Greek Mythology Roleplay

Columbina
"Good, I need to talk to Ariel again, anyways." Ollie sighed, straying a little as she followed Ethel but not pausing in her trek to the medical tent, even when she thought she heard her name, but there it was again that was definitely someone calling het name and she had taken a few steps and turned only to run into the blond from earlier, snickering as the force of colliding wobbled them both, leading Ollie to grab Daniel to stop the both of them from falling over. "Hey!" She beamed, entire mood seeming to improve. "Hey, you." He grinned back. "You left this is our cabin a few weeks ago, but I remember you telling me that you'd broken it, so I asked one of the Hephaestus kids to fix it for you. A good luck present for your first quest here, y'know?" Ollie looked confused until Daniel pulled what looked like a worn leather belt sheath from his pocket and handed it to her, and she brightened instantly, practically bouncing on the spot. "Really?" She gasped, throwing her arms around eagerly around Daniel's neck and squeezing him tightly - had he really remembered how upset she was about breaking it? - "Ohmygodthankyou!" She managed through her excitement, making the son of Apollo laugh. She pulled back a little, cocking an eyebrow "I'm so gonna one up you when I get back." "It's a date, then." He retaliated, and she poked her tongue childishly out at him. "We're looking for Denver, have you seen him? I need to check back into the medical tent, anyways, so I was hoping he'd be there." Daniel admitted that no, he had not seen Denver, but before they could continue their conversation one of his siblings had called, and he waved his goodbye, leaving Ollie grinning with her first ever weapon fixed.

Denver
Okay, I've packed that tent with emergency medical supplies, the other one with basic supplies, and the other other one has my stuff in it. Denver stuck the three squares that would soon be tents in separate plastic baggies, labeled them, and put them in a special pocket in his backpack, which had even more stuff in it.

Kahlen 
Kahlen nodded. Although Auberon's words didn't exactly stop her from worrying, they helped. "I know I'm overthinking everything, but..." Kahlen trailed off, shrugging like it wasn't a problem.

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Auberon
"You're fine. It's okay to worry." Auberon studied the checker board. He had been planning on not saying his thing if she didn't ask after she was done, but he felt like that would just be rude. "My thing - I didn't take my meds today. That's why I'm acting a little weird." 

Kahlen 
Mental note- don't let that happen again. Calling every four hours in the future? Doable, I don't sleep anyway. Sounds good. Kahlen considered this. Explains a lot. 

Auberon
He looked up, frankly surprised she wasn't trying to force him to take them. Usually when people found out, they tried to force the pills down his throat. "Your move."

Kahlen 
Kahlen made her move, knowing it probably wasn't a good one, but it was her only option at this point.

Auberon
He grinned, jumping three of her pieces at one time.

Ethel
 Ethel had kept walking, not bothering to stop or even pause. She vaguely heard the two bring up a date in their discussion, but she forced herself to not listen. Get revenge on Eudora, then go back home and suffer through infinitely more too-long summers and sore throats from yelling so loud nearly every day or night, sometimes both. Ollie is not involved in that; has no place in that.

Columbina
Ollie hurried after Ethel, grin seemingly permanent - for the time being at least - and previous bad mood all but forgotten. She clipped the sheath to the side of her belt, shoving her hands deep into the pockets of Beau's hoodie as she quietened her grin for Ethel's sake, cocking ger head curiously at the girl beside her. "When's your birthday?"

Ethel
 "April thirteenth. Why?," Ethel returned, glancing over at the girl for a brief moment before returning her eyes to he medical tent not far in front of them.

Columbina
"Hm, an Aries. Interesting." Ollie considered this, fingering absently at the loud tattoo (albeit covered by her shirt sleeve) gracing her arm, remembering briefly how she had been surprised at how little it had hurt. She had been assured that there was no magic or otherwise involved, and that she must have just had a high pain tolerance. Physically, yeah. Emotionally I feel like I've been thrown in the tumble drier.

Kahlen 
"Knew that wasn't a good one," Kahlen murmured as she moved another piece.

Auberon
He nudged a piece from the start position and leaned back on his hands. This had been a good idea for something to fill the last hour before he had to go.

Beau
He was drinking a glass of ice water when they all hit him at once. Mildred was in another room. Beau groped for the counter edge and gripped it tightly, staring at the marbled surface blankly. The susurrations in his head were all disconnected words, different voices. None made sense. None went together. The soft, antagonizing whispers were broken when one voice shouted angrily, and Beau winced. Suddenly all the voices were loud ones, all the words spoken in a shout. Angry words, terrified screams, excited squeals... "Beau!" His name was spoken with wrath, with desperation, with excitement, breaking into the mess of nonsense periodically. It was the only word that made sense by itself. He could guess the context by the tone of voice. The rest... meaningless. A soft whimper floated into his ears and a wet nose nudged his arm. Beau blinked and turned his pale face toward Rhyme, who gave a worried thump of her tail. Beau downed the rest of the water and shook his head as if he could dislodge the voices. Memories? He wasn't sure. They didn't stop, and suddenly Mildred was there, frowning with concern at him. "Are you okay?" He nodded, paused. "Headache." She nodded and went to the refrigerator, opening it and pouring a small glass of a milk. She added half a drop of a creamy liquid to the cold beverage. "This will help. Recipe has been passed down for generations." Beau nodded and accepted the glass. Rhyme barked sharply as he raised it toward his mouth and Beau winced as the voices increased in volume to compete. Quickly he drank it. Coldness swept across his mind and took the voices with it. He gave a relieved sigh and mumbled a thanks to Mildred.

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Kahlen 
Kahlen tugged absentmindedly on one of her braids before moving the last of her two remaining pieces.

Ethel
 "Yep," she replied bluntly, stepping into the tent and gesturing, rather rudely, for Ollie to follow her in.