halfbloodhill_logs | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

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.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[Oh. Water would have been good. Yeah.]

I brought some juice boxes...

[Five of them, three of which he's already gone through.]

Okay, so make sure you have a survival badge for the Apollo Scouts. Because you should study that stuff. You need water- you can only survive three days without water.

No. No way.

[And when she shifts, Scott gets into a very, very ready position, making sure the amulet is around his neck. He knows she's going to lunge soon. That's how wolves work.]

Get the hell out of my camp.

[It may not be his first camp, but it's a good one. Despite everything that they'd been taught about how the Greeks were terrible in New Rome, he likes these Greeks, would gladly take a bullet for most of them.]

Do you really think we're going to be stuck here for more than three days? ...Oh em gee, are we all gonna die?!

[In response, Lora just howls and lunges at Scott's ankles. Get him on the ground, then bite]

Oh, gods. This is beyond her, all of this is beyond her capabilities and she had ignored that fact until this very moment. She is completely unprepared, power of the Skadi or not.

Allison falters, covering her mouth with a gloved hand, looking between Elizabeth and the other campers. And she drops it, placing her hand over her chest, her brown leather jacket, in order to steady it. "I - I can't," she blurts out. "I can't call it off. There's something I have to do."

[Her hand lights up, leaving a little flickering trail behind her as she walks - and she focuses on her breathing, trying to keep the rage inside her in check. She'll let loose when she sees something, but right now it's just darkness, nothing, not even footsteps.]

There's no one here.

"What are you doing up here?" Because Lydia knows on some instinct that whatever it is, it isn't good.

"There are mortals all over the camp. They're going after the wolves...but there's at least one out there that's helping is and I don't think they know the difference. I saw a few of them go for campers too."

Her lips press together tightly. "What's going on?"

Consider it a gift from a friend. And a precaution. We're going to need it.

[She looks around again, scratching at her head and running her hand through a loosening braid just once. She feels her skin beginning to heat up, her heart beginning to pound.]

I haven't encountered any in the main area yet, but the borders seem chaotic.

Hey, hey, what did I say about oh em gee?

We're not going to die, Charlie. [She says it as convincingly as she can.] I'm not going to let you die.

[Scott takes a quick hop back, hoping to evade her, and does his best to get a good slash in with a grunt of exertion.]

[Alcuin slings the quiver over his shoulder and nods.]

Is there any idea of how many? It can't be a full-scale invasion...

[He hopes not, but maybe the werewolves were just the forward scouts.]

[He misses, which gives Lora a chance to dodge around to the other side and lunge for his ankles again]

He gets a howl in response and with her paws, she tries to knock him off his feet, rolling back into an upright position hopping onto her hind legs to push him over. If teeth aren't going to work, she's going to use brute force. There's a somewhat logical, human side to her that allows her to think this way and she's quite lucky in that respect. It's just a bruise. She has the power to tear him apart, or so she thinks. The Norse are new to her.

"Is that something worth the lives of more of your friends, Allison?" Elizabeth asks, straightening up, wincing some. There was no way to casually munch on ambrosia while having an important discussion. At least she wasn't in danger of bleeding to death. "Is it worth more than the lives of those other hunters?" She gestures with her free hand down to the campers.

Leave it to the Daughter of Eris to try to talk someone out of causing more havoc.

"You don't know until you try."

Keep coming closer. Trust me, they're coming!

[There is a breather moment though, as it appears there aren't anymore wolves spilling out into the strawberry fields. Lydia lets the whip coil back onto her wrist and jogs toward Dany.]

Can you hold it until we need it?

[Not too close. That heat is coming off Dany in waves, it feels like.]

[He swipes again, this time with more precision - but he does grab him. Scott takes a sharp gasp of air in as he falls - he's down for the count.]

"I bought the mortals in," is all Allison says, pulling an arrow out of her quiver and spinning it between her fingers.

She lifts her chin, aligns the arrow properly between her index and middle finger. Her hands don't sweat under her gloves like they did when she was younger. Her aim is perfect.

So when she fires at the wolf previously attacking Rhys, why does she only get her in the shoulder?

Oh. Yeah. Sorry!

[He slumps down into the fort.] You mean it? You won't let anything bad happen?

[He gets her snout and it burns but that doesn't matter. Her blood is pumping and she has a kill.

Snarling, Lora pounces on Scott and bites into his side]

[She keeps listening, straining her ears - and she really wishes she was a dragon now, just able to fly above the treetops and torch every wolf she sees, with skin tougher than armor and bubbling steam inside.]

I-I don't kn-

[She takes a few shaky breaths in and out, trying to calm herself, quell that inner rage - but the Blessing of Hephaestus is not as stable as Dany would like to believe - or would like anyone else to believe. The grass around her goes up in flames as she lets out a little groan.]

"This - this isn't my family," Allison insists, already losing her steely resolve the more she talks to Elizabeth, letting her normal self take over for a moment. "I have to do this because of the family that I still have. Liz, my mom was killed by wolves. My - my grandfather said she was brutally murdered."

Not really how she wanted to break the news, but it's all coming out now, out of her control.

[At first, Scott doesn't know what hit him.

Then there's teeth sinking, sinking into his side and he feels his skin break and burst, and it's agony. Torture, almost. He lets out a shout of pain, anguish.]

[Lora has to control herself so she doesn't go berserk on the boy. She's not sure if he's going to survive but if he doesn't, she'll grab his body when they're done here. If he does, well, he'll join the pack soon enough.

She pulls herself away from Scott, grinning wolfishly through the blood on her muzzle]

"And I'm sorry to hear that. I am, Allison, I really, really am. I know what it's like to lose a family member, but- but that doesn't mean this is the way to do it. Allison-" she takes a few steps towards her, no weapons in sight, other than the bow slung across her back.

"Would your mother want your friends to be hurt on her behalf?" She'd had so many people hurt on her behalf, and she hated it. It was difficult to imagine anyone would feel differently.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 5 of 24