Bad News (open)

[Damien Timothy Creed]

Damien stood in front of Mr. D awaiting a reply, his hand drumming across the hilt of his dagger. The room felt cold, even with his aviators jacket zipped up to his neck.
He had recieved a mysterious iris message only the night before. A masked voice so Damien couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. Its voice was tinged with darkness and death, it sounded delicious to Damiens ears.
"What do you dream of Damien?" it had asked him. "Do you dream of the past? The people you let die? Laura, Thomas, Cabel?"
Damien's eyes began to burn with fury when he heard their names.
"You ran when you should have fought," the voice continued. "Perhaps you could have saved them."
"We were ambushed," Damien said screaming at the fountain. "Someone was targeting us. We didn't have a chance."
"Is that what you tell yourself? Is that how you soothe your faint conscience?" The voice continued with a chuckle. "You couldn't save them it."
"Save them from what?" he asked furious.
"From me!" then the voice switched.
"Damien!," came a scream. His name was being chanted continuously from the fountain. They were pleas, tinged with pain and desperation. But he recognized the voice. Then there was a hiss in the background. The mighty roar of a great creature that sounded familiar to Damien.
"Laura," he said disbelievingly. Even after a year he could still recognize her. Daughter of Apollo.
"I'll see you soon." Came the voice. The iris message ended and the fountain cracked in half.
"Such a challenge to the son of Hades," he said furious. "I agree."
That night he exhausted all his contacts, trying to gauge who could have set it up. But there wasn't even a hint of information.
"Are you sure you aren't being set up mate?" Dryx, a Russian satyr asked. "I mean it sounds like a hoax to me. Cruel, but still a hoax."
"No," said Damien. "I heard Laura's voice. And no one knows what happened out there except for me."
He knew I ran away from battle. Damien thought. I never told anyone that
And there was also that roar he had heard. If it was what Damien thought it was, then he'd better move fast.
The next morning he went straight to the Big House to explain the situation to Mr. D.
"No," said the lazy administrator. "Desist with the being crazy. Like right now."
"Sure thing tubby," said Damien. "I'll do that."
Mr. D's eyes flashed, but Damien knew he would control himself. Disgraced or not, Damien was still a son of Hades. Inducing madness in him would strongly limit Mr. D's freedom.
"Alright then," Mr. D. Replied. "I forbid it. Technically there's nothing I can do to stop you from trying to save other demi-gods. But I can proclaim you insane if the demi-gods in question are already dead."
"They're not dead," said Damien. "I tried summoning their ghosts last night, I recieved no reply."
"Could it be they're avoiding you?" said Mr. D. cruelly. "You did cause their deaths after all."
Damien's face remained stony.
"Listen you woodland git," he said. "I'm not asking for permission, I'm giving notice of leave."
"Oh how interesting," said the god. "LISTEN HERE! "
The gods voice rose, tinged with madness and boiling anger.
"IF YOU ATTEMPT TO LEAVE THIS CAMP YOU WILL BE EXPELLED. NEVERMORE SHALL YOU RE-"
"Shut up lardball," said Damien dismissively. "You've let me leave the camp before."
"If you do this you will die," said the God, his face sneering.
"I thought that's what you wanted." said Damien curious.
"Someone is very interested in your survival." continued Mr. D opening a can of pepsi. "I have been instructued under the strictest penalties not to let you do stupid things. I told them that it was impossible since your very existence is a stupid thing. They were not understanding."
"Who are these people?"
Mr.D looked Damien directly in the eye. Instantly Damien fell to the floor. His body's weakness flared under the stress. His mouth coughed blood and his body flared with pain. He had seen so much in that gods eye, darkness and twilight, the power of life and creation, the madness of celebration.
"I've changed my mind," continued Mr. D nibbling on a piece of ambrosia. "Feel free to leave. Perhaps you will get yourself killed. I guess that could be worth it. Another annoying camper biting the dust."
Damien used what remained of his strength to stand up.
"Good," he said with a cough. Then he pulled a set of tissues from his pocket and used them to clean the blood from his mouth.
"Anyone going with you?" said Mr. D, he seemed amused by Damien's pain.
"I doubt they'd be interested," said Damien. "It's exceedingly dangerous."
"I thought that's what all you kids were into nowadays?"
"They also don't know." said Damien pulling a flask from inside his pocket. He drank the warm liquid from inside. It helped ease his pain.
"They do now," Said Mr. D, pointing to a sizable crowd that had gathered behind Damien. "By the way, you never told me where you were headed."
Damien chuckled.
"The roar I heard on the iris message was unmistakable. It was the beast whose skin I now wear. A lernean hydra." he said putting away the flask and standing up. "I leave for Lake Lerna, home of the Hydra."

[Alice Markus Connor]

Alice coughed up a mouthful of hellhound dust, making a face. Lying flat on her back with her sword still raised above her head, Alice glanced around for any more monsters before heaving a sigh and craning her head over to look at the deep gashes on her upper arm. The bracers and the leather shoulder guards she was wearing looked fine, but the skin in between had been ripped up by one of the hellhounds she'd just dusted. One of the best things about hellhounds, at least in Alice's oppinion, was that wounds you got from them didn't bubble, fester, poision you, or anything else gross. They just bled, a lot. Alice climbed slowly to her feet, grinning. There'd been four hellhounds, and one of her. Now there were no hellhounds and still mostly one of her. The daughter of Zeus knew it had been reckless to attack them by herself, but it had also been rediculiously fun.
Aside from the cut on her arm, Alice didn't have another scratch on her. After seven years at camp, Alice had fought lots of hellhounds. She knew exactly how to kill them and just about every step to take durring every fight. That was why she liked fighting a pack of them, it added the exitement back in. Sighing, Alice realised that her dive under the hellhound's belly had ripped the back of her red tanktop up. The armor she was wearing hopefully meant that she wasn't going to loose her shirt, but it would be good, she dicided, to change soon. Transforming her sword back into the large lightning bold pendent, Alice pocketed it.

Turning and walking out of the clearing, Alice made quick time through the woods. Using her other hand to apply presure and hopefully stop the bleeding on her arm. Alice stopped at the edge of the woods, looking out at the camp and blinking in the bright sunlight. There was a group gathering at the porch of the big house, and, as eager as everyone else to watch Mr. D chew someone else out, Alice jogged over to the group. Pushing her way through the crowd, Alice smiled charmingly back at a Aphrodite girl who glared at Alice when she brushed past and got blood on the other girl's outfit. Alice watched pittyingly as their resident god dropped the boy. Alice had been on the revieving end of Mr. D's powers more then once, and knew from experience how painful it was. She listened curiously to the end of the conversation. Damian. She was pretty sure that was his name. She knew that he was a son of Hades, a year younger then she was, and had been at camp for about a year. The other two things that Alice knew were that she was looking for an adventure and that the poor kid would need help. And even if she didn't know the full story, she'd figure it out eventually. Without another though, Alice walked forwards. "I'll go. It'll be fun." She smiled, talking to Damian but glaring at Mr. D. She knew she must look terrible with her tattered shirt and bleeding cut, but oh well.

[Damien Timothy Creed]

OOC:(I think I'll give this 2 weeks for people to join, then I'll shift it to the America board)

[Damien Timothy Creed]

(I think this adventure is off due to lack of interest, which is a shame cause I had loads planned for it.)

[Charlotte Clarie Pace]

((ooc: when sawyer gets accepted she'd love to, if you dont mind))