Things Are A Brewing (OPEN) (PLOT)

[Mia Clifton]

Wrinkling her nose, Mia descended the staircase on her way to the basement. Lately, the strange flu-like sickness had gotten out of hand, and campers everywhere were coughing their lungs up or lying helplessly in bed while the few Apollo campers who weren't ill ran back and forth, trying to comfort the ill. And on top of all of that, the Oracle, Skye had given a prophecy that sounded as if the illness wasn't just some ordinary flu but something much, much more deadly.

This had prompted several heated discussions around camp as campers tried to decipher its meaning and speculate as to who was going to go on the quest. After a fight had broken out between two Ares campers, Chiron had had enough and, almost reluctantly, called for a meeting at the Big House.

Normally, Mia didn't attend the meetings because they were usually ridiculously depressing, and it almost hurt to breathe the musty air, but one of her best friends, Skye, had volunteered to take notes, and Mia had decided that accompanying Skye to the meeting was much more preferable to wandering around camp or tending to vomiting campers. Besides, maybe something exciting would happen... After all, Mr. D was bound to show up.

Taking a seat next to Skye, Mia let her mind wander as she waited for the meeting to begin. It was only when Chiron started speaking that Mia realized she had been daydreaming. The huntress leaned forward, twisting her head slightly so as to get a better view as Chiron spoke.

"Campers, as you probably know, a mysterious illness has descended on camp. And recently,-

[/i]" His gaze flickered to Skye, "-it has come to my attention that the situation is much graver than I thought." He paused to let this sink it. "It has been decided that the only way to stop the illness before it worsens is by sending out a group of campers on a quest to find the source of this sickness." He paused before speaking again, this time much louder. "The purpose of this meeting is to determine which campers will comprise the group I spoke of earlier." Extending his arms, Chiron stepped back. "The floor is now open for discussion."

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Notes: SECOND PLOT THREAD! Anyone who sent in a quest application and still wants their character considered for the quest must post in here. Also, Skye and Chiron were godmodded with permission.

[Max Darke]

Max never attended Big House meetings. They where probably stupid and boring. She had better things to do (well, more exciting, at least) than sit around in a musty building thinking about weather they should hold a camp dance or not.

But things had been happening. People where getting sick. In bed with a terrible flu. Amber James had even stabbed some girl in the heart with a needle full of adreniline because she couldn't breath. Not only that, but the camp Oracle - Skye Remmington - had told a prophacy the other night. Max couldn't pretend she wasn't curious. Of course, going on a quest would be a sweet dream and a nightmare for Max. I mean, your trapped with a few people - gods only know who - with only them to rely on. You couldn't escape or run or go off on your own. On the other hand, you where away from the damned camp. Max had mixed feelings about it.

Max was wearing a cotten v-neck, jeans, boots, and a Mocking Jay bag. Sure, she stole all of her wardrobe stolen... but a wardrobe was a wardrobe. She even (slightly) prided herself on stealing the bag from Regan Darkwood and being able to hide it enough that he wouldn't notice. And she stole her shirt and jeans and boots from the Hermes cabin... THAT was a feat. Stealing form the theives?? That's amazing. The only reason she was stealing from guys' was that it was easier to hide simple clothing so that it's unnoticable. And not many girls in camp had that kind of clothes that wasn't super tight.

The daughter of Nike slipped into the Big House. Not many people where there... good. Maybe not many would show up. She looked around and took an empty seat, surrounded by other empty seats. Hopefully Ilo or Jamie or Pandora wouldn't showu up and sit next to her. But if they did, they did. Not much sense complaining about something that may or may not happen in the future.

The Big House filled up with people over the seires of several minutes (which felt like hours to a ADHD Max). When almost all the chairs where taken, Chiron clopped to the front of the room and spoke.

"Campers, as you probably know, a mysterious illness has descended on camp. And recently, it has come to my attention that the situation is much graver than I thought." He paused for a second. "It has been decided that the only way to stop the illness before it worsens is by sending out a group of campers on a quest to find the source of this sickness." This time, he spoke louder. "The purpose of this meeting is to determine which campers will comprise the group I spoke of earlier." Chiron went back a few steps. "The floor is now open for discussion."

"I'll do it!" Macy Dobson sat up so quickily she knocked over her chair. She exclaimed. Max facepalmed. Macy was hyper and a total softie. Max imagined a monster gouging her eyes out and raised and eyebrow. After a moment of thinking, Max stood up. Macy's eyes widened. Max was much bigger than her, despite being a year younger. Macy gulped hard.

"Okay," Max said. "I'm not cocky or anything, but if your that desprate, then we're all going to die. At least pick someone who has a chance." She ran a hand through her hair as a third person stood up.

"Oh? Are you voulenteering, then?" Jenny Meyer asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet slightly. Max just shrugged. "I dunno. I mean, sure, I'll go. It wont be the first time my life is on the line. But I'm not going to cry if I don't get." A few people started whispering and looking at Max. She suddenly felt uncomfterble with all the attention. of course, she didn't show that. She took a quick glance and sat down like it was no big deal.

And of course, to Max, it really wasn't.

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Credit: Stand in the Rain by Superchick for the song, and me (Aries) for making le template!

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[Camille Devraux]

Camille couldn't believe she was there. She never sat in on the meetings unless it had to do with something that benefited her... and this was one of those times. Aphrodite children never went on quests. They were never wanting to, and even if they did, they under-estimated the importance of it, and the other campers under-estimated the abilities of them. Camille was going to admit it. Most of the girls in her house were self obsessed and spoiled. In fact, in her current depressed state, she would admit that she was the exact same way. However, she knew she stood more of a chance than many of the other campers. After all, she was the one Aphrodite who could take down an Ares camper.

She listened as the counselor introduced the topic of discussion and she couldn't help but yawn. It was discreet, but she quietly scolded herself for it.

The room was mostly empty. Many of the campers, even some of the Cabin Leaders (Juliyetta, for example) were still sick. Even her own cabin leader was out because of it. Normally, Camille would take joy in seeing their pain, especially in her current state, however, her best clothing supply and the girl who managed to keep the other Aphrodite girls from annoying the schiz out of her were both absent, and something had to be done. Not to mention the glory she could get from the ones who had originally under-estimated her mother.

Suddenly, one of the Minor Goddess cabin girls stood up and caught Camille's attention. It was that one quiet one who didn't speak much to anyone, but she practically volunteered herself. Camille stood up and realized that many of the others had turned her way as well. She held her head up high and turned her head, the blonde curls framing her makeup-less face. "I'll go too. After all, we can't just send a Minor Cabin girl."

[Skye Jade Remmington]

Skye...didn't know what to think.

Ever since that fateful dinner when the oracle had possessed her and announced that there was to be a quest, people had acted different around her. Whispering and asking her crap about who they were going to marry. Assuming that she knew everything about the quest and the flu going around because the Oracle was able to seize her and talk through her, leaving her to take the blame.

Well, not blame, necessarily. Just outcome in general. And this outcome was...whispering and gossip for her. A quest for everyone else.

Nobody knew who was going on said quest yet — except for Ossac. Ossac Edyn, the quiet Apollo boy with Justin Bieber bangs. If Skye let her eyelids slide shut for a second, she could still see the teenage boy bounding into the woods, presumably to collect himself.

And she felt as though it was all her fault.

This was what was running through her head like a typewriter ribbon as she entered the Big House of the camp with Mia Clifton, her friend who was a huntress and half-sister of Ossac. She'd stammered out a couple of things to Mia on the way there, but she had been sort of out of it and couldn't remember much. Mia probably thought she was totally insane or something.

Her Van shoes squeaked on the hard floor as she entered the meeting room and took a seat, Mia sliding in next to her. She barely listened to what Chiron was saying. This she already knew. Stuff about the quest and the sickness and why there was a meeting. But before long, she was forced to pay rapt attention. After all, she was taking notes.

The small, pocket-sized notebook she had reserved for the occasion slipped out of her butt pocket easily, and she set it on the table, reading what past attendants of meetings had carved there. Go Red Team. Kennedy is fat. Hannah + Keegan. Nothing of interest, and before she knew it, she was zoning out again; she was jerked back to reality by a sharp elbow that was jamming into her ribcage. The elbow belonged to Mia Clifton.

"Okay, okay!" she hissed impatiently before clicking her pen so the nib sprung out. She did this just in time to hear Maxine Darke — a girl she despised — snapped at a mousy-haired girl who had piped up and volunteered for the quest, just like that. Skye wasn't sure what she was supposed to do or say. Mashing her glossy lips together so as not to blurt out something stupid, she wrote on the notepad in her girly cursive, Max Darke. At the end she added a big fat question mark, the dot at the bottom as black as it could get from force.

Almost as soon as Skye had finished writing Max's name down, another girl piped up. Her Skye didn't know, but she'd heard some pretty weird things about her. "I'll go too. After all, we can't just send a Minor Cabin girl."

Oh gods, now Max was not going to like that. Skye winced a little at the girl's words and whispered to Mia, "What's that girl's name?"

"Camille Devraux," Mia whispered back, her brown hair spilling down her back as she did so. Skye envied Mia's hair, even though it was stupid — girls were always telling her that they were jealous of her own blond curls.

Why the hell was Skye thinking about hair? Camille Devraux(?), she wrote down on the pad, less carefully than she had for Max's name. She knew she was in for a lot of writing.

OOC: My gods, this sucked. xD i'll try and post Tal tomorrow. Also, Mia was godmodded with permission.

[Lucan Lucchesi]

Meetings were usually boring. For Luke, it meant that he had to sit still and listen to the input of others. He wasn't the sociable type anyway, so these meetings weren't usually for him. On these occasions his half-sister Seri usually represented the Ares cabin and then Luke would train instead. It was however his ambition to go on a quest because he had spent so long in camp preparing for life and death situations, so it was just natural for him to want to prove his newly found skills to the rest of the campers.

He had a few reasons for wanting to go anyway: reason number one was that it was because it was linked to the sickness that had been spreading throughout camp and a lot of Ares campers alike the other campers had been getting ill. It almost felt like he'd be doing his cabin proud by being a part of the team that were going to purge the sickness. His second reason was that - although it sounded selfish - he needed time to think about Tal. It gave him a sort of excuse to give them both space because he could feel the awkwardness and tension between them, yet he couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from.

Luke listened eagerly as Chiron made his little speech. Just like he thought, it was about who was going to accompany Ossac on the quest.

He rested his elbows on the table and he waited to see who'd voice their interest first. There was a lot of unique characters sat around with different sets of abilities, some however were more powerful than others. Luke's abilities weren't the best around but they were pretty useful, that's why in the past a lot of Ares kids went on quests.

Some girl spoke up first but then she seemed to be put in her place by a girl Luke only knew as Max. He didn't know many girls anyway, but you had to be a social disaster not to have heard of her. From the rumors that had gone round he'd gathered that she wasn't the type who you could have a pleasant chat with. Despite the fact that she obviously wasn't as eager as some to go she still sort of volunteered herself all the same.

What was Luke supposed to say? He really wanted to go and he couldn't just let this opportunity slip but he was sure that others would be able to voice their ideas better. It wasn't long before Camille, a good looking daughter of Aphrodite also volunteered to go. If he didn't say anything now then someone else would just volunteer.

"I-I'll, um, go," Luke spluttered. Okay, so he totally didn't sell himself at all like the other two. However, he wasn't the son of Hermes or Aphrodite so he wasn't going to be such a smooth talker, he was far better at anything that required brawn instead of brains. He just had to hope that he was taken seriously.

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[Ossac Aero Edyn]

Ossac slouched with his arms crossed across his chest from where he sat behind where Chiron stood at the head of the pingpong table. His eyes were downcast and his lips were pursed. He pulled his beanie farther down on his head. The rec room in the Big House was crowded with just about every camp kid that he isn't have tucked in bed up in a sick room. It was driving his already unhappy ADHD mind insane. He hated camp meetings, but being Apollo cabin leader as well as the Head of Infirmary, he was always forced to show up. But neither of those reasons were why he was sitting here now.

He sighed. He didn't want to be here. Ever since he'd started getting crazy dreams a few months ago, he new something was happening, and the blotchy sickness showing up further confirmed that. Perhaps confiding in Chiron had been a mistake because when the oracle episode came up, the centaur knew that he was the "Child of Prophecy", as he continued to call it. After that, it didn't take long for rumors to spread, and now, even though everyone pretended they had no idea, everyone knew. And somehow, he was the only HalfBlood NOT interested in waltzing off on a life-threatening quest when over half the Demigod population was already on the brink of it. Go figure.

He listened in boredom as Chrion gave his opening words. Ossac braced himself as he opened "discussion" and other HalfBloods began to volunteer and argue over a spot on the board of questers. He whispered up to Chiron [teal]"Why do I have to be here?"[/teal] his question was returned when the Centaur turned around while the others were absorbed in debate and gave the son of Apollo a sharp look and cross words "Mr. Edyn. It is a privilege to be chosen by the gods for such an occasion! Show some respect and appreciation!" 
[teal]"Maybe I didn't want to be chosen!"[/teal] 
"Don't you understand that duty must rise above our own wants?"
[teal]"Yeah. I know. You've mentioned that a few times."[/teal]
"Well then you need to start acting like it. The Olympians have spoken in favor of you. Act like someone who deserves that honor."

And before Ossac could throw another retort, Chrion turned to face the unruly council of teenagers once again. Then Ossac decided to sit up in his chair in a bit on compliance to Chiron. He pulled off his beanie and stuffed in in his pocket before looking around at the room, taking note of the people speaking. He might as well, soon he'd be leading a few of them across the country fighting monsters.

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Muse: INSANE AND AWESOME
Notes: Sorry, I have so much muse I don't want to stop to write a pretty posting code.

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[Talia Winchell]

Tal winced as the sun glared straight down into her light brown eyes. She closed them but could still see the unglamorous purple glow that came with the flash, cutting into her vision and obscuring things.

The dark behind the Hermes girl's eyelids was, quite honestly, a very welcome change. Her life had become completely hectic, what with the new oodles of unclaimed kids making their way into the cabin...and with Bobbi...and Luke...and Bobbi again...she'd been trying to keep to herself for several days, but trouble had always seemed to worm her way to her like someone had attached a magnet to her back. And a sign that said the classic thing: "Kick Me."

Yes, life was kicking Tal in the ass right now, and she didn't know exactly what to do. It was getting monotonous but eventful, strangely enough, and that was a pretty odd combination. Her schedule was getting unpredictable, as were her moods (even she had noticed this by now). This was why, really, a Cabin Leader meeting was a welcome change. Having been the Hermes leader for years, she knew what to expect.

It was nice knowing what was happening for once.

Forcing herself to wrench her eyes open once again, Tal speed-walked to the Big House. She knew she was several minutes late, but it wasn't really anything to worry about — most often the majority of attendees was. But she hadn't expected so many people to show up. Her eyes, the dreaded color of too many watercolors mixed together, widened as she opened the door to the Recreational Room.

Bailey's girlfriend Skye was there, and a smallish brown-haired girl was occupying the seat adjacent to her. Max Darke was also there, of course, as was some random Aphrodite girl whose name Tal didn't know. Then there was Ossac, and...Luke.

Luke? What was he doing here? He wasn't a Cabin Leader, Seri was — at least, to Tal's knowledge. But...sometimes, random people just attended. It didn't seem as though meetings would be Luke's kind of thing, but honestly...what did she know? They hadn't had a normal, friendly conversation (or relationship, really) for weeks.

Awkwardly frozen a little past the doorway, Tal walked as nonchalantly as possible to a vacant seat that was two away from her boyfriend, unsure what she was supposed to do. She didn't really contribute anything, but just listened.

"I'll go too. After all, we can't just send a Minor Cabin girl." The Aphrodite girl had spoken...Tal knew enough to know that she was volunteering for the quest. Squinting in the sunlight shafting through the windows, Tal watched Skye scribble on a small pad. And then...Luke spoke.

"I — I'll, um, go."

Tal's eyebrows shot up like a rocket bound for the moon, and she had to bite down on her tongue to keep from bursting forth with a million questions. But she managed to restrain herself, and so she kept silent.


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[Max Darke]

"I'll go too. After all, we can't just send a Minor Cabin girl."

Max stood up again. "Oh? Then what are you gonna do--threaten the monsters with lipstick?" She sneered. That girl was an Aphrodite. What was an Aphrodite going to do? The last thing Max wanted to do was have to listen to some girl start complaining because she had mud on her face. Then someone else stood up, which made Max sigh and put her hands on her hips.

"I-I'll, um, go." The dark haired girl rolled her eyes. This person looked a bit better, but he was stuttering. He was going on a quest, not answering a question in class. "Say that once without stuttering, boy. I think you dropped something--was that your dignity?" She asked. Some people would say she was just being mean--the rest of them would think it, sense they where too terrified they would be getting punched if they said that to her face. To be honest, Max actually had respect for the people that said it to her face. This kid? No way. He was stuttering. If he was hesitating to sign up, then how would thrust the blade through the monsters heart when the time comes?

"Seriously, we need a team. People who don't care if their makeup gets smudged, and has the guts to actually come out and say it. If anyone can come up with a good reason why these people aren't weak morons, I'll stand down." It had a good intention. Even on her mind, death was a heavy load. Especially going on this quest and knowing that it could have been her fault... Max bit the inside of her cheek to stop from shivering at the thought.

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Notes: Can't wait for le questie~
Credit: Stand in the Rain by Superchick for the song, and me (Aries) for making le template!

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[Camille Devraux]

Camille had struck a nerve, and she smiled. The way the minor cabin girl spoke towards her... as well as the other boy who had offered himself as a tribute... showed that she wouldn't do well on a team, despite the fact she spoke for it. "Well, I don't think Miss-sits-alone-in-a-corner would think anyone was worthy of a team. She must be too good for us Aphrodite kids. You talk the talk, Sweetie, but can you really work with anyone other than yourself?"

Camille shook her head. "As for smudged make-up, I rarely wear the junk. Who needs it when you're as gorgeous as I am? Not to sound conceited or anything, but I think you wear more eyeliner than I do." The little twit didn't seem to sure about going anyway. After all, she had said that she wasn't going to pout over it, so what was her drive for success?

"So. Let's stop and think for a second. Big-mouthed, minor cabin twit who has trust issues? Or the Ares boy who can fight and the Aphrodite girl who has a way with people... mortals included... F.Y.I. I mean, seriously?" Camille twirled a strand on her finger and stared at the girl. "You think you're intimidating, don't you?"

[Skye Jade Remmington]

It had been okay a second or two ago, but seemingly Skye had blinked and then mayhem had ensued as quickly and easily as a small bug jumping from one spot to another. One second it was just there, and the next, six inches away as though it was the most normal thing in the world for such a small being to jump so far.

Yes, it was like that right now; as soon as the quiet Ares boy whom Skye didn't know too well said he would, um, go, it seemed as though all hell decided to break loose. Her wide grey eyes darting around, Skye could make out that Chiron and Ossac Edyn, the reluctant leader of the quest, were in the middle of a whispered argument. "...someone who deserves that honor," Skye heard before Ossac faced forward again, a sour and defeated look on his face. He tugged off his hat as though it were poisonous; a rapt kind of attention invaded his eyes. It was slightly creepy how quickly that happened.

The next few minutes were a blur. Bailey's older sister walked in, and then...

Max. Leave it to her to try and spark drama. It just happened naturally around her, as though she were a drama magnet. Skye knew her — well, of her personality — well enough to know that Max didn't give a crap about what other people thought of her...well, good for her, because most didn't think very highly of her.

"I think you just dropped something — was that your dignity?" Max simpered in a tone of voice dripping with sarcasm. She continued speaking — ranting, more like — but Skye didn't register the words. She raised her eyebrows precariously at Mia before saying a bit too loudly, and not too ladylike, "Holy crap, would you shut up?"

Oh, and then of course the Aphrodite girl needed to get involved? It was as though no one had heard her. Wincing at each word the girls shot at each other, Skye scanned the rest of the table. "Catfight!" someone smirked.

OOC: Sorry about the abrupt ending.

[Lucan Lucchesi]

Luke had sort of expected Tal to be at the meeting, she was a cabin leader after all, but he hadn't prepared himself for it emotionally. When he'd entered the room his thoughts were focused upon getting on the quest and with her entrance it clouded his thoughts and brought him back to several of their awkward conversations. That was one of the reasons why he had stuttered. The worst thing was that once he'd offered himself as a candidate it seemed like everyone was looking at him. Other potential candidates gave him daggers and those that knew him quite well seemed to examine him in slight confusion, like they wouldn't expect him to want to go on a quest.

Perhaps it was even worse that everyone knew he was shy and he never usually spoke out of turn. He was pretty much only really confident when he was talking to Tal because he knew her like the back of his hand - well he thought he had up till lately.

"Say that once without stuttering, boy. I think you dropped something--was that your dignity?"

A mixture of embarrassment and anger overwhelmed Luke. He felt his skin glow and he balled his hands into fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. He didn't want to make a fool of himself any more than he had but he felt that she had cheek saying that. After all she was from the minor cabins, that's all he knew about her anyway, and she probably had some crappy ability like being able to color in without going over the lines. Luke had trained for years since he had arrived at camp just to be told by some random girl that he wasn't appropriate for the quest.

Yeah right.

He was pretty damn sure that he could beat her in a fight, hands down. The only one who could best him was Seri and that was because she was one of the strongest - if not the strongest - in camp. Yeah, she wanted to know what he could do? He channeled his anger as best as he could and he attempted to pour it into the female. Ha ha, he would have the last laugh if his ability was working. Luke felt his anger relieving anyway, whether he'd been able to inspire anger into the girl was another matter.

Luke nodded in agreement with Camille, "Y - Yeah, what can you do then?" He wasn't arguing as such, he was just defending himself and trying to show that this girl was a hypocrite.

"Holy crap, would you shut up?"

As soon as that was said Luke slouched back in his chair and stayed quiet again. He'd put his point across and he didn't want to speak out of turn, it was just causing mayhem. Luke's eyes crossed with Tal's and he smiled weakly before returning his gaze to the other campers. Gods, this meeting was frustrating.

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[Seri Winchester]

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Seri was in a foul mood. Sickness clung to the air like a tangible menace, making the tattooed girl even more edgy than usual. She had almost thought a few days ago she had been coming on with something, but it had only been a stomach ache. Which you could imagine was a great relief to the Ares child. Nevertheless, It hadn't been a bright spot in her day, but how was she honestly suppose to know what being sick felt like? She didn't get sick, it was near impossible. She had to much damn stuff to do.

To add to her already horrible mood, the Ares Cabin Leader was late. Actually, very late. Not that she honestly minded, but she was kinda curious about the whole sickness ordeal. Seri had been there to witness the little event with the oracle, and knew that the meeting, the one she was late for, had to do with a quest. A quest that she could probably take part of, if Ares didn't have other plans for her. He always seemed to send her out on a personal quest whenever he saw fit, the damnable god. He was so lucky she enjoyed keeping her sword sharp.

Seri walked slowly towards the big house, her thoughts still musing about the whole issue, while taking her sweet time since there wasn't any longer a point in rushing. She had probably missed most of it by now anyway.

The sickness was a very interesting thing, and on most occasions Seri wouldn't care in the least, felt very disturbed by the strike of people affected. The arena had been practically empty thanks to whatever the heck was going around, and it had become increasingly unsettling, even to her. She enjoyed the peace immensely of course, but she also favored normalcy when it was possible, especially when she was surrounded by monsters wanting to kill her and people trying to pick fights. She found herself longing for her cabin mates back and the incessant bickering.

Pushing the door open, Seri strolled right in, immediately taking in the fighting with dangerously narrowed eyes. What. The. Hell?

The Ares Cabin Leader suppressed a irritated sigh, already getting a headache. If she had known this was going to happen, she would have just went to train more. She already had her sword on her anyway. She glanced down at it with tempted eyes. No, no. Mr. D was right there, she couldn't...

"Say that once without stuttering, boy. I think you dropped something--was that your dignity?" A girl said dangerously to Luke, making Seri glance up from her sword with a 'hold the hell up' look. Did that girl honestly just say that right in front of her, the Ares Cabin Leader? That girl had to be out of her little mind.

She chuckled loudly for all to hear, raising her index finger up in a "hold on a minute" gesture."What did you just say to him?" She phrased each and every word with a threatening promise, her hand slowly resting casually on her blade hilt, knowing that any affirmative words towards what she had heard towards Luke would most likely result in a fight, one she had no doubt she would win. It was the dignity of her cabin on the line after all and she wouldn't let this child of some minor god try to think she could get away with saying such things. She would cut out her tongue and feed it to Zeus on a silver patter for her slander.

A slow dangerous grin formed on her features as she took a step towards the girl ready to knock some sense into her, but paused and glanced at Camille as she bit back in retaliation to the girl who attacked her brother.

Now, Seri had never been one for words, actions always spoke louder in her opinion, but even she had to admit the Aphrodite girl sure did win in that battle. In fact it satisfied her enough to slowly remove her hand from the hilt of her sword, letting the Aphrodite girl teach the girl her place.

However, whatever satisfaction and slight amusement she had felt in that moment completely disappeared when Luke tried to defend himself.

"Y - Yeah, what can you do then?" The cabin leader let out a short sigh, wishing he had just got up and demanded a duel or something for his honor, but knew she only thought that because of her bad mood. Whenever she had a bad day it always ended up with her killing something, usually monsters at the wee hours of night.

Giving the minor god one more look, Seri moved towards Luke, standing next to where he sat, deciding to forget about Max. He had gone awfully quiet as soon as some girl had yelled for everyone to shut up. She wondered if Max's words had hurt him somehow, and the thought made Seri's blood boil. No one messed with her kin, nobody. That girl would pay, maybe not now, but she would. Unless Winchester forgot about it or something.

Bending down slightly she gave Luke a slightly long look, noticing him glance at Tal and give her a smile. She cleared her throat slightly, and slapped him softly in the shoulder to get his attention. The Cabin Leader honestly didn't know what to say to him, but knew she had to say something, right? The question brought her to a loss. She just was never very good at making people feel better, but she had to try, maybe. Gods.

"Hey," She growled in a low whisper, glancing around with narrowed eyes to make sure no one saw her trying to cheer him up. "Don't listen to that naive girl, she doesn't know what she's talking about." Seri said slightly awkwardly before standing back up straight with her muscular tattooed arms crossed over her chest. "Now that the awkward cheer up is over, what's going on? Is there going to be a quest or not?"

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[Talia Winchell]

Honestly, Tal wasn't really listening as Max made her arguments against the child of Aphrodite. What an attention wh*re. Tal herself knew Camille to be a pretty competent fighter, despite being an Aphrodite — though she was beautiful, she definitely didn't fit the ditzy blonde stereotype like some of the others (namely, Ashley Coy). But when Max had a go at her boyfriend, Tal paid rapt attention. She'd known Max to be cocky, but a girl like Max thinking that she was on the level of a seventeen-year-old Ares boy? Either Max had secret skills that nobody knew about, Luke had suddenly become really bad, or Max was just being her usual arrogant self. Tal was pretty sure everybody in the room knew that; you had to be living under a rock not to know what Max was like. "Max," she groaned as Luke blushed and gave the child of Nike daggers. "Shut up."

Yes, she and Max had never really been on good terms. At first, it had been about Tal's half-brother Bailey. Tal had long suspected Max had a crush on Bailey, which Tal really just could not understand for the life of her. And then...well, bottom line: she and Max had never clicked. "Y — Yeah, what can you do then?" Luke stuttered after Camille came up with a retort. It was clear that he wasn't too fond of Max either...and Tal couldn't blame him. Sneaking a glance at his profile from where she was sitting, Tal was overcome with conflicted thoughts. She didn't know what to think of him anymore.

"Holy crap, would you shut up?" That was Skye, the annoying girl that Tal only knew as Bailey's actual girlfriend. She knew that Skye and Max had some issues with each other as well — presumably about Bailey — but Tal wasn't really fond of either. She snuck another glance at Luke, and realized that he was already looking at her. Oops. But he was smiling, so she hoped this meant she wasn't doing anything too wrong.

Shutting her eyes to block out the bedlam that was unfolding, Tal didn't realize that Seri was in the room until she heard her hissing in Luke's ear. Seri was Tal's twin's friend, but anything but Tal's, honestly. Gods, were there any decent people here?


ooc; so apparently tal hates a lot of people.
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[McKenna Kallon Valerian]

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Well they cast me out when the word spread around That I never sang in the church. And it took one night for the town to decide I'm afflicted by the curse. And the rain falls down, let it fall to the ground. And the birds don't sing, no they don't make a sound. So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why, Do they all get to live, and I have to die? So they marched me down to the center of town, With their pitchforks high in the air. I was chained and bound with a blindfold around So the judge wouldn't catch my stare. And they hung my soul from the gallows pole But the witch they never found. So to those who don't fit society's mold, the dead can't testify. And because I can't take an eye for an eye, In the afterlife I'll haunt you bastards 'till you die!

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This was turning into the single most irritating thing that had happened to her in a while. McKenna was sitting a few seats away from Max, and naturally had raised an eyebrow when the girl had started talking. They weren't exactly the best of friends, but she wasn't about to sit there and let some snerk of an Aphrodite girl sit there and bash her whole cabin for no reason other than an arrogant attitude. She did, however, have faith that Max would be able to sort it out on her own... Or that someone else would speak up. Naturally, someone did - just not in the way that she expected. This was going nowhere fast, and she found herself scowling at the whole idea of this.

Once there was a moment of silence, punctuated by angry looks and what was probably a mental slew of curses, she spoke up. "I volunteer as well. By the way, ladies and gentlemen, bickering like harpies isn't doing anything for us. You guys seem to be forgetting the reason we're here. Being offensive and starting fights is going to get those sick kids nowhere."[/b]

She wasn't about to stick the fate of some of the people she cared about into the hands of a snoot of an Aphrodite that thought she was better than everyone else. She didn't know what it was about that girl, maybe just the way she'd insulted Max (and their whole cabin by extension) but she honestly couldn't have cared any less about the girl at all in that particular moment. She sat up a bit straighter in her chair, eyeing the other people in the room. The Ares boy wouldn't be bad on a quest. Nor the Ares girl. Everyone that had spoken up had things that they could contribute, it was true. Honestly, in comparison to some of them, she didn't have much. She had her immunity thing, a working knowledge of the Underworld, a decent amount of battle skills. Compared to the others, that was just about nothing.

When she'd heard this meeting was happening, she'd been getting ready to head into the cabin for the day - hence her throwing on a cardigan over her tank top and just throwing on a pair of sandals. She was quite the mix-matched arrangement at that moment, but honestly, she didn't give a damn. She just wanted her name in the pot so that maybe she could try to help those kids. She stretched her leg out underneath the seat in front of her, glancing around again as others started speaking. Yes, irritating indeed.
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