Well, This is Pleasant o.o (OPEN!)

[Apate]

Never had Apate had to work so hard to keep up her childish, innocent guise as she did now. Ryan, however, was a right little pain in the butt. She decided he was going on her get-revenge-on list, and pretty high on it at that. Have you become deaf? she repeated mockingly in her head. About as deaf as you will be living when I get a hold of you. Even if it wasn’t his usual tough-guy edge, she could tell he was trying. And it was the thought that counted, as they said. Agatha took a step back, a scared look on her face, when he snapped at her a little harsher, just for effect. Oh yes, she could definitely tell he hated her guts, but that was fine with her. She wasn’t that fond of him either. Son of Ares? Weak and lame and not worth the effort. Though she had to admit watching Mr McToughy freak out and practically turn a sick shade of green was rather funny. So he was worth a bit of entertainment in the twisted sense, she supposed.

Now the girl, Celeste, she was another story. First of all, Apate was exceedingly interested in what she was doing. It looked like she was going to cut the body, but that was a stupid idea; what good would that do unless you were a cannibal or a medical student or something? And she was pretty sure Celeste did not fit into either of those categories. She listened silently, watching with big curious dark eyes as Celeste paused in whatever she was about to do to explain it all to her. To a 9-year-old, it probably wouldn’t make much sense, but she was over 2000 years old, so she understood perfectly. And she also saw it for what it meant in the big picture: this girl was exceedingly powerful… and a useful tool. And the fact that she was being so kind toward the innocent little 9-year-old was promising; she would not be nearly so hard to manipulate.

She watched silently as Celeste resumed her seemingly one-sided argument with a god that only she could hear. Apate had to say, of all the Olympians, Hades was the one she respected the most, though that wasn’t saying much at all. At least that guy had his priorities a bit straighter. Her thoughts were drawn back to the matter at hand when Celeste staggered. “Oh no!” She took a step forward as though she actually gave half a drachma about the girl’s health. Apate was, however, much more interested in what her little chat with Hades would bring about…

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[blake]

Blake didn’t know where he was. All he knew was it was not pleasant at all. Everything was colder than ice and more silent than he thought was even possible. And dark. He couldn’t see a thing. Perhaps it was that which had him so on edge. His claustrophobia was acting up like crazy, though it didn’t help that it had been during his last handful of minutes of life too. But more even than his claustrophobia, he was worried, not for himself, but for his brothers. For the other campers. He remembered the frightening malevolent fiend that had tormented him with his odd powers, and he did not want that happening to his family. Or anyone. But how could he do anything sitting - or was he standing? Or laying down? He couldn’t tell - in the dark like this? He couldn’t do anything. He tried to walk, but it was like floating in space. There was simply nothing there.

After what felt like an eternity, a light showed up faintly. He squinted, his eyes not accustomed to it after so much dark. It grew brighter and brighter until he was sure it looked like sunlight, except more the kind one would see through a window while inside rather than while outside. What was going on? Then the next thing he knew, he was… standing? Floating? He was in a room in the Big House at Camp Half-Blood. He’d been here before. He saw three other people he didn’t recognize and… had his blood been flowing at all, it would have ran cold at the sight of his own dead body. Well, if that wasn’t the creepiest thing ever.

He would have asked what was going on, but he was interrupted by a fit of coughs into his nearly see-through hand. If seeing his own dead body hadn’t been creepy enough, to top things off, when he coughed he found instead of just air he was coughing up… water. It spattered over his hand and down his shirt, which was already partially soaked from his last struggle while alive. “What-?” His voice was raspy, his lungs and throat roughed up by the icy waters that had claimed his life. He would have continued, but he coughed again, more water. Well, at least it wasn’t blood or something, right? Then it hit him like a ton of bricks and he looked around wildly, fear in his eyes. “Where is he!?”

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Note: Wow, my posts look awful next to you two! So short! Sorry about that!!!

[celesterose]

I’ll only take a few seconds, and then I’ll be gone from this horrid place forever. Celeste pinched her arm, removing the dark whisper from her mind. Another ghost was attempting to contact the real world, through Celeste’s thoughts. At her weakened state, Celeste was more sustainable to hearing these ghosts more often than she would at full strength. Despite all the training she had received from her half brother, Celeste still couldn’t ignore the voices and whispers from beyond the grave. They still had rights, even after death, and she’d have to uphold them until someone else remembered them. Until then, the ghosts would still come, and she would listen sooner rather than later. It was just something that all children who’s parent was associated with death, had to deal with, weather they liked it or not.

It would only be a few moments of her time to fix up theses horrid ghosts once and for all... But there was a more pressing matter to attendant to, something that wouldn’t be going away any time soon. The body of this kid still had a few hours before the... Celeste blinked again, that defiantly wasn’t what she was going to say out loud. Next thing she’d probley voice her opinion about how in the gods name they would see him off, Funeral wise. Now that was something not to be heard at any one time. The teenager glanced back at the dead body, a small feeling of dread curling up inside her soul. Reanimating a dead corpse was something she would never ever do, because that was the worst and most horrifying thing ever.
Celeste pushed the thoughts away from her head, and listened to Ryan’s slightly stuttered answer. So water was going to affect his speech, since it looked like he had drowned. That was going to big a bit of a problem, but they’d be a way around it. The teenager nodded her head, “Good job Ryan, Every little bit of that will help the kid remember what happened.” she said, a small smile on her face, that little gleam of hope crossing her mind once again. Everything would be okay, as long as no one tried to intervene with the ghost... Celeste could feel another passing, and gave them a moment of thought before replying to Ryan’s comment. He was starting to become himself again, the shock was disappearing from his voice. “Well, think of it like this: Most people would do a whole ‘Look everyone!’ which would be the worst thing to do.” she replied coolly, a slight edge to the sweet voice.

Hades was one to keep a silly grudge, and because he was fighting with his daughter, he did drain her power just to get back at her. Celeste knew it was coming; of course she did... just not the way it was done. She expected a slight pull and then it would all disappear. No, he didn’t feel like being nice, this time it was like her soul was being ripped from her body. Her eyes were firmly closed, darkness the only comfort... She could hear both Ryan and the little kid say something to her, before she opened her eyes and glanced at the mist that was forming in front of them. “I’m.. Okay... Just wish he didn’t do that.” she murmured gently, leaning against the chair with one hand. The best way to describe how she felt, was when someone is pushed over after hours of standing on the spot.

The daggers were the only warning sign Celeste had before the ghost was called back into the land of the living. There was a brief flash of light and there he was, a ghost next to his own corpse... Celeste put a hand to her mouth, that was what she was suppose to deal with before the ghost was called back. Nothing could be done now; the kid would see his dead body and freak out. “I’m really sorry about that...” she trailed off, when he started coughing up water. That was something else she had totally forgotten about. Celeste stepped forward, her hand still on the chair to keep the balance up. He had said one word before coughing again and there was nothing that she could really do about it. She felt really bad about bringing him back; the guilt was stirring in her stomach. What if he had been at peace, and she had just ruined it? Celeste nibbed on her lip a bit until he spoke again, stirring up her thoughts into overdrive, she pushed herself off the chair. “Who? Who did this to you?” she asked gently, and pulled out a book from her pocket, maybe he would have to write it if he couldn’t speak. Celeste glanced back at the other two, and nodded to the girl, “ Can you see if anyone is outside? We don’t want one of the adults running into here.” she added quickly, just to make sure there wouldn’t be anyone to ruin this meeting at all.

[Ryan Simons]

I'll try to think about the last time, I had a good time
Everyone's got somewhere to go
And they're gonna leave me here on my own and here it goes
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me

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This was way beyond creepy. Besides creepy, it was an interesting thing to watch. A midget girl of like six, a daughter of Hades and the son of Ares all gathered around a corpse. Sickening and eerie? That was a total understatement. The son of Ares half glared at the girl. He could start to feel the immediate shock wear off; as long as he wasn't looking at the body, or thought about it, he was fine. She backed off and he half rolled his eyes. Stupid girl, sure go ahead and back away again, just like in the Mess Hall, he thought. Ryan didn't care if she hated him and was just faking or if she was actually upset and he was being harsh, this was him and she had to live with it either way. The world wasn't fair nor happy, and the sooner people realized it and accepted it, the better.

His stomach started to get slightly queasy with the thought of Celeste bringing his spirit back. The son of Ares wondered how the boy would react. Celeste had said that he needed to remember. So immediate dead don't remember how they died? He shook it off, wondering what Blake would tell them. The boy had been slightly damp when Ryan had found him. So water had to do with it. The only thing he associated with how someone could die from water, was drowning. Ryan began to wonder if the boy couldn't swim, like himself. Then again, if he tripped, fell in then drowned, wouldn't his clothes be wet? Only his face and neck had been wet; so either he drowned himself or was drowned by someone on purpose. If he was purposefully drowned, the person who did it was dead. So so dead...

He gave a slight shrug, still not knowing how to accept praise from other people. "Okay," he shrugged. He kept trying to think about the details. The two facts that really bulged out at him was the factor that Blake's body had been wet and by the river, therefore pointing to him getting wet and drowning. How else would someone die by water where only their face was wet? His stomach rolled over again and he half shut his eyes. Ryan still couldn't believe that Camp was starting be invaded again. Just like it had started to happen before the gigantic war with Kronos. Camp had managed to survive that one, many Campers dead, but at least most of them came out of it alive. Before and after the war, they had all said that this was the only place that was safe for demigods. After Fish Face commanded that every god claim their kid, many more demigods started to swarm in. It was the safest place for them, right? Well, what if they were wrong? What if it was just mind over matter? Now, the fact was: Camp wasn't safe anymore. That led up to his second silent question: Had it ever been? The fifteen year old rolled his eyes, stupid, useless Camp. He was becoming more and more himself by the second, and Celeste had started to pick up on that. "I guess," was all he said, flatly.

Ryan had no idea what was going on between Celeste and Hades, but it had to be something. It sounded like an argument, but he really wasn't sure because all he had heard was Celeste's replies. Ryan was guessing that Hades was speaking so only Celeste could hear him. That was interesting, but rather annoying. The god of the Underworld had also seemed to of zapped his daughter of her energy rather fast. As she stumbled, he also heard the smaller girl express concern. He narrowed his grey eyes; he didn't know why, but that girl seemed... odd to him. She sticks around for a dead body, but shrinks back and hides at the sight of a food fight? He decided to watch her. Ryan went to help Celeste, but then noticed mist starting to build up infront of them, his stomach twisted. It looked like Celeste had won. Gods this was going to be so creepy. The older girl said she was fine, but Ryan kept a wary eye on her. If he had been taught anything by himself it would of been that not everyone was fine when they said they were.

There was a flash and Ryan squinted as it took over the room. The next second, a ghost of a boy was standing infront of his own body. Ryan's insides froze and he felt sick. He had no idea why, but it was just horrible seeing him like this; dang, he didn't even know the kid. Blake started coughing water. There was the seal to the drowning theory. He shifted his weight back as the boy went into slight panic. He kept his mouth shut and just let Celeste do her thing... whatever it may be. Ryan looked at the boy who had started to panic. He was really interested in knowing who did it too; it seemed the boy was alarmed and thought his attacker was still there. Blake had said he, so Ryan put together that his drowner had been a male and that Blake was moderately terrified of him from the look in his eyes. Celeste asked the girl to take a peak outside. Ryan's dark grey eyes flashed at the younger for a second to see what her response would be. She'd probably obey Celeste since she was the elder here. If anyone did run in here, Ryan would slit their throat and there'd be another person in Hades by the end of the day. Oaky, maybe he wouldn't exactly slit their throat (he was amped up to do it too) but he'd get very ticked.[/size]

OOC: No, no, AB, it's fine! ^^
Character Name: Ryan Simons
Mood: Angry, Guilty, Shocked
To: Agatha Ellyse (Apate), Blake Alieron, Celeste Rose
IC Word Count: 991
Made by: Ellie Brigid at Olympian Prophecy

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[Apate]

Apate watched the proceedings, her cruel entertainment masked underneath an innocent child’s eyes. Daughter of the Dead’s little plan worked after all. Fascinating. She watched the ghost materialize right next to the demidork’s old body and had to hold back a laugh. Nice choice of placement, Deadina. That won’t freak him out at all. Then again, not like she cared if the ghostie was scared. Would be more entertaining that way. Turned out she was in luck though; not only what Mr. Ghostie scared, he was utterly terrified. And coughing water. And interesting combination. The look in his eyes though, and when he asked where ‘he’ was, gave rise to some suspicions. Perhaps her dear old sap, er, friend? Well, she would see if it was Phobos himself. There were plenty of other unfriendlies about. Hecate was no angel, but this didn’t much seem her thing. Unless this demidork really ticked her off. Eris possibly. Not like it was hard to get her annoyed. But killing? Apate wasn’t sure she could see that from her either. Phobos? He always had a stick up his butt and was no friend of demidorks. But kill one…? Very likely.

She turned her attention to ghost-whisperer herself and was a little disappointed to see she hadn’t lost consciousness or something. Fine, take away her fun. Oh well, at least there was a bright side. It showed she wasn’t completely weak and useless. She could possibly serve a decent purpose in the future. The only trick would be getting her to cooperate. And, well, she had already shown some weakness before, some uncertainty in herself. It would make a convenient route to getting her on her side.

Then Celeste pointed out she should go watch the door. Agatha glanced at Ryan just as he looked to her briefly, though it was obvious his mind was elsewhere. Well, she would deal with these two later. She, unfortunately, had to play her part. She nodded to Celeste and went outside the door, though not outside of earshot.

Word Count: 349
Note: Sorry that took me so long!!!! Still planning on keeping Apate in the game so she can react to what's going on, at least where I can.

[blake]

It took Blake a good minute at least to sort out he wasn’t in the woods - everything still seemed so bleary, and after the small revelation from his memories, he was nothing short of freaked out. Finally he did come to terms with the fact that he was with three other campers, by the looks of it, in… some room he hadn’t been in before. All three of the others looked younger than him and none of them familiar. The older looking one, a girl with dark hair that looked a little too pale than was normal (though this coming from a transparent guy didn’t really seem so right either), was addressing him. Sorry… what was she sorry for? Maybe she said, but he couldn’t hear. Confound this coughing.

At her question, he winced. It was not something he wanted to remember. But it was important. If that crazy god was still out there in those woods, maybe there was a way to stop more people from meeting his own fate. “Horrible… red eyes… saw things… horrible…” he said as best he could between coughs. A cold wind seemed to pick up for a moment outside and subsided back to the summer heat. It took a minute for Blake to catch his breath again as another wave of relentless coughing took over and water spattered to the ground without getting anything wet at all. Still doubled over and clutching his chest, he looked up and fixed his eyes on Celeste’s with a determined look like he had to say this or his death and his whole past life would be worthless. His voice was raspy and faint. “God named… Phobos.”

His attention was drawn to the other two when the youngest left the room on the eldest’s orders. She looked about Zack’s age maybe, though he was a terrible judge of age. Then he glanced at the other: a boy who looked somewhat ill himself (but hey, at least he wasn’t dead and coughing up water). The two older ones looked close to Erik, his brother’s age. Suddenly his mind changed focus and he looked to the older girl again, as she seemed to be the more composed, in charge on here. “My brothers!” Another fit of coughing, no doubt protesting the sudden strain to speak again. His lungs and throat sure were hating him right now. But he managed to continue finally. “Where…? Are they okay?” He looked between the two remaining demigods there, coughing into the crook of his arm as he did, his eyes imploring. His brothers had to be okay. And… who would tell them what happened to him? He didn’t want to imagine… He should never have gone into the woods.

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Note: The cold wind mentioned was not Blake's doing. He no longer can do that, since he's dead. That was his dad, Boreas. He's a bit unhappy. lol