Ariadne Lanthe Calpyso || Big House
Ariadne slept in that morning. She was exhausted, she barely had enough food last night because she was busy attempting to work her spells which had weakened since the pantheons had entered. So she slept in, up until the sounds of carving into her wall appeared and the evil voice echoeing throughout, she quickly slipped on some gym shoes and jeans with a simple black t-shirt. “Holy cr-p,” Ariadne cursed as she saw the flames leap higher and higher on the fields, she broke into a run before disapearing and reappearing by the blaze. “βρέχω (Na vréxei)” Ariadne muttered in Greek as a downpour of rain began on the fields, but it wasn’t enough to put out the fires.
She ran back to the big house and stopped just before she ran into a girl she recognized, “Camilla! You have to come, the crops are burning down!” Ariadne exclaimed and pointed to where the fire, although not as high as before, ate at the crops.
@angelic
Marcus Felix Attensia || Big House
Marcus Attensia’s mouth was still wide open. With his memory and smarts he was apple to memorize the prophecy after Karan spoke it. But come on, it was a bit more than needed. First we got some little-no large demonic snake threatening then conversing with them followed by Apollo and Mercury doing a little daytime stalking before hitting some random girl, pretty one too, with a prophecy which they hadn’t had one in…well Marcus didn’t know but a pretty f-cking long time.
The last thing Marcus needed was all the panic that followed, his head hurt and he couldn’t think straight, he could only act, argh, the ADHD in his brain taking over. He stood up and attempted to walk away blinking his eyes furiously, but he still had to take in the Camp Leader’s meeting into account. Marcus bumped into someone, glanced to his side to see Arden Marino daughter of Tyr. “I don’t suppose you’re faring particulary well, are you?” He asked sarcastically as the poor girl looked as scattered if not more than he was. “Lovely day we have here.”
@Daunt
Lukas Costas || Big House
Lukas Costas didn’t like chaos in the least. Justice was balanced, perfect, orderly, it was Ma’at. Chaos was injustice, cruelty, messy, it was Isfet. Lukas Costas, like many people did not see gray areas, it was black and white. Good or Bad. Just or Unjust. There was no middle, and you got what you truly deserved. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. A life for a life. So he stared at the serpent’s large shadow as it twisted, laughed and unravelled, he stared at it with a deep disgust and hatred. But Lukas was smart, he did what a few select people do, he listened. This creature didn’t hunger war, he hungered for an end, an eternal end. Some others already whispered his name, Isfet, no-no-no, that was wrong. Lukas ran to the Nemsis cabin and scrambled around, he opened the book, it detailed the fight between good and evil between each civilization and who had ultimately won. It was the only book in his cabin, and the only one of it’s kind within the entire camp.
He flipped through pages smoothly unlike how he rushed here. Babylon, Sumerians, Rome, Greece, aha Eygpt. Unlike people used terms of Good and Evil, to them it wasn’t so simple, and as right, they were a genius civilization. Ma’at and Isfet, Chaos and Order. Apophis, it matched what he was speaking about. Apophis was not Isfet nor was Isfet Apophis, no it was deeper. Isfet was the entity, as if someone were to compare Satan and God, it was Isfet and Ma’at. They were all-mighty, powerful enitties that took on servants, vessels to complete their work. And when Apophis was talking about- the book in his hand began to smoke, and burn. Ah-ah-ah, young one can’t you enjoy the mystery. The cruel snakes laughter was quick as the book burst into flames. He ran to the Big House.
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