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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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Yeah, same with Charlie back there. [She gestures.] He's good with a sling-shot, but that'll do nothing more than make him an easy target.

And I promised him nothing would happen to him.

[Surely if she had ambrosia she would have been smart enough to give it to him by now. Unfortunately she doesn't, but once they get close to camp again, she does hunker down and murmur softly.]

I think I can make it to Apollo Cabin and back. I can get something so you can heal. Can you wait here for me?

[The other whip hitting his side elicits a whine, and Hayato pulls at Lydia's whip with all his strength intent on knocking Lydia off balance. Once that's done he let's go, darting to the left and circling around the girls before lunging at Dany.

If at first you don't succeed, try for the other weapon!]

Not a camper at all, because a camper knows better to snort at his threat.

"Is that suppose to frighten me?" She raise an eyebrow, not moving an inch. "Because I think you would have to find someone who cared about the gods of old. They have no business in this matter and neither do you. So I'll ask again, move aside."

"No."

And that's the last thing Tybalt says before swinging his khopesh up and at the girl's bow, hoping to snap the string.

I'm not sure where I'll find her.

[But she's uncurling her whip again, watching both their backs. She's got to be always on her guard, right now.]

[First werewolves, now werewolf hunters? Groaning she runs a hand down her face.]

Great. Could things get any worse here?

[If it rains it's her fault.

Taking a deep breath she nods again, pushing her frustration aside. Petty crooks she knows how to deal with, but werewolf hunters?]

Right. So what's the plan?

[Oh, shit - this kid's got guns, too. He picks up his guns, training them on Mike.]

Get back to safety, or I'll open fire.

"I'm here to keep you safe." Though it's hard for him to say because these kids are way, way tougher looking than him at 23. He stares them down as best as he can, blinking a little. "So if I were you, I would head out."

Yes, they could.

[But she's not going to say how or why or anything like it. Too cliched.]

they're not supposed to be hurting us. If we could get them out... Drive them back through the borders...

Hey! What're you -

[ she's about to comment on the nickname, she really is, but she gets distracted by the whole being-pulled-into-whatever-this-is thing. ] Gentlemen generally warn girls before they pull them away from danger.

[ "danger" being used very, very loosely here. she frowns, scowls, even, and looks back out toward where the action's happening. ]

I'm not slow.

Yeah well... I don't intend to be held at knife point? And I don't think that's the first thing werewolves try to do....

[A wry laugh, however, and she's shaking her head.]

That works too... I mean, if it helps get rid of the threat.

Typically. But I'm not typical.

[There's a little grin, but he narrows his eyes as he looks out on the camp.]

Wanna help me out with something?

[Mike's gun is up and aimed almost before his hand moves, it seems like. His hand is rock steady.]

I'm not a defenseless kid. I belong here in these woods, protecting people who are unable to fight these wolves off themselves, and you need to get out of the way and let me do my job.

Well, that's kind of my job, too. But it's also my job to get you away. The wolves? They're my target!

[His hands are shaking a little. Gods, he doesn't want to shoot, but he might have to...]

I don't care if you kill a wolf or two, but I'm not leaving the woods or my responsibilities. Get out of here before you do something stupid.

[Because right now he's pretty sure he can shoot a lot straighter than this kid can and if Walt pulls the trigger he's going to have to respond.]

Dean almost laughs.

"You," he echoes, pointing the gun at the kid, "are here to keep us safe. Can you believe this guy?" He huffs and looks at Callie, shaking his head. His expression is nothing short of incredulous when he looks back, the doubt clear in his voice. "Do you even know how to use those things?"

Scott.

[His voice comes out small, eyes widening. No. No he had just seen Scott this morning and-

And an anger bubbles to the surface, Zack grits his teeth, readjusting the grip on the hilt of his sword.]

You son of a-

[He doesn't finish the insult, the curse turning into a battle cry as he charges forward.]

Bitch? Yes.

[She turns into a wolf and dodges back, snapping at his ankles]

Callie returns the look Dean gives her, that look trying to decide if this kid even scoped out the situation and if he took the safety off his guns. Not only did the pair have confidence to spare at least in this field of activity, they looked the part to boot. "You sure that's the story you want to go with?"

Callie wasn't discounting the guy completely, flashes in her mind of them both getting shot to death did play out at a few choices hanging in the air. But they mostly stemmed from nerves, and not hostile intentions. At least... that's how she read it, "...What brought you here to keep us safe? This place isn't easy to find, not for mortals."

[He readjusts the grip on his strap, smile in place.

It's almost funny, he thinks to himself, the amount of faith Jehan seems to have for him.

The desperation in his voice though, makes Zane's chest tighten just a little. But again he shoves it aside. Time to play the villain, right?]

I'm here on important business. Red Room business. Why else would I be here?

[Jehan's heart breaks and you can see it in his face. He still doesn't level his gun at Zane, though]

Because I don't fall in love with bad people and I'm hoping--

[He takes a shuddery breath]

Drop the books, Zane.

[Enjolras finds that hard to believe.]

Right.

[He's half tempted to ask Courfeyrac to join him in checking the defenses, but he has a feeling that might not be the best option at the moment.]

What's wrong?

I threw up on him too when I was sick once. He screamed like a girl.

[At the time she would have laughed if she hadn't been feeling sick.

Nodding she finishes the snickers bar, then returns to hugging her knees.]

My Mama always makes me chicken soup when I don't feel good, so maybe if you feel sick again we can get you some?

[Because all she'd known is Eponine had been sick and in Naomi's mind that sick meant the flu or something.

It didn't help that Tai had totally agreed and told her it was a flu bug.]

Yeah, he does that. I also screamed when I threw things at him.

[Eponine, unwittingly, extends a hand and places it on Naomi's back.] Yeah? I wasn't really hungry that whole month... [Even now, her appetite still errs on the non-existent side.] But how could I turn that down?

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