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Hawley Griffin

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?"

Simon Riddle

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.
Hawley Griffin

Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
Interacting With: Alan Carpenter (@YoshiSkittlez), Imogen Parsons (@Caits)

Griffin grew silent as the tension seemed to grow between the two co-victors atop the Tower, his brows furrowing critically as the situation slowly began to escalate, aided by the impatient scattered murmurs and shouts from the audience stands, all finally culminating when Ky pressed her lips against Deon's, causing the discordant chatter in the crowd to suddenly turn into whoops and jeers of varying reactions, creating a deafening noise that seemed to no longer be comprised of words in any language.

Griffin said nothing, a loud ringing in his ears droning over Alan's response to his question, leaving him to stand still as a statue, eyes glued to the crux of the Tower, seeing the two's kiss grow in intimacy and passion, each slow-passing second seeming to fill his being with more anger than he thought possible to feel. With seemingly one impulsive decision keeping him from climbing the Tower, himself to wring Deon's neck, Griffin was pulled abruptly from his reverie by Imogen's sudden appearance, bringing him back to the present - back to reality.

”I did it, I mean, I didn’t have a hope in hell of winning, but I still did it!”

"Wha-?" Griffin shook his head slightly as he dug himself out of his own distraction, absently letting a single hand slide through his wild mess of hair, eyes landing on Imogen as if he were just noticing her. She seemed excited, more than Griffin was used to. The fact she sought him and Alan out was most peculiar. Not that the girl wasn't friendly, quite the contrary, but Griffin's own scope of people to interact with didn't normally include the young daughter of Poseidon. In a way, Griffin both admired and hated her humility in her role as one of the Big Three's children. Arrogance wouldn't have suited her, no, but to downplay her own power as insignificant...It drove Griffin mad. He had no regrets in his own parentage; he and Alan were among the, if not the fastest runners in Camp, and anything that needed unlocking or pilfering, well, that was mere child's play to Griffin. But to control the sea and earth as if they were mere extensions of your will - that was power.

"Ay, you did, didn't'cha? Tower's a cruel beast, 'specially to new climbers. Congrats, Immy. Griffin complimented with a soft grin, the anger still gnawing at his insides seeming to drain the snarky humor from his person.

"Sorry, Brother, got a bit distracted, I didn't hear ya." Griffin admitted sheepishly to Alan, scratching the back of his head. Anything else he was soon going to say was interrupted by Mr. D's declaration of news.

"Aaaaand there it is. Best find a seat, then, shall we?" Griffin proclaimed before, quite literally climbing the side of the stands and sweeping over the threshold, somehow, if by skill or luck, not managing to crash into anyone as he navigated the packed seats to squeeze into what counted as a "vacant" space.

Simon Riddle

Location:Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood
Interacting With: No one

Simon's eyes kept glued to the pinnacle of the Obstacle Tower, though he did not join in the whispers and questions shared throughout the rest of the Camp. He could've been compared to a scientist or researcher coldly analyzing a situation without opinion or bias. Simon would admit to himself, however, that he did not expect Kyra to outright kiss Damon back, let alone with the passion and arousal exhibited. For a moment, Simon averted his gaze, feeling as if he had stumbled upon a private interaction by accident, but no, this was for the whole Camp to see. With this result, Simon ascertained, Ky may have won the Obstacle Tower, but gained Dean as an incessant predator, snapping at her heels with the crazed determination of a starved beast seeking satiation.

β€œMs. Kylie Montgomery… Mr. Devin Argent… I suggest you stumble your way back down to the stands, and take a seat with the rest of these lazy lumps. I have the unfortunate pleasure of calling my camp to meeting, and I need all ears on us…”

Simon's eyes flicked from the recently-parted, and now-fighting couple onto the diminutive Lord Dionysus as he called the Camp to attention. Twirling his walking cane between long fingers, Simon drew his hand up along the side of his face, letting it rest against his cheek, with fingertips brushing against his creased forehead.

He could remember something, just a small something from a restless dream he had just the night before. He was in, what was it, a red ballroom, maybe? Or a restaurant, he couldn't be certain. The air smelled of cigarette smoke and spiced wine, interwoven with the stodgy conversation of its faceless inhabitants. Who was he with..? A woman, a young woman, maybe younger than he was. Short black hair, shimmering blue eyes that seemed to shift before him to shades of green and black - the Mist at work. Mother? There was...a dove, yes, a dove. But why?

Unbeknownst to himself, Simon had begun quietly muttering things under his breath, not inaudible, but barely above a whisper. So much to think about, so little time to think. No. Think later.

Simon brought his attention back to the matter at hand. Whatever Dionysus had to say, something or other had prodded Simon that it would be of great importance.
I'm gonna have to drop out of this one, guys. Schoolwork's piling on, coupled with some pretty bad writer's block, just isn't gonna work >.< Good luck you all!
I apologize for the long wait from my end, @Arthanus. Real life's keeping me busy, but I'll try and have something up within the next day or so as I can!
If you'd like tho, @Skull I can make something different so I'm not stepping on toes. You first mentioned an android lol
I figured I'll make a combat-medic/field medic character for practical purposes. Who, coincidentally, would also be an android xD Think along the kind from Alien or Fallout 4
I definitely like the concept going on here! I'll get to work on a character and should have one up in the next day or so!
This looks pretty cool! I'll put down interest!
Hawley Griffin

Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
Interacting With: Alan Carpenter (@YoshiSkittlez)

Griffin had watched the events of the Obstacle Tower unfold before him with an almost analytical eye, watching as Ky' vie maneuver the Obstacle Tower with the grace, speed, and coordination that could only come with years of experience. In a way, Griffin admired it: a daughter of Hephaestus of all gods being able to go head-to-head with the sons and daughters of Ares with a fighting chance. What was better in the end; Inherent talent, or years of practiced skill?

But Griffin's silent jubilee, marked by a growing, sly grin, soon fell to pieces around him as Deon grabbed the ring as well - mere milliseconds after Ky' vie had done.

It was almost as if time had stopped. The ear-splitting cries and cheers from the audience stands instantly died out to almost nothing, the expressions of the crowd a mixture of shock, surprise, anger, confusion, or discombobulation. The only sound that seemed to linger in the area was the groaning and spinning of the Tower itself, and the few who still dared to try and climb it, probably trying to prove themselves.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Griffin spat out, seemingly to himself, though his gaze briefly caught onto Alan, silently acknowledging his presence as a sounding board.

Though the tower was too high up and loud to hear any of the talk going on between the two potential victors, Deon's perverted smirk and expression told Griffin all he needed to hear.

"There's nothing worse than a standing prick." Griffin muttered to Alan, obviously in regards to Deon. The son of Ares was everything Griffin despised in a person and then some. The very thought of him trying to solicit some sort of perverted favor from Ky' vie, or anyone Griffin knew personally made his blood boil in his veins like acid.

Stepping a few feet forward, Griffin looked, for a moment, as if he were intending to climb the tower, himself, just to give Deon a piece of his mind; but eventually stopped, clenching both fists by his side. Griffin tried to remain a go-with-the-flow individual, content to let people be as they would, so long as they let him be; but Deon he wanted to hurt. Physically, emotionally, didn't matter, so long as that cocky demeanor he wore shattered, leaving him a bleeding, raging beast to be put down.

With a sigh, Griffin finally spoke, a certain finality in his voice, "For gods' sake, she can handle herself." Turning back, Griffin returned to his original place besides his brother, pinching the bridge of his nose in uncharacteristic exasperation.

Sighing once more, Griffin seemed to calm down, any irritation he showed quickly replaced by his typical joking manner. "So, what big announcement d'ya think is gonna happen today?" Griffin asked his 'baby' brother, planting both hands in his coat pockets.

Simon Riddle

Location:Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood
Interacting With: Michael, Niesha (@Caits), Erin, Syleste (@Vicier), Bexley (@tsubasa)

"Is it really odd to see them here when we were all instructed to be here?"
Met by yet another voice, Simon turned, matching Bexley's gaze with his own unflinching one for a moment as he seemed to process what exactly she had said. Admittedly, he was out of his element within the mass crowd of people, and it showed in his less-than-adequate interactions.

"In many cases, you'd be right, Leah, but most demigods tend to take instruction as suggestion. Stubbornness is as intrinsic in our being as speaking Greek is--"

β€œ..I’ve been practicing that new piece that you gave me- it’s beautiful…”

Stopping what was most likely going to be an extremely riveting lecture, Simon turned his head as rapidly as before to latch on Syleste, shifting the gears of interaction the same way an intricate machine would, flowing tone, expression, and topic of conversation in a manner that was almost admirable. "Have you? Good, good, good. It's a quick little song I caught in one of my shows, figured you'd enjoy it." Simon offered a small smile, yet this one was sincere, lacking the forceful rigidity he was used to. It gave an insight, however brief, to the natural charm and charisma Simon had the potential to wield if he worked at it. Truly, Syleste was one of the few campers Simon felt totally at-ease around. While her boundless optimism and naive nature sometimes perplexed the young wizard, it gave him insight on a different mindset, one he had not been privy to in a number of years.

Fidgeting with the tarot card in his fingers, still, Simon leaned his cane down by his side, using his free hand to carefully remove his glasses, hanging them around the collar of his t-shirt, his bright, gunmetal blue eyes squinting unconsciously in the bright sun.

Turning towards the twins of Athena, Simon offered an apologetic nod in their direction. "I apologize, I meant no offense. The children of Athena possess a cleverness that is not to be reckoned with. I examine situations as whether they're a risk worth taking. Clever as you both may be, the Tower is a test of cleverness and physical skill, which are traits I rescind to the children of Ares, Hermes...and, perhaps, Athena..."

Trailing off, Simon seemed utterly distracted; the source soon revealing itself as Ky' vie grabbed the golden ring from the oversized helmet, with Deon latching on but a split-second afterward. The pause in events silenced the camp, sending almost everyone in a state of tense confusion. But Simon saw an opportunity, the puzzle revealing itself to him. Deon's relaxed, yet firm posture, strengthening his grip on the ring while still attempting to appear indifferent to the whole situation. Grinning, his eyes were filled with a hunger that possessed many a man, insatiable lust of the flesh. Ky' vie, on the meanwhile, showed the first signs of being none-too-pleased that her victory was being challenged; and, Simon was sure, impending fury at what was no doubt a sexual pass. Engrossed in the scene playing out before him, Simon shut out all outside stimulation, locking his focus into seeing Ky's reaction, absently returning the tarot card to his pocket so he could clasp a hand over his chin.
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