[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] Talon shook his head, looking away, across the water of the lake as she grabbed his other hand. There didn't seem to be a way that he could stop her. [color=red]"It will still be my fault."[/color] he said softly. It always was, one way or another. They'd think the whole thing was his fault. He went to say something else, but then she reached up and his hands once more clenched into fists- his stomach did a quick flip-flop, but he tried to keep his reaction to a minimum as it became clear that she wasn't going to hit him. His heart still sped up, his breathing rapid, and he closed his eyes tightly once more. She spoke of pain. It didn't really matter to him, pain was just that. Pain. He'd long grown accustomed to it, and his body, tense... He shook his head, and tried to keep his voice steady as he said softly [color=red]"I'm use to taking a hit."[/color] his voice might have quivered, but he didn't notice, looking back out over the water. He didn't know why she was doing this, what she wanted... and he couldn't help but wonder what was going, what she might do to him. What any of them might do to him. [color=red]"Thank you... I... "[/color] but what else could he say? There really wasn't anything else to say, and he sighed. [color=red]I'm alright."[/color] he was probably still a mess, but he didn't really care. He didn't want to go back to the cabin, What would be the point? [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 shrugged, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck sheepisly, [color=limegreen]"Just thinking about things."[/color] he said softly, hesitating, gaze goign to the Idol when she seemed to look to her, suddenly wishing more than anything he hadn't grabbed the thing. There wasn't anyway to change what had happened... [color=limegreen]"It's been a bit of a day... "[/color] He flicked a glance to Corona, [color=limegreen]"You could start with Prince. He's small. And gently."[/color] He offered, giving a small shrug, [color=limegreen]"He's good with Adeline"[/color] He hesitated, glancing back to the idol, [color=limegreen]"I shouldn't have grabbed it... everyone else was distracted and I just... snatched it up."[/color] What was he even meant to do with it? He'd have to at least make a show of defending his 'title' next time the course happened. He pushed those thoughts out his mind- or at least to the back of it- before he could get distracted again. What was Corona talking about? He listened to the words, frowning slightly. A project? But why did she wish to hide it from everyone? He watched her a moment as she spoke, thoughtful. [color=limegreen]"Well, I'm not likely to tell anyone."[/color] He said, although he was certain people would ask him why he'd grabbed the idol, or just talk about it... He was generally good at keep things that shouldn't be spoken off secret. Except with Adeline... she always seemed to know when he was lying. [color=limegreen]"I won't tell anyone."[/color] [center][h1][color=007236]Michael[/color][/h1] [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/936dad79c353572f9f047b1ea023ea87/tumblr_inline_p7kgowzgjs1rqq37j_400.gif[/img] [hr][hr] [b]Location:[/b] Infirmary-Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b][@Vicier] Adeline[/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Michael watched everyone slowly leaving the stands and the tower grounds, sitting back down- unable to help but still fell self-conscious about his outburst. Moe rested his big head on one of Michael's knees, and he lay a hand on the big dogs head, scratching him behind the ear just like he liked. [color=007236]"I... I d-don't k-know w-wuh-whats g-going on."[/color] He said softly to the dog, who just gave him a doggy grin. Michael watched the other campers, deep in thought. A quest like this... MIchael was certain nothing good could come of it, even if... no, when... Erin completed it, found the dove... Michael was certain that it wouldn't be the victory everyone seemed to think it was. Well, there wasn't much he could do- Erin was better of with the otehrs who had already gone aster her. It wasn't like he could add anything to it... just be another person for her to deal with. Rising when just about everyone had left the stands, Michael led Moe down them, the big dog happily trotting along. He should find Niesha, but a quick glance around showed her no where near, and he stopped at the bottom of the stairs. His gaze found Adelaine's form, alone. No doubt Greyson had gone to deal with Erin- try to help her. Michael hesitated a moment or two before continuing towards her. [color=007236]"Adeline? A-are y-y-you okay?"[/color] [center][h1][color=firebrick]Kalinda[/color][/h1] [img]https://thumbs.gfycat.com/SlushySpotlessBuzzard-small.gif[/img] [hr][hr] [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 flicked a glance to Zane, somewhat relieved that he was letting them be- and glad someone was going to be watching over Octavia. Her attention turned back to Vivian, and she looked her sister over again. A vision that ended up with her falling, unconscious? She was worried about it. She wasn't going to push Vivian, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to worry. Interrupted, her gaze went to Arthur as he spoke to Vivian. A little annoyed, Kalinda brought her gaze back to her sister. She seemed alright... As she spoke more of her vision, Kalinda's worry only grew. It seemed like such an odd vision... what had been happening when Vivian saw it, when she collapsed? Hesitating, she reached out to Vivian, laying a hand over her sisters. [color=firebrick]"I'm not sure Viv... it seems such a strange vision... perhaps I ought to do a thorough check over, just to make sure."[/color] her sister might be peppy and bright, beautiful- everything Kalinda wasn't, but that didn't mean she didn't care about her. Her seeing the vision, collapsing like that... it wouldn't have happened for no reason, and Kalinda wasn't about ot miss something ad then have Vivian die on her. As Zane spoke with Octavia, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She should be helping her... but Vivian... She shifting slightly. [color=firebrick]"I could just do a general healing, but I want to make sure everything is okay."[/color]