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Who: The entire camp + special guests.
What: Wolves have broken through the camp barriers!
When: Late Wednesday January 29 into early morning on January 30
Where: Various camp locations.
Why: Some canines think they can show Camp Half-Blood who's boss.

It starts with a scream.

The evening harpies, better known as camp's alert system for kids who are out past curfew, have some news for everyone, flying through the camp and shrieking through cabin doors to wake everyone up if they're asleep. (Unless, of course, you're untrained and too young or incapable of fighting tonight. Demeter cabin will be your place of refuge.) After the first call to duty, campers have risen to the occasion with their various plans and promises, patrolling the border and building weapons specifically for their new enemies. The Full Moon passed with only a few howls, much to the surprise of many.

No, these wolves have other plans for the New Moon. Aligned with Gaea and followers of Lycaron, they're a group of six renegades looking for a show and perhaps a tasty snack. One of them just so happens to be in the business of fussing with the Mist, undoing someone's hard work to let in her comrades.

They've got bared teeth, blood on their nails, and a penchant for chaos. Camp, it's time to wake up.

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THALIA'S PINE TREE

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[deathdiduspart]

[Nico wastes no time in making his way to help with defending the Pine Tree, though he knows he's most likely going to need to switch areas if he's not needed here. Thalia's Tree is much more open than the forest, at least, so this is a good spot if he needs to summon undead warriors. The only problem is that in picking an open area, he has to sacrifice having a fast getaway via shadow travel. Not many shadows he can use here.

Still, he's as ready as he'll ever be. Nico will stand back behind the lines to take care of any who manage to penetrate them.]

[usernameallison]

[He's not exactly familiar with the harpy screams - he's only heard them once or twice here at Camp Half-Blood - but he knows it means something bad. Scott's in a purple Camp Jupiter t-shirt and blue plaid pajama pants, the necklace Sadie gave him around his neck, but he toes on his sneakers and he's already out and running towards the border, hoping Derek will follow him. He doesn't know what to expect, but he knows he has to protect this camp. It may not be his first home, but it's a new home for him and he wants to fight for the place with all he's got.]

CABINS

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Babysitter's Club

[moointhedark]

[Charlie has been forbidden from fighting. If you've seen him in action during Capture the Flag, this is really for the best.

He's still armed with his slingshot and a bag of stink bombs, just in case, but he's got a smile on and he's doing his best to keep it together.

Keeping it together also includes having built one sweet ass fort in the corner of the cabin where all the kids have been herded. He's got snacks, candy, and some board games.

Suck it, wolves.]

[Open]

[creepyfreezone]

Sky wandered the cabins in search of creatures that managed to bypass the defenses. She was armed with a rather large sword, edged in sharp silver with a silver tip for slashing and stabbing. The sword was practically goofy in size, meant for a boy a foot taller than her. She was done in the forges for now, unlike her brother she was more than capable in a fight if not by training then by pure might.

She was, for all intensive purposes, a weapon herself. Durable and dangerous if given a task, for now her task was to kill any werewolf she met. Defend the cabins, and be there to protect her friends in the 'Babysitter Cabin.' Sky had no problem with this mission, anything that threatened her friends would find out exactly how strong she was.

open;

[swayer]

[ audrey was tasked with convincing people to not get involved. she can do that. she really can; after all, she has basically no stock in this fight, no reason to get involved.

but then they're here and there's a fight and there's weight thrown and demonstrations of power - and audrey's always been an independent spirit, out of necessity, more than anything.

in fewer words and implications, she's interested. her hands itch for something, a weapon that she doesn't have, and she opens the door of the cabin and slips outside, ready to find herself a front-row seat to all of this. (after all, she doesn't need to be babysat and watched. that's for kids.)

at the very least, she can familiarize herself with how things go down, can't she? ]

open

[unstinting]

[It would be a relief to actually do some real fighting and tangle with the wolves, but Alcuin doesn't trust his mental state or his focus, after the disaster that was today. Instead, he's up on the roof of one of the cabins, bow strung and ready, armed with silver-tipped arrows as he keeps an eye out for any wolves who have made it this far in.]

[open]

[somatophylax]

[Mere moments after the harpies woke him up, Hephaistion is on his feet, armed and out of his cabin door, Eqyptian charm around his neck and a roll of parchment in his hand. Upon leaving the cabin, the first thing he does is pull a lighter from his pocket and set the parchment on fire. He'd memorized the map where he'd been marked out the camp's weaknesses (the one he and Sadie were using), but since they were being attacked, he didn't want to run any risk of losing control of such information. He doesn't release it until there's nothing left, and it nearly burns his fingers.

That matter settled, he rushes off to assess the situation from the ground, keeping a careful eye out for his fellow campers or for any enemies who might slip through. His shield occasionally reflects flashes of light, so he's not exactly hiding from danger.]

The Porch Of Demeter Cabin

[polishfan]

[Feuilly's headed over to Demeter. He's not as up on his combat to take a directly offensive approach, but he's skilled enough to be somewhat useful and not just hang around waiting, so, after passing out what charms he had made to everyone he could, it seemed better to act as some sort of protection if possible. He can distract well enough with his magic to at least divert any attackers, so he's waiting, alert, on the cabin steps, staff at the ready, should that be needed.

For now, he's simply keeping watch, and waiting, ready to go at the moment he's required. Nothing's getting through to the campers here if he can help it though. Nothing.]

[open]

[dandylicious]

[Truth be told, Lydia had been right earlier on in the day. Courfeyrac as scared as hell. He'd never been on a proper mission, he'd never really given much thought to wielding his weapons or doing anything remotely badass. Not when camp had just been a summer getaway... But now it was a year round thing and shit was going down and he? He was positively useless.

He'd never admit to the sound of those harpies screeching giving him the chills, or scaring him as bad as they did. But between this being real and what had happened earlier that day, he was at a loss of what exactly to do.

How he wished he was an Ares kid or something, so he could just go up to one of the wolves and punch it in the face, curse and spit at it, then walk away. That's something they'd do. Most likely not. But he didn't have the chance to walk up to anything or anyone and punch them or even help others.]

RED ROOM STEALIN' YOUR THIIIINGS

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Well isn't this utter pandemonium. Zane's half-grateful he's no longer posing as a camper so he doesn't have to deal with this.

Of course he still has to be here, using the attack as a cover to sneak back into camp to steal all sorts of goodies alongside some of his fellow "traitors", as he's sure their being called. Whatever. It's not like he cares. He just wants to get this done and over with before anyone notices; because he's really not sure what's worse. Angry demigods or wolves.

As he slips out of the Athena cabin with a knapsack full of books he opts to lean towards angry demigods.]

[serenesuccessor]

[Naomi is terrified.

Actually terrified is an understatement. She hasn't been this scared since the Red Room kidnapped her. But she has to be brave, right?

So here she is, in the Demeter Cabin doing what she can to help and looking like she's about to cry. But she's trying, she really is. Because she's got to be brave. She's got her dagger safely on her hip and a bo staff in hand because... Well because Derek told her if it comes down to it to keep the wolves as far away as she could and she could to that with a staff.

She really hopes she doesn't have to do that.]

[open]

[justdora]

[Dora didn't believe herself to be the best person to go in headfirst when she heard those harpies screeching. Still, she couldn't just sit around and do nothing-- as much as she wanted to.

She took to patrolling the cabin area, sword at her hip. If Gabriel's going to be around doing his thing, then damn it, she will be too. Her hair is a drab, mouse brown right now, her real hair colour. She doesn't have the energy to keep up appearances when there could be wolves around any corner.]

THE ARENA

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WEREWOLF HERE COME AND GET HER

[lifeoflies]

[Lora's blood is racing and she loves it. She left that pathetic legacy up by their precious tree. He'll either bleed out or turn and she's not sure which would be better. Death, probably, since demigods and their like are nothing but a stain on the world that need to be wiped out. He's too soft to be turned anyway.

She's not sure how she wound up in their arena--someone had let off a stink bomb and distracted her. This was the path of least stench so she followed it, growling lowly]

[open]

[ordinaire]

[.... God damn it. Who wasn't keeping an eye on Anna? Angry that she wasn't able to help out (no really, Anna, you don't know how to do much at all), the new camper left her cabin when Jehan wasn't paying attention.

A dagger, Anna, will not protect you from werewolves. But she seems to think that it will... As she makes her way to the Arena, at least, to pick up another weapon that she has no clue how to use. These are the jerks that are keeping her from going to find her sister, the reason she's stuck in this camp instead of making sure Elsa is okay.

Which is not okay with her at all.]

STRAWBERRY FIELDS

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[Open]

[notworthless]

Callie made her choice after counting the ways she saw herself die in the woods and on the hill. Popping a few ibuprofin to take the edge off her headache. She'll have the lamest hangover ever by the end of this, namely she didn't get to drink. Just read the choices and see which way is less likely to kill her.

The cover is better in the woods, but the woods are more home to the wolves, the hill has no cover at all. There's enough cover here in the strawberry fields but it doesn't limit movement as much. The scents should help play with the wolves, and more importantly she should be out of the way of the people she most hates. That might have a part in her choice, but she did see herself die a lot of ways in the woods.

[biggerbark]

With gleaming yellow eyes, there's a shewolf on the prowl and she's hungry. It's been pretty awful living off critters for the last two weeks, what with the scent of all those able bodied, red blooded demigods on the other side of the border.

What's louder than the growl of her stomach is the growl from her throat, but she suppresses it, keeping several paces behind her latest target.

You may take some offense with this werewolf - she's the one who broke through the barrier in the first place.

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia feels like she's been out here for hours.

At the first sounds of trouble she'd armored up, taken stock of the whereabouts of her cabin sibs, and then headed out, daggers holstered and whip snaking its way from her wrist into her hand.

Once Lydia gets to the strawberry fields, she chooses to stand her ground; she's aware of the traps hidden within the forest and the terrain is far more familiar to those of the camp than the enemy.

Her whip in her left hand, dagger held reverse gripped in her right, she flares the wicked length out again and again, forcing the enemy to keep their distance and hoping to drive them into the trees.

THE WOODS

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[be_srs_yuri]

[Flynn is going to be holding the fort in the woods, along with anyone else joining the defense over this way. He's hoping that his heightened hearing will allow him to hear if anyone's trying to sneak up on him. Unfortunately, he's not sure how well that will work, since he's never fought against a werewolf before. Either way, the teen isn't going to let that stop him from helping to defend the home of these demigods. In Flynn's opinion, he owes it to them for taking him and the other Norse gods in for protection.

So, he's going to give it his all to pay them back.]

[arracht]

[ The moment that the harpies wake everyone, Derek knows that it's finally happening. He's out of the cabin like a shot, not even bothering to change out of the t-shirt and sweats he wore to bed. His sword is left at his bedside. The idea of armor is completely gone from his mind. For him, they'd only get in the way, so the only thing that he takes with him is a red ribbon that he shoves into his pants pocket-- just in case.

He can practically smell the wolves, and he pushes at his senses to try and locate them, opting to head to the woods first. He needs to find Scott and Zack, Stiles and Tybalt, has to find Nico, but for now he needs to try and find what they're dealing with. It'll give him a better idea of what's been circling the camp for days, what's had him set on edge for two damn weeks. ]

GAME CHANGER @ 2 AM

[industria]

For roughly two weeks, Allison has been adjusting not only to camp life once more but to her newfound powers and memories. The bite of Idunn’s Apple as well as being with her fellow Norse gods has made her stronger. She feels different. It’s a good different. She no longer feels like a little girl, kept in the dark. (Perhaps less like herself, but that may be the Apple talking.)

Even so, she tossed and turned at night in bed, waking up confused about her now constant visions - until she found some clarity a week after Chiron’s announcement to the camp. Skadi, prior to reincarnation, stormed the citadel of the gods to take revenge or seek compensation for her father’s death, murdered at their hands for kidnapping Idunn.

With a cold gaze, she stands atop the Big House with her compound bow in hand and a large supply of arrows, poisoned or dipped in silver. It turns out that Allison has been secretly communicating via cellphone with her fellow wolf hunters on the east coast outside of camp boaders, thinking it best to avoid Iris Messages. Her team, at two in the morning on the dot, is now on camp grounds and will be taking on the wolves and any campers who try to get in their way.

No gods are here to offer Allison Argent riches and apologies for the death of her mother, Victoria Argent, allegedly killed by Lycaon’s followers, who have been enemies of the Argents, hunters of werewolves and clear sighted mortals, for years. She’s cried too much. It’s time to take responsibility for herself and for her family.

[toeverywhere]

Leave it to the archers to move to the Big House. Elizabeth had followed her friend up the second the cry had been heard, her silver-tipped arrows filling her quiver. Every once in a while, she'd slip into the shadows, heading down to the field to help out where she was needed. It was there that she'd seen new people. People she recognized as having no business anywhere around camp.

"Who are you?" Elizabeth managed, grabbing on to one of the men's shoulders and pushing him against a tree, a knife manifesting in her grip, holding it against his neck.

The man grinned. "Get out of my way, girly, you don't know what you're dealing with." There was a flash and Elizabeth let go of him with a cry, reaching down. The side of her silver jacket was covered in blood. Using her confusion, the man dashed off, but not before Elizabeth strung her bow and shot at him, hitting him in the shoulder. If she'd wanted him dead, he would be.

Sliding back into the nearest shadow, she reappeared back on top of the Big House, already digging in her pockets for ambrosia. "Allison- there are others here. They aren't demigods. They're... human."