Private/Closed Percy Jackson: Darkened Sun

[Killerbunny the god]

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"There comes a day when the sun turns dark, an overheard conversation shall bring forth a time of war
On a journey the heroes will embark, to put a stop to this uproar"
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This was the prophecy spoken by the oracle of Delphi. And now it appears that it is coming to fruition.

Apollo is missing. No one knows where he has gone. And this brings the remaining Olympians distress. They blame each other for what has happened. And all of them feel insulted by the others. Tensions are high. It is but a matter of time before this conflict escalates into a full-blown war.

The demigods, which have begun to take notice of the rising tensions, wish to prevent this war from happening, but what could they possibly hope to accomplish on their own?

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Sam
Despite the tensions between the gods, Sam was just as cheerful as ever. They knew little about the prophecy, or about Apollo’s disappearance. Maybe that’s why they felt comfortable enough to still be playing pranks on people. They were often told that they should’ve grown out of such childish habits by now. But Sam didn’t care. If playing pranks on people was “childish”, then what did adults do to have fun? Have tea parties and gossip about Susan in HR? That was not for Sam, they would’ve gone mad. Sam was barely capable of being still for more than five seconds. They needed stimulation. At all times. It just so happened that they were also fond of releasing ants into the Aphrodite cabin.

Sam and their younger brother Nick were hard at work on this. They had found a hole in the wall behind the cabin and they poured out the ants from a jar they had used to transport them. The prank wasn’t the most well-thought out, but if the ants stayed in the cabin for at least a few hours, they could count this prank as successful. If the ants decided that they liked the smell of perfume, then Sam and Nick would be responsible for the whole cabin becoming a home for the ants. But that wouldn’t happen, right? Surely not. Sam finished pouring out the ants and turned to Nick. He had been making sure they wouldn’t get caught.
“Okay, it’s done. Let’s go,” they whispered and began scurrying away from the cabin. They would have to sneak between the cabins and hope that no one would notice them. Luckily, Sam and Nick had the ultimate way to hide their identities. Sam transformed into a raccoon before scurrying around to the back of the next cabin.

Jake
Jake was in the arena. He was trying to avoid people as much as possible by seeming busy with training. It wasn’t that he didn’t like people, he did, but he needed time for himself too. He could get overwhelmed easily. He swung his sword against the dummy and cut through the arm. It was to be expected. The dummy had been used a lot. It was often that they needed to make new ones for training. This one had seen the end of its life. Throughout all the years that Jake had been at camp, he had gone through quite a number of dummies. And he had learned how to make new ones. It wasn’t all that complicated. Not as complicated as living things at least. He was still confused by the living. The dead just made more sense to him. But… Tim Alexander was an exception. Jake blushed as Tim’s face appeared in his mind. He was lucky to have Tim in his life.

(Me and @Shikowara have discussed the relationship between Jake and Tim before. The two boys are dating. They’re in the beginning of their relationship)

Mia
Mia wasn’t the most athletic among the demigods, nor the strongest. She preferred it that way. She didn’t want to harm anyone. Which is why she never picked out a weapon for herself.

Enjoying the silence and the sunshine, Mia was sitting in a patch of grass just outside the strawberry fields, watching some other demigods pick strawberries. Part of her wanted to join them. But she felt like it would be better to stay where she was. She knew that if she approached them, she wouldn’t be able to talk anyway. She never could. One time a Hermes kid had called her “blonde Komi-san”, but she wasn’t sure what that meant. And her confused expression had made the Hermes kid awkward and they took off soon after. Mia pulled her legs in towards her body and placed her chin on her knees. She felt lonely, but she didn’t dare try to fix her problem.

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Wyatt


"Brad, I have to come clean..."

"What is it Miriam?"

"I can't be with you anymore..."

"What?! Darling, why do you say such things??"

"I haven't felt the spark in so long now...I'm sorry Brad."

An old VCR TV buzzed in a dimly lit cabin bedroom. The outdated device was at the end of the bunkbed of a youth who lay there with a bowl of popcorn and an assortment of beverages to their left. His bedsheets seemed light and fluffy, odd considering the typical accommodations. This was Wyatt's place of dwelling. He was watching a cheesy romantic show that he had on hand, a few scattered VHS tapes at the end of the bed showed his lineup of those that he burned through already.

"It's the Butler, isn't it?! I knew there was something peculiar about the two of you as of late!!"

"Carlisle cares about me for me, not for my money Brad! It's about love, something you wouldn't understand!"

Wyatt rolled his eyes. "Stupid, you think letting that guy know is gonna make your situation any better? You shoulda escaped the other night when you had the chance you dull broomstick."

To be honest? Sometimes he just tuned on shows like this to distract himself from all the senses he was picking up. He had the ability to detect things others were otherwise oblivious of. Drama. Internal struggle. Angst. All that yucky stuff. Romantic shows helped him focus on one thing. With Camp Half Blood there's a lot of messed up kids with lots of pent up anxieties. Truly a bacteria culture of teenage issues. So his radar was always pinging active.

Must think that's a big curse, right?

Nope. Not really. He actually loved it. Like a bunch of routes to take in a video game or questlines just waiting to be finished. Problem is? Just like in most of the games with a bunch of side quests - he gets bored. Sometimes it's not worth getting out of bed to go mess with unless it's something rather strong and juicy.

 

[Your-Friday-Filet]

Teddy
The rather unfortunate son of Zeus stood in the distance around the cabins, a concerned composure to his face. The young demigod didn't know what it was, but something about the nature of today felt... off. Teddy found himself staring forlornly at the Apollo Cabin from the distance; only to see some sort of raccoon sniffling about the cabins in broad daylight, causing him to break his gaze. He snapped back to reality, shortly turning on his heel as he elected to settle his restless spirit at the arena. The wretched memory of having lost a practice spar against an Ares kid yesterday began festering in his mind, and it decidedly kept his other emotions at bay for the time being. As he set out, he felt that even walking with his own two feet seemed to be some sort of challenge for him, as if a great nausea or confusion was disturbing his subconscious, or as if a part of him already knew what was brewing in the skies above.

Regardless, he managed to wobble his way into the arena, rubbing his head as a timid headache began to take its toll. In the middle of thinking about how much he would just like to clobber his head into not hurting again (as nonsensical as it was), he was somewhat surprised to see Jake, a Hades kid he had faintly seen around from time to time. What really surprised Teddy was that, for once, the boy's face wasn't exuding what he previously thought was dread or anxiety, but apparently overcome with sentimentality. This caused an involuntary "Wh-what?" to espouse from his lips, but he almost immediately wished he could rescind it, out of both a fear of bringing unneeded attention to himself and out of his rather basal understanding of someone who was, more-or-less, a stranger to him.

@Killerbunny the god

 

[Void_Nugget]

Ken
The rythmic sounds of Ken's fists hitting the dummy in front of him were loud and dense sounding. He was strong even for an Ares kid so he'd requested a few metal dummies to train on last year after getting in trouble for breaking an extraordinary amount of equipment. The dummy was covered in large dents and scrapes from Ken's fists, he had good technique but usually relied simply on utilising his strength. He paused a moment, it was only when he wasn't practicing that his feminine like physique was more noticeable, breathing slightly heavy as he glanced towards the other side of the arena, Jake had arrived at the arena not long after Ken that morning but he had seemed uninterested in conversation so Ken had opted to leave him to himself. He watched as Teddy approached the arena and go over to where Jake was, he shrugged and returned to his practice deeming that he would probably go over if it looked liked they'd be interested in chatting, for now he focused on his punches. He breathed in deep and then began to strike the dummy again the sound of the Celestial Bronze on his gloves striking the metal dummy wrang out.

Anastasia
Stood against the side of the Hermes cabin Anastasia glanced around at the other cabins before glancing back at the cabin she'd called home for the last seven years. It was strange for someone of her age to still be around at camp, the sad truth was a lot of demigods didn't live that long and most that do choose to go back to their families or start lives of their own. But camp was all she knew anymore, she would stick around and as long as she was allowed, she loved it here, she didn't even mind the cramped Hermes Cabin. She paused on the sight of a raccoon scurrying away from the Aphrodite cabin, she sighed but smiled slightly as well, she had a pretty good idea who that may be. She walked to the cabin the raccoon had gone to hide behind ending up behind it she cleared her throat "I'm gonna assume that's you Sam, otherwise I'm over here talking to a regular енот, sorry raccoon" she stated as she stood with her arms crossed "so what exactly were you up to at the Aphrodite cabin this time?"
@Killerbunny the god (Sam)

Bianca
Bee loved picking the strawberries, it was a nice calming activity and she did it pretty often whenever she wasn't reading. In her 6 months since arriving at this place she had found many things she enjoyed and many she did not, her half siblings were definitely on her not so fond of list. It was even worse when she discovered her constant love aura was a rare thing for Aphrodite's children, she had dealt wirh that issue quickly by making a perfume that countered the effects of her love aura. One of her favourite things about camp was the amount of knowledge held here it was all so fascinating. She would probably go do a spot of reading later but for now she was content with the calming task of picking strawberries.

 

[Shikowara]

Nicolas Nick Hernández
Nick leaned against the Aphrodite Cabin wall, making sure no one would spot him and his older sibling Sam. He had a little smirk on his face. He loved messing with the Aphrodite kids. Sometimes he wondered why Sam chose him to be a look out. He was partially blind in his left eye. He ran a finger over the scar. It was an accident that happened last summer. It wasn’t a big deal though. Like I said, it was an accident.
When Sam signaled for them to go, Nick quickly transformed into a red-winged blackbird. It was a very common bird in North America, so it was probably subtle enough. He flew above Sam as they went and hid in between a couple cabins. Nick landed on top of one of the roofs, looking around. He liked being able to see so much, especially because of his lack of vision. He flapped his little bird wings happily. This was fun. He was a lot happier at Camp than he was at school. School was horrible. In more ways than one. He looked down at Sam and giggled. He was glad he met them. They knew how to cheer him up.

Tim Alexander
Sitting in the Athena Cabin, Tim was attempting to read a book. I say attempting because he would get stuck on a word or a sentence for a while because it didn’t make sense. He’d struggled with dyslexia since he was little. He’d never gotten help for it, so even at the age of 17, he struggled a lot.
They set the book down with a sigh, looking out the window, as if trying to find a reason to go outside. He’d kept himself cooped up in the cabin in his free time. He wanted to get away from the noise, the people… It was hard when there were so many chaotic kids here.
He noticed a raccoon running away from the Aphrodite Cabin. He rolled his eyes. He had a hunch on who that was. The Hermes kids were always up to something and he was tired of it. He had the urge to go out there and tell them off for whatever they were doing, but decided it was best just to leave it. Also, maybe it really was a raccoon and he was just being paranoid.
He picked up a pen and started to fidget with it and bite his lip. I really should go out and do something before I get a little too restless... They set the pen down and stood up, exiting the cabin to go for a walk around the property. It was nice and warm out in the sun. He should have come out sooner.

David Athas
The world doesn’t revolve around people. It never did. As David grew up, he never thought he was the main character, but he never thought he’d end up being such a background character. Someone with no lines and barely remembered. It felt like every time he talked, people couldn’t hear him. It’s like he was on mute.
He practiced silently in the quiet arena. The only sound that could be heard were blades against the training dummies. He heard someone speak and paused, looking over briefly. It was Teddy- The- Theo? Theoton? Theogold? Something. The Zeus kid. David ran a hand through his brown and pink hair before going back to what he was doing.
His two-handed battle axe had been used a lot over the years. He couldn’t imagine parting with it. Death would have to pry them apart. Even then, he wants it buried with him. It was too special. It was the love he’d never experience.