Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
Interacting With: Alan Carpenter (@YoshiSkittlez), Ky' vie Morgan (@Vicier), Chiron (@Vicier)
"The hell." Griffin's honestly confused words rang out of him without his even meaning to. The son of Hermes stood just as quickly as he had sat, arms outstretched in complete flabbergast. Though he was as off-put and shocked as nearly everyone else in Camp, he masked his outrage with a look of mocked, exaggerated offense. "I've been thieving in this Camp for years, and he gets accused?"
Griffin followed Ky' vie's lead, deftly squeezing past the crowd again to jump down in the open field. "I'm not stupid, and neither are you, Chiron. He didn't do it. Boy's not got a thieving bone in his body...bit of a disappointment, really, but you can't win them all. I'll go. Ares has it out for me ole man, doesn't matter which son of his gets the boot, aye?"
Location:Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood
Interacting With:No one
Decoding, decoding, what did it all mean? Simon's mind kept working in overdrive, keeping him locked into focus...only to be suddenly pulled out of it by the wannabe battering ram that was Moe, the wind being forced from his lungs faster than a son of Ares ramming a knee into his chest.
Comically, Simon fell over, unable to regain balance on his bad leg, sprawling out at the feet of the others about him. Swearing under his breath in what was either Latin or Greek (whichever was more poetic, really) Simon regained himself back to a seating position, meticulously dusting his coat off as if that would be all it took to recover his wounded pride.
"Yes, yes, quite funny, quite funny--" Simon repeated, trailing off as the dour air of the Tower hit him all at once, the accusations being thrown out by the Olympians themselves. Alan Carpenter...accused.
Simon wrinkled his nose in disgust; this was reaching, even for the gods of Olympus. But ultimate power lets you get away with that sort-of thing.
The son of Hecate dared not to speak up, simply watch the events unfold in front of him, ignoring the throbbing ache in his chest from the all-too-affectionate stallion of a dog launching into him. Already, Kayla and Harold Gryphon were volunteering to go in Alan's place. It was foolish, maybe even valiant, but futile. The gods were not one for reason.
That's what his dream was trying to show him - the dove. Missing, stolen. But by whom?
Simon stood up abruptly, springing from sitting to full height in but a moment, an intense look in his eyes. He had to find out more. Without another word, he began striding - or rather, limping - to the edge of the stands, aiming to go back to his cabin and get some answers.