halfbloodhill | IM/Action

[One very exhausted centaur starts the IM up this morning at around eight. The wolves are gone and Allison's hunters are all taken care of as well.

He's getting too old for this]

Thank you, campers, for your defense of the camp last night--and thank you Gale Hawthorne, for trapping one of the wolves and Hephaistion Amyntoros, for activating the shabti sent to us by Pharaoh Kane. Sadie Kane and Natalie Goodman also deserve our thanks as they captured one of the mortal invaders. Mr. D and I will question the captured werewolf and decide what to do with him later. I would also like to remind the camp that no matter what, all of you are safe here until you are proven to be a threat. Should I find anyone attacking another camper because of who or what they are, I will not be happy. As for Miss Argent, she has been allowed by the gods to stay in camp despite her behavior as she has no where else to go. This means she, too, is covered by that rule.

[This is mostly said for Scott and Derek's benefit.

He sighs]

Unfortunately, while we were otherwise distracted with the werewolves and Miss Argent's allies, the Red Room managed to infiltrate our borders. Demeter's counselor Jean Prouvaire informed me that he saw former legion member Zane Jolton coming out of the Athena cabin. One the harpies also saw someone driving off in Dean Winchester's Impala. We are doing a sweep of the camp to determine what they were after and I am ordering everyone to stay in the camp until we can get a retrieval quest together.

[End the feed. He may or may not respond to people as he's busy with the werewolf and the hunter. Later, the harpies will find these items missing]

There's a sign. The sign is actually posted on all of the cabin doors as well. As much as it felt inappropriate, it had to be done.

The following campers have broken the rules and have been punished appropriately.

Anna Arendelle. For disobeying her counselor's orders to stay inside and recklessly endangering herself, she has been assigned weeding duty in the strawberry fields for a week, no powers.

Lydia Martin and Gale Hawthorne. For leaving the camp unchaperoned, they have been assigned to the stables for a week and will have a daily check in with a counselor/Praetor for three.

Callie Jacob. For repeated and long term antagonistic behavior, a refusal to cooperate with those who approached her with concerns, and for abandoning her chaperone in the trip to New York over Christmas, she has been removed from her position in the Third Cohort and is back on proabtio. Miss Jacob has been made aware of the requirements to restore her position as have her Praetors.

Allison Argent. For betraying the trust of the gods and the camp and bringing in mortals who injured several campers, the Artemis cabin no longer welcomes Miss Argent as a camper. As she cannot leave the camp, Miss Argent has been moved.

It's signed "Chiron". No one will be told where Allison has moved to unless she tells them, and it's not likely anyone will know what Callie's requirements are either.

[[Callie's requirements to return to Legionnaire status are: two people must vouch for her behavior this time, and one must be a counselor/Centurion/other person in a position of power. One of those people also must be from another pantheon as her behavior affected all of the pantheons present here.]]

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Well, I wasn't there last time. I'll come after you.

[Yeah, now that he's got her hand, he's definitely not letting go.]

I don't know, mermaid, but we'll find her. We have to.

No. You can't follow there.

[She pulls at her hair again, her bare wrist and the scars there visible.]

Need her. All I have left of them.

We'll get her back. I promise. [--That might be a nuzzle. A very careful one, to be sure, but it exists.]

No. No promises you can't keep.

[Annie nuzzles him back, holding him tightly.]

Took my porpoise. Renny. She never hurt them.

Have to get her back.

We will. [He strokes her hair, for a moment.]

I'll go to the Big House as soon as I can and tell Chiron.

No, no. No, Finnick, they'll laugh.

[She was sixteen, far too old to have a stuffed animal that held such importance to her. She was a Centurion, who'd just done very good work in the previous attack, and Chiron was too busy taking care of the fall-out, she was sure. Renny was gone.]

They won't. Chiron won't, I wouldn't tell anyone else.

Shouldn't have told you.

Stupid. Stupid stupid, stupid! [She brings the heel of her palm down on to her head, hitting herself.]

Nope. You're not. [We can't be having with that, Annie. In fact he's taking that hand, carefully.]

Okay. We'll figure something out. Just trust me, huh?

I trust you. [She whispers, looking up at him again.]

Can't let them take everything from me.

Good. [And he gives her a small smile, nuzzling close again.]

I won't let them, either.

[Annie falls silent for a few minutes, letting the rest of her tears fall as she clings to Finnick. Eventually, slowly, the tears stop, and the world comes back to her.]

I'm sorry.

Hey. You have nothing to apologize for, mermaid. [She may have stopped crying, but he's still not gonna let her go. This is pretty comfortable, for one.]

[She doesn't want him to let her go, either.]

I hate when I get like that... when I regress. That's not how a Centurion should act.

It's okay. [There's another small nuzzle, a bit more tentative now.]

It's been a rough night for everyone, it's understandable.

...And... and you? You're okay? [She looks up at him, pouting.]

You didn't get hurt? I wanted to find you, but I had to command my cohort.

I was really worried about you, Finnick.

Not badly. I'll be fine in a couple days. Don't worry too much, huh?

I'll try not to. I know we haven't spoken much since, ah, y'know. [the mistletoe.] but I worry.

Yeah, well. I -- felt like I might have ...scared you away? I didn't, did I?

N-n-no, [she stutters out.] You didn't. I thought I scared you away.

[There's a bit of a smug grin.] You didn't. Trust me.

Coming from someone who just took on werewolves... I guess I should be flattered.

Maybe you should. [--Sorry, he's just being a smug jerk. Hopefully it's somewhat endearing, at least?]

Shush. Don't be a jerk. Just... hold me? [She likes it better that way. His arms around her, his breath on her neck.]

I -- uh, okay. [He can definitely do that, and he's scooting close to wrap his arms around her again.]

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