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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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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."

[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."

[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.

[industria]

It's only when Allison notices that Elizabeth is wounded and her face pales and her jaw drops slightly. She's not so far gone that she can't drop the prideful act to look at her.

"They're - they're not supposed to - I told them to keep everyone out of the way not hurt them." Allison's voice wobbles slightly by the end of the sentence and she shakes her head.

"We're all hunters, too. Not like you."

[toeverywhere]

"Well, they aren't listening," she says shortly. "They're not drawing any lines between us or them. I don't think I'm the only one they've hurt. I-"

She pauses as Songbird lands on the weather vane, cawing ominously.

"You have to call them off, or it's going to be a bloodbath down there. On all sides!"

[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."

[thesuccessor]

"No wolf is a friendly wolf." Alexis has not moved a muscle, arrow still drawn fully. "Now I request you move aside and let us handle this."

Because she was given orders. Eliminate all wolves, and while she doesn't plan on hurting any of the idiot campers getting involved she's not against fighting one.

[willyouwalk]

Not a camper then. Tybalt tightens his grip on his khopesh.

"See, that's where you're wrong," he replies, voice level. "That wolf? That wolf has the protection of the goddess Bast." Which was technically true, since that was Tybalt's goddess. "If you so much as breath on that wolf, I can promise you a curse upon your house that will last a hundred years. The plagues of Egypt will look like a mild inconvenience compared to what will come down upon your head."

He doesn't mention Derek's father. That's not his pantheon.

[thesuccessor]

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."

[willyouwalk]

"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.

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.]

[foreverystory]

[Mike spotted Walt and almost did something he'd regret, but after a second of observation it was clear that he wasn't a predator. Not the way a wolf would be. He's got guns and it looks like he's fairly comfortable carrying them, but Mike's going to take what some might call a stupid risk, stepping out into the open. His sword is in its sheath and his gun is in its holster, his hands near them but not on them.]

Who are you and what are you doing here? You have about thirty seconds to explain or get out.

[braintomouthfilter]

What- I- Wh- no, I-

[Walt blinks a few times, shaking his head and stepping back, and then taking a few breaths. You can do this, dude.]

You have to get out of the way, go back to safety!

[foreverystory]

I asked you a question.

[Did Mike's hands get closer to his gun? Maybe.]

And I haven't seen any wolves near this part of the border, just suspicious trespassers.

[braintomouthfilter]

And I told you what to do so you should go and - go and go and do it! C'mon!

[Walt has a tendency to repeat himself when he's not sure of what to say. He's trying to sound commanding, but it's not working. He's mostly just shouting, voice full of energy.]

It's for your own good, dude!

[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?"

[industria]

"What?"

Allison knows it's Lydia but she doesn't look at her, surveying the chaos below. There's no look of satisfaction on her face. This is how things must be. That's what Gerard told her, that's what he said to her before she left for camp again. You know what you have to do, sweetheart.

It's no longer Gerard's voice in her head, but her own, or what she thinks is her own. She wants revenge and she is going to get it tonight.

[lefthandedgenius]

"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?"

[industria]

"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?

[lefthandedgenius]

Oh shit, is what Lydia thinks, but as she watches Allison, as she steps closer, her voice stays calm.

"Why would you do that?" she asks. "We were all prepared for this fight. And those mortals...most of them aren't distinguishing between campers and werewolves. You can't want that."

[usernameallison]

[The limp Scott's sporting, the coughing and sputtering he's doing really makes for no reason for him to be walking at all. And now he's dropped his sword, it's gone - and his side feels like it's an ocean just dripping - he can't move too much more. It's hard to keep walking at all.

He looks up to the Big House, for the absent moon - and sees a figure atop it, bow in hand, poised.]

...Allison?

[industria]

Scott.

[ Oh gods, oh gods, he's hurt. This has to be her fault that he's bleeding all over the place. He doesn't deserve this, he doesn't need this. He's too good.

Allison immediately and easily flips off the roof, balancing her weight on her arms so she can land on her feet without a hitch, her bows still secure in the quiver. She hurries to him, reaching out to him with her free hand. ]

Scott what - [ Oh, no. ]

[usernameallison]

[He feels like the blood is everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and he doesn't know what this is but all he knows is that it's fucked. This whole situation is fucked, he should've listened to Derek and stayed out of it.]

Allison...somebody...bit me.

[industria]

[ Allison can feel something inside of her splinter and her heart drops into her stomach when her eyes focus on the bite mark. She almost makes contact but -

As if controlled by another force, she snaps to attention and immediately backs away a few feet, her hands curled around the dagger hooked into the utility belt around her waist. There is no Code, not when family dies. ]