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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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[arracht]

Fair. Watch yourself, Tybalt.

[ He shoots him a quick look, jaw tight and a flash of blue in his eyes, before he goes ahead of him. ]

[fivefootfierce]

[Karrin had seen the woman emerge from the woods and decided to pursue. Dangerous? Probably. But Karrin had faced a giant and had been training for this kind of thing. Her blood was rushing too and she could feel Bryhildr at the edge of her consciousness, urging her onto the battlefield.

Karrin followed her into the arena.]

[lifeoflies]

--I can hear you.

[Lora turns around before she gets to the arena, looking down at the girl]

You don't smell like a demigod.

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.

[dromomania]

Rhys was ready for her to turn on him at any moment so he's not taken by surprise. He can feel his blood surging inside him- he is the god of battle and enemy of wolves and he's not scared. Not even close. He braces his spear and crouches, ready for impact. "Come on then. Blunt your teeth on me."

He really hopes his rune-charms work. This is going to be embarrassing otherwise.

[notworthless]

Callie is fidgeting with the straps on her bracers, wanting them to be snug but not tight enough she loses feeling in her arms. Right now she's just nervous before things happen. She hates the calm, knowing it'll end and just waiting for it to happen.

"Good a night as any. I would hope for a little less clouds," the weather was as safe a topic as any. The harpies were delightfully useless at telling where the incursion would begin. No walls to defend, no signs of the breach. "What I wouldn't give for a proper fortress in this place..."

[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."

[notabrasive]

[Only it's not Gale.

It is one very distraught and upset strange teenaged boy. He doesn't see Annie, too busy trying not to panic]

I told them this wasn't the job for me, oh god I told them I am not meant for killing. Why the fuck did I think that bite was a good idea--

[He trips, panicking and turning into a wolf as he falls. Abraxas is not very good at this. Not very good at this at all]

[usernameallison]

I know. I know. I'm - I'm so glad you're here, Heather.

[It's good that at least he's not the only one in semi-pajamas. His hand clutches the sword that's forever at his hip, and at least now it's coated in silver. That's going to help them, he thinks. That will be his saving grace.]

Come on. We can't let them in.

[He's glad she's got a hold of his arm, because he's hammering towards the pine.]

[annieisntokay]

[Definitely not Gale. And not anyone she recognized from camp, either. Keeping her back to a tree, she turned an ear towards him, trying to disconcert his mumbling.

No, no, Abraxas isn't very good at this at all. The second Annie sees the wolf, she steps out from the tree, her trident aimed at him.]

If the bite was a bad idea, coming here was a worse one.

[Behind the wolf, she noticed something, something about how the branches at the base of the tree hit the snow, some sort of... line just barely visible. One of Gale's traps, what looked like a sort of trip-line.]

[pyrkagia]

[Daenerys Targaryen has a feeling she'll be running from place to place like a chicken with its head cut off tonight, but she doesn't much care. She's alone tonight - for their own safety and for hers. Her whip, while shorter than Lydia's, trails along at her side and her skin is hot to the touch, starting to smoke. She's filled with a dangerous fury as she heads towards the strawberry fields, eyes sharply looking out for anything furry and just as vicious as her.

She is the blood of the dragon. She will take back her camp with fire and blood.]

[industria]

When Elizabeth joins her on the roof, Allison glances over her shoulder and a bit of warmth flickers over her face at her new friend and cabinmate. Her lip twitches somewhat, fighting the smile in greeting, before she fixes it into a more serious expression, narrowing her eyes and reaching for an arrow herself.

"I know," she replies easily, her voice decidedly bereft of emotion. She lifts her chin and looks to Elizabeth, a proper Hunter, once more.

"I let them in."

[willyouwalk]

Almost as soon as he realized Derek had shifted, Tybalt had moved to find him to divert friendly fire away from their werewolf. Most of the others hadn't believed him but as Derek was fighting the others they didn't argue overly much.

These people, however, aren't campers. One makes a beeline for Derek when they spot him, only to have Tybalt stepping in front of them before they can shoot him or stab him or whatever, his khopesh in hand.

"I don't know who you are," he warns, "but that wolf is a friendly."

[arracht]

[ Body jerking down with the kick, he stabilizes himself before rounding on her. She can laugh all she wants, but he's bound and determined to be the one laughing in the end. He lunges at her, a snarl ripped out of him as he bares his teeth. ]

[notabrasive]

[Shit.

Brax is up on his legs and scrambling, trying to shift back and explain. He manages about half way before he starts babbling again]

L-look, I don't want to kill anyone. I really, seriously don't, unless you're in a computer. Just--just let me go and I swear I won't bother anyone.

[braintomouthfilter]

[This is bad. This is b a d bad.

He knew his dad shouldn't have brought him up to this - just because he has a van to drive people does not mean Walt was prepared for this. No way. Not at all. Walt tracks and hunts down cryptids - mostly the Jersey Devil - and he's better with a camera than with a gun.

But he's learning.

Still, he's got two pistols held out in front of him, hands shaking.

You can do this, Walt. Breaths. Take so many breaths.]

[toeverywhere]

"You let them in?" Elizabeth repeats, pressing her hand against her wound. "Allison! They're not just going after the wolves. They're going after us."

She lifts her hand to show the blood on her jacket, the contrast visible even in the low light.

"Who are they?" She can take some ambrosia later. Right now, she needs to get Allison to call them off.

[excusing]

[ Heather's left her spear and shield, the things that make her Roman, behind in favor of a more streamlined fighting style with just a sword and a dagger at her hip. She hurries after him, easily keeping up in spite of her short stature. There is a distinct lack of giddiness because - this is serious. ]

Got it. You've got me, dude.

Nice sword, by the way.

Re: GAME CHANGER @ 2 AM

[braintomouthfilter]

[Meet Walt Martin, amateur cryptozoologist, professional photographer and part time hunter, full-time ball of blurting energy.

See, the thing about Walt being a part time hunter? His thing is...don't shoot unless it shoots you first. He's a Jersey boy born and bred and spends pretty much every single weekend traipsing up and down the Pine Barrens looking for that elusive critter, The Jersey Devil. He knows he's out there. He's gotta be.

Werewolves are his dad's thing. But they're a whole other story.

He's got two pistols on him and he knows how to use them, but he'd definitely prefer not to, for his sake.]

[annieisntokay]

[Good. Keep scrambling back. She presses forward. She's really not an intimidating site, though she supposes, the armor changes all that.] I can't do that. You came on to our territory. You came here looking to hurt people I care about, and I'm tired of people I love being killed. How do I know, if I let you go, you won't just run and tell the Red Room what you've seen here?

We didn't get a choice about being attacked. Why should I give you one about your consequences?

[lefthandedgenius]

On the way back from the strawberry fields, Lydia watches as strangers moved through the camp. She darts to avoid them, moving from a tree to the side of a cabin to a bench until she finally makes her way to the Big House.

The figure standing atop it catches her eye and it takes her a moment to realize who it is. Something isn't right about all of this, and she feels it in her gut.

It takes her a few minutes to get up on the rooftop, daggers sheathed, whip coiled against her wrist once more.

"Allison?"

[notabrasive]

The--the who? Those freaky demigods? Dude, I don't them beyond being those freaky demigods I swear. I only took the bite at Thanksgiving like a dumbass. They made me come, I-I didn't know they were serious about killing people!

[Still scrambling, still trying to shift back into a full human]

[usernameallison]

I know. Just hold on tight.

[He notices the seriousness in Heather's voice, the determination, and that's- that's what makes her Roman, he thinks. Those are qualities of a worthy legionnaire.]

Oh- thanks.

[Even in a tense combat situation, Scott McCall is polite.

There's footsteps up ahead - though it could also be the hammering of his own heart. Scott isn't sure anymore, but he can't be too careful. His sword's out and at the ready in both hands, eyes darting around.][It's a simple one, just one Romans use fighting side by side in twos.]

[lefthandedgenius]

Dany!

[Lydia's voice has a way of cutting through all the noise and chaos when she yells, but then she's also got the banshee shriek so maybe that's part and parcel. Dany's radiating heat that Lydia can feel in waves even from where she stands.]

Drive them into the trees!

[angeliaforos]

[Being right in the fray of battle has never, ever been Gabriel's style. He's a very behind the scenes guy, pulling all sorts of crazy strings to make things go in his favor. Well, in the favor of whatever side she's on.

And she doesn't even have a weapon. Shit, kid's got a lot to learn. He comes up behind her, invisible, and touches her wrist, pulling her in - she'll see him, but nobody will see them.]

Auds.

[Yes, that's happening. Deal with it.]</small. You're a Hermes kid. Are you quick?