, but awks...
"I... uh," She looked over and saw JC sitting nearby, "um.."

Should I roll off? I should roll off. But what if he thinks it's because I'm not comfortable? I MEAN I AM COMFORTABLE... He is warm and huggab- But that's not the point! What if he thinks wrong about this or misreads this... Is there anything to be misread? Wait why am I still bundled up on his lap anyhow? Should I roll off?

Elias sighed loudly and scratched her nose, "JC? Can you pass me one of those Twizzlers?"

"And thanks... For carrying me out of there I mean," She said, not meeting Callus' eye. "I'll roll off in a minute," She mumbled as she nibbled on the snack.

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Mentions: Hugh Flynn​

 

[incandescent]

isobel duval

daughter of hypnos

fever dream mxmtoon

I took the train, I took the car
I didn't know just where I'd fall
Or where it'd take me
Another step, another stair
I'll never know if I'll get there
But just maybe

mood panicking
location next to aurum, forest end
outfit blue shirt, washed out denim shorts, black converse, braided hair

before she could even ask what the girl was doing, marissa had darted off into the trees, leaving the blue team’s flag down one defender, and leaving aurum and izzie dumbstruck.

“izzie! are you alright? please respond or come here if you are!”

the sound of aurum’s voice rippling towards her was enough to snap izzie out of her bewilderment, and she barely skipped a beat before she responded.

“i’m good!” izzie yelled, throwing the older demigod a thumbs up- except, the unwavering shakiness in her voice probably attested to the opposite. after taking a quick look at the nasty bugs ahead of her from up in the trees earlier, izzie was not planning on coming down- but that was before marissa suddenly up and left, and before they were down one flag defender.

“uhh… hold on! i’m gonna come down!”

now that she was thinking about it, it probably wouldn’t be great if either she or aurum were alone right now, what with the deadly pit scorpions running around. although, she knew fairly well that the guy could hold off his own- she’d seen it herself after all- so it was probably more for her protection than it was for his when izzie started climbing down her tree.

it wasn’t until she finally found her feet back on the forest soil and just within meters of aurum when izzie actually remembered that there were literal landmines scattered in the vicinity of the flags, waiting to throw her across the map if she wasn’t too careful. izzie stopped in her tracks, almost tripping over herself in the sudden halt. her eyes flickered nervously from the ground in front of her to aurum. luckily, she was slightly listening to marissa, because she managed to skip over all the landmines without blowing herself up. izzie let out a relieved huff after making her way over to the guy, dusting off the small pieces of pine needles that’d tangled up in her hair.

izzie opened her mouth to ask him something, but whatever question was roaming in her mind disappeared in a second when her eyes trailed behind him onto a tiny moving shadow just a few yards away from the two of them. only, it took her a millisecond to realise that that little thing wasn’t a shadow- it was a pit scorpion, and as soon as she’d frantically pointed at it to get aurum’s attention, another one just so happened to crawl up behind it. and then another one, and another one, and another one, until there were at least twelve of them lurching forwards, waiting to sting the life out of either of the two.

“oh, gods.”

panicking, izzie felt her grip on brutus’s handle tighten, her knuckles almost completely white. in the back of her mind, she remembered that flag defenders weren’t supposed to be so close to each other. but hell- the forest was on fire, a tornado had just appeared and disappeared out of nowhere, marissa ditched the flag, and as the cherry on top, there were a dozen demigod-killing scorpions surrounding izzie and aurum, inching closer and closer by the second. if chiron was going to take away her dessert for the third week in a row, then so be it- she was not planning on dying any time soon. her brain scrambling to think of a solution to no avail. she was usually pretty quick-witted with these types of situations, but most of the time, there wasn’t a possibility of her dying. izzie glanced back up at the older guy frantically.

“so... you got a plan?”

tags Tonkatsu mentioned izayoiix

coded by incandescent

 

[Iamthemanfish]

Victor Inzerillo

Victor brought his mace down smashing a jumping scorpion out of the air and pulping the deadly thing into the dirt at his feet, he stepped back watching the creepy crawly dissolve into monster powder and frowned hard in concentration. Not ten minutes ago he had been quietly watching the fight over his teams flag as Mari and Syrena took on Dex and the big roman, everything in him wanted to rush in, he hadn't been lying when he had told the big man that he was the best fight he'd had in awhile and the ever competitive son of Nike was practically drooling at the chance to have a rematch so soon, but as much as Victor loved a good fight he had to think responsibly. He was the son of the goddess of competition and rushing in and making the fight an unfair three vs two brawl just didn't sit right with him. So he hadn't gotten involved and as it turned out he hadn't needed to, Mari had ended up turning the roman into a cute little bunny rabbit which just about made Victor blow his cover with the laugh he had to choke down and Dex for some reason spent most of her time climbing a tree only to fall right back out of it again when the two blue team members had taken out Cassius. Victor had almost broke out into an excited little dance for his two teammates before the weird green clouds had rolled in over head, he had stared in wide eyed confusion at the odd clouds until that loud boom had rattled the trees, even he wasn't dumb enough to not realize something was wrong at that point. The others were, obviously, faster on the uptake than the son of Nike and had taken off before Victor had even looked down from the clouds. Not one to be left out of things, and partly because he was worried about the other campers, he sprinted after them as soon as he had noticed they were gone. Unfortunately however he had run into two problems, one, Victor wasn't fast he could run all day if he had to but he wasn't going to win any foot races anytime soon, and two, about half a dozen hand sized scorpions had scuttled they're way into his path. Now as the pint sized monsters melted away around him Victor had found himself a third problem he was completely lost!

Between the fight with the scorpions and that ever nagging thought at the back of his head he had gotten so turned around he didn't know which way the others had gone or even which way camp was anymore. So he was trying to replay the fight over in his head, he had definitely smashed one and two with his boots spun to the right around the third bugs stinger grabbed it and used it to pummel the fourth one...-"Hey, Victor, can you come to help us out at the creek? There's a bunch of scorpions over here. You can probably see the fire, right?"-...Victor's head shot up as disembodied voice yelled to him. "What? Who said that? Flint?" said the young boxer his head spinning right to left wildly trying to find the source of Flint's voice. After a few more confused, and slightly embarrassing, seconds of searching Victor's eyes fixed on the little rainbow, OOOOOH an Iris message DUH he silently told himself before spinning his head again looking for the fire Flint had mentioned. Luckily spotting the dim red glow of the fire didn't take him as long as it had to find the Iris message, he took off at a dead sprint as soon as he knew which way to go "Yeah man I see it, hold on I'm coming" he yelled over his shoulder as he ran. As he ran toward the possibility of pain and horrible death, he realized that he had spun left around the third bug not right that's what had gotten him turned him around.

It took Victor less than three minutes to reach the creek, or well as close to the creek as he could get without barbecuing himself, he was blocked by the same fire that gotten him this far in the first place! A practical wall of burning bushes and trees hissed and popped away in front of him, but he could just make out the sound of people yelling over the fire. He paused looking up and down the wall of fire looking for a way through, bouncing on his toes in a mixture of excitement and desperation to help his friends. Until finally he made a decision, he'd take a page out of Cassius's book, he stopped bouncing and fished his necklace out from underneath his armor. He kissed his moms likeness and took a deep breath before saying "Hey ma, if your listening...watch this" and with a wide bloody manic grin Victor jumped into the fire.

The son of Nike came out of the fire practically on top of one of the scorpions attacking Flint and the two girls, his hair singed and smoking the skin on his arms and legs red and blistered and lacking an eyebrow, but with the same wide manic grin still glued to his face. Victor hit the first scorpion like a dump truck his mace tearing the thing almost in half before it or any of its buggy friends had a chance to realize he was there, the second one didn't have much more of a chance than the first as the young battle addict's back swing sent it flying backwards into the fire. Then he felt his ability kick in, and everything seemed to slow down as his reflexes sharpened to compensate for the scorpions greater numbers. Victor became a whirlwind of flashing celestial bronze and fire reddened skin until he had smashed, crushed, and cleaved his way to the small group of half bloods. He stumbled to a stop behind Syrena trusting she could keep the mass of creepy crawlers off of him for a second so he could catch his breath. His breath was coming in great gulps of air, he was burned and scratched in places he didn't even know he had, and his busted lips were still bleeding fiercely, but when he looked up at the the others he still had that wide excited grin and his voice was full of barely contained laughter "You called for an exterminator"?

Interactions with Uxie Heterological cleopatraa

 

[Hugh Flynn]

JC and Callus

<CALLUS' STATS>
Mood: Relieved and relaxed
Location: A hill overlooking Camp Half Blood's pegasi stables
Outfit: Slashed blue team gear
Conditions: Steadily falling body temperature | Major harmony aura influence

<JC'S STATS>
Mood: Food yum
Location: A hill overlooking Camp Half Blood's pegasi stables
Outfit: Smoking blue team gear
Conditions: Insatiably hungry for something sweet | Calmed nerves from harmony aura

JC noticed Elias' stirring before Callus, the latter was gazing at the starry view overhead. He choked on a Twizzler, noticing the sudden fluster that appeared on Elias' face. She asked JC for a Twizzler, her face seemingly matching the color of the same sweet snackable. When the teen handed over a pack of the candy pasta, he immediately cranked his harmony aura to a higher level. JC despised having to manipulate his friends like this, but he knew that if he didn't, the awkward mood that the two would bring would completely ruin his snack time. Alright... That should be enough harmony to allow me to peacefully enjoy these gorGEOUS red noodles.

Callus exhaled a slightly warmer than normal breath, manifesting itself as a plume of steam flowing out of his nostrils. His head cocked back to stare at the smoke-stained skyscape, the gentle twinkle of various stars reminding him of his stargazing spot at Camp Jupiter. He felt Elias' head stir in his lap, the female camper finally waking up from passing out.

Callus took the pack of Twizzlers from JC and ripped it open, lowering the wrapper to Elias' eye level. He lightly shook the bag before saying, "Have some, they're really good." A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he pulled one from the pack and bit into it, the other end hanging loosely. He glanced at JC, who was also gnawing on his own snackable, and flashed him an award-winning smile.

When Elias had said that she'd roll off his lap, Callus immediately protested. "What, no no no. You're probably still weak from the fire." The older male looked at the other guy, "JC, come on man we gotta get her to the infirmary. Get a stretcher or something!" He started to get up slumping back down, a heavy fuzzy feeling setting on his shoulders.

JC shuddered a bit, either the sugar rush had started to settle or it was the strain from empowering his harmony aura just a few levels higher. Sit back down, hotshot. We're not going anywhere until all this is finished. I wouldn't want this to go to waste! The sweets-lover had heard the Roman camper but didn't respond, hoping that his harmonic abilities would do the dirty work.

After a few minutes, the evening mist had started to settle. Whenever JC would reach for an unopened candy pack, his jeans would get soaked by dew. He did not like the feeling of soggy jeans. Something about the cold, wet, and roughness of his attire just sent chills up his spine. Or was that just the cold winds?

Callus cast a sympathetic look at JC, noticing the shiver in his shoulders. Awwww no, I can't not do anything, look at the poor kid! He's literally shaking. "JC, come on man, we gotta go. You look extremely cold and Elias needs to get rest."

JC looked up at the older guy, a shocked expression on his face as he wondered how the hell did his harmony aura not work? Well, technically it did. It just made him care hard enough to notice my shivering.

JC heaved a slightly disappointed, but defeated sigh. "Fine..." before he realized that it was dinnertime. "Oh my god yes! Off to the camp, we go~!"

[/I][/B]

coded by weldherwings.

 

[lvcid]

dexter & forrest

For a split second, Forrest's vision went black, but as he fell, he was vaguely aware of a set of hands grabbing him before he could crash against the rocks' surface. He heard a familiar voice, too, telling him not to sleep. Forrest forced his eyes open. He blinked a couple of times, and, with some difficulty, at last succeeded in getting them focused enough to make out his good friend Jasper, the son of Apollo. Forrest managed a weak smile. "Oh, hey, buddy," he said.

Leaning against Jasper, Forrest felt the son of Apollo shift and, in his dazed state, realized that Jasper was trying to get them out of the line of danger. Forrest was so tired that he would've been perfectly content to just let Jasper drag him along behind, and for a while, he did, but Forrest could tell this was posing a problem for his friend. Jasper asked him to work with him, and Forrest looked down at his legs, wondering why walking was suddenly so hard. Given his exhaustion, it felt like he was trying to walk across the bottom of a pool. At last, though, Forrest managed to muster up the strength to put one foot in front of the other, and although it wasn't enough to match Jasper's hurried gait, it was something.

The going was tough, but they managed to stumble to safety unscathed. Forrest's head lolled to the side as he peered at Jasper. "Thanks, man," he said. "I was almost scorpion food back there."

Almost was more than Dex could say. Her bat's flames extinguished as the lighter fluid within it ran dry. There wasn't much she could do against the scorpions now, so she turned on her heel and ran towards the edge of the woods. She was nearly there when she felt a sudden sharp pain in her leg and she looked down to see one of the pests on her thigh. She swatted it away but it was too late. Her knees buckled as she dropped to the forest floor in agony, the scorpion's venom coursing through her veins. She tried to call out, but when she opened her mouth, no noise escaped. At least, she didn't think any had, but then again, the sounds of her fellow campers screaming in the distance had all been reduced to a ringing hum in her ears. She tried to get to her feet, but found that her limbs no longer reacted to her will. Dex managed to roll over, and as she stared up at the treetops, she saw them melt together before her eyes. She blinked to clear her vision but to no avail. She blinked again, thinking to herself, "This is how I die." And then, darkness.

location

somewhere in the woods

mood

very stressed, in pain

outfit

ctf gear

tags

jasper izayoiix

coded by natasha.

 

[Tonkatsu]

Aurum

golden boy

One minute felt like forever as Aurum anxiously waited for a response from Izzie. Thankfully, the little girl (admittedly, not much younger than he is) responded almost immediately with a somewhat nervous tone. "I'm good!" she yelled, a shakiness evident in her tone. She wasted no time being fearful, however, as the daughter of Hypnos quickly climbed her way down the tree that was supposed to be her post. Marissa was gone anyway, so Izzie being closer to Aurum didn't break any rules.

The girl darted her way through the soil as if it were an ice rink, but she stumbled in a way Aurum found almost endearing. "Watch out!" He exclaimed, though a bit late. For a moment, Aurum thought of himself as a Tyche offspring as his remark helped Izzie get through the mines (it was probably Izzie's brain and effort, but shh).

"So, what d-" Aurum stopped speaking, interrupted by the sudden change of fauna. Several scorpions appeared behind Izzie, their claws lurching into the ground as they rapidly approached. Their clucking sound wasn't the most unsettling thing about them, though, as Aurum realized they were not ordinary scorpions. Pit scorpions, like the one he was informed before. The reason Marissa ran off, even. "Oh, gods," Izzie added. Before having to look what was behind them, Aurum understood right away- they were surrounded by pit scorpions.

Fighting with a large number of hellspawns wasn't going to be easy. Luckily for them, they were technically defending as three. Marissa's mines were scattered across the ground, and both of them remember vividly where they were individually placed. Aurum was a master of making plans, but with such a short time window, making use of the mines was the only thing he could come up with. "Let's honor Rissa. These mines.. make sure one mine at least blow two scorpions up. Distract them, I don't know, do something!" His ring grew two deadly prongs made of celestial bronze, and Aurum concentrated his might of Ladon into his feet and fists. Having the might and speed to keep up these creatures should be helpful.. so he decided. If he remembered correctly, Izzie should be able to make anyone drowsy, but he didn't know if the power would work on pit scorpions. In the end, he darted off hoping for the best to happen. En garde!

forest end

nervous

blue outfit

incandescent [ mentioned : izayoiix ]

coded by natasha.

 

[incandescent]

announcement

despite the campers’ efforts to fend for themselves and their friends, the pit scorpions only seemed to grow stronger and flightier as the chaos went by. it wouldn’t have taken too long before one could manage to sink their venom into one of the demigods dispersed throughout the burning woods.

it happened to be the lucky daughter of hades who caught herself on the receiving end of one of the scorpions’ stingers. dex’s body promptly fell onto the soil, motionless amidst the chaos of the panicking campers running to her aid. before most people could even realize what was happening, the forest ground seemed to tremble once again as the stung demigod sank to the floor, just as it had only a few minutes ago. the scorpions scattered across the forest hissed in unison, pausing in their tracks as if all at once.

a few seconds of violent thrashing fell by before the pit scorpions dispersed in swarms, quickly retreating from their groups, back to where they had first arrived: the clearing in the woods, where the closed pit seemed to briskly reopen. the hundred pit scorpions crawled back inside in hordes, and as soon as the last one had made it inside, the void in the ground closed up again, as if it had never been there in the first place.

the rumbling ceased just as the scorpions had, and the sound of chiron’s horn rang through the forest grounds. the game was officially over.

the dryads barely left a second to spare at the sudden ringing before they rushed into the woods from the outskirts, quickly pushing through the crowd of campers surrounding dex. they couldn’t waste a moment, hurriedly carrying the unconscious demigod onto a stretcher after one of them tried to get some nectar into her system- they had less than a minute before the venom now coursing through her veins could crowd her nerves, killing her if they couldn’t make it on time.

as the dryads quickly whisked dex away to the big house infirmary, the campers huddled in the woods were left to their own devices. the game was officially over and the scorpions, mysteriously, had disappeared out of nowhere.

DIRECTIVES
game over; campers should exit the forest grounds and get to safety.​

between a crucifix and a hollywood sign, we decided to get heard

 

[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Andreja Lavov

Daughter of Dionysus

Maybe this was hell. Maybe she had died and, somehow, this was her own personal hell. What could Andreja possibly have done in her short life to deserve this? The impact must have killed her because now she was hobbling with Mari's support and there were two of her least favorite things: fire and bugs. Pit scorpions to be exact, but bugs nonetheless. In a normal capture the flag game, the ground did not split open and expel hundreds of poisonous monsters. In her post-capture the flag hell - or at the very least, purgatory - it would make sense that something like this happened. While the healing blood worked its magic, Andreja's brain felt like absolute goo. The madness manipulator was herself delirious; what a turn of events. The best she could manage physically was to hobble around and, mentally, she was not there. Instead, she felt like she was viewing this whole scenario from outside her body. She was a spectator in hell.

The daughter of Dionysus simply watched as Mari defended the both of them against scorpions. If Andreja was a soul stuck in purgatory, Mari was her angel. Considering her short life, she thought to herself that, in the end, Mari wasn't half bad. Sure, they sort of got off on the wrong foot, but by the end of it here they were: they'd fought together pretty well and now Mari was saving her from those repulsive demons. Maybe she'd put in a good word for the girl when she reached the Judgement Pavilion of the Underworld. Thinking about it now, she sort of doubted she'd even get much judgement passed on her. She hadn't done much good or bad in her own life, so maybe she was headed to the Fields of Asphodel. All her deeds seemed insignificant. Her life was unimpressive. If her dad put in a good word, she might pass to Elysium, if Hades was in a particularly good mood - if she dropped that she was friends with his daughter, that would probably help. Reja gave herself a mental pat on the back for getting on Dex's good side. It looked like it might pay off.

Had seconds passed? Hours? Days? Time was an illusion in hell. The screaming of her fellow campers hit her ears as a dull roar. The chaos was impressive. She felt sort of useless from not contributing to the fighting. Her fingers twitched. Oh? She was still connected to this mortal plane? Or maybe she was just capable of putting up a fight in purgatory. She willed plants to grow, her fingers guiding them. She spotted a couple pit scorpions and put it to work: vines spontaneously grew from underneath them and wrapped around their disgusting little bodies, and, as Andreja closed her hand into a fist, they were strangled. Operation Scorpion Strangler was a go. As many times as she could, the injured brunette continued the same pattern of movements. Find. Capture. Strangle. Find. Capture. Strangle. All of the sudden, the tide seemed to turn in their favor for a reason unbeknownst to Andreja. Maybe, by showing her will to keep fighting, Hades had decided to take her out of purgatory and send her back to reality. Maybe this was her second chance at life. The angels blew their horns and she felt her soul reunite with her body. Or maybe the healing was really kicking in and her brain was coming out of its delirium. It’s hard to tell, really.

Andreja spotted a stretcher with a strikingly familiar figure in it. God damn it, Dex. How am I supposed to use you as a bargaining chip with your dad in the Underworld if you die first? She grit her teeth and used the tree as a support to stand back up, then started hobbling towards the camp with the rest of the campers. Safety was right around the corner. She couldn't wait to get into the infirmary and down some nectar already. She guessed the main issue was a bruised or fractured rib and a concussion, judging by the pained breathing and monstrous headache she was enduring. There would've probably been worse injuries if she hadn't gotten the healing blood, thanks to Mari. As a half-blood, these felt like routine injuries that could be fixed with a little rest and healing magic. Up ahead of her, blue eyes locked on an easily recognizable figure. A smile curled the edges of her lips as she called out to them. "Hey! You mind helping me back to camp?" It was obvious she needed a little support to get back to the infirmary in one piece. "Don't worry. You should see the other guy - he got turned into a rabbit last I saw," she assured them with a wink. Still, she was wincing in between breaths. That rib issue was definitely annoying for someone who loved to talk. "Any idea what happened back there?"

on her way out of the forest

maybe a little delirious

red team gear

tags: Uxie [mentioned] @ whoever [interacted]

coded by natasha.

 

[Hugh Flynn]

jirochi zhao

eat less sugar, you're sweet enough already

Maaaagic goblets that fill up to the brim with aaaaaanything you want~ Dinner was obviously JC's favorite part of your normal camp day. What was he doing wandering his mindscape thinking about food? Well, the son of Harmonia had offered to help Callus carry Elias, but not having a stretcher just made his offer an inconvenience rather than a convenience. Hence, his Roman friend carried the gal whilst JC had a dandy little nature hike with a bag o' marshmallows. His happy little mood was disrupted for a second, replaced by angst and worry when one of his fellow campers came hobbling up to the trio.

"Andreja! Oh my god, are you okay? You didn't get stung?"
JC rushed up to the daughter of the wine god, akin to a worried mother rushing to her injured child. The sugar-rushed teen fumbled around Andreja, assessing her wounds and conditions. He had noticed the limp in her step and her haggled breathing, but other than that he didn't see anything dangerous. "Here, hold this," he tossed the bag of marshmallows he was holding, spilling white sugar puffs everywhere as he frantically felt for his bracelets. He turned around, eyes locking onto Callus and Elias' wrists sporting both his bracelets. "Fireboy!" he gestured towards his wrist, asking for the bracelet. Callus shook off the bracelet and tossed it to JC, who turned back to Andreja with a triumphant look on his face.

"Lemme just patch you up real quick, then we'll get you to the infirmary." He tossed his bracelet to Andreja, waving his hand to have it latch onto her wrist. He then snapped his fingers, hopefully healing whatever wounds his friend had sustained. Taking one arm over his shoulder, he allowed her to shift his weight onto him as they walked.

"Oh boy, I have no idea what's going on at all. Ima tell you what I do know just as soon as I get you all set up in the infirmary."

Oh yeah... Infirmary duty. Dammit. Dinner will have to wait.

mood: concerned| location: camp hb's woods | outfit: blue team gear | tags:

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Heterological]

flint yorker

the smarter you get, the less you speak

Flint was getting exhausted. Constantly fighting against tiny machines of death was not fun. If he lowered his guard at all, he'd probably be killed.

Suddenly real flames popped up in front of them. Flint staggered back, surprised at the suddenness of it all. Smoke wafted into the air, and he backed up a few paces, deciding to steer clear of it all. He continued shooting scorpions with Comet, and at such a close distance, he didn't miss.

"Guys... Stay away from the smoke!" Syrena shouted.

He was going to retort something but decided to focus instead. Flint didn't have the magical ability to set fire to everything nearby. He just had his own wits and skills, nothing else.

A scorpion jumped up in front of him, and he shot it inches away from his face. That was a close one. Focusing on the battle once again, Flint continued shooting, keeping the scorpions well at bay with Comet. Whenever he had to reload they came, and fast. He managed to shoot them pretty easily.

Syrena shouted once again, "We should try herding them!"

What do you mean, "we?" You're the only one with that kind of power here.

He kept silent, slowly backing away from the creek, getting ready to run whenever they got overwhelmed.

There was a sudden commotion in the fire. Victor popped out, swords slashing, cutting down a scorpion. He was blistered and his hair was smoking, and Flint welcomed the help with open arms, stepping back more since there was a new person to fight.

Victor took out two more scorpions before grinning at them and saying, "You called for an exterminator?"

Flint replied, "Yes, but not a madman."

He fought for a few more minutes in continued silence before a hissing noise came from every single scorpion. Taking the opportunity, he rested for a few seconds, lowering Comet and getting ready for whatever was coming next.

All at once, all the scorpions turned around and fled. Flint didn't follow. Instead, he turned around, heading towards the direction of the Big House. There was a reason that the scorpions had run away, and it wasn't anything good. Walking slowly, he put Comet into its holster and sighed. Someone had gotten hurt. Hopefully, they didn't die.

exhausted | woods | red team gear | cleopatraa Uxie Iamthemanfish

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Uxie]

mood

tired bruh moment

location

the woods, by the creek

outfit

a red shirt tucked into dark jeans + a pair of worn out vans

mentions

everyone

interactions

syrena, flint, victor

tags

Heterological cleopatraa Iamthemanfish

mari akamine

daughter of hecate

it was an absolute mess, to say the least, and mari spent most of the time shooting out zaps of magic in the general direction of the creepy-crawlies, though it seemed like the swarm was endless. for every scorpion she turned into mist, five more appeared to replace it. flint had given her no direction other than for syrena to "tank it with her fire", who had did just that. she'd started a new blaze in place of flint's now-absent illusion, and mari was starting to notice a trend; perhaps syrena was doing it out of delight rather than necessity, but she was never one to question hobbies, even if they were borderline illegal and very, very destructive.

"guys, stay away from the smoke!" didn't have to tell her twice. mari darted back from the growing flames, threatening to lick at her shoes and set the fabric ablaze, her arm coming up to cover her mouth while her other hand shot a projectile towards a scorpion that had gotten just a little too close for comfort. in a poof of purple, the scorpion was frozen in place, its stinger twitching ever so slightly, and mari took the opportunity to land a good kick against its head, sending it flying through the flames back to the rest of its friends. her face twisted into a look of disgust as she wiped her shoe on the grass beneath her, then continued her retreat. "we should try herding them!"

she considered the prospect, wondering how she'd go around doing something like that. there was enough heat in the air by now, so... water? she was no zayne, but she could be david blaine. time to flood the river half-blood—

her concentration hadn't even gathered before victor came barrelling through the fire like a truck that had gone out of control, wearing a grin befitting of a psychopath. he might as well have been one, though seeing as cassius had done the same thing, maybe it was just something big boys liked doing. she was impressed. "you called for an exterminator?"

"a madman is very welcome!" mari called back in response to flint's remark, a small smile playing on her lips. the reprieve was brief, though, as the ground began trembling ominously while the scorpions hissed. all of them, in unison, like a morbid little choir, and mari tensed up instinctively, ready to defend herself in case they merged into a godzilla scorpion, or something of the sort. the opposite happened, and her eyes widened as she watched them scurry back towards the chasm they'd come from. her shoulders relaxed as the last stinger disappeared down the hole and the earth's wound closed itself right back up. what the fuck?

she glanced around at the demigods she'd been fighting with, though she was sure none of them knew any better as to what had just happened than she did. there were cries in the distance, and she grabbed a camper zipping past her by the arm, stopping them in their tracks. "what's going on?" he gave a furtive glance behind her at where the scorpions had come from, clearly frazzled.

"someone got hurt. we're all supposed to head back to camp now." her grip loosened and he darted off again. flint seemed to set off too without even a goodbye, not that she particularly cared for any of his farewells, and she looked back at syrena and victor. mari wondered who got hurt, and how those pit scorpions had even wound up here, but it wasn't like she'd receive an answer from any of them. wordlessly, she gestured towards the camp with a nod of her head and set off. maybe she'd find out over dinner.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Andreja Lavov

Daughter of Dionysus

Seeing JC's face contorted in worry almost made Andreja want to apologize for getting injured. It was strange to see that happy-go-lucky kid without a smile on his face. So, she shook her head and tried to reassure him that it was really not as bad as it looked, but before she could even get so many words out, he was throwing his bag of marshmallows at her and scrambling to find something. Well, she couldn't really complain about the marshmallows. Thanks to her demigod reflexes, the bag was easy to catch, though it did almost throw her off balance. Andreja caught herself at the last second - falling to the ground over a bag of marshmallows would have been incredibly embarrassing, to say the least. The brunette popped one into her mouth, the softness and the sugar almost comforting her in these trying times. Hearing JC call out to 'fireboy,' the girl couldn't help but smirk. She enjoyed calling Callus by anything other than his given name. Callum. Carter. Cameron. Carl. Really, anything starting with a C would work for her. She was always trying to push the limits on how ridiculously off she could be from his name. To make things fun, she'd even call him Cassius now and again and pretend she just couldn't help mixing them up since they were just soooo similar.

When she saw Camden holding a girl in his arms, she squinted to make out who it was. Elias? She made a mental note to talk to Trish later as they seemed a little too close right there. Sure, she was injured and all, but she seemed a little too comfortable. If it were anyone else, Andreja would have already started the rumor mill up just for her own entertainment. But, since she was Trish's sister, Elias got a pass. The last thing she wanted to do was upset Trish over something that could be totally trivial. Best to let one twin warn the other about appearances. Soon enough, JC had found what he was looking for... a friendship bracelet?

"Is now really the time for that? I mean, we're, um, friends and all, but I don't think we need a bracelet to prove it at a time like---" Andreja cut off when the bracelet started working its magic. Healing magic, that is. As the warm feeling rushed over her, she got light headed. Thankfully, JC was there to support her when she started to wobble. They were pretty close in heights, so the fit was pretty good. They made their way towards the infirmary and the daughter of Dionysus saw a few familiar faces joining her. It seemed she wasn't the only one looking like she was on the brink. She spotted a chair next to one of the beds. "You can probably just toss me on one of those. I don't think I need a whole bed; leave that for one of these other guys. A little ambrosia and some rest and I'll be good as new."

As she settled down, she motioned for JC to come closer. "So... what's up with fireboy and lucky girl?" she asked, making sure to be very quiet. There was a mischievous glint in her eye, a bit of curiosity. Always a gossip first, even in the most dire of situations. Reja doubted JC would know anything juicy, but she had to ask. Then, she leaned back, the sensitive information passing. "You said you'd tell me what you know?" she asked, referring to what he'd said before they'd gotten settled in. With what he could do healing-wise, she guessed they'd have JC working other patients in the infirmary as soon as she was done with him. Suddenly, she remembered the bag of marshmallows. She held them up with a grin. "I'll give these back to you if you tell me something good."

infirmary

tired, but curious

red team gear

tags: Hugh Flynn [interacted] Totorokoro [mentioned]

coded by natasha.