[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] She... she wasnt mad. Talon easnt sure why she wasn't... everyone else seemed to be... He flicked a glance to Valeria, grimacing slightly as he saw her pick up the stone he had dropped, his blood on it. He knew he was a mess- he simply didn't care. It wasn't as if it truly mattered, anyway. Valeria seemed to be... niave. He sighed softly as she spoke, not even sure how to respond to her. He had tried... for a few minutes, things [i]had[/i] been okay. He wasn't even sure how. It had just been skipping rocks... she'd been having fun- he could see that and he... he sighed. [color=red]"For ruining the...the moment, I guess."[/color] he started to say, before she reached out to take his hand. Talon flinched as she touched him, for one brief moment closing his eyes tight, waiting for a blow that didn't come. Was she messing with him, playing some sort of joke? Talon opened his eyes slowly. She... she hadn't gone to hit him? Unnerved, Talon struggled for a moment to figure out what was going on. Her touch was gentle, and it baffled him. Why.... what... he was so confused. Why was she helping him, what did she want? As he brought his troubled gaze to her, Talon shuddered. She... she didn't appear to want anything more than to see him healed... it was... he couldn't fathom it... everyone wanted something. Except she seemed genuinely pleased to have healed him. [color=red]"W-why?"[/color] [center][img]https://thumbs.gfycat.com/SlushySpotlessBuzzard-small.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Infirmary-Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b][@Vicier] Vivian, [@metanoia], Zane [@Theyra][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Kalinda had no doubt that even the Morpheus kids would wake at Vivian's screaming, but it was apart of what made Vivian, well, Vivian. [color=firebrick]"I'd say inside vocie, but well... it's okay."[/color] she said, in that still lighter like tone, and it was clear Kalinda was, even slightly, different with her siblings, or at least, with Vivian. Vivian was just so... you couldn't help but like her. She shifted so she could watch her sister with a bit more ease, listening as she spoke. Was the intensity of Vivian's vision anything to do with what had happened with Erin? Kalinda hadn't really thought about it too much- she'd been too focused on getting Octavia healed to really listen to the annoucement that Dionysus and Chiron had made. She was, however, certain that it was all bullshit. And she knew that if they could have, Dionysus and Chiron would have put a stop to it. They were both, however, limited in what they could do. It didn't mean that they wouldn't try their best to protect Erin, and the rest of the camp, from the wrath of any of the other Gods. She shook her head slightly, as if doing so could wipe her brain of any other distracting thoughts like an etch-a-sketch, and brought her attention back to Vivian. It would be a massive coincidence if her vision wasn't connected to the annoucement, the quest. [color=firebrick]"Visions are never easy- and they shouldn't be, are you hurt anywhere?"[/color] she asked, flicking a glance to Zane and back to Vivian, not wanting to force Vivian to share the details of the vision if she didn't wish to. [color=firebrick]"How bad was it?"[/color] [hr][hr] [center][h1][color=limegreen]Pierre[/color][/h1] [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d3d702089c3fa6ac2b63e69b3c65b41e/tumblr_ny3nrytOIf1txaqq4o2_250.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With: Brynn [@Moro] Corona [@Zenritch] [/b][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Pierre still wasn't sure if it had been a mistake or not to take advantage of the others distraction. Would people think it was just a fluke, or would they see him as a real challenge? Not that he thought there should be such rivially between the campers- oh, there were the competitions, but in reality, they had to have each others backs. Especially against their parents. If today had proven anything, it proved that their Godly parents would use them as pawns, in one way or another. Pierre looked down at the idol, letting his mind drift- it was often good at that, dealing with the many thoughts his distracted brain could pick up throughout a short time. Erin. Not exactly a friend, but also not exactly just aquantences. Despite the lack of genetic DNA, they [i]were[/i] family. Pierre let the idol fall back to his side, still a little perturbed by the fact he had won. It was going to come back and bite him in the ass, he knew it. He had no doubt that one of the others would try and throw a party for his winni- His body reacted before he could even think, stepping to the side, turning slightly so that he didn't hit Brynn or Corona as he nearly walked into them, his body having just slipped into auto-piloit as his mind travelled in several directions at once. [color=limegreen]"Oh, Brynn, Corona-, je suis désolé - je ne regardais pas où j'allais"[/color] His brain automatically went to his native language, not entirely certain Corona could speak French, his mind , [color=limegreen]"I-sorry. I should watch where I'm going. Are you guys okay?"[/color] [hider=translation][i]Oh, Brynn, je suis désolé - je ne regardais pas où j'allais[/i]= Oh, Brynn, I'm sorry- wasn't watching where I was going[/hider]