[table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/zmbWROq.gif[/img][/right][/cell] [cell][indent][/indent] [img]https://i.imgur.com/2vTOyPy.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/20suQAf.png[/img] [color=00A99D][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color] [color=00A99D][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] big house[/sup] [sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b]Dionysus ([@Vicier]) and everyone at the big house [/sup][/color] [color=00A99D][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell] [/row] [/table] Michael wasn’t too sure what to make of the sudden changes to the groups, and the missions. Just what was going on? Was this all an attempt to keep them confused? Or was it simply just a coincidence? Michael wasn’t sure if there was any such thing as a coincidence- everything could be connected and often was. What was the likelihood? For a brief moment he considered doing the mathematics, but decided there was too many variables for him to do so here. So he merely waited, instead he turned his attention towards just where they were going. Braeside Ranch. He had to wonder just where it was- there were a few Braeside’s in Australia and evn one in New Zealand that he was aware of, and he sighed softly. There really wasn’t much point to thinking things through if there wasn’t concise information. Well, Michael would just have to focus on what he could control, and that was himself. Sometimes Moe. He paused as Greyson spoke up, frowning slightly. Two? Who else was not coming along? Glancing around, he recalled that Levina had been named. So were they going to replace Levina, or would she show up? It wasn’t his place to say- it was all up to Dionysus and Michael could almost say with confidence what the answer would be. Dionysus would chose whatever was easiest for himself, and hunting down a missing camper would just be time consuming for the God. Either way, it wasn’t something Michael could control. It had been a while since he’d gone on any sort of quest, and a part of him wondered why so many were going on a search and rescue, but in the end, it just meant he wouldn’t have to talk too much. He could leave that for the others, and instead focus on what he could do without making a fool of himself. And that was plan, and react fast. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Michael wasn’t surprised to feel various objects- pencil, dice, pen, a rock or two, dog treats… He often forgot they were there, until his hands brushed them. [color=00A99D]“W-what a f-fucked up d-day”[/color] He muttered to himself, idly pulling out a small cube and moving it around his fingers. [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right][img]https://www.pride.com/sites/default/files/2016/01/12/tumblr_mpf8bk2cvl1qbnhsoo1_500.gif[/img][/right][/cell] [cell][indent][/indent] [img]https://i.imgur.com/efZHUhY.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/mPkM8gl.png[/img] [color=FF0000][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color] [color=FF0000][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] Cabin grounds[/sup] [sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b]? [/sup][/color] [color=FF0000][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell] [/row] [/table] [i]it’s okay… [/i] The voice, perhaps his own inner voice, seemed faint against Talon’s anger, seemed to almost be a whisper against the tormount of his emotions, his hate filled thoughts and delusions. Talon wanted to turn away from it all, but the draw to that voice didn’t seem strong enough. He gritted his teeth, his hands once more curling into fists as he struggled against the anger. Always struggling against the anger, the hate, the distress and violence. He didn’t want to be angry all the time- and a sudden rise of hatred exploded towards his father- towards Ares, towards the fucking slime ball he had been forced to be raised by. And against the mother that should have protected him, that should have made sure he was safe. No one had ever protected him, and his early years, the majority of his life, had been spent being punished for one misdemeanor or another. Terrified and abandoned by the people who should never have scared him, never have left him. He’d left them, left them because if he hadn’t, he doubted he be here today. Which wasn’t exactly saying anything. Talon turned, burying his face into the pillow, as if a childish attempt at hiding could comfort him. [i]it will be okay… just breathe.[/i] Talon closed his eyes tight, the voice that seemed to be his seeming to break a small path through the anger and the hatred- and the fear underneath it. He wasn’t angry at Octavia- he knew that, but he couldn’t help but feel angry to her, as well. She’d turned away, when he’d been trying… He knew that he was being unreasonable, but for a few brief moments, he didn’t care. Talon dug his fingers into already tender palms, not caring if he got blood on his bed. Wouldn’t be the last time. He drew in a deep breath, and held it for a few seconds before letting it back out. He didn’t want to be angry, but he couldn’t seem to fight it, he never could fight the anger. It was more apart of him than anything else, and Talon didn’t know how to fight it. It had been the only thing keeping him going, for so long. [i]Again… [/i]. As if prompted, Talon drew in another deep breath, holding it for a few seconds. Talon’s hands uncurled slightly,and he buried his face in his pillow deeper, letting the breath out- inadvertently warming his pillow for a few breath seconds. He tried to get ahold of his thoughts, tried to rein in his anger, yet as always it seemed to constantly be just out of his reach. Failure. That’s all he ever was, was a failure. He couldn’t even run away properly, both times he’d been caught- by the fucker that had masqueraded as his father, and by the camp itself. He knew that his life was better- it couldn’t have been much worse- than it had been… but the words, the beatings, the utter hate still flooded over him… failure… not a man… hopeless… worthless. [i]Now, come on, you know that’s not true.[/i] Talon gritted his teeth once more, and drew in a third deep breath, letting it out slowly. He sighed heavily, sitting up on the edge of his bed and running a slightly bloodied hand through his hair, not caring. He took a few seconds before he stood and started towards the window- no point running into any of his other siblings- before opening it. He glanced towards the ground, before he swung himself over the window seal and to the ground, crouching to negate the shock of the landing. He wasn’t too sure what he was feeling, or even where he was going, but he just knew he couldn’t be in the cabin any more. He couldn’t be confined any longer, even if it was just his room. He had known a room that felt like a prison… and didn’t want to ever feel like a room was one again. He started to walk, shoving his bloodied palms into his pockets and sighing again. He tried to keep a rein on his emotions, a part of him still thinking that it was a hopeless task. As he reached a tree, Talon took another deep breath, leaning against it and sliding down, dropping his head into his hands. [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/c7ec2f3fce9988b1f8f5291024316067/tumblr_o6ozjnaCAK1txaqq4o2_250.gif[/img][/right][/cell] [cell][indent][/indent] [img]https://i.imgur.com/M9j0UrE.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/TfDugPK.png[/img] [color=7CFC00][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color] [color=7CFC00][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] Cabin grounds[/sup] [sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] [@Vicier] [/sup][/color] [color=7CFC00][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell] [/row] [/table] Making his way back to the surface, Pierre let his thoughts wander, almost intentionally but the truth was it was easier to just let his mind process things how it wanted to. While there seemed to be quite a few options for what Corona wanted, Pierre still wasn’t certain it would be something that could function without a lot of work. Shifting slightly as he waited for the lift to rise up the numerous levels, Pierre almost couldn’t stand the waiting. Tapping his fingers against the side of his leg, Pierre frowned when the doors opened and Dioynsus’s voice was echoing over the grounds. Two quests? Just what had he missed underground? He shifted, starting out of the elevator and towards the cabins, deciding it would be best to check up on Adeline. He was sure she was alright, knew that she was more than capable, but he also knew that he would never quite be able to stop himself from checking on her every so often. And he would also need to make sure that Prince wasn’t getting in trouble, either. What could there possibly be a need for two more quests, after the debacle that was this morning's festivities. Had Erin received her quest information, or was she still getting it? Had she even gone to see the Oracle? A part of Pierre wondered what would happen if she didn’t. Would the gods attack her here in the camp, a place that was meant to be safe for them? Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, Pierre glanced ahead of him. What a crazy fucking day. A part of him was wondering if this was some crazy dream- was his abilities going hay wire? He had won the tower- by taking the chance while everyone else was distracted. The Gods were trying to blame the most reclusive member of the camp for stealing from one of them, and now two quests. Seemed nightmare material, really. He almost reached across to pinch his arm as if to see if he was awake, before sighing. Would those quests take care of most of their numbers? Was this a part of the gods' schemes? He was trying to make sense of things, when there really was no making sense, at least with the very limited answers they had at their disposal. They would just have to have hope and faith that things would work out, but Pierre couldn’t help but feel a shadow of foreboding. So, for a while, all he could do would be to ensure he did his part to make the camp safe. As he neared the Morpheus cabin, he slowed, [color=7CFC00]“Adeline?”[/color]