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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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Oh sugar high sounds, actually pretty great for them right now. Less chance to be freaked out if they crash.

[Cause he doesn't want panicked younger campers having to deal with that, really. Seems unfair. And as far as Eponine goes, well.]

Wanna come out to the porch? Heard we're pretty clear for the moment.

Ideally, they'd all be asleep, but what can you do?

[Eponine has seen battle first hand a few times over, now. Sitting out is new for her, and she is. Not. A. Fan. But she can't fight right now. That much is painfully obvious to everyone who really knows her.

With a glance over her shoulder, she shuts the door as quietly as a child of Hermes can, and slides out on to the porch.]

To top it all off, it's a nice night.

Yeah, I don't think anybody's gonna be getting that much sleep right now. We didn't at Brooklyn House when we were fighting, that's for sure.

[His experiences there taught Feuilly that he's better in a back up role of all things. While he's confident he can handle stragglers if they come close to the cabin, that was the time he learned the extent of his magic and abilities and really, what they were suited to. The tension beforehand is the same though. Maybe that's something that never goes away.

At any rate, he's giving Eponine a little smile, tense, but a smile and a real one, as she slips out to join him.]

It really is. Kind of crazy, isn't that?

You never really can. But we can hope, when they crash.

[She moves over to the railing, sitting on it.]

There's always irony in things like that. But I like the night best of all. It's... peaceful. I like the feeling of knowing everyone's asleep and I have the world to myself.

And with any luck, it'll stay quiet enough to let them. That'd be the best for all the little ones, really.

[Well, "little' is kind of subjective but...younger than him anyway.]

It can be, most of the time. It's even more like that when you're wandering through a city, I think, and actually get the evidence that almost everybody is. Well, I guess not the people who make donuts, maybe...

Little ones? [She raises an eyebrow. She's tiny, but she's fierce.]

It is. [But, donuts? Really, Feuilly? The hell is wrong with you?]

Even in Brooklyn, it gets quiet.

The under fourteen or so set, yeah. The ones who haven't had as much time to get used to, well, all of this stuff. Everybody else who isn't fighting for whatever reason, well, that's different. Not that I want everybody else terrified or anything either, but...

[There's a shrug. And yeah, donuts. All bakeries, really, come to think of it. And pretzel places, sometimes.]

Yeah, yeah it does. Manhattan's got its moments like that too. Kind of nice. This could be nice too, on any other night.

Yeah. It is different.

[Okay, Feuilly, you should probably stop talking.]

Yeah, I'll say. Cold, clear. I wish I was out.

Cause I'm pretty sure you could give them a run for their money.

[And that's a true statement there, not patronizing her or anything else. It's just...an observation, really. And yeah, definitely changing the subject from baked goods, before he wants them.]

Out with them, or out there?

I can.

[She looks out across the cabins.]

Either. Both. Why limit myself? Right now, I'd settle for fighting.

[He thought so somehow, yeah. Eponine seems a lot tougher than she looks, somehow. If he knew all the details, like that she was the friend in question Charlie had mentioned, for instance, he'd think that even more.]

Well, hey. They get close, we might all need you. I've got a vague idea what I'm doing but it falls in the realm of distraction.

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.

And it won't. I know a little more of what I'm doing that we can keep everybody we need to safe. [And if not? He's willing to risk it.] . He'll be all right. All of us will.

No. We won't.

[She looks off, her eyes stony.]

You've never been in battle before, have you?

Hey, you think like that, and you're already letting them win.

[He's looking back, his own gaze steady.]

I have, actually. The Battle of Brooklyn House. Vlad the Inhaler, no, seriously, that's one of the things he was called, sent a bunch of goons after all of us initiates. He wanted all of us out of the way so he could summon Apophis. Because we were all there, well, naturally we had to be punished for learning our crafts. But, we held them off.

Admittedly, I wasn't in the range of combat so much as I was in the range of sending out distractions, and letting rats at them to cause some chaos but... I've at least seen something like it before. And I've seen defenses work. I don't know very much about werewolves, but...I'd say we've got a shot.

That's not what I meant.

[She's got her eyes trained on the ground now.]

Last summer, Kronos attacked Olympus. The gods were fighting on another front, and it was just us who had to defend Olympus. We went up against monsters, our half-siblings, you name it... The point is: You don't come out of these unscathed. There are casualties. We're not going to be alright.

If no one on our side dies for once? I'd consider that a victory.

[Feuilly's nod at that is serious. He'd heard about what had happened there, of course, and of the casualties. They'd been luckier at Brooklyn House, certainly, but still.]

Well, then not completely. But if we start by making sure that nothing happens here, we'll have done something to contribute to that, right? And I would say that's a victory, definitely. It's what we're hoping for, right?

Right.

We always hope for it. But that's not how war works. Not how battles are.

Not usually, I'll admit that.

But I'm willing to bet that most people who go into them, who orchestrate them have to have some sort of hope that things are going to be worth it.

We can hope.

We can hope and I can conjure rat armies and send a few instances of defensive spells out. This cabin, at least. We'll make sure it's okay.

Yeah. We will. Like I said, I promised Charlie he wouldn't get hurt. Or me.

[Feuilly's nod at her is very firm indeed.]

Then we'd better make sure both of those happen.

Charlie's the only one worried about me getting hurt.

I wouldn't say that. I'm pretty worried about that too, especially now that I've met you. If we go back to back though...I could keep a better eye on you then.