Mickey clenched her teeth, but nodded at Mr. D. "Very well then sir, I trust your judgement. If you don't find these monsters to be a threat despite them being able to penetrate the camp boundaries and worrying Chiron, I am sure Chiron wouldn't either." Mickey was careful to keep her tone respectful.
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!Mickey smiled in relief. "Thank you, sir," she said, and cut the connection.
"Keep the rainbow going for another minute, I'll get this done quickly," Mickey said over her shoulder at her sister, pulling another drachma out of the drawer and tossing it through the rainbow.
"Oh, Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow. I need to speak with Chiron again. He's in the infirmary!"
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!Chiron's eyes widened.
"Gods let me think! Someone has to have either let them in, they where too powerful, or they had some form of help from a powerful thing. A very powerful thing." It wasn't like the centaur to be informal but the slightest shade of panic had appeared on it's brow.
"You'd better get to the infirmary right away! Are there any others loose in the camp?"
Mickey nodded once before the rainbow dissipated, then got up from the bed.
"We're gonna have to carry her," she said, jerking her head at the girl lying on the floor. Leaning down, Mickey hooked one of the girl's arms around her shoulder and hauled her up, then picked up her sword in her free hand and edged towards the cabin door.
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!Wilbur bent over his workbench, swinging his hammer like a conductor's baton. Sparks flew up against his welding goggles. music piped from a device situated under the table. Wilbur sang along, somewhat off key and gravely.
Sometime ago in a city run solely on steam. The power plant workers would rise and something something. Breaking their backs 'till their workshirts were dirty and brown.
Stevie sat atop his head, swaying along with the music.
As year after year, they'd work for the good of the town. As parts would get old, these men make the repairs. Changing out axles and belts with meticulous care. Working their hands to the bone and slaving away. They press on with diligence and as they strained, you could hear. Them! Say!
Wilbur began bang his left hand, with The Pulveriser still equiped, against the table. His right hand continued to work on the device.
With our blood, sweat, and tears, and the grinding of gears! We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive! Yes, with blodd, sweat, and tears, and the passing of years, we'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!
It went on like this until his cabinmates told him to quiet down. He complied, continuing his work in relative silence. When he was finished, he took the thing, wrapped it in an oily rag, and left the cabin. The sun shone down on his, rather homely, face. A pair of orange tinted welding goggles sat above his bright red eyes. He ran across the camp, looking for the device's intended owner.
"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probablyAs Ian laid in his bed, he heard some more howling in the distance. It was uncanny.
He looked from under his bed to his bunkmate, Brent, "Do you think we will be attacked again?"
"Huh?" Brent rolled over and looked down. Like the rest of his half-siblings, he looked beautiful, with his hair perfectly straight. It was like it was permanantly hairsprayed onto his scalp, "Nah. If they decided to destroy us, more of them would've come. I bet some hellhounds just manage to get through."
"But those weren't hellhounds," Ian said, "They didn't look like them."
"Maybe it's just an obscere monster from a rarely-told myth. Just go to sleep. We're all trying to get some rest". He went out of sight.
Ian sighed and rolled back into bed. The fact that they weren't hellhounds bothered him.
OOC:
Go attack the cabin.
edited 27th Mar '11 6:08:53 PM by chihuahua0
Wilbur jumped back in surprise, dropping the package on the ground. He caught the Jakal's wepon with The Pulveriser. He then attempted to crush it with the mechanical hand's massive exertion of force. He picked up where he'd left off in the song. "One afternoon, Fredrick Worthington clocked into work."
"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probablyThe remaining Jackal that wasn't in combat charged into the Aphrodite cabin, throwing it's weapon around, aiming to strike any in sight.
The Jackal that attacked Wilbur would find it's ancient weapon had been crushed, it instead went to bite the demigod and scratch it with it's claws.
edited 27th Mar '11 6:10:27 PM by bamack1
Suddenly, the door burst open, and chaos broke loose.
There were a lot of screaming as the faux hellhound stomped around, swinging its weapon against the wall. It was definately not a hellhound.
Ian paniced. He bolted out of bed, adrinaline bursting through his veins. His heartbeat became faster. He hyperventilated.
The conselor charged at the mysterous dog-beast with a dagger, and attempted to stab it. However, it pushed him to the side with one hand.
Ian remembered that he brought his dagger and slingshot back to the cabin in his bag. He reached into it and pulled them up. Holding the hilt of the dagger in his palm, and the handle of the slingshot with the other, he clumsily aimed with a stone from his bed.
In a few seconds, one of his cabinmates might get hurt.
Wilbur winced, but tryed to ignore the scratches. He swung The Pulveriser at the Jackal with tremendous force. "He went to his station, not knowing the danger that lurked.
Yes, it's a steampunk band. And a damn good one.
edited 27th Mar '11 6:21:16 PM by Bindlestick
"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probablyThe monster was faster than he thought, so he miscalculated his shot. The next thing he knew, it was right next to him.
Without thinking, he rolled out of his bed, blankets and all, onto the monster's feet. He hit his head, wincing at the pain. People were now running around the place, going in several directions. The conselor managed to recover, and was charging again at the monster.
Ian reached for another rock and put it in the slingshot. He aimed at the chin of the monster.
Wilbur scowled. He clenched The Pulveriser. "He went to his station, not knowing the danger that lurked. He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine. but deep in the workings was something he had not forseen." He swung another punch at the Jakal.
"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probably

"No, I know what dogs your talking about. I'm afraid I can't tell you where Chiron is at the moment because I'm.." A cup of diet coke appeared and he started drinking it. He spoke whilst drinking, sounding as if underwater.
"Drinking this wonderful drink..."