MAH BOY! (Mage)

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Several loud bangs and crashes could be heard from Janus cabin. Almost all the Janus campers were standing awkardly around the entrance, not daring to go in. The last person who tried now had a large gash in their arm and was in the infirmary. Inside, Vivian had tears pouring down her face, staining her shirt. She was throwing everything she could get her hands on into a suit case. One left sock - in it went, a handful of marshmallows - in they go, a paper airplane - in it went. Logical thinking went out the door with her brothers and sisters.

[Rain]

Ooc::
I do believe, Falke's her only current sibling at the moment. xP
Eh, well...
Because Silk hasn't been on recently, and I've had nothing todo with my darling Falke, if you don't mind of course, I'll just half him in the beginning of the the RP.
I'll just have him well outside w/ a fresh gash on his good left arm (as he's already injured on his right side, and still healing from that empousa attack); all disoriented and confused at why he was so unruly shoved out the door this morning.
Is that alright with the both of you or no?

-x-

A faint moaning was heard from the far corner of the Janus cabin, a faint rustling insewed as if something, or someone was struggling to free themselves from the overwhelming projectale mess scattered around whoever it was.

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[⋆ The Mage of Frost]

<it's fine ^^>

Walking towards the door of the Janus cabin with a bag over her shoulder, Andrastea leaned against the wall, waiting for her friend to be ready. It had been a while since she was last out of camp, and she was slightly hesitant to go back. Last time she had saved someone though. Kevin, son of Nemisis.

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{No problem. Actually, do you want to join on the quest? If that's alright with you Mage.}

Vivian's suitcase was now full of completly useless items. She angrly flipped the suitcase over, dumping it's contents all over the floor. She kicked the pile of junk as hard as she could, but felt something hard. She rooted through the lump until she pulled out a very heavy purse. "Its a handbag!" She muttered angrly, opening it to see what was inside. "With a brick in it!" She chucked the purse at the wall, resulting in a super sonic 'bang'.

[⋆ The Mage of Frost]

<fine with me ^^>

Andrastea jumped, the loud noise slightly echoing in her ears. "Hey! Vivvie! Are you okay?!" she poked her head slightly in the room. "What the...? What's wrong?"

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Vivian whipped around to see Andrastea's head poke in. They stared at each other for about 20 seconds, until Vivian spoke. "Ma mère..." She mumbled in French for no reason. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed on the floor

[Rain]

Ooc::
Ahh... A quest?
I thought they were just sneaking out to grab books.
Or are you using the quest you bought from Silk ages ago?
I think? Er...
-confuzzled-
Don't mind me, I'll just go along w/ the flow and whatever you say.
Though I'm changing where Falke is located in my post.

-x-

"Stay back from her..." Came the rough, gurgling growl from the far corner of the Janus cabin. A pained snarl escaped from the same ragged toned maw, as a youthful yet older than most demigod male hauled himself from the shadows, as light from early morning sun touched him from the opened door Andrastea he looked a good deal beaten up. With the bandages that had been covering up his wounds from the recent empousa attack hanging loosely and uselessly around his waist, showing many thick white scar lines w/ a few actual large scabs hanging by a thread that had been torn from the wounds they'd been trying to fix were now bleeding slowly but surely; multiple, recent bruises covered his arms from things being thrown and hitting him, a rather nasty bump on his left temple, and a deep dagger slice upon his left fore arm; he was not having a very good day, not at all.

Using the beds to pick himself up slightly, he clambered closer to his half-sibling using his quivering nose to guide himself around; he placed his hand on her forehead, maw twitching into a thin grimace as he felt the floor with his free hand grabbing the closest thing to them, which seemed to be what the girls called a panty hose or well, something of that sort, but it was as suitable material as he was going to get for tying up her hands behind her back. Cruel? Heck no! She'd attacked him for no reason this morning, and he wasn't going to let her to that again. After her hands were tied up, and he'd propped her sitting up against the end of a bed; began promptly kicking all the junk away from her, sure her hands were tied so she couldn't throw anything but her legs were still free and see could possible lash out and kick, which wouldn't be very pleasant either, but hey he did the best he could do at that moment in time. And as well he fetched the dagger out of her pocket, still slightly wet but mainly gooey w/ his blxxd on it when she'd attacked him earlier that morn'.

Finally able to let himself catch breath, his tounge rolled out of his maw in pant; he sat down with a pained gasp atop one of the empty beds, far far away from his half-sibling that had recently gone utterly nuts. Tilting his head in the vauge direction of the door, where a warm breeze tickled through, plus the smell of the girl as well alerting where she was, fishy or watery, some child of Posedion he'd reckon. "You can come in now... But like I mentioned early don't go near her, she went recently mad this morning for some reason and I don't intend for myself or anyone else to get hurt my various thrown projectiles."

[⋆ The Mage of Frost]

Andrastea cautiously crept in. "H-How did this?... Happen?..." She gently slid across the floor, kneeling besides the blind boy. She examined his wounds, a great deal of damage her friend had done to him. "Are you okay?..."

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Vivian cringed as the sunlight poured through her cracked eyelids. "Woah. What happened?" She asked, oblivious to the other two demi-gods in the room. She moved to stand up, then realized that her hands were bound behind her back. "What the..." She twisted, trying to look at the ropes that bound her. "Are those... Are those pantyhose?" She looked around the room and finally noticed the other two teens, who were staring at her.

"What..." She cut off as all her memories came racing back to her brain. The dream, the voice, the face. She started madly thrashing, trying to snap the pantyhose. "Let me go! She screamed, looking around for some thing to cut the ropes with. Everything had been moved away from her and her throwing knife was still on her bed, far from her reach. "UNTIE ME!

[⋆ The Mage of Frost]

"Vivi!" exclaimed Andrastea. "Why are you acting like this?! We don't want you to hurt us, or yourself for that matter, so no, we cannot untie you!"

[Rain]

"Eh... A nightmare or something of that short." He paused, wincing, as every demigod had that problem, usually no good night sleep for anyone around here, always complicated stuff that made brains hurt. "I tried to wake her up from it, instead got clubbed over the head multiple times with various things, half-buried in the corner over there, plus for some reason she keeps her dagger with her when she goes to bed...." Falke rambled on, not to all focused on what he was saying completely, his brain was all fuzzy. As she spoke her next question, asking if he was all right, his maw widened as if he was going to answer but fell into a thin frown, looking fairly hard to remember what the heck he was doing. Before digging into his pocket, revealing a slightly mushed ambrosia square, of which he began eating immediately; the god food spread that warm buttery popcorn goodness through-out his system, he could even feel some bruises, mainly the big one on his head, start to fade and retreat, even some just disappeared all together. He let off a sigh of relief, feeling a good deal better than what he'd been feeling a moment before.

But, just then, his half sister woke up after her minor little coma experience, beginning to thrash about and scream out. His misty blue, ghostly lights glared down at Vivian from his perch on the bed, well out of the way of her coming to get him again but still, he couldn't help but be a bit wary. Falke let Andrastea do the talking, being mute; getting up to hobble in the direction of the cabins door, shutting it to cease Vivian's waking up of the entire camp and ceasing giving her an easy escape route if she did happen to continue along that manic path.

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Vivian rocked back and forth, trying to get her hands free. "I left her!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face. "I just left her!" She twisted her wrists and the bonds started to loosen ever so slighty. "Im going to ask you once more time -LET ME GO!"

[⋆ The Mage of Frost]

"Vivian! Calm down!" her friend yelped. She was unaware of Vivian's bond loosening, only aware of how much distress she was in. Andrastea locked her helpless eyes with Falke's.

[Rain]

Falke was silent, for quite a time. And yes he was still listening too Vivian and Andrastea, but he had nothing too say - plus it was a proven fact the more quiet/calm you are the more your brain can work more (aka he was thinking, very deeply). So, being quiet and just thinking, he ignored Andrastea's pleading eyes focusing on them and Vivian's cries of leaving some one behind; he set about too taking care of himself. Sure, the Ambrosia square had helped quite a bit, but there was still other thinks left too take care of. Moving across the room, rummaging in the wardrobes beside his bed: pulling out fresh bandages, removing the old sagging ones and slapping on some silvery paste stuff (some remedy of the Apollo kids) on the still faintly opened wounds across his right side, tying on the new bandages and making sure they where tight; pulling a old ratty, dark navy blue (with light pin-stripes) in color, dress shirt over his head, in turn shoving the sleeves up too his elbows, looking normal now with a shirt/pants (not the half mummy person he had been just moments earlier); grabbing a bottle of nectar, taking a swig of it for himself and splashing some across that gash on his arm (it sizzling in reply, and closing up neat as you please); ruffling a hand through his everywhere brown locks, muttering in another tongue under breath, mouth set into a thin line (reflecting his thoughts, trying to figure this all out).

"Oh!" He finally spoke up, after that time - a' light with sudden knowledge that had come too him. Turning on his heels, making his way back too crouch down before his sibling, uneasily regarding her struggle; no matter how much part of him wanted to let her go, there was the other that would keep her tied up till she gave him a straight answer (they were the closest thing to siblings after all, and you don't let you siblings do things alone - at least most of the time). "Vivian, is it your mother - what the dream was about? What happened?" He grunted, clearly concerned

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