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The camp was set up half in and half out of an abandoned Inn at the edge of the swampland. There is no sign of any of the Chosen, either living or dead, but it doesn't seem so long since this place was abandoned. There is still a pot swinging in the fireplace that served as their doorway from the Prytaneum; there are still personal belongings and backpacks piled up along the walls; in the flat behind the inn, bedrolls still sprawled. People were here, but their things were scattered by the wildlife that still rustles and chirps in the surrounding greenery. Even now, a fox is eating some abandoned rations; it spots them and darts into the woods.
As they stand outside the inn and try to figure out what happened, they can just spot a plume of smoke billowing happily up into the sky far into the distance, and smell the faintest hint of something delicious wafting in on the wind.
"We should check that out," Brynn says emphatically, pointing toward the signs of civilization in the distance. "Map says there's a city out there. Maybe someone there can tell us what happened to our people."
"...these tracks are strange," Olivia muses, crouched carefully down to study the shapes pressed into mud at the edge of the clearing. "I think it's worth investigating the woods, as well."
"This place is a mess," is Griffin's contribution, looking around at the scattered belongings and bits and pieces of leftover camp. "We should definitely clean it all up and see what we can find."
And so a plan is born: the group will split from one to three. Some of the group will head with Brynn into town; some will head with Olivia into the woods, to see what the wildlife holds; some will stay with Griffin and see if there's anything to be found in the abandoned belongings at the campsite.
Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 10:12 am
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The fire was no less alarming this third time outbound than it had been. It didn't help that this was another problem; Mal had a hard time imagining a scenario where better trained heroes would be happy being rescued by novices. Or a situation where novices could improve the survival chances of those who were better trained. He still stepped through the flames and got out of the way for the next person to come through--
And immediately began to loosen his tie. Louisiana. They might as well have walked into a damp oven. A damp, mucky oven. He didn't take his jacket off, though; Mal knew that doing that was an invitation for every bug in the area to start feasting. The smoke in the air caught his eye first; he watched it as it plumed upward, shading his eyes with one hand. He used a handkerchief to clean off his glasses, not that they needed it, as he watched Olivia crouch down by animal tracks, and Griffin look at the campsite.
He would be crap at animal tracks. Mal had never been a boy scout, any kind of boy scout. He wasn't planning on ever being a boy scout, thank you. So that ruled out Olivia, though he wasn't sorry to see her again. Maybe later he'd get a chance to say hello.
And Griff-- well, Mal had experience with evidence, crime scenes. They could treat the campsite like a crime scene, it'd probably be helpful...
Except that Mal didn't think he wanted to do that, not this time around. Getting out of the precinct, out of his career, might have been the best thing Zeus had done for him. Even if thinking about Zeus still made him shiver, it was worth it to stop dreaming about bodies, drugs, and the endless grinding paperwork.
He stepped off to the side toward Brynn's group. Mal had liked the way she'd held up in the Alps. And he felt like people. Or at least seeing if he could help find out what had happened from people. Or if that was a fire. Plus the smell wafting toward them from that area was much better than the smell of the bayou. That was not something they usually advertised about. Mal wasn't surprised the locals didn't advertise the stench.
He used his handkerchief to wipe his face and muttered to himself. "But the worst thing is, if you so much as set a foot in the Bog of Eternal Stench, you'll smell bad for the rest of your life."
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 1:25 pm
It was a good thing he had put in his notice at the station. Granted at this point he might just end up fired, depending upon how long this little escapade went.
Brian would have been lying if he'd said he wasn't a little bit nervous when all of the Chosen were called together again. He had been working his last couple of weeks and was entirely unaware that any Chosen at all had been sent out in the first place. That was what came with being a newbie, he supposed. While they all gathered together, his eyes searched the crowd. There were dozens of familiar faces and some friends among them. It was always a bit nerve-wracking to head toward potential combat with your buddies, but it was better friends than enemies. As for the hearth, he had used it three or four times now and had no problem trusting the odd-colored flame to herald him where ever it was they were meant to go. He had never been to Louisiana, however, and he hardly thought that this was going to be the tourist-attraction trip he and his family might have taken. All he knew was that it was hot, so he pulled off his jacked and tossed it to the side. If it wasn't there when they got back, so be it.
On the other side of the flame, there was a camp. A horrifying camp. Had he been less experienced, he might have felt chills at its abandonment. The traces of humanity had remained in just the right amounts to make this place creepy. The pot swinging on the stove, the abandoned supplies, the left-over rations being picked-over by the bolder genus of wildlife. It was downright unsettling.
As each of their leaders suggested a route to take, Brian listened closely. He desperately hoped that Brynn was right and something was to be found in the town exuding those delicious smells. If they were lucky, they may even find their missing Chosen, wounded but alive. Of course that didn't seem very likely either. Experienced Chosen didn't get too drunk or forgetful to call back. The town seemed safest, and he hoped that those of which he was especially fond were headed that way. Of course, there was always the chance that the town was mostly abandoned as well.
As for the forest, it might have been Brian's best choice. He wanted to put himself into the danger so others might not have to, but that was silly. Everyone was in danger all the time. The higher-ups had warned them of that, hadn't they? At least there would be less of a chance of ambush among the trees.
In the end, Brian decided to remain behind with Griffin's group, partially because the weapons-master had been the one to recruit him in the first place. They weren't liable to find the Chosen, but they might stumble upon some more grisly evidence. There was no way to know who was going to encounter what, but hopefully they would be able to come back together as all one force later. He kept his bow by his side as he watched the others go. Uncertainty hung in the air. 545 words
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 3:52 pm
Again. Rose was more than a little displeased that something else had already cropped up -- not that she actually thought the wills and wiles of the Gods would wait on her, but she had really wanted to go home and soak in a hot bath for at least a year after the Alps. Preferably in the company of a select two, but that was probably more the root of her displeasure at being summoned more than anything. She trusted they'd meet up again, but the distance of not knowing competed with the presence of gnawing uncertainty; interpersonal relationships were so much easier when everyone was at arm's length. Then again, nothing worth doing was ever easy.
The only upside to the situation was it was in Louisiana, and that wasn't nearly as outlandish as the Alps. She'd actually been there before, performed a few times too, which made it both familiar and a little more personal. Anything that had the audacity to harass the homeland of beignets and gumbo certainly had the right to have an arrow with its name on it. She could almost still hear the screech of the metal birds in the distant memory of nightmares, and quite frankly, she could not begin to fathom what they would face here. Overgrown crawfish? Walking voodoo dolls? Gaters who liked human in their stew? None of it seemed all that far-fetched anymore.
She was dressed more comfortably for the bayou lands, and even on the edge of summer, there was a sweet sort of taste in the air that brought a faint smile to her lips, even with the gravity of the situation. Rose listened while the three figureheads spoke, but took the time to look around herself, measure the weight of necessity and her own capabilities. Sometimes, there was a difference in doing what one believed was best and doing what one was best capable of, and she was no stranger to the notion. They all brought up excellent points and plans of motion, but she knew that she was no tracker, and the idea of masking the situation with pleasantries felt a touch beyond her capabilities. Rose was not a woman that took well to not having an answer at hand.
With a soft sigh, she turned her smile to Griffin, the only one of influence in the Prytaneum that she'd really ever spoken to -- and in passing, really. That aside, she found his decision to be the most agreeable - clean, scavenge, salvage. It was a good place to start.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 4:01 pm
It was warmer, at least, when they stepped free of the fire into what had been very recently been an occupied and busy base camp. Warmer, more humid, and filled with bugs. A mosquito landed on th side of Ed's neck, small feet tickling at pale skin, and he slapped at it, cursing under his breath as he stepped clear to make way for the rest of the chosen that still needed to make their way through.
He'd actually thought there might be a bit more of a pause between things going wrong, long enough for him to actually fit in a trip home(Should have done it when he had a chance), but apparently not. He wondered if this was the sort of pattern for events they could come to expect from this new life. Heros, that's what they were supposed to be. That tile didn't come without strings attached, clearly. It wouldn't be the mundane they were working to protect people from, but the extra ordinary.
Nudging a tin cup with the side of his boot, he glanced around like everyone else, taking in all the scattered belongs, the rations that had been picked through by various animals that had been milling about. It looked ransacked.
It also smelled awful, but he suspected that was the surrounding swamp lands, and not the camp itself. Probably. Grimacing, he was tempted to tug up the bandanna tied around his throat. He didn't, but only because he felt it was better to keep one hand free, just in case. The other, wrapped loosely around the handle of his hammer, flexed briefly.
Brynn spoke up, pointing out the smoke, and the bouncer's attention turned in that direction, then towards Olivia and Griffin in turn. All three plans held merit, but he wasn't entirely sure wandering off just now was the best idea. Cleaning up the camp could yield some helpful clues as to where the occupants might have ended up. Heading into the swamp towards smoke, or following mystery tracks, could lead straight into whatever it was that had caused the mess in the first place.
Or, at least, that was Ed's logic as he edged over towards Griffin and the small group that was beginning to form around the weapon smith. Going into this thing with a few answers and a few less questions seemed like a very good idea.
From the cold into the heat -- and Asher wasn't exactly sure how he felt about that. While he'd protested at the piles of snow, the chill that cut through even his fur-trimmed coat and tousled the curly mess of his hair, that didn't mean Asher liked this weather anymore.
He was used to the heat of summer in New York, more or less. It was hot, the sun pounded against his back, but it was dry and once he was in motion he hardly seemed to feel it. Wind whipped up the long avenues, from one end to the other, sending a pleasant chill over his face. Standing on the subway platforms was an agony, but the train was usually there by the time he started dripping, and inside the car was cool enough to drive the flush from his face.
This was different. This was a swamp, and the swamp seemed to rise up out of the ground and surround him, leaving Asher not so much walking out of the flames of an abandoned fireplace but swimming out. His shirt stuck against his spine, clung to and bunched at the small of his back, and immediately the easy poof of his hair started to lose its strength, collapsing to stick to the sides of his face. Reflexively, Asher pushed it behind his ears and scowled at their surroundings.
"This sucks." It was low, and mostly to himself. He moved out of the way of anyone else who might emerge from the Hearth, knocking a can with his toe as he stepped, and then frowned all the harder as he took in the mess. Obviously, some disaster had fallen here: everyone kidnapped in the night, his imagination supplied, or perhaps the rapture had finally struck and carried the lot of them away.
Whatever happened, it probably wasn't safe to stay here, but it hardly seemed safer to go traipsing off into the woods in search of whatever had caused it. While the experienced Heroes discussed their plans, he decided that with the oppression of a humid summer's day and the pounding heat of the sun above, there was no way he was going to go looking around. He wanted to sit and do nothing, and staying at the camp with Griffin was probably the easiest way to do that.
No sooner had the thought come to him than Asher shook himself out and, with a breath of a sigh, he claimed a seat on a relatively-clean stone and watched something scurry into the woods.
Character Name:Asher Zimmerman Brief description of character: Asher is a kinetic young man who has a hard time sitting still for long stretches of time. He is impulsive and dismissive, and covers up any self-consciousness with sarcasm.
Briiva stepped out of the hearth, immediately moving herself out of the way to she could observe her surroundings and not get bowled over by the next Chosen to use the Prytaneum’s magical form of travel. She frowned as she looked over the scenery; Another inn, though this one was in about the same shape as the last one had been. “What is it about abandoned inn’s?” Briiva mutter under her breath, shouldering her bag further up on her back. She only had one strap on, her left shoulder was still tender from her impromptu spar with Misha. Rafe had been able to heal it good as new the day after, making sure that she knew his displeasure with her carelessness the entire time, but she could swear there was still some phantom pain. Maybe it was just irritation, new skin tended to be pretty sensitive after all.
She snapped back to her surroundings as their mentors began to discuss their options, and Briiva did her best to listen closely to them. Brynn wanted to ask the nearby town, which sounded important. Olivia meanwhile pointed out some tracks and her desire to track them, while Griffin emphasised the need to clean up the camp sight to look for clues. They were all good ideas, Briiva could see that. The one that concerned Briiva most though were the tracks. That was something that could be a threat, and Briiva had already sworn to herself that she was going to do everything in her power to keep those around her safe from anything wanting to do them harm. The choice was not a difficult one for her.
She decided to go with Olivia, and see if they could find out whatever it was that had left its tracks by the clearing. At this point, Briiva was getting more confident about her combat proficiency, though after her first bout with melee weapons, she had decided to stick with a bow for the time being. Both had been enjoyable, but missing with a great sword left one far more open than fighting with a bow at range. Hopefully whatever they might find in the woods wouldn’t be more dangerous than what the Chosen had already come across, but the group before them were a more experienced, veteran group. The fact that they were nowhere to be found was more than a little ominous.
Briiva looked around the site one more time, waiting for other to come through the hearth; Hopefully the few she had already started getting to know. Still, Briiva didn’t want to waste time and she was sure that she could catch up with everyone a bit later once they had discovered more about the situation they had dropped themselves into. Resolving to check in later if she needed to, Briiva checked her bow and string for any damage before carefully stowing it with her quiver and heading out.
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Character Name:Brianna Pavlovich Brief description of character: Headstrong and impulsive, Briiva is an excitable, over zealous ball of energy that can explode at the slightest provocation. While friendly and always ready to help out, she has a flair for the dramatic and will get carried away more often than not.
Tara had been at least grateful her work was capable of... well, traveling with her. Though she did make a mental note to speak to Max about other potential avenues for her work, Tara had spent most of her time around the Prytaneum--or rather, the woods, and the gym. It was therapy in its own right, hitting the machines and training.
It was a totally different therapy to trek through the forest, camera at the ready, taking in the breathtaking sights the wilderness offered her. Even a few ventures towards the beach, snapping shots along the water's edge, had been a way to ease her tension as much as it was work for her clients. She'd lost a few contacts with the shift of locations, and the inability to travel as readily as she had before, but Tara felt like she was approaching a hell of a crossroads in her career. If she actually... intended on sticking around the Prytaneum as much as she had been lately, anyways, she'd need to reconsider a few routes in her life.
The mental notes were shelved for the moment however, when another summons came out. Tara was... well, less hesitant than she'd expected she'd be, considering the outcome of the last mission. She'd smiled to the growing number of familiar faces, trying to tell herself that things would be fine. They figured out how to get through the last mission, and each summon would bring the same results. She clung to this ideal, and it eased the tension in her body. Even as she frowned to hear the update, that other Chosen had gone missing.
From the Alps, to the swamps of the bayou. Well it was... unexpected, but as they went through the Hearth again, Tara wasn't immensely happy with the weather of their new local. She adjusted the straps of her quiver, a bit relieved this time she was in slightly more suitable clothing. The tee shirt and high-waisted jeans tucked into boots had been among her typical outfits while walking through the woods, and such had been her goal of the day again. Now she wasn't happy about the long pants in the heat of the bayou, but she'd heard enough about the bugs down there and no thanks...
The heat made her hair stick to her neck and she huffed, pausing to try and bundle her long curls into a haphazard messy bun at the back of her head. Her shirt was starting to stick to her body, and she was grudgingly reminded of some of her photography trips to other warm, steamy places on the planet. Beautiful shots, amazing wildlife. Horrific temperatures and humidity.
She took in the disarray of the camp, frowning as her mind rambled through possibilities. An attack? Animal or human, if locals didn't like the intrusion. Mystical creatures were also high on the list though, if only due to the damn birds they'd faced last time...
Not liking the idea of just sitting around and doing "nothing," Tara quickly opted to join Oliva's group, hoping she could be of some use in the woods looking for clues.
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Character Name:Tara O'Connell Brief description of character: An always smiling, cheerful sort, Tara wears her heart on her sleeve. A keen eye makes her a valued photographer, and an improving shot with a bow, but her temper makes her surprisingly stubborn and too willing to dig her heels in when she feels it's needed.
Izzy immediately ripped down the zipper of her athletic jacket, exposing her bright orange halter top. She was totally fine with heat, and preferred it to the boring ice pop that was Michigan. But this humidity was disgusting. She felt it dripping down her neck and spazzing out her hair already.
In fact, she looked at the squishy, damp earth and was suddenly pretty sure that she hadn’t really prepared herself for success here. It probably wouldn't take long till she got some of the oozing swamp gumming up her bright yellow racing shoes, or for mud to soak through her purple and lime green yoga capris, which matched her jacket. There was no chance of her getting lost in the forest herself, cause if nothing else, at least she was highly visible.
Well, whatever. By the time she was sticking three-headed swamp dogs or whatever with this new metal stick of hers, she was sure she’d be beyond worrying about her neon kicks. Izzy swung her new spear around a little, liking the stretch in her arms as she paced around, looking at the clearing where the others were milling around in. She really hadn’t had the time to practice fighting, but she supposed there really wasn’t much to it. Stabby side goes into the squishy evil things. If anything got too close, she took self-defense training in college anyway.
But weren’t the people who got lost more experienced at this magic and fighting stuff? Why would the brass send in a bunch of greenies after them? Wasn’t this new group’s chance of flubbing this up greater? Izzy was confident in her ability to protect herself, if it came for it, but didn’t like the idea of the higher-ups just throwing more bodies at the problem. She wondered if the gods were not able to afford GPS trackers or helicopters, or anything else better suited to solving this problem.
Oh yeah, they wanted her to choose what to do out here. As if Izzy wasted even two seconds deciding. She didn’t come out here to root through people’s crap, or just to go straight to the local Wal-Mart and talk to rednecks or whatever. Both the people and the disaster that happened to them had to be out there in this forest.
Izzy hoisted up her spear and made for the edge of the forest. Besides, if she was supposed to treat Olivia as some kind of superior or something, she wanted to know what this other Artemis Chosen was really made of.
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Character Name:Izzy Sandoval Brief description of character: Izzy lives to be outrageous - she is a PhD astrophysics student who revels in her party-girl persona and in-your-face feminism. Izzy's core strengths include her sharp perception and intelligence, but her weaknesses include poor teamwork and her pride.
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Beth was more prepared this time, when the Chosen were called together. She brought what she considered essentials, stuffed into the pockets of a black trench coat....only to hear that they would be going to Louisiana, of all places. She vaguely remembered being there, but they had never ventured out into the bog. Hopefully she had made the right choice, as she certainly hadn't with her shoes. Her fingers instinctively curled around the handle of her whip, stuffed by her hip with some lipstick and mascara.
But there was no time to return to the dorm--and she certainly would not kick her heels off just to go running around in a swamp. She'd already been plenty intimate with bird excrement, thank-you-very-much. No need to get...mushy dark water and bugs all in between her toes and who knew where else. At least she'd managed to wear tights that day.
The moment she stepped through the Hearth, Beth felt as if she had been slapped in the face with a wet blanket. She delicately blotted at the sweat on her brow and looked around, taking in her options. Beth had never been camping before in her life. Most of her exposure to the great outdoors was through plane rides as she gazed down upon landscapes wondering about the sort of people who lived there. As her heels sunk into the soft, wet earth beneath them, she decided they were not ones like herself, concerned with the finer things in life, like air conditioners and running water and smelling (if not being) clean.
She wondered what could have possibly sent their comrades here. And what happened to them. As she listened, it became clear there were three choices.
With the lovely haired Hephaestus Chosen toward blessed civilization and possibly encountering the stranded Chosen on the way.
With Olivia, the woman who had swept her off on this not-so-dazzling adventure, and who seemed interested in following strange tracks off into the greenery and wilderness.
Or with Griffin, the weapons master, who opted to stay where they were and investigate the camp site.
Beth chose the path of least resistance, and, more importantly, where one of the only people she recognized stood. The one person she recognized who who wasn't going to be traipsing off into the Pits of Despair. She chose to stay with Griffin's group and carefully stepped over items to where the biggest group of people seemed to be.
WC: 408 Character Name:Beth Almasy Brief description of character: A sweet but skittish beauty who's lived in the lap of luxury her whole life, Beth doesn't quite know what she's doing. She's always willing to support and cheer on her friends, mostly so she doesn't actually have to lift a finger.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 6:11 pm
"Nice place."
Was the first thing that came out of Mathilda's mouth as stepped into the campsite. The place seemed abandoned, even if there were people living here. They didn't really add life to the place. Moving around, she took stock of the smoke and smell, along with several other little tidbits. Places like this, large open spaces in forests, could get dangerous.
"But at least its not cold."
She was eternally grateful that it was warm. Since they hadn't been given wearable gear like last time, she was comfortable in her black jeans and equally black tank top. Her hair was somewhat out of place, part due to humidity, part due to coming back from her excursion that morning, but it was held tight in her Dutch Braid. Strapped to her thighs was her dagger straps, much more convenient with more than one dagger, but since she only had the one, it would be useful to carry her dagger instead of slipping it loosely into her boot. Plus she could swap sides depending on which hand she was using. Her one dagger was held loosely by the blade in between her index finger and thumb. After learning they were going to the Bayou, she decided that a quick change from heels to heeled boots would be a better choice.
After her had finished taken stock, she waited to see what the three leaders had to say. They all seemed to have their own priority, which was interesting consider their own was missing. But hey, to each their own.
After listening to them talk, Mathilda hummed to herself as she thought about who she was going to follow. It seemed going with Brynn was the best idea, as her skills may come in handy if something were to go down. Though the woman's bubbly personal was kind of off putting, Mathilda could deal with her.
Nodding to herself, she looked around at who had already arrived, noticing familiar faces among the crowd of unknowns. She would have to make a point to catch up with them, if they ended up in different groups.
Checking her weapons, and then her hair, Mathilda moved toward Brynn, hoping the trip to town was both quick and eventful. She was a bit worried about moving in the Bayou, and was once again happy she decided to switch shoes, as well as not change clothes. Swamp grossness definitely wouldn't show up on black.
With one last look at the gathered Chosen, Mathilda followed Brynn out of the camp.
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Davor tried not to look as uncomfortable as he felt. This was a climate he was not at all accustomed to, the humidity of the swamplands already making him sweat under his usual layers and scarves. He missed the Alps of the previous mission, but there was a little something he had hidden up his sleeve -- namely, his prosthetic arm, fine-tuned and reinforced for this new outing. He could only assume the worst from here on out. Likely every mission would have some strife, why else would they be armed? His own war-hammer balanced on its head at his side, a brutal, ugly weapon. He didn't like to fight, and he liked the empty campsite even less, the sight of it bringing back bad memories. And what if this was a case of desertion? Imagine that.
But standing there gazing off at nothing while spiraling into past trauma wasn't a great look to have. Everyone around was already splitting off into groups, and the familiar dilemma faced Davor: who was going to make this decision for him? He glanced around, looking for a familiar face. That is, more familiar. Someone he'd actually spoken to. It was tempting to follow Brynn, a fellow Hephaestus Chosen, but he wasn't sure he wanted to return to civilization anytime soon. And this abandoned campsite was putting him on edge. At the very least, the forest could provide some much-needed privacy for what Davor had to do. Also, he just plain liked forests, and that was reason enough to go along with Oliva's plan.
He trailed after the loosely formed group heading into the woods, surreptitiously keeping an eye out for a good, sturdy tree to quickly duck behind. Once he saw his fellow Chosen were a respectable enough distance away, Davor did just that, hiding behind a trunk and removing his coat, before resettling it on his shoulders, more like a cape than anything. Still a bit inappropriate for the swamp, but a little less smothering, at least. From there, he rolled up his sleeves, prosthetic arm exposed for only a moment before he took his scarf, ragged and red and an old friend, wrapping it around the false limb for extra protection. It was silly, a part of him knew. But Davor didn't want anyone treating him any differently.
There. Made more comfortable for an inevitably uncomfortable situation, he stepped back out from among the trees to rejoin his fellow forest friends.
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Character Name:Davor Kozel Brief description of character: A bear of a man in both stature and apparent dexterity in tree-climbing, Davor is really more like a teddy than a grizzly once you get him talking. Just, good luck with that.
Marisol was not pleased at the call. She'd had plans, loose and non-fixed, that she had been looking forward to. A trip to her apartment and then convincing her boss that the first performance of the season was best left to the new hires so she could follow a certain blonde uptown. Now those plans were in ruins and the closest she might get was following that woman through the hearth. She'd yet to have a chance to touch base with the cowboy.
The bayou was more pleasant than the alps. She wished she'd had a bit more time to change her clothes. The stockings weren't likely to fare well but at least she'd had the luck to be wearing boots today. It was a toss-up whether the shorts were a good choice. Although why her thoughts were centered around fashion...
Spying a blonde head, she made to move forward but it was then the trio ahead began to speak. She considered their points. If she was going to be out here she didn't want to be stuck cleaning up. Which left following bizarre tracks or heading towards the city.
There was a more than likely chance she might end up meeting the indigenous wildlife. Or even some terrible creature like the foul birds from the mountains. She gave her head a shake. As interesting as following tracks sounded, the city sounded like a safer place for her. She huffed, watching as Rose moved forward and away. Oh well, she'd be in good company at least.
Marisol turned her eyes towards the plume of smoke, inhaled to take in the scent that promised southern cuisine. She agreed with Brynn as she moved to take a step towards the Hephaestus Chosen. The city was likely to have people that could talk, something the swamp might not have. And she just didn't want to trample through the wetland at the moment.
That decided, she joined Brynn's group. She wanted to take a moment before she did but, if she paused, she might not bother heading towards the city at all. She'd see them later of that she hoped she could be sure. Ahead, she looked to where the city might be. Someone there might know what had happened to the group that had disappeared. Perhaps they'd gone there in search of information or supplies. They might even still be there. At least she hoped so. The alternative wasn't very pleasant.
Character Name:Marisol Whelan Brief description of character: Marisol is a young woman who is adept at fitting in and capable of charming most of those she meets. A thrill seeker at heart, she does not shy away from difficult tasks or the spotlight.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 8:27 pm
Was Tom better prepared this time for what they had to do? Sure. Was he annoyed that the nap he had been planning would have to be pushed back? A little. But he knew he had to do it. He was chosen and he really didn’t want to imagine the consequences of possibly ignoring the call this time around. He still wasn’t quite ready to do all of this fighting. He honestly wished that he could stay back once in a while to focus on learning at the Prytaneum or perhaps train a bit more. He knew he hadn’t been of much help the last time they had gone out, especially with the birds. He wanted to train to get a little better at least, but as of yet he had only been concentrating on finding a job and going to the library a few times a week at the Prytaneum.
So, after yawning for a bit and gathering his supplies, which included more first aid kits, he headed toward the magical teleporting fire. He decided on wearing some long sleeves and some pants. This was the Bayou after all; there were probably mosquitoes everywhere. And probably some alligators too. He didn’t really have anything to counter those though; he would just have to hope that they didn’t run into any, or that he was pulled under before he even knew what had grabbed him.
He was slightly relieved that they weren’t immediately under attack this time, but he still couldn’t let his guard down. Just because they didn’t port into the middle of a fight didn’t mean danger wasn’t ready to strike at any moment. Again, there could be alligators here after all. He moved out of the way to make sure he wasn’t blocking anyone else and took a look around. It was kind of eery, you could tell people had been there recently, but it was like they had all… vanished.
He still carried a bow this time, though he was starting to wonder if he should switch up weapons a bit. Maybe get a weapon that you could fight with when an enemy was attacking you directly. He shifted it a bit to get it more comfortable on his shoulders and readjusting all of his supplies too. He didn’t want to be too weighed down this time, and knew he still couldn’t carry as much as he wanted even if there was no snow around.
He listened to their leaders and contemplated which group he wanted to join. He didn’t feel as though he would be of much use going into town. He felt he could be much more helpful either staying at the camp or going into the woods. It seemed as though most people were going to stay at the camp. Well, he wanted to know what was going on and felt there was a good chance of danger with either group, so he stepped over to Olivia’s group to go and follow them into the woods.
WC: 503
Character Name:Tom Wolf Brief description of character: A new doctor who tends to be quite sarcastic though isn't sarcastic with his patients. A bit in the dumps because he has been unable to find a job as of yet. Always wears a black cowboy hat when possible.
