[hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=yellow]Niesha[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://i.gifer.com/EpHU.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Sam [@Blackmist16][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Niesha wasn't even sure if it was [i]guilty until proven innocent.[/i] This was more... more like manipulation. Her gaze shifted to the sky, towards Mount Olympus, as if she could see it. This was... Who would want to move against Hades, Guardian of the dead? She sighed softly, there were too many questions, not enough answers. She doubted, however, that Hades would stand aside and let Erin be killed if it came to that- and therefore, a war would be started. Was that what they wanted, a war? Even if Hades stood aside, let it happen... she doubted the other campers would just stand aside. Either way, if Erin failed, it would mean war. Of that, Niesha was certain. [color=fff000]"Yeah. That's how the saying goes. I don't think it ever works that way though. Somehow, one way or another... you lose something. Are we going to lose a fellow camper, someone that's one of us? Maybe. If- no, [i]when[/i] she succeeds... I don't think anything will be the same again. Were we foolish, to think that history wouldn't repeat itself? Or just blind to the possibility?"[/color] she realised she was thinking out loud, using Sam as a sounding board. She shook her head, sighing once more, before she gave him another smile. He was genuinely unique, and just genuine all round. It was hard not to respond to his laugher, with anything but joy in return. [color=fff000]"Not so much that I could tell... just I've had a lot of practice reading people. Michael is is a silent thinker too."[/color] She said, giving a small shrug, [color=fff000]"But if people want to think its mystic power, I won't stop them."[/color] Her tone bright, playful, quite clearly an attempt at a joke. [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] Lake, Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Valeria, [@Rodiak][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Valeria seemed troubled- but then, who wasn't at this camp? He picked up another stone thoughtfully. He didn't think... hadn't thought... that she'd be one to take her anger out on inantimate objects. Not like him. Wathced her as she gathered rocks, Talon absently picked up another rock, running his thumb over the smooth surface of it- and the one rough edge. He watched as she tried to immiate what he had done, but the rocks she had gathered... but none of them were really suited to skipping stones. He watched her throw it, watched as it skipped once or twice, before sinking. It was a fair effort, but not the best. [color=red]"It works best with a smooth stone, not to big, not too light."[/color] he said, casting about for another stone, picking it on, letting his thumb run over it, satisfied with it. He held it out to her, and when she took it, he turned back to the lake. [color=red]"You have to hold it just right. Middle finger and thumb pinching it, with your index along the edge of it."[/color] He shook his head, shifting into the right stance again, middle finger and thumb once more gripping it before he threw the stone, not too hard- this was one thing you couldn't do in anger. Ironic, really. Skipping stones was peaceful, and it couldn't be done properly in anger. You needed to be calm, collected, and throw it just right. His stone skipped across the surface, the [i]Wha-omp[/i] of the stone hitting water, in a sound rhythm, was almost relaxing. [color=red]"And then you just... throw it, in a whip like motion. It needs a bit of force, but you can't throw it with everything you have. It just needs enough of a throw to get it going."[/color] He explained softly, watching the stone until it lost its momentum. [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][@Vicier] [/sup][/center] [hr][hr] The Ares children- most of them at least- were always a pain in the ass to deal with when healing. And they all, one way or another, succumbed to the anger. It could be days, weeks, months, but eventually... the anger washed over them. Why must they hit hard objects? Why must they make her job that much harder? It wasn't going to change, but for fuck sake, why couldn't they just smash something that wasn't quite so fucking hard. And Octovia had a way of making it seem like it was Kalinda's fault that she was hurt, and having to be subject to treatment. Well, Kalinda wasn't weak. She wouldn't back down, meeting Octavia's gaze, her own gaze just over everything. The other girl didn't even give her a chance to suggest going somewhere else, marching off towards the infirmary. Well, so be it. Kalinda shifted, checking on Chaos but the ferret didn't seem too phased about her hasty drop into her jacket pocket. She followed after Octavia, shaking her head slightly, already preparing a mental list of what she'd need to do. She'd have to pay the piper, so to speak. She hated forming hymns, you had to be careful. And she still maintained that Apollo had them doing hymns for his own amusement. She moved over to a sink when she reached the Infirmary, waving a hand for Octavia to sit on one of the unoccupied beds. Washing her hands thoroughly, she dried them carefully, putting gloves on- and in seconds had gathered a few supplies.[color=firebrick]"I can probably deal with any injured bones, and depending on how much you have hurt everything else... well, we shall see what I can do."[/color]