MarshiestMallow

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

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Penny

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Penny took everything in, solem as she did so. Bellus was young, the thrill of a fight still something... beautiful for him. She had never enjoyed fighting- still didn't, but there were times when it was necessary. Fighting for her family... her guild.... And yes, fighting for moral. Still. She sighed softly, but it was clear that the rest of the guild was excited for it. And that was enough for her. Her gaze moved back to the mage that had so frightened Karn. "Well, we are always here to help. One of us generally is." She said, her gaze moving to Karn as the boy seemed to gain but some of his usual charm, his innocence. It was heartening to Penny, and she smiled slightly.

Karn deserved happiness- and so did Edarn. They seemed to have found a balance, a way to co-exist. Two years could change a lot, but... she still worried. "The Festival would be a great boost for the town... It would be good to display good things." She said, putting her arm back around Karn as he once more hid behind her.

As the conversation seemed to change yet again, Penny pondered whether or not she could slip away for a few moments, her gaze moving through the crowd and just as she was about to speak, a child's high pitched, excited voice echoed out, and Penny's attention was drawn, just in time, to the somewhat uncordinated toddler making her way through the guild, towards her.

"Faith!" She couldn't help but smile, as the girl totted as fast as she could towards her. She hadn't seen the girl often, but it was, evidently, enough for the girl to remember her. She let out a laugh as Faith's features scrunched up into a determined look, and Penny was prepared as she jumped up. SHe caught her with one arm, bending her knees slightly and grinned. "Pen-Pen!" The girls voice, bell like, was happy as she nested against Penny,

"Now, just where did you come from? Where's your mama?"

"She got away from me. She saw you, and that was it. She just poofed from my side" Penny turned her gaze from Faith, to Sasha and her smile grew. "Ka-Ka-kan-ie!" Faith, still clutching Penny with one hand, tilted slightly to look at Karn, her smile wide and full, reaching out as if she could touch him. Penny shifted her hold on her slightly, making sure the girl was secure.

"Sasha"

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Michael

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Michael shouldn't be surprised- Prince would never change, and Michael didn't mind that. He doubted Prince could ever miss an opportunity to pounce on him, and he smiled, the good cheer Prince always seemed to have was infectious. Beyond that, Michael enjoyed Prince's company. Still, he ducked his head slightly, cheeks a little warm for the attention of it all.

It was simple, however, to reach out and take Prince's paw in his own hand, giving his friend a smile. "Good Morning, Prince." He said softly, his gaze flicking over to Cailyn as she spoke. "I wouldn't say good news, but he is returning." He shifted slightly, wishing he knew more. His gaze flicked over the guild again- he'd been right, and Master Jake had already left.

Biting his lip, thoughtful, he looked back over to Prince. The Masters only seemed to meet up when things were bad- or if there were bad things to talk about. Well, whatever it was, he was sure they'd be told soon.

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Jamie

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Jamie glanced at the lacrima that should the guild hall, watching as someone made their way confidently towards her office- for she was sure th is woman was heading straight to her. Idly, Jamie gathered up a few sheets of paper, putting them away in one of her desk drawers as she leaned back in her chair. "Ah. Welcome, Mrs Duran. It is a pleasure to meet you. I trust you found your way through the city alright" She said, rising- running a hand through her hair as she smiled at the woman.

She took the offered hand with her free hand, giving it a shake in greeting.

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_Talon

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Location: Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: Elias @Metztli}

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Giving up on him already. Talon shouldn't be surprised. He shook his head, fury rising in him once more. Cared? Cared? As if that word truly had meaning, these days. Just fake words to say, nothing meaningful. Just words to make you seem better then you were. Elias had given up- that much was clear. He didn't care. No one did. The older boy was just proving his point. I'll be here except he wasn't, not really. Always thinking of something else, or dealing with something else. No one fucking cared. He didn't know where he was going, but Talon started to walk. No one would care if he just walked right out of camp. Perhaps he would, if he had somewhere to go.

He wanted to hit something. Break something. Who the fuck cared what. A tree. A rock. A person. It didn't fucking matter. All he knew was he just wanted to destroy something. Anything. No one wanted to try. Not one cared. He was alone- he always had been. He didn't care- couldn't care- about what was going on back at the tower, the grounds. What was the point? It was all about power. The only power Talon needed was the power to protect himself.

He tried to keep a hold of the fury, to keep it burning in his chest. Octavia had only cared he was winning. She'd taken that away from him without a damn care, and then called him a fucking coward. No- no that was not the train of thought he needed. Yanking his attention away from that line of thought, Talon found himself standing by the lake. No where else to go. Unless he just walked into the lake and never came out again.

It would be so easy to just... let go... And why shouldn't he? No one cared enough to try. It had always been that way. No one ever to help him... only tear him down... As the feeling of melancholy washed over him, his anger died. He crouched, laying a hand on the water, as if he could just be sucked in, and washed away. He hurt. Physically... well, that would heal. But had he ever truly healed from other wounds? He hurt. Inside, where no one cared to look. Where no one cared to dig deeper. Weak... . He closed his eyes, his heart beating painfully, as if it could sense the edge he was on. nothing to cry over, be a man, take it like a man!. Octavia couldn't know the can of worms she had opened. It hurt too much. Awww, the little baby is angry! Well come on, show me what you've got!

The voice echoed through his mind, and Talon could almost see the vile bastard. Oh, how he wished he could kill him. There were times where Talon just didn't think he'd ever feel anything but this... this numbness. It was easier to hide it... Don't let anyone see, then they can't hurt you. Except that was fucking lies. They could still hurt him. The proof was back at that fucking tower. Anger was better, but he couldn't muster it. Talon dropped his head into his hands, blood drying still left a mark, but he didn't care. Pain and Anger. Something besides the numbness, besides the feeling of nothingness. Just something to let him know he was still alive.

Why did it hurt so much to care? Why did it hurt so much, why did he feel betrayed? Why wasn't anything he did good enough? Why did he have to fail in everything? He wasn't good enough. He never would be. The rest of them would be better off without him. So why didn't he just do it? Rid them of the problem child, the one that no one could reach. That no one tried to reach. No one was coming to help him... he wasn't worth it.

It would be so easy to let go...

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_Niesha

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Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: Sam @Blackmist16}

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Niesha's gaze roamed over everyone once more. Everyone seemed to be on the same page- that it was, as her brother had so eloquently put, bullshit. Her gaze sought answers, even if there weren't any there. It seemed to her that the Gods, particularly it seemed Aphrodite, had just chosen a random camper for one of their mind games. The Gods couldn't act out against one another, not directly, but they could maneuver people... a cats paw you could say. And often it was their demi-god children. Given more freedom to act then the Gods, their children could, unwittingly, unknowingly, be pawns in their games.

So, who wanted to undermine Hades authority? Was Aphrodite working alone- she didn't particuarly care to count Ares, he had proven he would do anything for Aphordite's approval... Was she manipulating him as well? She lightly tapped her fingers against her thigh, thoughtful. Her gaze drifted once more, and landed on Sam. He was a curious one- sometimes the children of the lesser Gods were over looked, but as Pierre had so demonstrated, undermining them was a deadly mistake.

"They don't need proof to accuse someone." She said softly to him, "All they need is a virtually impossible task, a way of undermining someone else's power. No, make it just possible to find a way out of the mess... " she sighed, shrugging. "They're master manipulators... but they have one thing in common- they always underestimate us." She smiled a little impishly, before shrugging again.

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@Blackmist16 You're okay, I just realised I hadn't responded and I'd put up a response ages ago on my phone.

then got distracted.

I'll see what I can do after dinner

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@Blackmist16Sorry Mate, just not feeling very up to things at the moment.

I just can't seem to focus

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_Talon

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Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: Elias @Metztli}

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Coward.

A locked door. A darkened room- no light, the globe taken long ago, the windows tinted so dark it was virtually impossible to see out of. A small boy, curled up in the corner, shaking, hands over his ears. Yelling. Screaming. Hatred. A small boy, trying to ignore the shadows in the dark. He was cold, hungry... he hurt from the blows... Talon wrenched himself away from the memory, shaking violently as if he were scrawny, cold and scared once more. The man who had, supposedly, been his father yelling at him as he struggled to withstand the blows- telling him to be a man, to fight back, to not be a... a...

Coward.

His heart beat fast as if he were that terrified little kid again. Never. Never again. There was Elais, wanting them to talk things out ,as if that would fucking help. As if that would fucking change everything. He shook his head, not caring about anything, not caring about whatever the fuck crusty old Mr D was talking about. It didn't matter to him. Nothing did. He tore his gaze away from Elias's once more- why the fuck the older boy wanted to fucking force him into spilling his guts, he didn't know.

"You don't care. You just don't want to lose the stupid counsellor position." He was tired. He turned away, not entirely sure if he was injured or not. Not really caring. He'd had worse. "NO one fucking cares- it's all about fucking power. That's all everyone fucking cares about." He shook his head, clenching his hands. He didn't want to be there- but he knew Elias would just follow him. There wasn't anywhere else to go.

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_Kalinda

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Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With:}

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Kalinda barely spared a glance for Dioynsus or Chiron. Their announcement wouldn't help Octavia- or Talon, but she doubted the latter would let her do anything for some time. And the former might not either. There was blood- she knew there would have been. Scooping up Chaos, she plopped the ferret into a pocket so she couldn't get up to any mischief- the damn ferret would be red for ages if she played around in the blood. Shifting, Kalinda let her gaze roam over Octavia. Everything else could wait- she needed to make sure the girl hadn't done serious damage to her back. It was a pretty decent fall, and add Talon's weight to it... Kalinda sighed, her gaze flicking over to Chiron and Dionysus. That stupid dove. And Erin? That was laughable. The girl rarely left her cabin.

Sighing once more, Kalinda turned her attention back to the injured girl. "You really think Aphrodite gives a shit about a little thing as a camper not leaving the camp? They've chosen their victim. Erin has seven days, there isn't any fucking point arguing about it with Mr D and Chiron. They know it's bullshit. Let me do my job, so we can get this shit sorted."

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_Pierre

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Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: Byrnn, briefly@Moro}

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He hadn't given it a thought. He'd just snatched the ring, taken the chance when it had been given to him. Was it a smart decision? Pierre wasn't so sure. He didn't mind being underestimated- didn't mind being seen as a bit of an underdog. Perhaps the best thing to be in the camp, and indeed around the Gods was incompetent. Oh, he liked showing what he could do, but... keeping a little bit back... He sighed. Too late to change anything. And he wasn't sure if he would if it were possible. Either way... His gaze drifted to Brynn as she spoke to him. A smile drifted across his features, and he shrugged- until his attention was torn to Dionysus and Chiron. Frowning slightly, he climbed down the tower, leaping down to the next platform, and the next until he could climb down the rope ladder to the bottom.

Idly, he glanced around, his gaze moving through the crowd, unable to help but feel a sense of foreboding. Whatever was happening... he doubted things would be the same.

At the uproar, Pierre's gaze moved to those that were more vocal then the others. He shifted, not entirely sure what they were meant to do. But there was no point being angry at Chiron or Dioynsus. Neither were responsible- they were the messengers. That was all. He had no doubt that they had fought for Erin's innocence. "What are the stipulations of the quest?" He asked, shifting towards Chiron and Dionysus. "Or... does she not know yet? How... how can we help her?" Questions. Questions were important- they'd get more out of questions then anger, then outbursts.

Quests always had requirements. Restrictions on who could help and who couldn't. That was what they needed to know. And just because some couldn't go on the quests, didn't mean they couldn't do anything. If they had answers... they could do something.

"Who accused her?" Pierre's gaze flickered to Niesha as the daughter of Athena spoke. The question could be dangerous, and they might not get an answer to it, but it was a good question. Perhaps if they knew that, they could figure out who might want to undermine Hades power.

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_Imogen

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Location:Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With:Jake @Avanhelsing}

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Imogen couldn't help but smile and give a soft laugh- not at Jake, just at the whole situation. Sometimes the way campers came here was just downright uncanny. And yet, she was sure that they had all, at one point or another, thought they were crazy before coming here, before finding answers- and perhaps even after finding them. Knowing what you were... knowing you had a godly parent... it didn't come with all the answers, sadly.

"No, you aren't crazy. You're as sane as the rest of us." She said softly, "I don't mind questions. I like being able to help people." She said quite truthfully, before smiling once more."The ocean is, perhaps, the most interesting place on earth. To me, at least. I don't think that's just because of my father... it's just who I am." She said, before frowning as he spoke of the sword,"I.. perhaps Mr D or Chiron will have answers to that. But... " Her voice trailed off, and she stopped walking, staring at him.

"A lightening bolt." Imogen paused a moment, processing. "I'd say that means your father has claimed you. Congratulations, Son of Zeus." Her attention was drawn towards the tower, to the commotion going on there, and for a moment she grew stiff, listening intensely . "That is the shit hitting the fan." She said softly, starting to walk again. "You'll have to speak with Mister Dionysus, and Chiron about things... but perhaps after this meeting is dealt with... "

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Michael

"That's bullshit." Michael didn't realise that he had spoken until the words were out of his mouth. He'd taken to his feet, and Moe leaned lightly against his side, his weight a soft comfort to him. He shifted, realising what he had done and he looked away, hands curling slightly against his sides, gripping the edge of his shirt. He had just drawn attention to himself- not something he really liked doing... why, why had he spoken out? Because it was bullshit. The gods just seemed to get bored, wanted to play with them, but this... Michael sighed, "I.... I... I ap-puh-puh-p-" He couldn't get the words out, his stutter returning in full force. He closed his eyes, swallowing around a suddenly dry throat.

"S-s-sorry." His voice was a whisper, but he managed to get that one word out.

Could he just sink down into his chair once more, hide behind the rest of the crowd? No, it was too late for that. Michael cleared his throat- or tried to, and turned from his chair, glancing around at the others and tugged lightly on Moe's leash. His gaze moved to Niesha's, just at the bottom of the tower- he was certain for one moment she had a smile on her features before it was gone. Was she... did she approve of the words he'd shouted out, so hastily, without thought? Part of him thought she did. Moe kept his weight against him, and Michael dropped a hand to lay it on the dogs head as if that would give him strength.

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Talon

Location: Base of the tower
^{Interacting With: Elias @Metztli and Octavia @Vicier}

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As he found himself falling, Talon growled. "Bitch!" It came out as a growl, but he didn't care. The force of the impact caused his breath to come out in a powerful 'oof', but he didn't let that stop him, gathering his strength once more and shoving his sister away from him. They all thought they knew, thought that it was just their fathers wrath. They were wrong. He knew that with every fibre of his being. It isn't. Oh, his mother might like to think that it was just that, just something he could have, potentially, grown out of. And his siblings evidently thought so to. And his brother, his fucking brother who thought that all he had to do was fucking talk.

the tower doesn't exist Of course it fucking existed. That was the whole fucking point. Used to "elevate" other campers above the other, as if it fucking mattered who climbed a tower faster. And they used it, they fucking used it to keep everyone in their place. Fucking bitch, prancing around as if winning the tower was meaningful. They didn't fucking know. He snarled, and for a brief moment a thrill went through him as he realized Elias was afraid- afraid there would be a fight. Afraid of him.

And then a sick feeling settled in his stomach as that thought took hold. He yanked himself away from Elias, even now, even fucking now, his brother treated it all like it was a game- like talking was actually going to fucking do anything. And doing it in front of everyone? It was already fucking humiliating being knocked down by Octavia. "You don't fucking get it." He snarled, hands curling into fists- not caring if he was injured or not, not caring much about anything. His nails, torn and raggered, still dug into the palms of his hands, but it didn't matter. None of it did. It didn't matter. It didn't matter, they were here because they couldn't work in the more mundane world. Nobody wanted them there. "There is no point fucking talking."

Kalinda

Location: Stands and Base of the tower
^{Interacting With: Mainly Octavia @Vicier}

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Kalinda shifted awkwardly as her gaze moved towards katherine and Imani- the others weren't really of much importance for her. She looked away, hunkering down in her seat, forcing her gaze back towards the tower. She shouldn't feel like this- shouldn't feel hurt. She'd been the one to break things with Katherine. And Imani wasn't made for serious... neither was she...it was fucking pointless even thinking about it. So best to just ignore. Oh, she had to deal with Katherine daily- she wouldn't go back on her word there. She would figure out a way to not have to shove pills down her throat. One day.

She sighed, but her thoughts weren't troubled for long. As Octavia threw herself off the tower, to tackle her brother to the ground, Kalinda could practically feel the thump, what she could imagine were the aches, the injuries... she rose, looping Chao's leash around her hand, and began to move through the stands, rather conveniently using the path Elias carved himself. At least she wouldn't have to force her way through. Ignoring the boys, her gaze when to Octavia- she had no doubt the girl had taken the brunt of the fall, and that that would mean she had hurt herself.

"You're not going back on that tower, Octavia."

Pierre

Location: Obstacle Tower
^{Interacting With: Those on the tower}

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Pierre didn't try to keep up with the banter of the others- he didn't even think one could call in banter. Was there any point to it, other than to try and make another camper fail? He didn't think so. He kept his attention on what he was doing, where he was going. Things in the tower could change at a moments notice- seconds. One second, a bar was there, the next it was gone. he climbed steadily, certain of his holds. As his body warmed, adjusted to the constant motion, Pierre leaped to grab a rope ladder, scurried up it with ease. Oh, Pierre well knew that he was seen as more thought, less action. But looks were deceiving. The obstacle tower was a challenge, but a satisfying one.

And with the commotion above... Pierre didn't let himself get distracted by it, but it seemed like things were getting a little out of control. He pressed himself against the tower as the building shook slightly, but didn't let that slow him down. Pulling himself onto the platform everyone else seemed to be on- or a majority of them- he didn't hesitate to continue to climb. Whatever was happening, he could do nothing about it.

Moving faster now, Pierre grabbed bar after bar just before it disappeared- and then suddenly he didn't have any issues with the bars. He shifted, glancing down- he wasn't afraid of falling. He watched as Octavia and Talon flew through the air- or rather, fell through the air. He watched a moment, making sure that they weren't seriously hurt- they didn't seem to be- before he continued up, pulling himself onto the last top. No one seemed to realise that he had passed them. That he was up the top. Had they forgotten he was there? Or were they just too distracted?

Either way, with barely a seconds thought, Pierre reached out and grabbed the ring.

Imogen

Location: Half-Blood Hill; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound, New York; USA.
^{Interacting With: Jake @Avanhelsing}

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Relieved that he wasn't crying out crazy, Imogen smiled once more. Oh, he had a lot to learn, she had no doubt about that- they all did. She glanced back to Aethusa, amused. "It's alright. You don't know much about this stuff, or really what you can do. Don't worry." she said, looking back to Jake. She wasn't sure where to begin- or even if she shouldn't just take him to Chiron. She didn't think he would do well with being introduced to Dionysus- Dionysus... could be for later. Chiron was patient. Still, she chouldn't just force him through the camp without answering his questions.

"Well, yeah. There are their Roman counterparts too, this is Camp-Half blood, the Romans have Camp Jupiter... nevermind, bringing them in just gets confusing to start with. The Greek gods often have halfling children. Like us. Posedion is my father." she said ,giving a small shrug, "For now, lets go to the camp proper."

She bit her lip, thoughtful before she continued. "The... the gods usually have to claim you. Generally there's a sign of some kind. Here, claiming is considered a great honor. Most of the time, we're claimed, but sometimes... well, some of the gods decided not to claim their kids, to keep them safe... things are different then what they were." She turned towards the camp, starting to walk. "Have you seen anything unusual, or a sign of some kind? A symbol? Have you shown any powers? I'm good with the horses- and the Pegasi, as you have seen. I've got other abilities, mainly with water. Have you done anything?"

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Talon

Fucking bitches. They thought they were so much better then the guys- fuck, the rest of the camp. They weren't- and that was the thing, they weren't better then the rest of the camp. Talon gritted his teeth, and once more gathered his strength, muscles in his legs tensing for one moment before he launched himself, further in the air then he had before. They weren't going to fucking win. He didn't care if he didn't, he was determined to make sure they weren't going to win. Fuck them. Fuck them all. "You aren't worth freezing over." he snarled as he caught the edge of a bar, used his momentum to swing himself further up into the air. Deliberately twisting, he caught another bar, this time flinging himself further around the tower and catching himself on the platform the girls were on.

Pulling himself up, he didn't pause. He grabbed a bar, pulled it as hard as he could, until he could push himself up and over, climbing further up the tower. He pulled bars out, using anything he could to force them to eat up precious seconds. "I haven't even begun to try." His voice came out once more as a snarl. His muscles were warm, hot, straining, but he didn't care. He continued to yank bars out of holes, twisted rope ladders. He found himself not caring what might happen.

He was just so damn tired of being teased, demeaned, and shit on by those fucking bitches. They tore him, other guys apart- oh but Gods above forbid if they did it to them. Fucking. Bitches. "Getting a little slow there, aren't we?" He wanted to fight. He wanted to hit something- and right then, it didn't matter what. It was just... He was just so fucking angry. It wasn't fucking fair. His body was shaking, violent need, violent energy, violent... just violence wracked his whole body as his mind kept throwing around their words, their actions, every little dig they managed to get it.

His breathing raggered, he pressed himself against the tower, feet pressed hard against a bar, watching it as he yanked another bar towards him, violently- he was almost surprised it didn't just come flying out, to fall to the ground. But it didn't and snarling- loud, frustrated angry. He well knew that he shouldn't let his anger get the better of him, but he just couldn't find a reason why to care. It was always like that. He might care later, but right then he just really didn't fucking care. The rage boiled steadily in the pit of his belly, his heart pumped, both with adrenaline and that deliciously frightening rage. It was boiling, boiling, boiling- wanting to rise over and just take everything away.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" the savage scream tore through his throat, rage streaming out as he slammed a fist against the tower, shaking hard, his eyes slammed shut tight as he slammed his fist against the wall again. As the bar began to quiver beneath him, he snarled once more and opened his eyes, reaching out for another bar and pulling himself further up the tower, knuckles- hand- scrapped, but he didn't care- didn't care about the throbbing pain that just fueled his rage further.

Niesha

Niesha sighed softly as she pulled herself up onto the platform everyone seemed to be converging on. What was the point of all their talk? It seemed counter productive to her. Shifting, she took a moment to let herself breath, reaching up to move hair that had escaped it's pony tail out of her eyes. She shifted her body, and glancing around. She winched, wondering if she ought to just give up- it didn't seem worth it... things were looking pretty heated. A little uneasy, Niesha watched Talon's destructive path. Would any of them stop before someone got hurt badly?

It seemed odd to be on the outsides, apart of neither group... Niesha sighed again. She shifted, looking further up the tower, frowning slightly. She could see a path up- a good one, she was sure of it. A path that wasn't suffering too much destruction. "That way." She said softly, her gaze following it up, not sure why she was even speaking. "He's going to hurt someone... " She felt out of place- she always did. She wasn't like Ky' vie, or Bronwyn, nor Octavia. Or at least she just didn't know how to be. Her body shifted slightly, biting her lip as she glanced away from them, looking towards the ground, reaching up to tie her hair back again and turned back towards the tower.

mentions

@Vicier@Moro

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Imogen

@Avanhelsing

Imogen looked back to Aethusa, and then to the new- she had to assume- camper. She smiled, bright, cheerful and welcoming as she gave a soft laugh. "Yeah, that's a Pegasus. Her name is Aethusa" She said, hoping to put the boy at ease, although she could understand how the sudden appearance of a mythical creature- a creature from legend no less- might be a bit daunting, especially if you hadn't seen the camp before. The guy seemed confused, and perhaps a little self-conscious saying why he had just sort of suddenly appeared in the grounds.

There really wasn't any easy way of explaining what the camp was, of essentially telling this Jake that he was a child of a mythical being. Of course, they weren't mythical... but if you'd spent your whole life not knowing that there were actual gods, actual flying creatures of legend, then it could be hard to wrap your mind around the new reality. "And my name is Imogen. Immy works too." She paused a moment, thoughtful.

"As for what this place is... and to answer your other questions... well, that's a little more complicated." She tried to think of a way to explain everything without seeming crazy. "The wind telling you to come here... it's for a reason. This is a camp- no, it's a home. It's a safe place to be for... for us. It's Camp Half-blood." She felt like she was rambling and tried to draw it in. "Um. We... We are children of Gods, Jake. The Greek Gods, to be exact. Or the Roman. Sometimes we have campers from Camp Jupiter here too. Gods, she really wasn't good at this sort of thing. "The camp can't be seen by those aren't kids of gods, or their mortal parents. And it's safe from beings that might harm us."

She bit her lip, waiting for Jake to say something, waiting for him to claim she was crazy or that she was pulling his leg. She couldn't really blame him, to be honest. It was crazy.

Talon

@Moro

"She isn't Medusa, Bran." Talon shouted back, "And unlike you, I don't freeze when I meet girls eyes!" He teased, as he reached up for one of the moving bars, and gathering his strength- his muscle tensing as he did so- he pulled himself up. His muscles had warmed up pleasantly and he yanked himself up, resting a foot against the wall, the other seeking purchase on another bar, just as he imagined someone yanked on it to give themselves purchase. Cursing he pushed off before he lost all footing and leaped for a ledge.

His fingers grazed the edge of it and he dug his finger nails- for one brief moment he was hanging just by the tips of his fingers. Letting out a growl he slowly grabbed for more purchase and after a minute he was able to pull himself up- one hand was slowly becoming slick with blood from torn nails, but he didn't care. He shifted, getting his feet under him. Drawing in deep breaths he gathered his strength, and crouching slightly he waited. His heart beat, once, twice, three times and he launched himself up, grabbing a moving arm and straddling it. Shifting his weight, balancing, he launched himself up, climbing once more.

"Come on, Bran." He said as he reached up to grab a rung, and yank himself up yet again. "Getting a little slow, aren't we? Too much? Or just distracted by girls asses?"

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Penny

@Silver Fox@Dezuel@Zarkun@Landaus Five-One

For a moment, Penny was certain that her brain was going to catch on fire. Between Karn, Edarn, and the talking sword, things were chaotic in not much time at all. Still, the simple pure innocence of Karn was always a joy, and she would do anything to insure he remained that way. It was perhaps just as well that Edarn had a sense of danger, a sense of how the world was, for Karn definitely needed someone to watch over him. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on though- everything seemed to happen all at once, and then Karn was hiding behind her, clutching at her clothes. She turned just enough so she could put an arm around him, "Hey... it's okay... " She said softly, voice calm and full of warmth as she tried to calm him.

It didn't take much effort to realise what had happened, the strong watery scent in the air... Karn would always be afraid of water, she doubted that would ever change, but being angry over it would just make things worse. She gently tightened her hold, content to just make him feel secure. The young mage- it was always hard to think of Karn as anything but young- needed to know that it was okay. And even if it wasn't, she was there to help fight his demons. "It's just their magic. Like anyone- they aren't going to use water on you. And if they do, I'll stop it."

Mild annoyance at the voice still in her head, Penny kept most of her attention on Karn. "As we haven't even spoken with my sister about that... " she sighed, closing her eyes a moment, and drew in a deep breath. "I apologise." She apologised to the new comer- not entirely sure if he was a new member or perhaps looking to join. "Welcome to the Phoenix Wing Guild Hall. I'm Penny, one of the S-class mages. Is there anything we can help you with?" She flicked a glance around the guild, certain that there would be quite a loud response to the potential reserection of the festival, as well as a battle.

Michael

@BlackMaiden@Landaus Five-One@Silver Fox

Glancing out the window from his desk, Michael sighed. The communication lacrima sat where it had been for the last few days, waiting work from his brother. Either Gabriel was knee deep in something sinister, or he just hadn't had a chance to keep in contact. His gaze moved from the window back to the journal he was helping Gabriel keep- a second copy of Gabriel's research on the Celestial spirits. It wasn't much, just yet, but they were making progress.

Waiting another moment, as if that would give Gabriel enough time to either send a message or appear, Michael eventually pushed away from the desk and moved through the room, and opened the door. He hesitated before he went back, snatched the communication Lacrima off the table, and made his way to the main hall. He shoved the lacrima in a pocket, and paused at the top of the stairs, tilting his head and frowning slightly as he took in the sounds- it seemed there was a little bit of commotion. He had thought that Master Jack had already left... Starting down the stairs, he once more stopped at the bottom, pausing as he felt the vibration of the lacrima. His heart beating fast, he hurried dug the lacrima out, relieved.

"Coming home." That was it, just two words, but it was his brothers voice and that meant he was okay. Slightly troubled, he put the Lacrima back in his pocket, and let his gaze move over the guild hall. It was alive with activity- he doubted it was every quiet, and that was just how he liked it.

"W-well, w-we have g-good f-food h-here." He said. One time Michael might not have spoken out, things had changed, although he was still quite self conscious of his stuttering. Still, he had to interact with other guild members- and he wanted to.