[hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=red]Talon[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://i.gifer.com/4P8o.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Elias [@Metztli][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Coward. [i]A locked door. A darkened room- no light, the globe taken long ago, the windows tinted so dark it was virtually impossible to see out of. A small boy, curled up in the corner, shaking, hands over his ears. Yelling. Screaming. Hatred. A small boy, trying to ignore the shadows in the dark. He was cold, hungry... he hurt from the blows...[/i] Talon wrenched himself away from the memory, shaking violently as if he were scrawny, cold and scared once more. The man who had, supposedly, been his father yelling at him as he struggled to withstand the blows- telling him to be a man, to fight back, to not be a... a... Coward. His heart beat fast as if he were that terrified little kid again. Never. Never again. There was Elais, wanting them to talk things out ,as if that would fucking help. As if that would fucking change everything. He shook his head, not caring about anything, not caring about whatever the fuck crusty old Mr D was talking about. It didn't matter to him. Nothing did. He tore his gaze away from Elias's once more- why the fuck the older boy wanted to fucking force him into spilling his guts, he didn't know. [color=red]"You don't care. You just don't want to lose the stupid counsellor position."[/color] He was tired. He turned away, not entirely sure if he was injured or not. Not really caring. He'd had worse. [color=red]"NO one fucking cares- it's all about fucking power. That's all everyone fucking cares about."[/color] He shook his head, clenching his hands. He didn't want to be there- but he knew Elias would just follow him. There wasn't anywhere else to go. [hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=firebrick]Kalinda[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://thumbs.gfycat.com/SlushySpotlessBuzzard-small.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] [/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Kalinda barely spared a glance for Dioynsus or Chiron. Their announcement wouldn't help Octavia- or Talon, but she doubted the latter would let her do anything for some time. And the former might not either. There was blood- she knew there would have been. Scooping up Chaos, she plopped the ferret into a pocket so she couldn't get up to any mischief- the damn ferret would be red for ages if she played around in the blood. Shifting, Kalinda let her gaze roam over Octavia. Everything else could wait- she needed to make sure the girl hadn't done serious damage to her back. It was a pretty decent fall, and add Talon's weight to it... Kalinda sighed, her gaze flicking over to Chiron and Dionysus. That stupid dove. And Erin? That was laughable. The girl rarely left her cabin. Sighing once more, Kalinda turned her attention back to the injured girl. [color=firebrick]"You really think Aphrodite gives a shit about a little thing as a camper not leaving the camp? They've chosen their victim. Erin has seven days, there isn't any fucking point arguing about it with Mr D and Chiron. They know it's bullshit. Let me do my job, so we can get this shit sorted."[/color] [hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=limegreen]Pierre[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d3d702089c3fa6ac2b63e69b3c65b41e/tumblr_ny3nrytOIf1txaqq4o2_250.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Byrnn, briefly[@Moro] [/sup][/center] [hr][hr] He hadn't given it a thought. He'd just snatched the ring, taken the chance when it had been given to him. Was it a smart decision? Pierre wasn't so sure. He didn't mind being underestimated- didn't mind being seen as a bit of an underdog. Perhaps the best thing to be in the camp, and indeed around the Gods was incompetent. Oh, he liked showing what he could do, but... keeping a little bit back... He sighed. Too late to change anything. And he wasn't sure if he would if it were possible. Either way... His gaze drifted to Brynn as she spoke to him. A smile drifted across his features, and he shrugged- until his attention was torn to Dionysus and Chiron. Frowning slightly, he climbed down the tower, leaping down to the next platform, and the next until he could climb down the rope ladder to the bottom. Idly, he glanced around, his gaze moving through the crowd, unable to help but feel a sense of foreboding. Whatever was happening... he doubted things would be the same. At the uproar, Pierre's gaze moved to those that were more vocal then the others. He shifted, not entirely sure what they were meant to do. But there was no point being angry at Chiron or Dioynsus. Neither were responsible- they were the messengers. That was all. He had no doubt that they had fought for Erin's innocence. [color=limegreen]"What are the stipulations of the quest?"[/color] He asked, shifting towards Chiron and Dionysus. [color=limegreen]"Or... does she not know yet? How... how can we help her?"[/color] Questions. Questions were important- they'd get more out of questions then anger, then outbursts. Quests always had requirements. Restrictions on who could help and who couldn't. That was what they needed to know. And just because some couldn't go on the quests, didn't mean they couldn't do anything. If they had answers... they could do [i]something[/i]. [color=yellow]"Who accused her?"[/color] Pierre's gaze flickered to Niesha as the daughter of Athena spoke. The question could be dangerous, and they might not get an answer to it, but it was a good question. Perhaps if they knew that, they could figure out who might want to undermine Hades power. [hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=2e3192]Imogen[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/210306a60d3cf7ea8bfb44b729cf87d8/tumblr_p2d1bttbNd1uyvvuio3_400.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b]Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b]Jake [@Avanhelsing] [/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Imogen couldn't help but smile and give a soft laugh- not at Jake, just at the whole situation. Sometimes the way campers came here was just downright uncanny. And yet, she was sure that they had all, at one point or another, thought they were crazy before coming here, before finding answers- and perhaps even after finding them. Knowing what you were... knowing you had a godly parent... it didn't come with all the answers, sadly. [color=2e3192]"No, you aren't crazy. You're as sane as the rest of us."[/color] She said softly, [color=2e3192]"I don't mind questions. I like being able to help people."[/color] She said quite truthfully, before smiling once more.[color=2e3192]"The ocean is, perhaps, the most interesting place on earth. To me, at least. I don't think that's just because of my father... it's just who I am."[/color] She said, before frowning as he spoke of the sword,[color=2e3192]"I.. perhaps Mr D or Chiron will have answers to that. But... "[/color] Her voice trailed off, and she stopped walking, staring at him. [color=2e3192]"A lightening bolt."[/color] Imogen paused a moment, processing. [color=2e3192]"I'd say that means your father has claimed you. Congratulations, Son of Zeus."[/color] Her attention was drawn towards the tower, to the commotion going on there, and for a moment she grew stiff, listening intensely . [color=2e3192]"That is the shit hitting the fan."[/color] She said softly, starting to walk again. [color=2e3192]"You'll have to speak with Mister Dionysus, and Chiron about things... but perhaps after this meeting is dealt with... "[/color]