Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariel</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 05:28:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121202060759/olympians/images/thumb/3/38/CHB_cabins.jpg/800px-CHB_cabins.jpg)<br><br>The Cabins are where the demigods sleep. Each god and goddess of the Twelve Olympians get their own cabin. All unclaimed demigods stay in the Hermes cabin until they are claimed; as per Percy's deal with the gods, all demigods should be either claimed or about to be claimed.<br><br>Each Cabin has a head counselor. That head counselor is in charge of making sure their cabin is clean, making sure their cabinmates are on time to events/classes/meals and generally behave. They are in charge of disciplinary issues and are called into a counselor meeting if needed be or otherwise dictated by Chiron or Mr. D. Please check the roster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.0) to see who is head counselor for what cabin.<br><br>The Zeus and Hera cabin serve as the head two seats for the cabin. To the sides are the other ten cabins. They are set up to mimic the seating arrangements in Mount Olympus. Right now, <strong>any cabin other than the original twelve are not built.</strong> Currently, the Hephaestus cabin is working on rebuilding all the cabins, with help from the demigod children of that particular cabin.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Your tag system <span class="bbc_u">must</span> be the header of every post you make. If you neglect this, I will PM you and ask you to add it in.<br>Please copy the code and fill it out accordingly.</em></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img padding=10]Your customized image here[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] [url=link to character sheet]name here[/url]<br>[b]Cabin:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[b]Notes:[/b] (appearance, mood, etc.)<br></code></pre></div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Current IC Date: September 28th - Oct. 5th<br>Current IC Time: Doesn't matter<br>Cabin Inspection: Ares Cabin<br>Full-timers only</strong></span></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 10:06:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NnEfXy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cabin.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 8:05 A.M.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zahara, NPC Cabin-mates.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing:&nbsp; This. (http://www.menfashionhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/1081.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br>Softness wasn't a recurring theme within Demi-Gods in general, and if it was to be ranked within a pyramid, certain people would be above others. You'd have the teachers and professors at the very top, whom usually have to care and posses some softness towards their students so that they may nurture them. Well, perhaps Mr.D was an exception. Beneath them would be the healers, children of Apollo or Hera, who have been gifted the abilities to heal their comrades and mend wounds. Such softness is needed for delicate tasks. Below them, would be the Nymphs and the Satyrs who dedicated their lives to these Demi-Gods, as protectors and warriors. Further down would be the reluctant children of Hephaestus, whom you'd think softness wouldn't apply to, yet to enjoy crafting and creating things for other people means that you take joy in others happiness, and as such, you possess softness. Everyone else fills the rest of the Pyramid, every other cabin and average boy or girl within the cabin. Yet beneath them all in softness capacity, is the Ares cabin. Lining the very bottom of the Pyramid. Ezra especially isn't even part of the Pyramid. The Pyramid is on-top of him, crushing him with its weight.&nbsp; His capacity for softness and forgiveness might as-well be non existent.<br><br>Except with her. <br><br>For a reason unknown to him, that bypassed friendships or similarities, she'd stir an emotion within him that was buried and forgotten. An emotion un-acceptable by his father, but their father, and deemed benign and weak. It was such a shameful thing, for the strong and proud children of Ares to be called soft. Like a taboo, that followed them around and caused ridicule. It was to be expected, after all, the Cabin is a symbol for strength, their father presents the physical or violent and untamed aspect of War. There is simply no room for it. Yet with her, in the privacy of their Cabin, where no one else can see or hear them, when they are sheltered by the wooden walls of their home, it would slip out. Part of him regretted this, and could not quite understand how he could simply look at her and forget his natural anger and hate. Why it was, that he could press his lips to her skin and instantly calm himself was beyond his understanding. Why he could close his eyes and take in her scent, and the hate within him goes away. He knew one thing. The smile curled around her lips when he did, was the one thing that made him feel good.<br><br>She squirmed out of his arms while laughing about her situation, firmly stating that this was not their deal. His grin widened just a little more as her feet hit the ground, and he hummed a deep and low quizzical tone from the bottom of his throat. <strong>"Oh really? I think the victor gets to state the terms of his reward, hm? I do believe this is my victory."</strong> He snickered, as she protested. Oh he knew she wouldn't be caught dead getting carried like an Aphrodite, in her 'strong man's arms'. He nearly laughed at his own thought. <strong>"Or did you forget the time you beat me in the Hermes race and had me walk back to the Cabin on my hands? I still owe you some payback for that..."</strong> He paused, rolling his eyes with a sigh. <strong>"But I'll let it slide this time, because of...your help."</strong> He got nervous saying that, and he didn't know why. Maybe because he liked the touch so much, that it happened so instinctively and naturally...or maybe because he just hated getting help. Who knows.<br><br>Then she turned around and flashed him that cheeky grin, sticking her tongue out as she taunted him a little more, and his nervousness slipped away from his body. He raised an eyebrow as he always did when he was about to say something sarcastic, a smirk on his lips. <strong>"Yeah, you <em>totally</em> didn't just get caught off guard."</strong> He grinned back, before he turned around and grabbed his backpack. Throwing it over his shoulder just momentarily, he walked up to his room and tossed it onto his bed, before turning around and locking the door behind him. The was a ward on the lock, so that anyone who tried to sneak in would instantly fall through a trap door and inevitably get caught my Ezra when he returned. Which would result in an ass beating. <br><br>He picked up the spear he'd thrown on the ground and walked up to where it was hung by the door before, catching her little tease about him needing to do better in the process. He let out a cocky laugh as he hung the long, wooden weapon back in its place before walking up to Zii, throwing an arm over her shoulder and pressing her to his side. His masculine frame would fit her own built yet feminine figure rather nicely, with their height difference being the only visible contrast. <strong>"Yeah yeah, say that if you beat me today."</strong> He snickered. <strong>"Speaking of, we gotta go talk to Chiron. I'm sure he'll want to set up something for all these new kids coming today. Actually.."</strong> He raised his finger to her lip, pressing it against her and shushing her quickly. <strong>"If you listen, you can already hear their buzz."</strong><br><br>Actually, she probably couldn't, and it was simply Ezra's heightened senses. His father's gifts to him were not just miraculous in battle and no more. They heightened some senses, kept him aware. Nevertheless, Zii was equally as skilled. So who knows, maybe she would hear something. <strong>"Anyways, we should go." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 07:48:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Zahara3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zahara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10214425#msg10214425) (Zii)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ares Cabin --&gt; Outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st, After 8am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing sleeveless camp t-shirt, black compression running shorts, and Nikes<hr>Zii let the mention of her 'help' go, not wanting to dwell on something that made her feel like squirming where she stood. She had no idea what to do with that particular feeling and so she shoved it away like she did with pretty much anything that didn't make sense, leaving it to be looked at another time. Instead she focused on what she could handle, ignoring the slight feeling of cowardice that nagged at her, and smiled as she remembered that particular race and the consequences of Ezra's loss. Oh, that had been fun! Things like that were very motivating to her, if only because chances to face real monsters were so few and far between. Most kids didn't relish the chance to stare down some ugly foul smelling creature but Zii did. It was in her blood. Unfortunately, until she was called up for a quest, she would have to take her pleasure in the small victories. <br><br>Zii stood just outside the doorway as Ezra went to his room to drop off his bag. Hands on her hips she let the sunlight hit her toned frame and rolled her neck, loosening it up in preparation for the day. She'd already had her morning run so she was ready to get going and it showed in bother her stance and in her eyes as she looked out at the campers moving about this morning. Her reputation was nowhere near as negative as say Clarisse's, which is why she had a few greetings aimed her way, but there was a fierceness to her that most tended to pick up on without the need for direct confrontation. A fierceness that had settled into place despite the grin she wore.<br><br>Slanting a look up at Ezra as his arm dropped around her shoulders, she tsked. "Oh, you know I will. I 'll make sure it isn't too bad though," she snuck in before he continued on about Chiron. "You can go talk to the big guy and--" her eyes widened as his finger made contact with her lips. Quickly her eyes narrowed and she gave him a sharp nip with her teeth. "They're always buzzing about something. Likely someone's trying to chug over in the pavilion." Zii probably could have heard it if she tried but her sense were more tunes for battle. The sounds of swords crossing across camp she could make out with ease at almost anytime, she could even hear the whistle of an arrow as it fell toward her, but the buzz and hum of excitement about some unknown thing just didn't carry the same. <br><br>"Well, hopefully it will be something fun and not like... double pegasus duty or something like that. But yeah, you're right. We should go." She nudged him forward, not thinking much about it as their strides naturally synced into a comfortable pace. Her presence wasn't strictly necessary for meeting up with Chiron considering it was Ezra who held the actual responsibility but it wasn't at all uncommon for them to both show up to talk with the Centaur. "Though can we swing by the pavilion first?" She put a hand to her empty stomach. "I am not like those daughters of Aphrodite. Skipping meals does not work for me." Zii pushed her body hard. She'd crash much sooner without the proper fuel. Besides, it was hardly like she needed to loose any weight. Her form was toned and firm, muscular without going too far so as to make her look like some hulk or even like Ezra. Instead her Amazon genetics allowed her to maintain proper balance, allowing her to look formidable and strong while still maintaining feminine curves. "We can make it quick," she added, resisting the urge to make it a silly bet just because, "but if we don't I'll be using you as a pillow before lunchtime comes around."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 23:11:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NnEfXy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cabin.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 8:05 A.M.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zahara, NPC Cabin-mates.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing:&nbsp; This. (http://www.menfashionhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/1081.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br>Her confidence wasn't misplaced, since she'd actually beaten him a handful of times before. Though all that did is spark the fire of competition within Ezra, as he grinned from ear to ear. He'd continued on, because no words were needed for her to know that he would be coming at her with his full force. It was part of the relationship, really. Both of them were completely comfortable with beating the crap out of each other, cutting and wounding and stabbing, then just forgetting all about it the next minute and going to watch a movie or go to dinner like they weren't just savagely injuring one another. It was a beautiful Ares relationship, perhaps one that really personified what the Cabin was about. Still, as he pondered upon the thought he felt a tiny sting against his finger and he snickered.<br><br>She'd bit him! Of corse she did, and he snapped his fingers together in reaction. Raising his finger to his lips, he sucked on the tiny indent as if that helped with the pain, yet as he did so he began walking out of the cabin to head to their destination. He snorted about the Pegasus duty comment, and rolled his shoulders as they began to walk. He kept her at his side, arm around her comfortably as they made their way through the paved pathways. <strong>"Please, the only guys even enrolled in the Pegasus care class did so, so they can flirt with the Aphrodite girls." </strong>He snickered, tilting his head to the side. <strong>"Hm, I wonder why I never considered that. Though some of them do run away when they see me..."</strong> He paused, tilting his head towards her. <strong>"I'm not -that- scary am I?"</strong> He joked in passing, before she expressed desire to head for some food first. <br><br><strong>"Yeah, we can make a quick stop."</strong> he indulged her as she placed her hand on her stomach, and he took a right to head towards the Pavilion instead of going directly to Chiron's house. She was right, they did both need a good intake of carbs every morning to keep them running. Poor Aphrodite girls, though, always the butt of the joke. They didn't have too much to complain about though, since they were all collectively gorgeous. Still, Zii was also beautiful, though in a different way. Perhaps not a lot of guys shared his opinion, actually a lot of guys were simply scared of her, but he found her strength and build complimented her natural beauty rather well. He didn't know if it was her genes or the fact that she was an Amazon, but...he was attracted to it. He paused. Repeating that in his head. He was attracted to it. A thought he would avoid for the next few minutes so he can just get to the pavilion and move on from the subject. 'Keep it together, Ezra'. He had to remind himself, before clearing his throat.<br><br><strong>"Psh, when 'don't' you do that anyways. When was the last time you even slept in your own bed? Half your closet is on my bedroom floor."</strong> He rolled his eyes at the thought, as she usually took full advantage of their close friendship to use his much more comfortable bed. He didn't mind, at all really. In fact he enjoyed another warm body against him most nights. He just simply teased her about it, because that was their nature. <strong>"But yes, let's head there. I might as-well get some protein before the event."</strong> He paused his thoughts, smirking as he thought of something devious. <strong>"And I have something much more brutal than Pegasus care in mind. That's why I'm bringing you, so you can charm Chiron into agreeing to my ideas." </strong> He smirked ever so quickly just then. At the end of the day, Chiron was a guy, and some...strategically placed cleavage always helped when asking for something out of the regular. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 02:54:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Zahara3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zahara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10214425#msg10214425) (Zii)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 21st, After 8am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing sleeveless camp t-shirt, black compression running shorts, and Nikes<hr>Zahara almost snorted when Ezra mentioned the Aphrodite girls. To be fair she was often a little mean to them--and the boys as well as she didn't discriminate--but that was only because they were so gods-damned... <em>distracting</em>! Like butterflies fluttering in your face while you were trying to concentrate on something important. It irritated her like no other and yet, she couldn't seem to help herself. She totally blamed her father for that particular trait, preferring the general ADHD she'd inherited over such a ridiculous fascination. For some reason the thought of Ezra pawing over one of them made her want to growl, but she didn't instead diverting her attention to the more important matters at hand.<br><br>"Hey hey! I make perfectly good use of my own cot, thanks. Besides, you have no one to blame but yourself for the sleepovers. You started it!" Actually she wasn't sure who had started it but it sounded good. "Hmm... protein would be good. And maybe some carbs." Zii did not eat like a bird or nitpick heavily over her diet. She would happily enjoy a danish just as much as she would a bowl of oatmeal, or eggs and bacon. She was still young after all and she refused to become vain like some of the Amazons she'd grown up around. Running a large corporation in the modern age--you know, Amazon.com? Yeah, <em>that</em> one--had turned some of her sisters into warriors of a different sort. She didn't knock them, but Zii preferred to embrace the gifts bestowed upon her by her father's lineage and the old ways of her tribe. <br><br>This time she did actually snort as Ezra mentioned having some brutal idea in mind. She wasn't surprised at all. "Mmhmm... riiiight. Do I even wanna know what this brilliant idea is?" She hadn't a clue why he thought her presence would get Chiron to agree to anything but it hardly mattered. As long as she was getting breakfast out of the deal she was happy to help. <br><br><div align="center">~Scene continued here~ (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208563.msg10253258#msg10253258)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 05:38:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/9e750b6c7884ea06168459e03c21ad5a/tumblr_n8omnp2xXi1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Henry<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares <br><strong>Location:</strong> In front of Ares' cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23, Late evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra<hr><br>Henry's face was streaked with tears as he walked from Hermes' Cabin to where Ares' was located. It should have only taken five minutes even with his belongings to reach the place which would serve as his new home within the camp. Thinking back, he probably should have accepted Avery's offer to walk him over but he pushed her away, not literally since she would have flayed him verbally, because he thought it would be easier alone. It really wasn't. In fact, he felt horrible and plain miserable. He was probably the saddest kid to ever become claimed in the camp's entire history. <br><br>He lifted his hand and wiped away the single tear which multiplied with each step. Why did he have to win against stupid Luke anyways? And why did his dad have to be looking at that particular moment? He climbed up the steps with a quiet sigh and then knocked door lightly, hoping that no one would answer so that he could return back to Hermes' cabin. The place which felt more like home rather than a hotel where he was staying until he gained claimed status. He never really interacted much with anyone within Ares' cabin because he was often seen as too scrawny and too soften spoken by the lot of them. He actually smiled through a sniffle when no one actually answered after a second knock. Maybe his prayers, no disrespect to his dad, had actually been answered. "Whoope!" He cheered abruptly with a little jump in the air and then turned around to drag his crap back in the direction he'd came from. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 06:03:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/5e940c55-8472-4484-a36d-cdeb265d3e68_zps5199d5e0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cabin.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry (NPC), Zahara (In mention only)<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing: Camp Uniform.<br><hr><hr><br>There was a rather convincing reason for the Ares cabin to be as quiet as it was, and it was one that you wouldn't have expected. To a regular person standing outside the door, such as Henry, there'd be barely a sound coming out of the place. Yet it was not because there was no one in there, or that the Ares children mysteriously went out all together at once. No, there was a far more logical reason. The entire cabin was magically sound-proofed by Mr.D, who had taken it upon himself to cast a sound-sealing seal around the entire cabin because of how ridicilously loud and noisy they were. It was to be expected, the Cabin was the largest of all cabins by a good mile or two, and housed the rowdiest and most agressive kids in all of camp. If they didn't quite them down, no one would get any sleep. At all. <br><br>Ezra was inside, sitting at the end of the cabin speaking with a few of his brothers. Most of the Ares kids were home, with the exception of a few doing something or two on their own. A lot of them were holding a rowdy arm wrestling competion, a few others had went off to the small armory within the cabin to sharpen their swords and steel. Ezra was simply discussing a few things with some of the more experienced of his brothers, ones that were around as long as he was. No matter how strong how strong his ruling fist was, he still liked to take opinions and make the seniors feel respected. It was well deserved, they were all fine and strong warriors. <br><br>"Councillor, someone's knocking." He heard a voice yelling at him from the other side of the Cabin. He raised a curious eyebrow with an irritated growl. His brothers and sisters knew the commands to enter, or at least had keys to unlock the door them self. No one knocked anymore. <strong>"Tell Zii to get it."</strong> He mentioned as he continued to talk among his brothers. "She's not here." a voice retorted&nbsp; before he knock came again. "Ezra..." another voice called out for him, and Ezra snapped a little. Who the fuck was so important to randomly drop in now? Charging up to the door, he quickly grabbed the knob and swung it open with force. The moment he did, the seal was broken and the sudden noise was nearly deafening from behind him. <br><br>He stared at the culprit, some scrawny kid who had his back turned. The entire cabin turned around to see who it was, and Henry was face to face with around a hundred pissed off children of Ares, all of them bigger than him. Ezra glared daggers at the kid, a brow still raised. <br><br><strong>"The fuck do you want?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 06:34:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/9e750b6c7884ea06168459e03c21ad5a/tumblr_n8omnp2xXi1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Henry<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares <br><strong>Location:</strong> In front of Ares' cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23, Late evening <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra<hr><br>Henry had already made it down the first steps when suddenly mayhem accosted his ears. His hands instinctively rose upward to cover them, consequently dropping his bags. The old zipper broke and opened, causing his action figure toys to escape out of its side. Knowing his toys could take a beating, Henry turned around rather than pick them up and was instantly faced with the red burning eyes of Ezra. Alright, slight exaggeration but for someone like him, barely able to fit his own shoes, the glare the leader of the cabin gave him for simply having the nerve to knock at the door which by all rights was now <em>his door</em> scared the daylights out of him. <br><br>If that had not been enough, one of the obscenities which Avery forbade him from using because she said only idiots needed to curse in order to express themselves was directed at him without any delay. No one had ever spoken to him like that in his entire life. Henry gulped and glanced down at his feet, unable to stop twiddling his thumbs together. <br><br>How was he supposed to answer that very simple question? He wanted to return back to Hermes' cabin where he belonged but he highly doubted the camp directors would allow it. And wasn't it obvious why he was at their door in the first place? What other reason did people come knocking in the middle of the night with all their life's belongings? He glanced longingly back towards where he knew he would be welcomed with even a playful rustle of his hair before bedtime. Sighing, he hesitantly returned his gaze back to Ezra. "I, uh, I," he tried to speak but felt like his tongue had become swollen in his mouth. This was beyond horrible. Henry closed his eyes and tried to hold back the hot tears which were threatening to break free and fall down his face...again. It did not work. He felt them judging him with their disgusted expressions and winced upon hearing their laughter. It was then Henry's rarely displayed temper erupted and he said hateful words, "I don't want to be your stupid brother and I don't to stay in your stupid cabin! You're just a bunch of ASSES!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 06:54:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/5e940c55-8472-4484-a36d-cdeb265d3e68_zps5199d5e0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cabin.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry (NPC), Zahara (In mention only)<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing: Camp Uniform.<br><hr><hr><br>Confusion took over anger for a moment, as Ezra stared at this helpless little thing spinning around himself. Okay, so compassion and delicacy weren't exactly his forte. But the kid looked like he just saw seven Harpies and a Minotaur open the door and stare him in the face. Ares cabin was quite used to vulgarity, and often disregarded the fact that their life was a little different from others outside of their home. The teachers understood that this was not just an attitude problem, but simply their inherited genes. The God of War's offspring were naturally rebellious, rowdy, angry, and it wasn't any of their faults. Ezra understood this, he had the maturity to. He knew his father, and had met him more than once. He knew that even though his brothers and sisters get called assholes, jerks, idiots, among many other terms because of how they act, it wasn't something they controlled.<br><br>As he looked at the kid, he dropped his bag and suddenly action figures dropped everywhere. A horde of laughter burst from behind Ezra, as his brothers and sisters cackled at the sight. Toys were like a death wish in this cabin. Anything that was synonymous with softness and child-like behavior was an automatic no, and this kid didn't seem to get the memo. At all. Ezra's face remained stern, and it was the only one to do so. While the others laughed at Henry, he maintained his stern expression. Times like this is where he really needed Zii, and understood where she complimented his faults with her strengths. She could deal with this, she could at least try and talk the kid down from crying as tears began streaming down his face.<br><br>Ezra nearly spoke up again to try and quiet things down and get a handle on the situation, before Henry sealed his own fate with those last few words. Suddenly the laughter died down, and cynical smiles turned into growls and glares. <br><br>"The fuck you say kid?" <br>"Are you signing a death wish?"<br>"Teach this guy a lesson Ezra!" <br>"Fuck it, I'll do it!"<br><br>The voices boomed from behind him again as the Ares children began pouring out. Ezra turned quickly to try and get a handle on the situation. <strong>"I did not say you could leave! Get back inside!"</strong> He yelled, trying to maintain some control but shit had already hit the fan. No matter how powerful he was, he could not calm down 100 of this brothers. Even half that number was a daunting, nearly impossible task. As he tried to block and stand in the way of a few of them, a few more slipped away and got their hands on Henry.<br><br>"You better watch what you say kid, you don't know who you're messing with!"<br><br><strong>"MALCOLM!"</strong><br><br>Crack. What was heard, was the sound of a fist connecting with Henry's face. A particullarly angry brother had let his father's rage flow through him a little bit too much, and acted upon the rage. Despite Ezra's yelling, he couldn't stop him. All he could do afterwards was quickly pace to Malcolm and violently shove him away from the injured Henry, who now sported a rather bruised and black eye courtsey of Malcolm's fist. Ezra stared at the injured child, unsure of what to say or do. This had never happened before...so he did the only thing he knew -to- do. He turned around to face his brothers, eyes now truly glaring a fiery red, an indication of extreme anger and frustration. They knew, that to disobey at that moment would mean they'd end up no better than Henry. <br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>"EVERYONE BACK IN THE CABINS, IN THEIR BEDS. LIGHTS OUT, NOW."</strong></span> He paused to shoot a particularly vicious glare at Malcolm, but when he turned around to look at Henry, the kid was already gone and nowhere to be seen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 08:07:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/9e750b6c7884ea06168459e03c21ad5a/tumblr_n8omnp2xXi1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Henry<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Claimed and Unhappy Child of Ares<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bloodied Camp Shirt and Jeans<br></div></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Avery1.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Avery<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Longstanding Unclaimed Resident of Hermes<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pajamas--&gt;Armor<br></div></td></tr></tbody></table><hr><div align="center"><strong>Location:</strong> Standing outside of Hermes Cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23, Late evening <br></div></div><br>Henry would likely have nightmares for weeks to come about this particular moment when faced with not one but dozens of angry glares from the other side of the door. He stepped back and almost tripped over his own bag but managed to somehow catch his balance. What occurred next was an absolute blur because it happened entirely too quickly for his mind to process. <br><br>Someone cursed at him...again...and before he could even blink they were surrounding him like rabid dogs. Being much smaller, it felt like he was dwarfed by them. Henry was too frighten to even lift his hands in defense or shield himself. Instead, he cowered away from their overt threats of violence. He cried out loudly when suddenly a fist crashed into the side of his face, hard enough for his teeth to click down painfully on his tongue and fill his mouth with blood. The force of the blow knocked him off his feet. It hurt so badly and his eyes instantly overflowed with tears. Only, that brought more pain because it stung since one of his eyes were slowly but surely swelling to a close. He had read and been read to about stories where heroes faced off creatures with huge fangs and hairy faces about a million times but he never imagined his nemesis would come in the form of another demi-god. His bags and toys were abandoned as he scrambled to his feet when the goons were distracted, running all the way back to the safety which was Hermes cabin. Henry banged loudly enough at the door to wake the entire cabin with his closed fist.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please," he cried pathetically and banged once more before falling down to his knees. "Please don't make me go. AVERY!"<br><br>The door opened to reveal Avery already dressed in her usual plain baby blue pajamas with a very confused look on her face. "Henry, I know you don't—." She stopped what would become a lecture when Henry looked up at her and she noticed the state of his face. "Henry, go inside right now and let Jamal clean up your face, okay? Your bed is still empty." It was tempting to linger around and see after his care herself but her blood was beyond boiling despite the calmness of her voice.<br><br>She watched as Henry walked with his shoulders sulking and head down before she returned briefly to her room and with shaking hands pushed off her pajamas then redressed in appropriate clothes (http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img850/328/zqw7.jpg). Despite her anger, she wasn't stupid. She picked up brand new sword, hand created by Vincent, then stormed out of the cabin with the intention of decorating her weapon, Joybringer (http://s247.photobucket.com/user/onilobo/media/Joybringer_zps1e3b3f74.jpg.html), in someone's blood tonight. The moonlight glinted off her armor as she walked before she spotted someone else a little ways in front of her. She knew the confident fucking swagger anywhere. "Ezra," she called out, voice no higher than a whisper but still managed to carry across the distance since it was carried by a playful breeze. Joybringer gleamed in the moonlight as she lifted it up into a combative stance. "I suggest you arm yourself. You have ten seconds."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 08:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/5e940c55-8472-4484-a36d-cdeb265d3e68_zps5199d5e0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cabin.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Asher (NPC), Zahara (In mention only)<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing: Engraved Armor. (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oft_XybHgEA/TaYNgf708jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rx_lw32D48U/s1600/44814_1541924238465_1545730925_31331048_7988729_n.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br>Things had gotten out of hand so quickly, and Ezra just about lost all control. If it wasn't for his fury, as his pupils changed into their crimson hue and scared his brothers into obeying, there'd been an all out riot within the Cabin. The first order of business was to take care of the idiot who escalated this entire thing, and Ezra was not feeling merciful. Walking over to Malcolm, who was on the ground from Ezra's earlier shove, Ezra reached down and grabbed him by the collar. No words were exchanged, but Ezra followed the very simple rule, if not the only rule this Cabin lived by: An eye for an eye. A fist connected directly with Malcolm's face, and another crack was heard, yet this one was far worse. The moment Ezra withdrew his hand, it'd be obvious that he'd broken the guy's nose. Malcolm groaned out in pain as his brothers and sisters averted their eyes, and immediately Ezra pointed a finger to his face.<br><br><strong>"I don't want to hear a FUCKING word. Shut up, and pray to father that you are not kicked out of the Camp and left to the Harpies tonight."</strong> He growled out at Malcolm, who was nothing more than an obeying pup at the moment. <strong>"ASHER! Come hold him."</strong> An older member of the Cabin came and obeyed, holding down Malcolm in Ezra's place while he slipped inside. Making a B-Line to his room, Ezra shed his regular clothing and instead opened his closet. He grabbed the first piece of armor he could find, a simple Leather Chestpiece (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oft_XybHgEA/TaYNgf708jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rx_lw32D48U/s1600/44814_1541924238465_1545730925_31331048_7988729_n.jpg) engraved with the symbol of the Lion, their Father and Cabin's mark. He reached deeper into the closet, picking up a pair of Twin Swords. (http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2008/106/0/4/Scimitars_of_LuSian_by_mufuks.jpg) Might &amp; Glory, the famous blades he'd used to cut down a Minotaur three years prior. He did not have time to take a spear along with him, so he settled for that and darted out of the room, heading directly to Malcolm.<br><br>He grabbed him back from Asher, before turning around to face his brother. <strong>"Make sure everyone is DONE for the night. I need to go clean up this mess."</strong> He asserted firmly, glaring at Malcolm. <strong>"And save his ass from expulsion. If I come back and I hear a word or a fucking whisper, it's your ass Asher. You're in charge till Zii comes back."</strong> He ordered, and the older member understood, turning back to usher his brothers inside. With that, Ezra's hand remained on Malcolm's collar and he began walking down the pathway directly for Chiron's house, dragging the culprit along with him. Things needed to be settled, to be explained. When he signed up for Councillor, he took the entire Cabin as a responsibility. He was warned that it would be difficult. He was warned that Ares children were not so easily controlled, and he was paying the price of his leniency. He should have nipped this in the bud before it escalated. <br><br>The worst case scenario happened, when in the distance he glanced the shine of a certain armor he was all too familiar with. <strong>"Fuck.</strong>" He cursed quietly, before shoving Malcolm down into a bush next to him with force. <strong>"Stay down and shut up." </strong>He yelled at Malcolm, who at this point was bleeding profusely. Turning his attention to Avery, Ezra took a breath. His crimson eyes glared in the night, no better than a wild cat's pair. He reached down and pulled out one of his swords slowly, yelling down the pathway so she could hear him. <strong>"I'm taking care of this Avery! This is MY responsibility. Do NOT make me do this!"</strong> He was beyond patience or conversation at this point. There was no more reasoning, he didn't want to, but if she insisted on getting in his way, he would remove her from it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 23:02:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/359840f5e176bf6b11081caf6991e7e9/tumblr_n8pvg0uwLd1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed Resident of Hermes Cabin<br><strong>Location:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra, The Queen (https://31.media.tumblr.com/3cc8b11e5ea0d1a7c90e5653c6e29c52/tumblr_mp4t38WFI01qgglx1o4_250.gif) <br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Avery felt cold, absent of any other emotion other than the harsh reality of unconstrained rage. Strangely enough, she was not pushed into illogical senselessness. She was still very much aware of her surroundings and her opponent. In fact, it felt like those very emotions had been gathered together and harnessed within her mind to be expelled at a moment's notice. <br><br>Henry was a child.<br><br>Regardless of Ezra's fucked up perceptions of how a leader was supposed to operate, the fact still remained that the newly claimed member of his cabin was a child, unused&nbsp; to what he perceived as commonplace. She often turned a blind eye to how he treated, both physically and verbally, those beneath him because the camp directors said little about it. For the most part, Ares' children seemed to accept that life was nothing other than violence and the constant need to have pissing contests with each other. However, Henry did not chose to be placed within Ezra's cabin and never really voiced much preference for it either other than occasional admiration for one of their feats within combat. For Ezra to use such nasty tactics on <em>her</em> Henry, a sweet and innocent boy who deserved some semblance of childhood, was despicable. She was not of the mind that he should be constantly sheltered. Danger lurked constantly in the shadows from monsters and even the gods themselves who were constantly prone to fits of unprovoked rage. Yet, there were other avenues to take than what he decided to induct Henry with. All Ezra did was teach Henry to fear his own cabin.<br><br>Calm pools of blue stared unwavering into the chaotic madness found within crimson. Her gaze flickered down briefly and found the evidence which condemned and coined him as a monster. The sticky residue of blood lingered at his fingers. Her free hand lifted upward to press to her lips as if to shush the beast which prowled in front of her. A bubble of laughter slipped from her lips as a sliver of a smile slowly etched itself at her mouth. "It's already done, Ezra. Let's play it your way." With those words spoken, Avery lowered the tightly sealed gates within her mind since she knew pure physical combat would not see justice done. Ezra was physically stronger than her, always had been. <em>First, you grab tightly to their darkest, most innermost fears. Plunge yourself into it, taste their screams, their insecurities.</em> The silken voice whispered sweetly at her ear. <em>This is the true nectar of the Gods. Only then do you twist the knife into their very souls and watch, always watch, as they drown within their insanity.</em><br><br>Her free fingers tapped over the very earth never to her before she exerted her will upon it. <em>Rise,</em> Avery commanded. The soil trembled and from the dirt where man believed they came arose dirt clones of herself. A tiny vein within her nose ruptured from the effort needed to hold them under her command before she changed their dirt exteriors into her likeness from their grey eyes all the way down to the same sword. As she started to walk forward, the two clones followed suit with deadly intention. Before their swords crossed each other for the first time, Avery reached forward and attempted to take hold of Ezra's mind, force memory upon him. <em>Murderer,</em> she accused mentally, voice echoing within those mental corridors, and waited like a spider for her accusation to trigger memory. Clone 1 unleashed the first assault, cutting its sword from the right through the air with an banshee like howl screaming through the air. Clone 2 darted behind him with intention to unleash a fury onto his unprotected back. While Avery remained at his front, revealing Joybringer's hidden talent to extend over short distances and almost whip through the air. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 23:46:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/Ez_zps5bb59020.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cabin.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing: Engraved Armor. (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oft_XybHgEA/TaYNgf708jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rx_lw32D48U/s1600/44814_1541924238465_1545730925_31331048_7988729_n.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br>The contrast of calm and chaos was pure evidence of the clash about to happen, and all simply in their eyes before swords or steel connected. Her words sealed their fate, the moment she decided she would not remove herself from his way and take him head on instead. Someone like her could never understand, someone that soft, someone that absurdly compassionate. He cared not for her misjudgement, as accelerated nad heightened eyesight caught glimpse of her own blue hues staring at the blood on his hands and jumping to assumptions. Her facial expression changed just then, validating his presumtion that she thought he was the culprit. Did it matter, though? Who punched Henry and who didn't? Was Ezra not responsible for every one of them? Including Henry, whose heritage had dawned on him after Avery came storming forward. If the kid had some courage to speak up, this could have all been avoided, yet the harshness of collective atmosphere was far too crushing for the child.<br><br>These were thoughts he could no longer entertain, and as she charged towards him with her sword in hand, and Ezra yanked out his second from his belt, a sharp and painful voice invaded his mind. <em>Murderer!</em> it echoed, again and again until Ezra growled out in pain and had to raise one of his hand to press against his forehead. <strong>"I TRUSTED YOU!"</strong> He yelled out at her, as she continuously blasted the same words through his head. A mistake, from all those years ago...a life lost, to a child imbued with powers beyond his containment, beyond his understanding...the very reason why Ezra was here at Camp, why he came at such a young age...he'd trusted her with such a secret, and she was using it against him in blind conviction. It allowed her the moments to place her hand against Gaia and summon her puppets, the magics of her abilities taking form and starting to lunge at him. <br><br>Ezra stood still if for just a moment longer, Crimson eyes glaring a gaze that would freeze the Gods themselves and have them take caution. He had trusted her and she had betrayed him, and she would pay for the price. He growled out a war cry from the bottom of his throat, honoring his father and demanding his attention in the process. With a quick twist of his body, Ezra ducked beneath the swing of the first clone and spun around, jamming the sharp end of Glory into his stomach and quickly rising upwards to slice the earth clone upwards, splitting it at the head. Using the momentum of his rise, his other hand flexibly snapped forward and released the hilt of Glory in a quick snapping movement, sending the sword flying forward with enough velocity to pierce the heart of the second earth clone behind him. <br><br>The velocity of the throw would knock the clone on the ground, while Ezra himself charged forward and the first clash of steel was heard. Ezra's Might pressed against Avery's Joybringer as it extended towards him with an intent to pierce. It all happened within the span of a split second,&nbsp; the ironic names of the swords giving a stark look into the reason behind their fight. He used his weight to pressure her forward, knowing she would have to defend against it and ultimately fail. <strong>"THIS is why your mother never claimed you!"</strong> He growled in rebellious anger, hitting her where it hurts just as she did with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 07:23:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Marcus_Aiden.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Patton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10172885#msg10172885)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to Hermes Cabin, finding some distraction <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 23rd - Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Healthy as a Horse<br>Wearing: Camp Halfblood shirt and jeans&nbsp; <hr><br>Well camp was, he didn't know what to say about it. It was comfortable? He had a bed, food, but he was not very sociable. Marcus spent most of his time out of sight, waiting for all the chatter about the new guy (him) to die down. Marcus had no interest in the activities nor did anything but hang out with Justine now and then. He had yet to find his own groove. For the most part he was bored, he was far to comfortable, he wondered deep down if he was something of an adrenaline junkie, it would make a lot of sense. <br><br>With nothing to do that evening, he was returning from a long walk and looking forward to a shower. In the distance he heard some shouting but that was the norm. Ignoring it for the most part, it didn't become clear until he was almost upon the warring campers. Marcus decided to settle down against a tree and watch. He still didn't know many names, had he bothered to meet people besides the few that were pointed out he might have. It didn't seem very important at the time, whatever transpired between the two looked pretty damn personal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 20:11:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/359840f5e176bf6b11081caf6991e7e9/tumblr_n8pvg0uwLd1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed Resident of Hermes Cabin<br><strong>Location:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra, The Queen (https://31.media.tumblr.com/3cc8b11e5ea0d1a7c90e5653c6e29c52/tumblr_mp4t38WFI01qgglx1o4_250.gif) <br>&nbsp;<hr><br><em>Plunge</em>. The sickly sweet voice instructed with a measure of sharpness in its tone after Ezra's pained filled voice cried out into the silence of the night upon feeling a mere brush of her mental assault. Avery exhaled sharply, the painting of his childhood nightmare breathing itself to life within her mind. Each stroke created a detail more vivid and vibrant than the last. Not one millisecond of the memory was left unmasked. <em>Taste</em>. Yet, the experience was not completely detached, it felt like her body was immersed within every emotion Ezra had experienced. From the depths of despair to the complexity of misunderstanding, from unforgivable guilt to the constant shadow of fear. Surprisingly, it was not fear of retribution but fear of himself and what he was capable of. <br><br>Avery almost second-guessed fighting him but then she reminded herself of Henry's bloodied face. Ezra, of all people, should have been more sympathetic rather than intentionally brutal. As a child, when he was lost and completely vulnerable, no one comforted him with a closed fist or any other ruthless tactic. They helped him despite his being different from the common man. Yet, for whatever reason, he apparently forgot how it felt to be at another person's mercy and how it felt to be utterly alone. <br><br>She would ensure he never buried that memory again. <br>&nbsp;<br>The first clone crumbled to the ground after Ezra's initial attack, its Avery-like head severed right through the middle. No blood nurtured the ground. Instead, it slowly started the process of stitching itself back together, preparing to reenter the fray. The second clone crashed into the trunk of a nearby tree, shaking the mighty oak to its very roots. Yet, the conjured fiend did not become sentient, it's hand reached toward its chest, where the sword skewered its body, and tugged mightily until Glory was pulled from its body. <br><br>Joybringer resumed its normal shape just in time for her to parry his aggressive blow. Avery's teeth clamped tightly together before she grunted with effort and pushed back against him. Her small frame was not helpful within this particular stance, causing her feet to dug down into the ground. His yelled accusation stunned her enough to stumble backwards. <em>Twist.</em> Yet, before she could completely lose the advantage and crumble underneath the fury of his rage, she pictured a hand around his mind and without mercy closed her fingers around it. Rather than pain, his memory was perverted and tainted until it flashed repeatedly in front of his eyes. The rotting corpse of the man he murder rose upward from the ground. His aunt pushed him away and called him <em>homicida</em>. <br><br>She screamed and kicked out her foot to knock into his chest, gaining much needed space between them. <em>Twist harder! Harder! Make him scream!</em> Thunder flashed across the skies as she lunged and sent her sword out again, flexible blade extending upward before coming crashing down toward his shoulder. Avery's ears popped painfully, blood dripped, as she pushed herself further within Ezra's mind and changed the scared boy into who he was today, only he was choking on his last breath and hearing the screams of his cabin members as they died. The first clone recovered and rejoined the battle to parry any attempt made by him before the second dipped downward with an extended leg intent on tripping him. They both seemed to move much faster and aggressively with each ticking second. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 05:50:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/25/Jamal1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jamal Ryker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10249824#msg10249824) and NPC Henry <br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hermes <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hermes Cabin <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry (Npc)<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing PJ bottoms, towel around his shoulders - kinda pissed off... <hr><br>Jamal was coming out of the showers, a small crowd gathered around someone. "What's going..."He was interrupted as Henry burst out and hugged his legs, almost causing him to tumble. "Hey little man what's up?" Jamal knelt down, only then catching the shiner. The little man eyes had dried up, but began tearing up once more as he retold the story about being claimed and how they had talked to him, before he was punched! Avery was missing, he wondered what was going on but he wanted to tend to Henry's eye first. He called for their first aid kit and an ice-pack, taking a few minutes to make sure he was alright. <br><br>It took a lot of reassuring, but Jamal promised Henry he could spend one more night in the cabin. His dad was the god of travelers, if he had a problem with it, he would explain the trek to the Ares cabin was to far. It would not serve him well to baby him (being a son of the god of war), but one night would be fair, baby steps. <br><br>By the time he was done, the crowd had been shifting to the windows facing outside. Jamal walked over and stepped outside with a hand on Henry's shoulder. "Ohh shit...." He spotted Avery and Erza charging towards another. "Come on Henry...let's go inside, I need to tell Chiron...."<br><br>"No...I want to watch." Henry interrupted him, climbing up the hand rail, hugging the post to keep him steady. Jamal sorted of agreed with Henry, he wanted to see Erza get his ass kicked, but it was unlikely to happen. He sighed and nodded, crossing his arms and began to worry for Avery while a little smirk began to form across Henry's lips as he watched on. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 11:56:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/Ez_zps5bb59020.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cabin.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery, The War God. (http://i.imgur.com/lVKBwfY.gif)<br><strong>Summoning:</strong> Ruin, Warhorse of Ares. (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/363/6/6/hell_horse_by_connormaxon-d5pmdhd.jpg)<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing: Engraved Armor. (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oft_XybHgEA/TaYNgf708jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rx_lw32D48U/s1600/44814_1541924238465_1545730925_31331048_7988729_n.jpg)<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Some links include Gore. <br><hr><hr><br><em>'Πατέρα, τον ακούτε?'</em><br><br>Words echoed through his mind, yet by his own accord. This was not a language known to the woman invading his mind, nor were they brought upon by her influence. No, they were words born out of his own subconscious. Words that would hold no meaning to whoever heard them, except for one. Yet the one they were intended for was not between them. He was in not in this camp, not in this land, not even on this earth. They were directed to someone far above her reach, someone who would not be thwarted by her charms or spells. To a point, Ezra himself was unaware of his mind's prayers. A language he had not learned, coursing through his mind, was dismissed as more of Avery's trickery and magic. His conscious, his body, his very being was dedicated to this clash, a condition and a pledge. It was how he fought in his father's name, how every child of Ares should fight, with complete and utter dedication. Yet this time, there was more.<br><br><em>'Θα μου υπαιτιότητα για τις αμαρτίες που δεν είναι δικά μου?</em>'<br><br>Crimson eyes watched as wooden clones began to mend themselves from the wounds previously inflicted, undoing any damage Ezra had done. He scowled at Avery, finding her magic a cowardly way to fight. It was one more fundamental difference that had ended their previous relationship, and now she was using it against him. Yet suddenly, as he pressured forward against the clash of her sword, the feeling of a hand gripping his mind and squeezing overtook him. A yell of pain ripped through his throat loud enough to wake up every Cabin in the vicinity, and suddenly the images intensified, twisted within his mind. A swift kick delivered to his chest suddenly sent him backwards, dragging his feet and digging them in the dirt to remain standing. Yet the images were unrelenting. His murderous past, the biggest sin he'd ever committed, and the biggest declaration to Ares. His own aunt, mother figure and Care-Taker, shunning and abandoning him. His home, taken away and robbed. His self, getting dragged to unknown camps by freighting creatures. The pain and horror was strong enough to send Ezra falling onto one knee to hold him up, one hand grasping Might, another grasping at his head as he growled out in pain. In simpler terms, it felt like seven hundred lancers were stabbing his head with spears.<br><br><em>'Πατέρα ... Έχω πάρει μια ζωή για σένα'</em><br><br>She naturally took the chance, and Avery regained her ground. She slashed her sword forward towards her shoulder, and a small dodge meant that Ezra dodged most of the slash. Yet he did not come out of it unharmed. The tip had grazed an un-armored piece of his skin, and ripped through the flesh in a swift slice. He growled, Might coming up to deflect the rest of the blade. Yet his position was unfavorable. The pain of the mind was dulling all his senses, and in the absence of awareness the clones had regained structure and started to charge at him as images of his Cabin members, brothers and sisters, the people he's supposed to protected, all killed and filled with blood. Crimson eyes looked upwards. One last wild howl into the air, defying the roaring thunder above them, would be his final plea to the man his words were meant for. Loud and clear, thoughts finally took form in words.<br><br><em>"Θα πάρετε ένα για μένα?!"</em><br><br>The moment his final words were uttered, the ground began to quake beneath them. The shaking was rough and sudden, abrupt and hard, enough to put everyone off balance. The rushing clones would trip over their own feet, trees would begin to uproot and shake from Gaia, and the tiles lining the trail around them distorted and flung out of place. The very ground split beneath them, Ezra's voice only drowned out by the deafening clash of earth against earth. Gaia had split, leaving a divide between Avery and Ezra. The ground stopped shaking. Once again, abruptly and without warning, everything was as it was. For a second, no noise was heard except for the chirping of Grasshoppers and the sway of the wind. It was still, as if time itself had stopped. Ezra's lips slowly formed into a grin, curling lewdly along his lips. Crimson eyes shot up to look at Avery, flashing her that very grin. Instinctive fear would grip her core, not because of a mind trick or magic, but her very nature as a warrior would shake and scream 'DANGER'. <br><br>The silence was suddenly broken when a hellish scream erupted from the small pit formed by the quake. It was a horrible sound, something worse than a Harpy's cries, something out of nightmares and horror stories. It would rock the ears of whoeever heard it, a voice only best described as the sound of murder. A flash of fire erupted from the rift, and the source of the noise was finally revealed. A Black Horse of Fire and Brimstone (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/363/6/6/hell_horse_by_connormaxon-d5pmdhd.jpg) leapt through the hole and stormed its way onto the mortal realm. Its skin was as black as night itself, ebony in every aspect. Its hairs, eyes, and hooves were made of pure fire, as blazing hot as Hades. Its skin was branded with the marks of the War God in emblems of fire, littering its pitch black body. The steed screamed again, and charged straight towards Avery's wooden clones. Its speed rivaled those of the horses pulling Apollo's chariots, and in a flash the steed knocked over the clone charging from behind Ezra and let its hooves smash into its face. The wood suddenly burst into flame, setting on fire from the touch of the steed and ensuring its permanent demise. Turning around, the steed picked up Glory between its teeth and charged towards...Ezra. <br><br>With a swift turn of his body, Ezra leaped backwards. He jumped with such velocity that with a single dip of the Steed's head, he managed to roll along its neck and land wildly on his back. The fires surrounded Ezra like a protective coat, unharming, unburning. His arm swung around and grasped Glory from between the steed's teeth, now the blade was dipped in one of the hottest fires ever known to the mortal realm. The steed continued its charge forward, and like a Barbarian Warrior, Ezra swung his arm forward to slice clean through the second clone of wood, setting it on fire just like its sister before. The final charge, the final target was set, and the steed darted forward until it's broad, black body smashed right into Avery and sent her flying backwards, knocking her back. <br><br>A hand placed on the steed's neck calmed it's insufferable rage and slowed its charge, letting the horse slow its charge into a steady walk as Ezra made his way to Avery's side. "Calm yourself, Ruin...the battle is almost won." He hushed the black steed as its identity would finally be known. If anyone actually paid attention in the History class with Chiron, they'd know that Ares was in possession of several war horses. The most famous among them was Aithon, the fire breathing steed, yet Ruin was among the three valued most by the War God. Summoned by a sacrifice of his own blood, a blow dealt by Avery herself as his shoulder leaked the evidence of his sacrifice. His father had listened. His father had paid attention, and his father had rewarded him for being a true Son. Finally stopping at Avery's side, he swung Might down towards her yet stopped just an inch away from her body, his arm freezing itself. <br><br>"Bow." He stared daggers at her, and the remnants of whatever Ezra was before this moment, the humanity within him, the compassion he once had, was all but gone. "Bow before my father, or I will no longer bare the consequence of my sword's next swing." This wasn't a game anymore, the moment she swung at him with deadly purpose, she'd sealed her fate. The Gods were not so kind. This was kill, or be killed, and this was her moment to decide which route she would rather take.<br><br><br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">Translations:</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Πατέρα, τον ακούτε? - <strong>Father, are you listening? </strong><br>Θα μου υπαιτιότητα για τις αμαρτίες που δεν είναι δικά μου? - <strong>Will you fault me for sins that are not my own?</strong><br>Πατέρα ... Έχω πάρει μια ζωή για σένα? - <strong>Father...I have taken a life for you.</strong><br>Θα πάρετε ένα για μένα?! - <strong>Will you take one for me?!</strong> </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 19:56:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/359840f5e176bf6b11081caf6991e7e9/tumblr_n8pvg0uwLd1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed Resident of Hermes Cabin<br><strong>Location:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra <hr><br>Avery's lips tilted upward at Ezra's frown, painted a knowing smile, when realization dawned upon his face that her clones would not be so easily dissembled. Only a fool would issue challenge to a child of Ares without an actual plan intended to level the battlefield. Perverse pleasure rippled through her body, of her own accord, upon hearing his first true scream of pain. "Tell me how it feels," she taunted softly, knowing her voice would be more jarring to his senses spoken aloud rather than within the already tormented corridors of his mind. She tilted her head to the side and she evaluated his bent but not fallen body. This simply would not do.<br><br>She was prepared to put an end to their battle of wills and bring to existence exactly what she wanted initially at the start of their bout. A humiliated Ezra who had been given a mere taste of his own harsh medicine. However, what would become the final stroke in a masterful creation, intended to crumble the forceful demi-god, was parried away with yet another singing clash of their swords against each other. Avery growled deep within her throat, shaking with the force of undiluted rage. It left a bitter taste in her mouth because there was no heavenly being she could invoke for assistance. All she ever had was herself and those brought under her protection. Her body remained poised before that look which reeked of arrogance was issued from Ezra. It was then she heard the steady sound of Ezra's voice within his mind, whispered at first but consistently building with fervor with each spoken word. No horror Avery visited upon him could detract or silence it. Her body remained poised even though the faintest of shudders edged down her spine upon being gifted with a look which reeked of arrogance and power. Somewhere nearby daughters of Aphrodite were likely swooning. <br><br>A heavy price was paid for her failure when the very soil underneath her feet started to creak and moan until the very land split down its belly and fire bled upward from its wound. She stepped backward, seeking stability in the midst of the quake, before finally plunging the crimson stained sword into the ground. There was nothing to be done but watch as the gaping laceration within the Earth widened. It was then Avery realized this recourse was the work of the Gods, and more specifically the one her opponent worshiped and paid constant homage to. This blatant work of the divine should have by all rights amazed her with its power, the birth of violent beauty, but all it left was a nasty taste in her mouth. Her ears rang painfully when that wretched scream heralded itself into existence before the wound gave birth to a creature born of fire and blood. Avery ripped her sword from its dirt sheath as the ground became still once more and then took a precautionary step backwards. Her heart screamed as it was wrenched when the creatures called upon by her power was completely destroy by the charging horse as it laid to sunder all which stood within its path. <br><br>Cruelty had been rewarded. There was no other explanation for this injustice. Yet, she did not balk and run like a coward for protection when faced with certain defeat. Avery's pride was not injured as she never sought might nor glory. All she wanted was vengeance but apparently the Gods had seen fit to deny her claim. Again. She screamed, not from agony, but frustration when the flaming goliath slammed its heavy chest into her body and consequently sent her flying backward, only stopping once the unyielding trunk of an ancient tree bit its bark into her back. Every inch of her body ached while her mind throbbed with the promise of a murderous headache. Yet, physical injury paled in comparison to the hurt she felt when faced with Ezra's face, still painfully arrogant and devoid of any lesson learned. He was still very much the same person who would betray a vow just as quickly and easily as he would strike out at the vulnerable. <br><br>Avery did not wince away when the blade nearly penetrated flesh at her side. Instead, she stared upward into those crimson eyes. "I will <strong>never</strong> bow before one who would crush the heads of innocents and foes alike in order to rise." Before what could translate into a killing blow from Ezra, thorny veins erupted with the force of molten lava from a geyser then wrapped forcefully around Ruin's powerful body. It constricted tightly enough to elicit sound before it tugged mightily downward, causing the crunching sound of bone being broken to echo across the land as it was pulled mercilessly back down into the earth. "Bless you, Fortuna," Avery thanked softly then rose upward to take advantage of the good luck bestowed upon her head. <br><br>Drawing on what little reserves left within her mind, she ignored the throbbing eruption of agony within her skull and forced her final illusion into his brain. The unyielding force of water filled his mind, forced its salty presence down his throat and raped his nostrils. Its weight added to that of his armor and tugged downward, intent upon having him kneel. The mind of the warrior was conquered and not soon after the body followed as pressure slowly started to build from a nagging ache into a burning spear within his lungs. The brain screamed for air but was constantly denied. "Yield, Ezra, or I will rip any sanity from your mind until you are but a shell of your former self. But, unlike you, I will not hide behind the name of a God for my actions. I, alone, will carry the burden of ruining you until Asphodel takes me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 04:46:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/Ez_zps5bb59020.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cabin.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avery, The War God. (http://i.imgur.com/lVKBwfY.gif) Malcolm (NPC).<br><strong>Summoning:</strong> Ruin, Warhorse of Ares. (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/363/6/6/hell_horse_by_connormaxon-d5pmdhd.jpg)<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing: Engraved Armor. (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oft_XybHgEA/TaYNgf708jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rx_lw32D48U/s1600/44814_1541924238465_1545730925_31331048_7988729_n.jpg)<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Some links include Gore. <br><hr><hr><br>In every sense of the word, Ezra was at the height of his power. He'd been offered a blessing this night as ramification for the injustice he'd had to suffer because of another son's stupidity, and for the first time he truly felt validated by his father. No longer would he doubt his father's watchful eye down upon him, no longer would he lose. With his father's steed a permanent gift, to be summoned with a sacrifice of blood at any given time, Ezra felt unbeatable. Yet even so, despite how titanic he'd felt his power, her eyes did not seem to care. Looking at her still made him uneasy, an inch away from his sword and still completely insistent in striking him with her hateful stare, judgement and scorn spilling from the gaze unfailry. Yet it made no difference who had done what. It was too late at this point, too late for explanations he would have given if she'd allowed him the chance to walk instead of standing in his way not moments ago. This was the end, and there was nothing Ezra could do about it anymore.<br><br>Spiteful words errupted from her lips in retaliation, and once again she'd refused his offer to let this all go. Furthermore she'd insulted his father in the process, and that was the last straw.&nbsp; A growl escaped his throat as Ruin screamed a hellhish scream and bucked up on its hind legs, raising itself into the air and letting the fire spill in small burning sparks downwards. They'd burn whatever they touched, including Avery's skin which came in contact with them. The horse would land on all fours once more with a mighty stomp, and Ezra would be seconds away from slicing down his sword to end her with thunder clashed even louder, louder than it had ever before. Ezra averted his eyes to the skies for a single moment, before the impossible happened right before his eyes. <br><br>Suddenly Ruin was engulfed in thorny, vicious vines that would nto burn at the touch. Hera had seen her son's interference as un-necessary, and had taken it upon herself to intervene. Ezra growled again and started to slice away at the vines one by one, trying to free the war steed while it struggled, yet this was not the magic of Avery. At least, it was not magic he was familiar with. Perhaps Avery had learned something new, or just maybe she had more power than he realized before. Only Ares could help him then, yet the God of War was not so generous as to offer his aid so profoundly twice. Furthermore, there would be implications for further defying his mother. As such, Ezra was helpless as his steed was quickly dragged back down into the pit from which it came. Ezra's hand wrapped around Ruin's neck for a moment, bathing in its fire as the horse screamed out in pain. "I will summon you again, my brother." His words whispers to the kidnapped steed, before he was forced to jump from its back and land at the last moment possible before he got sucked down along with it. <br><br>"I told you your magic was cowardice! Ares will not forgive you for tainting his creations with your fowl magi--" His words were interrupted while he was approaching her, as once again she used her mind tricks to cause him harm. This one was different. For a second he was still, on his way to confront her, and another second his mind was being flooded with a heavy flood of water that crashed through his mind. His growls turned to painful groans, ripping through his throat as the immense, searing pain forced him down once again onto his knees. She was being helped by someone he had no resistance over, and no matter how strong Ezra was, he could not defy the powers of his own Grandmother. It was excruciating, to the point where Ezra could no longer speak. Crimson eyes started bleeding, as his mind twisted and bent within him. He began to cough up blood as the blood streamed from around his eye, painting him momentarily in a demonic figure. Everything about him would not yield. His eyes screamed it, his body refusing to move, his lips refusing to speak a word of surrender. His consciousness began to flicker away, little by little, and Ezra knew he had lost. Whether the Gods were unfair in their help, and despite the fact that Hera was the one that decided she would rob her own son from his strongest champion, he had still lost. Just as he held responsibility for Henry, he had failed the rest of them. A last flashing image brought a shocking smile to his face, as a certain black haired woman smiled within his thoughts. He'd never see her again.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br><br>"STOP IT."<br><br>The voice came suddenly, quelling the thunder in the skies and surprising all who'd heard it.&nbsp; A figure stood beside Avery and Ezra, and suddenly it began to step between them with its arms spread out as far as it could reach, trying to form a barrier between Avery and its brother. Of all people, who came to aid him, it was a certain boy with a broken nose. Malcolm had been watching the whole time, and Malcolm had decided he would not just watch anymore. Guilt and pain struck his heart as he watched his brother get blessed by his father, get stabbed and wounded for something that was not his fault, get tortured by a woman who falsely accused him. Softness had no room in the cabin of Ares, yet loyalty and sacrifice did. Ezra had been doing all of this to try and save Malcolm despite what he did, and it was time that he did something too. Tears were flying down his eyes along with the blood from his nose, and he raised his first to her face. He would not punch her, simply stopping it before her eyes to display the bruising. <br><br>"HE DIDN'T DO IT, I DID!" <br><br>Malcolm yelled out as loud as his lungs would allow him, trying to prove a point and shocking her into stopping her mental attacks. The surprise on her face would be evident, and in that moment Ezra would finally take a long breath like someone had been suffocating him this whole time. His chest would pant and heave as it struggled for air, and Malcolm would walk backwards to Ezra. He'd slide beneath one of his arms and let Ezra drape it around his shoulder, lifting the mentally beaten man up to his feet. Children of Ares were not ones to kneel, their place did not belong on the ground. Malcolm still glared at Avery, the tear flow increasing down his cheeks. "He was trying to protect him...and save me from YOU." He scowled at the woman, and in a twisted turn of events everything would be on its head. Suddenly, the cruel one was Avery and not Ezra. Suddenly the reason for Ezra's stubbornness would be revealed, the protection of his brother. Even if it was at the cost of his own life, Ezra was not going to relent. Thus was the dedicated he'd offered to his siblings when he took the role of leadership. Her misjudgment was grand, and it had cost him. It had cost him greatly. <br><br>"Come on Councillor...we need to get you to the infirmary. I'll go to Chiron on my own...I will be faulted here, not you." The boy said as he wiped tears from his eyes, and began to help Ezra walk away. In one last glance, his crimson eyes met Avery's ocean blue. They did not exchange words, yet his expression was clear. She'd seen the worst in him tonight, yet she'd brought the worst out of herself to match him. She wasn't the person he knew anymore, and her compassion that he had fallen for before, turned into vengeance. His gaze upon her was not hating, nor scorning. It was...disappointed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 18:05:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/359840f5e176bf6b11081caf6991e7e9/tumblr_n8pvg0uwLd1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Avery (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10203807#msg10203807)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Unclaimed Resident of Hermes Cabin<br><strong>Location:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra <hr><br>Avery's face yielded very little of what crossed her mind when Ezra directly insulted her abilities. Although, there was no denying within herself that his words inspired hurt almost as potent as when he pointed out the possible reason for her not being claimed throughout the years. Unlike his more acceptable abilities, frequently put on display within training and capture the flag matches, her lingering touch of godliness usually inspired&nbsp; deep-seeded fear and leeriness. However, their reactions were reasonable to Avery as she would not care much for someone ruffling through her own mind, seeing places which not even she had fully uncovered. Using them was not exactly enjoyable for her either since she did not care to share that level of intimacy with even those she considered to be her friends thus her reason for not using it frivolously. <br><br>Despite the harshness of his tone and the memories which consequently were dragged upwards, she still was not of the opinion that her abilities were to be considered cowardly. Would he say the same to a child of Zeus or even Poseidon if they used theirs against him? She doubted it. Yet, she realized that explaining such to Ezra would be a pointless endeavor, considering how welcoming he proved himself to be in the past to difference. At the end of the day, her ability to invade someone's mind was as much of a weapon as his natural prowess with Might and Glory. To not use them within combat would only be considered foolish since no weapon no matter how well-crafted by Vincent could ever compare to their effectiveness. <br><br>She waited, as unmoving as stone, without turning away to spare herself from the slowly building agony within his body. It was cruel and harsh but she refused to stop until he yielded either verbally or until his body did it for him by passing out. To turn away, in her opinion, would have brought credence to his anger charged declaration. This was personal, more in the way of shoving a sword through the protective flesh of someone's body than firing a long distance shot without instantly seeing the consequences. With that in mind, Avery had no intention of continuing to assault his mind once the inevitable occurred. Even with her sentence against him uttered, she still understood that a bloodied face was not equal to the taking of someone's life. A small part of her craved to finish what she had started though, to have the mighty broken beyond repair, but that feeling was not to be indulged. <br><br>A voice attempted to capture her attention. But after years of hearing Chiron yell 'never lose your focus', Avery's control and focus remained intact. It was not until he broached closer within distance to strike did she relinquish her hold on Ezra's mind. Thinking Malcolm meant to attack her, Avery prepared herself to defend but it would seem that her sword was not necessary. Confusion brightened the clouded grey of her eyes until Malcolm explained in a yell that would likely result in an even more painful headache that Ezra was not at fault. Malcolm's glares meant little to her when it became clear exactly who was responsible for the state of Henry's face. If she had the strength, she would have caused him to do far more than cry. However, as it stood, her wrath had been directed upon the wrong person. She did not utter a word in her defense when the child of Ares spoke those words intended to paint her into a monster. It also did not escape her notice that not once did he appear guilty or remorseful about his actions. <br><br>Avery was slightly tempted to shift blame back in their direction. Ezra should have mentioned that little fact sooner rather than later instead of antagonize her. Yet, she merely inhaled slowly to calm her nerves and only exhaled once they started to walk away from her. She quietly evaluated their surroundings and mentally noted that it would need to be blocked off in the morning until it could be repaired. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ezra's last glance of disappointment. It bothered her somewhat but she refused to allow his silent accusations to build within her mind. If she was to be convicted of a crime then it would be for protecting what was hers to protect. Without a word, she headed back towards Hermes' cabin with a noticeable stiffness within her stride even though she was more mentally exhausted than physical.&nbsp; <br><br>Unsurprisingly, she felt all the better when Henry emerged from the cabin and wrapped his little arms around her in a tight hug. "Ouch." She grimaced but did not push him away. This meant far more to her than anyone's approval. Avery then realized that perhaps Malcolm and Ezra were correct in their silent observations of her. She had become a monster, a person who could watch another's suffering without blinking twice. Yet, deep within her soul, she was aware that if Henry or anyone else was threatened again by violence that she would willingly sink to those dark depths in order to defend them. Lightening flashed before the sky before the heavens opened to unleash the rain upon them. Above Avery's head, a faint hologram of a crown hovered atop her head. "Out of the rain," she gently pushed Henry toward the door, "You don't need a cold to add to your injuries list." It was only when Henry looked up with a perplexed expression did Avery notice what glowed slightly above her head within the fogging glass of the cabin. "Hera." At the whisper of the goddess' name, one whom she never thought to pray to, a bolt of lightening which seemed to fall earthward with an agonized scream was absorbed first by a shield with the goddess' emblem engraved within its middle. The anger of the bolt was transformed into the harmless petals of the queen's favorite flower, the lily.<br><br><div align="center">-end scene-</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 22:54:48</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Nathaniel_.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Silverwood<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hermes (for a moment)<br><strong>Location:</strong> outside<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; September 23rd -&nbsp; evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> bored<br><hr><br><br>Sat on the stairs leading into the hermes cabin Nathaniel lazily turned the little wooden flute that had been a gift from his father, he had owned the flute as long as he could remember although the Sayters had never let him play it. "I wonder" he muttered. <br><br>Two days ago he had used his power for the first time and summoned Peagasus to him. Panic was one of the abilities that Pan had gifted to the Sayters, it would make sence that if he too could use it then other abilities used by the Sayters would also be open to him.<br><br>Holding the flute to his mouth he began to play, he knew no songs but he seemed to be keeping it in tune and the meledy was quite soothing. He put the flute back down and only seconds later laughed as birds seemed to repeat the song back to him. <br><br>Ok so two powers had been discovered so far. Panic and it seemed that by playing music like the Sayters he could cause plants and maybe even animals to move as he wanted. Although he doubted that ability would work on anything that would only be summoned by the Panic.<br><br>It had seemed that nobody had questioned his return to the Hermes cabin, despite the whole camp having heard the news of who his father was. They had not questioned him. Most likely due to the various Sayters and Nymphs having already asked all the most important ones already "maybe i should see about building my own little place. I'm claimed now so i probably shouldnt be staying here anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 06:39:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Sombra.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sombra<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Hades <br><strong>Location:</strong> CHB to&nbsp; Underworld and back <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <hr><br>It wasn't everyday a direct path from the underground to the camp opened up. Sombra was out playing with his brothers and sisters when he noticed the fissure and went exploring! The massive pup pushed out of the horse sized hole and sniffed around, his massive size masked by the his namesake, the shadows he walked in. "What the....ohh the boss is not gonna like this!" The pup caught two familiar scents, four in total and one didn't belong to Percy!<br><div class="floatright">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/172/d/d/hades_wears_a_three_piece_suit_by_itsanidiom-d6a1tfy.jpg)</div><br>The hellhound rushed back to Hades's castle, bowling over guards even ignoring his father's loud echoing protest at the gates. <br>"Boss! Boss! You are not gonna believe this! Boss!" <br><br>"Calm down pup." The King of the Underworld said calmly from his throne. His fingertips stained bloody red from the pomegranates he was cracking open. The pup practically rolled from the excitement, in action that would take out a wing or two in his castle. With a snap of his finger, the pup shrunk down to 1/10 his size and the look of a less threatening dog. <br><br>"Ahhh what...why...common boss!" The pup rolled on the floor in disbelief, lamenting his new smaller size! Hades let the dog get it out of his system, the pup quickly settled down. "Ohh yea, the news...Boss! I smelled 4 kids at the camp...your brothers....Zeus and Poseidon! They had more kids! They broke the pact!" The pup explained! <br><br>Hades was not showing his anger, but it was burning in the pits of his eyes. "Go to the camp pup, you will stay there until my own children arrive and when they do, you will serve them.<br><br>...<br><br>Sombra huffed and puffed out of the gaping tunnel once more, his smaller size a hinderance this time around. It took him time to fill in the hole with dirt, making sure no one or thing from the underworld came back up or followed him. He began to sniff around and bolted off towards the pavillion, if he was lucky he would find some left overs! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 01:23:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Zahara3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zahara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10214425#msg10214425) (Zii)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside --&gt; Ares Cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, evening (a while after the fight).<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing sleeveless camp t-shirt, black leather pants, flat heeled boots, Amazon armor (celestial bronze belt, circlet, and arm cuff), gauntlet of small throwing knives, and plain old camp sword at her side<hr>Zahara had learned quite early on that the path she walked was not the same as other children of Ares. That <em>she</em> was not the same as other children of Ares. Born to a race of women often blessed by the gods of war (not only Ares and not even only the Greek, though parts of these memories had been obscured by the Mist) the expectation was that even though she had ventured off to the world of man she would endeavor to become a warrior of worth and one day take her place beside Hylla. Pure rage and chaos could not be her driving forces for they were the plight of men and Zahara needed to be beyond that. Still, some days it was hard not to be swept up in the torrent of emotion stirred by her brothers and sisters, which was why as much as she did her best to help level them out and teach control, she also needed time away. Sometimes she just needed to breathe. <br><br>It was just her poor luck that she happened to choose this night to join the patrol as an extra body. By some trick of the wind, Zahara heard not a single strike of metal on metal. Such sounds usually carried to her ears as if drawn their magnetically but in this instance she was only aware of the odd silence that had seemed to descend upon the grounds surrounding the camp. Not a single creature stirred, nor did the winds as gods sent down their blessings to the clashing warriors. It was eerie from this side of things and the sudden change had those on duty going alert. Even Timmy, who was always ever so optimistic, seemed to notice the difference and had gone quiet. This far out they did not catch the rumble of the Earth or the smell of the fires of the Underworld but rather, it was their relief that finally brought news to the trio at the gates. <br><br>"Zii? You're down here?" The Amazon looked to the camper, a question written in her features as she watched the younger girl fidget nervously. "I thought you'd be up at your cabin given the fight--"<br><br>The mention of her cabin and the word fight seemed to pop the bubble that had been insulating her from all the signs. She hardly heard what else the girl said as the dark, musky, half-burnt smell of conflict drifted to her nose and jolted her feet into action. <br><br>Kicking hard, Zii sped across the camp grounds, moving nearly as fast as the Hunters of Artemis. Her dark hair streamed out behind her but with only the moon overhead for illumination she was hardly more than a shadow streaking toward the cabins. She heard the shrieking call of the harpies stirred by her sudden movements but they hardly worried her now. Not when when she could smell fresh earth mingled with the distinct odor of battle, though the scents were already fading. Something else tickled at her senses but she couldn't get past scents that called to her, that beckoned her close to the gaping wound left in Gaia's face. Stopping there she knelt beside the split in the ground and inhaled deeply, a crimson glow flashing over her eyes and fading away as she tried to sort out what had gone on. She couldn't quite get a read on the battle itself, but one thing became instantly clear the moment her fingertips touched the soil: Ezra had done this.<br><br>It was useless to bother searching for more when she could go straight to the source. Something serious had to have gone down for such a potent display and Zii needed to hear it from him. At the very least she needed to know that he was okay. She could still feel the remnants of rage and conflict, even now when campers were within their cabins she could feel it calling out to her. With just a nudge she could turn anger and resentment into a fight and draw from it... but she didn't. Instead she clamped down hard on the urge and shut out any all thought besides checking on her own cabin mates and Ezra. <br><br>Zahara reached the cabin just as the harpies swooped for her, stepping inside while they drew up short to avoid any traps set by the children of Ares. She didn't even glance back. Instead her eyes turned to the various faces that glanced her way as well as the wall of accusatory anger that slammed into her like a ton of bricks. <em>You could have stopped this if you'd been here...</em> <br><br>She swallowed hard, not having an answer for the looks that cut through the dim lighting and after a few moments most of the faces turned back to those they were quietly murmuring to or just shut altogether in an attempt to go to sleep. Still, even without the harsh glares, Zii could feel it all. Had she been like the rest of them she might have lashed out, if only to deflect the blame, but instead she simply set her shoulders and headed toward Ezra. The rest of her half siblings seemed to be without injury (at least fresh ones anyway), though she noted that Malcolm was missing from his bunk. She had no idea what she'd find once she reached their counselor but given what she'd seen outside and her cabin mates' current feelings, she wasn't anticipating anything good. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 03:16:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/Ez_zps5bb59020.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cabin.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, late evening.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zahara, The War God. (http://i.imgur.com/lVKBwfY.gif) <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing: Nothing on torso, armored pants engraved with the Lion sygil.<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Some links include Gore. <br><hr><hr><br>Despite what anyone said about the War God's children, they were nothing if not united. They were assholes to most, power abusers to others, yet to each other they were loyal. The events that had transpired had ironically brought the Ares cabin closer, as they all huddled in silence around the Councillor's door which he had locked with himself inside. In such a short amount of time, so much had happened and Ezra had granted them both pride and humiliation on the very same night. Malcolm had stopped by the Cabin before heading to Chiron himself, placing Ezra in the hands of the cabin seniors while asking for Zii. She still wasn't back, so Asher took the liberty of escorting Ezra to his room while another cabin senior, Ajax, explained what happened. Ajax had discreetly taken a few steps behind the pair to ensure their safety, and from a safe distance he saw everything. Naturally he came back and told his brothers and sisters, leaving them rather conflicted. <br><br>On one hand, Ezra had displayed what it was like to be the pinnacle of Ares perfection. Ruthless, Chaotic, Deadly. He had even pleased their father and was granted an ability far beyond anything the cabin had witnessed before. Yet in a cruel twist of fate, his opponent was both claimed and victorious. What did this mean? It could have meant that Ares was inferior to another God, an idea that before this day was utterly unthinkable. It could have meant that Ezra was simply just not strong enough to use their father's gift properly, yet he was the strongest among all of them. What did that mean when it came to their level of skill and power? They were torn, yet at the same time united as they crowded the outside of his room until finally Zii came rushing through the door, no doubt having sensed the calamity that just occurred. She was greeted with some harsh stares, an expected reaction from the unforgiving siblings, yet before she could walk in through the door Ajax stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. <br><br><strong>"Wait, he's volatile right now. I don't know if it's very safe..."</strong> he warned, yet she proceeded anyway. The senior member took a breath and stepped back. If anything, she was the only one with enough strength to handle him at the moment if he flipped out. That, and she was probably the closest person to actually understanding Ezra within this cabin, something Ajax suddenly felt very shameful about. The door opened at her touch, and when she would walk in the room itself would be untouched save for the open closet and thrown clothes on the bed. The light was turned off except in the corner of the room, which had a door that led to a small bathroom. Calling it that was not right. It was simply a nook where a sink was installed and a mirror was hung on the wall. That's where he was, and she'd find him through the trail of deposited armor on the floor.<br><br>What she'd see next would be an Ezra she'd never seen before. Something a little more fragile stood there, with blood running down his arm from the shoulder wound he did not stop to mend or bandage, and a shroud of something else covering the floors and the sink. Once she'd take it all in, she'd see a pair of scissors in his hands and the aftermath of their effect. He'd untwisted his dreads and cut them all off, leaving the hair to fall on the floor and the sink around him. She alone in this entire cabin would understand the meaning of this. He didn't suddenly feel like a haircut, but the hair he'd promised his father not to cut unless he suffered humiliating defeat was all but gone now. His hands were holding onto the sink to keep him up and steady, his eyes were looking straight at his reflection. <br><br>"I failed him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 23:28:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Zahara3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zahara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10214425#msg10214425) (Zii)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Ares<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside --&gt; Ares Cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 23rd, evening (a while after the fight).<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ezra<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing <del>sleeveless camp t-shirt</del> black bra, black leather pants, flat heeled boots, Amazon armor (celestial bronze belt, circlet, and arm cuff), <del>gauntlet of small throwing knives, and plain old camp sword at her side</del><hr>Zii tried not to take offense at the way Ajax grabbed her wrist, though instinct alone had her ready to break his grip and his face as well. Only the sheer absurdity of such a thing coming from her made her realize that she was being more strongly affected by the lingering emotions from the battle and the mood in the room than she'd first anticipated. She didn't know what had happened and she didn't know if Ezra was okay which was fucking with her. Still, that was no excuse to lose control of herself. Especially not when her brothers and sisters would need her strength. <br><br>Without any words, Zahara simply kept going, ignoring Ajax's warning and his hand on her as though he were nothing more than a shade sent to deter her. She reached out and touched the door, pushing it open with no trouble and disappeared inside without even a backward glance at the others. They would keep for now. Whisper into the night as they drew together and tomorrow they would emerge as strong as ever. She never doubted the resilience of the unit. It was why she worked so hard to keep them together, to make them a family rather than just competing fighters who happened to share a parent. For now, it was Ezra that needed her and she suspected that would take all of her energy.<br><br>It was dark. That was the first thing that registered as Zii stepped into his room, though swiftly on the heels of that she sensed Ezra's presence looming in the corner though it seemed... off somehow. By the faint light coming from the corner she could see where he'd shed his armor and simply let it fall without concern. She didn't know why but before she took even a single step further, Zii unstrapped the sword at her waist and let it drop to the floor. Her gauntlet was next and once the piece thudded to the ground she started for the small nook, her feet silent as she moved. Whatever had happened, Ezra was not alright. This had been more than just some fight. She had sensed that much outside.&nbsp; It wasn't conscious thought that guided her but rather the feeling that a warrior in full armor was not what he needed to see right now. Which was why her fingers lifted to brush across her belt in a way that had her armor folding away until her belt was but a normal belt as she finally stepped close enough to really see him.<br><br>Her image would appear in the mirror, just over his shoulder as she looked on. She swallowed thickly as she took him in and the tendrils of defeat that practically curled off his form like wisps of smoke. She noted the wound and the hair and while outwardly she showed him only calm, even features, inside she mourned. She mourned the loss of his dreads and the significance they held. Her stomach twisted hard in her gut, wrenching for him not because she cared about how their cabin was perceived or because he was their leader and view as the strongest among them, but because she knew <em>him</em>. Zii knew how much weight Ezra placed on his own shoulders in order to shed the sins of his past and live up to the legacy of a god. Ares was not the easiest of the Olympians to please by any means and his favor was a hard won and highly coveted thing. However, Ezra's determination and the expectations he placed upon himself outweighed those of most demigods and a defeat when it really mattered... <br><br><em>"I failed him."</em><br><br>She said nothing at first but with deft movements pulled her shirt over her head and tore a strip from it. Shifting to the side of his larger frame, she turned on the faucet and wet the strip before bringing to his arm to begin to gently wipe away the blood and dirt from his wound. Had she been someone else, someone other than a child of Ares she might have refuted his statement right away. But she wasn't. She didn't agree with the statement at all but... well, it didn't matter as much if she believed that to be the truth or not. Ezra believed it and that was what would do the most damage. <br><br>Her touch was light as she began cleaning his arm but her gaze would lift to the mirror, finding his face and if she could, his own gaze. "Failure and Defeat are not synonyms. Nor are they absolutes. You can win and still fail. You can be defeated and still succeed. You know this." Her tone was soft but there was a core of steel woven into it though she suspected he wasn't really hearing her anyhow. If she'd thought simply slapping him on the shoulder and telling him to man up and walk it off would work, she'd have done it. Right then, because this.... this wounded look wasn't cutting it. This wasn't her Ezra and it made her angry to think there was someone out there that had left him like this. So instead of doing anything foolish or letting her mouth get the best of her, she kept her cool and focused on his cut, the only thing further to emerge from her lips a quiet request, "Tell me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>13-08-2014, 19:58:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mari_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mari Conners (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190493#msg10190493)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Johan Andersson<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing, &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=130423063)hair partially pulled up <br><br>Mari smiled at the sudden curiosity that came with the realization that things at the camp were very different. There was a great deal possible when you arrived here and who knew what the fates had in store for you. But was certainly life would never really be dull here, if it was then you were clearly missing out on something.<strong> "Yes real flying horses, we have a quite a few creatures that live on the grounds. From flying horse, to furies that fly at night...hence the need to be within you cabins at night."</strong> Mari didn't seem to notice his apprehension in the least, after all everyone was new at one point or another. <strong>"Yes and no, there isn't an outright class for it. But most people don't mind when you ask questions. In all honesty most of us are still trying to figure it out ourselves. There are not set guidelines to whole thing, and your godly parent doesn't have to be what defines you. Still if you have any questions just ask, if it’s me I promise to do my best to help."</strong> Mari nodded knowing that it could all be a bit overwhelming at times. <br><br><strong>"Dionysus is the god of, wine, fertility, the arts...and if you ask around general good times and a dash of madness."</strong> she said with a soft laugh. Mari really didn't seem to mind telling him about the gods if he didn't know all the details, <strong>"He invented wine, and has kind of duel nature. On one hand&nbsp; one hand bringing joy and divine ecstasy. On the other brutal, unthinking, rage. But he is actually a decent guy once you get to talk with him a bit, you may be able to as he is at the camp actually."</strong> she nodded and figured he'd meet Mr.D soon enough, <strong>"Bella and V are really great actually, though don't piss them off. V's quicker to anger but quicker to get over it as well, Bella harder to get mad but she holds onto it a lot longer. Chester their brother is really nice and he knows a lot of the guys and well...their hang outs and such. So chatting with him is good, you'd get to meet Jamal and Duke as well."</strong> Mari nodded and thought of more people that he might enjoy getting to know. <strong>"Really I think you will be fine."</strong> she tried to assure him a bit hoping he was not getting nervous with all the information suddenly laid on him.<br><br>The cabins came closer and she steered them towards the Aphrodite cabin as the chatted.<strong> "Yes, all your siblings stay within the same cabin. Granted they are a bit more than the regular camp cabins I promise. So it’s not like you will be sleeping on top of each other."</strong> she smiled as they neared his cabin, the large building was clearly more than just a simple cabin and meant to making living comfortable. <strong>"Maybe you have pictures or something of Denmark, I know I haven't been much of anywhere. I'd love to see a bit more of the world."</strong> Mari shrugged a bit knowing that there was a chance she’d never be able to do that for real. <br><br><strong>"I have to admit when I first got here I was terrified, I'd been through so much and I honestly didn't know what was expected of me. I've had to deal with a lot, but after a while I really began to make friends and find my little place in this whacky new world. I'm still learning, and figuring things out. But for the most part I'm happy."</strong> Mari smiled warmly, <strong>"Rose visits from time to time but she doesn't live at the camp."</strong> she said just as the neared the steps to his cabin, <strong>"Home sweet home, </strong>"she said stepping up and peeking inside from the doorway, <strong>"Hello?"</strong> she called out to see if any of his siblings had taken a detour here before heading to the pavilion for lunch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 04:29:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Avatars/Mercy3_zps3119ad0c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mercedes "Mercy" Elisabetta Dumare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10265942#msg10265942)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Aphrodite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aphrodite's Cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Johan Andersson, Mari Conners<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=131913087); Hair loose and wavy.<br><br><hr><br>Turquoise. It was definitely a turquoise kind of day. Why she felt the need to wear particular stones or gems some days and not others she had no idea, but it had always been a quirk of hers from her earliest memories. Some days certain accessories just seemed to call out to her and she would create an outfit around them. Since she'd decided to skip her classes that day (something she rarely did, but everyone needed a mental health day now and then!) she paired her anklet, necklace, and bracelet with a black dress that would make the blue-green stones she wore stand out even more. Feeling lazy she simply let her hair remain loose and tumbling down in gentle waves against her back.<br><br>At the moment she was curled into a large, plum colored, papazan chair with her legs tucked under her and a book in hand, though her attention continued to drift away from what she was reading and to just drift on pleasant daydreams as she relaxed and enjoyed the quiet of a Cabin which was empty of everyone but herself.<br><br>And then a voice cut through her reverie, <em>"Hello?"</em><br><br>Looking up from her book she let a small smile curve her lips when she saw Apollo's child in the entryway. She didn't know the other girl well, but it was hard not to at least recognize those she had spent years being in proximity with. <strong>"Come in Mari, how can I help you?"</strong> she asked, her gaze flicking to the young man with Mari. He was handsome and she always appreciated beauty wherever she found it, but she didn't let his looks sway her beyond an appreciation of them. If Mari was bringing him here, it was likely he was going to be a new sibling. <br><br>Or she hoped that was the case. It might be nice to have a male's touch in the Cabin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sheng</strong> on <strong>16-08-2014, 19:02:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Johan3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johan Andersson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10326099#msg10326099)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Aphrodite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aphrodite Cabin. <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mari Conners, Mercedes "Mercy" Elisabetta Dumare.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a backpack and Sunglasses.<br><br>Johan frowned for just a second when Mari told him there wasn't classes for learning to control and evolve your 'godly powers', he had certainly hoped that there was someone that could help him 'train'. Charmspeaking didn't exactly sound like the thing you just 'did' to people for fun when they knew what you were doing, because that would probably come back to bite him if he accidentally charmspeaked the wrong demi-goddess. "Hm.. To be honest i hoped there was someone who could, you know help me 'understand' my...charmspeak. I don't know a whole lot about it except i've been doing it by 'accident' these last many years." He shrugged. "Maybe my siblings knows more." <br><br>"Oh?" Johan said as he nudged Mari's shoulder with his own. "He must be fun at parties." Flashing a large grin he nodded, marking his understanding of her words. "I'll definitely look into meeting those twins then, and their brother. It'd be nice to get to know a few people here apart from my siblings." Steering close to the cabins he looked at the constructions and whistled a little in amazement. "..A little more than a regular camp cabin is maybe a little understatement." He stopped for a few seconds to take in the cabin before quickly catching up to Mari. "Uh, Denmark you say? It's not really the country with the most sights to be honest. Afraid most pictures i have from home is just silly moments i've captured with friends. I'll gladly let you see if you want though." Johan offered with a smile. <br><br>Walking right behind her as they were about to enter the cabin he listened to her speaking of her past, and how she got accustomed to living here in the camp. It certainly made him realize how easy his life had been up to now. "Good to hear you're able to leave the past behind you." A small smile growing on his face as she made a notion of this being his new home he stepped inside behind her. Soon his gaze was met with what he only could imagine to be his sister, in his mind a thought creeped about speaking of the unfairness of this female just happening to be his half-sister. She was stunningly beautiful, almost breathtakingly so and he had to do his very best to rip all the thoughts of her physical appearance away to remind himself over and over again that this was was probably his sister. Stepping to the side of Mari so he was in full view he decided that it'd be in his hands to answer the question his sister asked.<br><br>"Actually, it's me you can help with something." Johan said with a friendly smile. "You see, my mother told me to come here. And now i need a place to crash." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 07:14:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mari_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mari Conners (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190493#msg10190493)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Border. Entering<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Johan, Mercy<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing, &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=130423063)hair partially pulled up <br>Mari smiled softly at Johan's concern; she knew having powers could be a rather huge burden. She had been dealing with her abilities for some time; her lack of healing abilities surprised some of her siblings. But it was easy to see where her father had gifted her, Mari's premonitions and reading abilities surpassed many of her siblings. She could only imagine what an uncontrolled charmspeak could do to someone. <strong>"I am sure your siblings could help you, as I said most the people around here are rather nice. I'd help myself but I'm afraid I'd only be a guinea pig for the skill not much else. I'm sure something can be worked out."</strong> Mari nodded knowing that there were plenty of Aphrodite children that would most likely help him. <strong>"He is, most of that particular house hold is."</strong> Mari said as they waited to see if some of Johan's new siblings were around. .<br><br>&nbsp;Mari waited to hear some life within the cabin; thankfully she was not left wanting as a lovely voice floated their way. Smiling she stepped a bit further in and allowed Johan to walked past her. <strong>"Hello Mercy,"</strong> she said softly, but before she could explain why they were there Johan spoke up.<strong> "Yes that, I thought maybe introducing him to some of his siblings was a good place to start with things."</strong> Mari said with a soft nod before stepping off to the side. <br><br>She wanted to make sure that Johan would be alright before leaving him alone in this strange new place. It wasn't that she thought he couldn't handle himself, but having a guide when you first arrived normally helped make someone feel more at home. But at the moment she stood off to the side silently as Johan got to meet his first of many sisters.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLostCastor</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 19:18:59</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Elias1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elias Neighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10388159#msg10388159)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cabin <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 25th, 6:15a.m.-7:30a.m.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Looks exhausted, feels worse.<br><br><br>Elias nervously pokes his head into the cabin, checking to make sure no one was about before heading on in. It was quite early in the morning…he could see the rising and falling forms of the other inhabitants of Apollo’s cabin…his half brothers and sisters? He wasn’t sure how they treated each other here. The youth quietly slides in, eyeing around for an empty bunk near the door before settling on one midway to the back. <br><br>With his bed selected, he promptly slides his duffle bag to the ground, allowing the material to quietly find a place under the mattress. The last thing he needed was to wake up someone and make an enemy of his relatives. He sighs softly, laying down on the bed fully clothed as he allows his eyes to shut. It seemed like he had just woken up…yet the ambrosia in his blood stream made him feel drained and sluggish.<br><br>Within minutes of closing his eyes, Elias is out. His dreams full of roaring gouts of fire…and the dragon. Always Python stalked his dreams. Something was wrong with that beast…something that had to do with his lyre. That much Elias could gather. Someone had possessed the lyre before him…and whoever it had been was an enemy of Python. Or a friend? Who could tell with scaly sky rats?<br><br>After what feels like three minutes, Elias’s eyes snap open as the bell begins dinging somewhere in the distance. Being an early riser, he was used to getting up early…but the boy was exhausted. He groans softly, rising from his bed with his naturally shaggy hair in a perfect twirl. Today would be interesting…<br><br>His eyes begin to scan the cabin, looking for potential brother’s and sisters. Could he call them that? Or did he have to use their first names? Elias wasn’t sure how this entire thing was supposed to work…but it scared him. His hand instinctively grabs his lyre from the floor, holding it as though a life raft in the ocean of uncertainty.<br><br>Gods. He had already made a fool out of himself once this morning…that Ares girl would probably think he was a freak for life. He shouldn’t have panicked….but it had been impulse! What else did you do when a pretty girl started summoning daggers in front of you! Play her a tune on your lyre?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 00:02:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/Lux.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lux Delos (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10217464#msg10217464)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apollo Cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 25th, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elias; Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing camp t-shirt (sleeves rolled up, knotted in back) bikini top, cutoff shorts, and low top Converse<hr>Lux tended to rise with the sun... literally. It tended to take a concentrated effort to sleep any more than that which seemed like it ruined the whole point anyway if you had to try that hard. So she didn't. Instead she typically was up and off to shower before lines and actual schedules became an issue and then returned to get the rest of her cabin up so that they had time to dress, clean up for inspection, and then get off to breakfast on time. After that it was a quick breakfast for herself followed by time in the infirmary before she headed off to her first sun soaking activity which usually involved hitting balls at Chester. Always a good way to start the day.<br><br>This morning however, the usual routine seemed to have a bit of a hiccup in it. Granted these days it wasn't so out of place to spot a new face among the ranks but as head counselor for for the Apollo cabin she generally kept better track of things than that. He must have come in while she'd been gone because she had no recollection of having ever seen him before. Not to mention he looked rather... tired?<br><br>"You're new here aren't you?" Lux asked, strolling across the cabin, sparing smiles for a few of the younger ones who had bounced over to hug her before dashing off. Stopping at the foot of his bunk, her eyes scanned over him further, and a tendril of concern wormed its way through her. "Did anyone fill you in on things around here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLostCastor</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 20:45:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Elias1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elias Neighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10388159#msg10388159)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apollo cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 25th, 7:30a.m<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lux, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Exhausted, Confused, and Somewhat excited. Still dressed in vans/black jeans/white tshirt. <br><br>She was attractive. Not that it surprised him, but he almost suspected Aphrodite in having a hand in this particular sister’s creation. Elias gives her a tired smile, eyes ringed by small black circles as he rises from his seated position to stand before her. The impromptu nap had been all too short…but he was excited to get the day under way.<br><br>“Yes…and no.” He says, his accent lightly brushing the words as though just a hint of England came with him across the pond. “I’m sorry. I suppose I should have let someone know, but it was so early and…” Elias trails off, his mouth splitting open in an almost painful looking display of a yawn. His eyes immediately take on a fresh tinge of worry, his mouth moving again as soon as the yawn passes.<br><br>“Sorry. Again. It’s been a long couple of days…” The youth’s eyes take on a faraway look, the stormy gold clouding over as he seems to be replaying some of the events freshly through his mind. He could almost smell the smoke…but more importantly, he was fumbling again. Just be cool! His brain shouts, but his tongue, the insipid thing…it just wouldn’t listen!<br><br>His left hand reaches under the bed, snatching up the lyre and absent mindedly strumming a few of the strings, the soft pops sending out quiet notes into the bustling cabin. There it was. A discordant note. He could feel the vision, inches away. If he played just one more note…<br><br>His eyes fix on the girl…woman…before him. The thin line of his lips splitting as he barely whispers, “Please tell me you can hear it?” The gold of his eyes takes on a tint of fear, as though he suspected he was about to be shunned by his own half-sister. <br><br>Great. First day in camp, and he was about to make two pretty girls think he was absolutely mad. At least he would be doing it in style…but really he was just too tired to care. He wondered if he would ever get over the sight of that reptile bearing down on him…mouth awash with flames…<br><br>He blinks once. Best to clear the mind of such thoughts.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 02:46:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Avatars/Mercy3_zps3119ad0c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mercedes "Mercy" Elisabetta Dumare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10265942#msg10265942)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Aphrodite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aphrodite's Cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Johan Andersson, Mari Conners<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=131913087); Hair loose and wavy.<br><br><hr><br><em>"You see, my mother told me to come here. And now i need a place to crash."</em><br><br>Mercy had to smile at the succinct way this young man put things. Straight to the point and without a hint that he was trying to use any ability on her. It made her wonder what gifts he might have gotten from their mother but there would be time enough to find that out and she wasn't going to be rude by probing at him when he'd barely gotten through the door. There was no need for such crassness, she'd leave that the ruffians over in Ares' cabin. Flashing Mari a grin when the lovely blonde agreed with him, she motioned for both of them to come deeper into the cabin.<br><br><strong>"Please, make yourselves comfortable. Is there anything I can get for you? A drink, something to eat? It'll be awhile before it's time for supper, but you'll find that most of us have supplies hidden away in our cabins,"</strong> she added with a warm smile for her brother.<br><br>Settling back into her own chair, after collecting refreshments if they'd been asked for, she flipped the book she'd been reading closed and placed it on a nearby table before asking playfully, <strong>"So, do I get to know my new brothers name, or am I meant to guess?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sheng</strong> on <strong>29-08-2014, 19:01:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Johan3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johan Andersson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10326099#msg10326099)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Aphrodite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aphrodite Cabin. <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mari Conners, Mercedes "Mercy" Elisabetta Dumare.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing a backpack and Sunglasses.<br><br>Johan offered a playful smile. "You could try and guess, although i think we'd be sitting here for a long time then." Sliding the backpack off of his back and placing it against the wall he flashed Mercy a smile. "The name's Johan. Johan Andersson." The flat danish accent was easily heard in his voice. Despite being quite skilled at English, the flat tone and soft consonants made it quite easy for them to hear that Johan didn't stem from a country with English as their native tongue.<br>&nbsp;<br>Glancing back briefly to once more meet the gaze of Mari, Johan walked closer to Mercy and extended his hand. "Do you return the favor or shall i forever know my sister as Mercy?" His expression was friendly and open. Clearly Johan had no qualms about his newfound sibling. Not yet at least. "A drink would be nice, anything you have on hand will be greatly appreciated. All these new things left my mouth a bit dry." Johan said with a slight chuckle as he found a chair himself. <br><br>Settling down in the chair he looked around the cabin. "So.. Where's the rest of you- our siblings? Any idea?" he questioned as he turned to Mercy. "I know it's just my first day and all, but i kind of want to get introduced to everyone i can. I'm sure you understand." <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 05:55:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/Lux.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lux Delos (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10217464#msg10217464)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apollo Cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 25th, 7:30am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elias; Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing camp t-shirt (sleeves rolled up, knotted in back) bikini top, cutoff shorts, and low top Converse<hr>In the face of his yawn, Lux barely restrained a smile. "It's not a big deal. As far as I can tell you're where you're supposed to be and that's all that matters." She shrugged a slim shoulder as she regarded him. There was a part of her that recognized him as kin... or at least the rightness of his placement here, so she didn't bother with the usual questions concerning parentage. These days some kids were claimed almost as soon as they set foot in camp and others still knew full well who their godly parent was before they even made it this far. She hadn't been so lucky, but it was quite clear now.<br><br>She watched curiously as he bent to retrieve something that had fallen and the appearance of the lyre did draw her smile out. "Oh, you play?" Many of their siblings were quite gifted in various ways but... the lyre was rare. She'd noted the way he plucked the strings, thinking there was plenty of beauty to be found in even those few notes but for the last. That one struck her ear wrong not because it was anything less than the others but perhaps because it was more? <br><br>Prophecy was not a gift Lux could lay claim to. She faced the plaguing dreams many demigods did but above and beyond that discerning truth from lie was about as close as she got to any sort of foretelling. She could however see the fear in her new sibling's gaze as he spoke of something she suspected she truly could not hear. Her brows drew together and without thought she reached up to run one finger over his forehead, right where his third eye would be. Should he not dodge her light infused her touch, it would drag with it a glow that lingered for a moment. A blessing, from her to him, as well as perhaps a jolt of something to help clear the fog of exhaustion temporarily, though admittedly it wasn't much.<br><br>"You will find others here who know of such things," she said calmly though the part of her that seemed to step up when she saw someone in need was sorely tempted to push him back into bed. She could have him back out and in sleep's tender care quite quickly and truth be told he certainly looked as though he needed it. The only reason she did not was because she did not know precisely how his gift worked and whether or not her interference would trigger an episode or only delay it. "You needn't fear. We are your family and we will look after you. Let's start at the beginning though... I'm Lux and you are?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>01-09-2014, 00:52:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mari_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mari Conners (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190493#msg10190493)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong>cabins<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Johan, Mercy<br><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing, &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=130423063)hair partially pulled up <br><br>Mari watched as Mercy and Johan shook hands and exchanged names. It was nice to see someone find a bit of family, it was hard out in the world alone. Granted Mari had no idea if Johan had been alone or not. Somehow she doubted someone so handsome with the gifts he had would ever find himself alone. But she didn't jump to any conclusions, after all that would be just rude. <br><br><strong>"Thank you really, I was actually on my way to get some food when I got that tingly feeling. I couldn't help but bring Johan to his brothers and sisters. After all being new can be a bit overwhelming at first."</strong> she smiled softly and watched as Johan took a seat. Mari wasn't sure if she should go or stay, but it was after all a moment between siblings so maybe it was best to let them get to know one another. <br><br><strong>"My guessing at some activity or another finishing up before lunch."</strong> she answered his question about where his other siblings should be. <strong>"I should probably leave you two be as well, and get cleaned up to get some food. But don't be a strange, you can come find me if you want to chat again. Oh and don't be afraid to ask me for any help."</strong> she smiled and took a step back, <strong>"It was a pleasure meeting you Johan, and always nice to see you Mercy."</strong> Mari nodded her head and waved before turning and slipping from the cabin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood: Cabins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>12-09-2014, 16:18:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Avatars/Mercy3_zps3119ad0c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mercedes "Mercy" Elisabetta Dumare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10265942#msg10265942)<br><strong>Cabin:</strong> Aphrodite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aphrodite's Cabin<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 24. Around noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Johan Andersson, Mari Conners<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=131913087); Hair loose and wavy.<br><br><hr><br>When Johan mentioned being thirsty, Mercy was happy to oblige and turned to a small refrigerator that had been hidden under a small, multi-hued, tapestry and serving double duty as a small end table as well. Since he didn't state a preference for a particular drink she played it safe and grabbed two bottles of water, one for him and one for herself. Flashing Mari a warm smile she made a point of being honest, <strong>"You don't have to go Mari, you're always welcome here, but if you have things you need to get done that's understandable and we'll see you, I'm sure, fireside tonight,"</strong> she added before handing Johan his water and settling back into her papazan chair while Mari slipped from the cabin. <br><br><strong>"My full name is Mercedes Elisabetta Dumare,"</strong> she began, answering his question about having to guess the rest of her own name. <strong>"All together it's a bit of a mouthful, so most just call me Mercy. Our siblings are off at their various classes at the moment. In truth, the only reason that I was here to greet is because I chose to play hooky from my own classes today. I'll, most likely, hear about that later from Chiron, but it's not something I make a habit of so it'll likely be no more than a reminder <em>not</em> to make it a habit. You'll meet them at dinner. Everyone eats meals in the Pavillion with their Cabin and then we have a bonfire in the evenings for socializing and Announcements,"</strong> she added the small grin on her lips when she mentioned the camp activities director making her fondness for the centaur apparent.<br><br>Pausing she gazed at Johan thoughtfully. She'd heard the accent so she knew he wasn't American, but picking up accents (other than Greek or French) <br>didn't come naturally to her and it made her curious about this new brother. He clearly, must have, had quite a journey to reach camp! <strong>"So, Johan, you must have a million questions, and so do I, so why don't you tell me about your life until now, and I'll tell you more about myself and what you can expect from Camp,"</strong> she offered before taking a sip of her water and leveling her gaze to look at him expectantly. It had been an offer, of course, for him to open up as much, or as little, as he wanted without her probing incessantly into his private life...that would come later of course! Her curiosity wouldn't allow for anything else, but she didn't have to start a first meeting sounding like a busybody!
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