Arty sighs. She looks at the girl. She practically ignores her, for the time being. "BREATH." she said to him as she looked at him. "DEEP BREATHS CALM DOWN." she said as she waited.

After finishing up a light training regiment, Darya had been sitting towards the edge of the group, politely clapping along with the songs. When the griffin deposited a stuttering Irish boy, she was torn between confronting the possible threat and maintaining the piece. With a glance towards the burning scythe on Devon's part, she steps towards him, blocking him from Artemis's wrath and a large portion of the campers. Pointedly keeping her hand away from the pommel of her sword, which now sits comfortably at her hip, she addresses the almost-incoherent boy. "Slow down, irlandese. What is this?"
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Reagan is not pleased. They were having a great time, just singing and hanging out, and chaos broke out. Again. As attention shifts towards the Irish kid, Reagan scans the crowd. They notice Devon's mounting panic and slowly make their way towards him. "Hey, Schatten, you okay?" they ask quietly. "You're making a couple people nervous with the fire and whatnot, but if you feel safer with it going, keep it up."

He takes a shuttering breath, and the fire slowly dims, but he doesn't put his scythe away. "S-sorry. I've spent the past three months under constant attack, all the yelling and panicking has me on edge."

Gabriel was minding his own business, frankly. Is that so bad? He had his head down and eyes forward, listening to the flow of conversation around him and nodding along politely. No input was needed, so he stayed quiet.
But then the griffin came and fucked all that up. Now look at them. Some kid's having a fucking panic attack in the corner.
And he's staring
Very
Hard
At the Irish kid.
He sheathes his sword and shakes his head, sitting back down with a huff.

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Llewellyn doesn't know what's happening. The evening had been fine. Peachy, even. And then some kid had fallen out of the sky on a huge bird griffin thing. It's all so weird.
So he stays back, unclaimed yet, with the Hermes kids, and watches things unfold.
There's a guy quietly losing his mind a little bit away. It might be cause for concern, but there are enough people around him that Llewellyn might've just been getting in the way. He stays put.

Arty sighs and then looks at the Irish kid. "Ok...One...What is your name?" she asks as she puts a hand on her hip. Her other hand is hanging to the side. She as a bit of an annoyed looks in her face as she waits.

Tony calms down enough so that his Irish accent is still strong but he can now be understood. He then goes on to tell him about his dreams he and some hosts had , he himself had dreams of symbols , water , death, war, the moon , theft . He then turned to the silver haired kid and nodded speaking in Mandarin chinese. Damien then looked confused " uhh dude I'm from California " . Tony apologized and then looked at the Oracle . "hey you're in my dreams too, oh uhh names Tony by the way" he said to her and then arty.

The Oracle nodded" yes I've been having visions too " she said before her back went up straight and green smoke billowed out of her mouth as a raspy snakelike voice said. "Thy was born in fire and brimstone and hath been finished since thy dawn of thou earth and thy prophecy shalt be fulfilled through the unveiling of what was hidden" she said before passing out.

He backs away from Rachel, terrified of the girl who just started spewing green smoke and prophecies. "W-what was that?" His hands begin smoldering, the darkness around him writhing. He slowly slides over to Nico, the only one who appears to know anything about his strange powers.

JR frowns and catches the strange girl that had... she doesn’t even know what just happened, and sets the girl down with mounting caution. She glances at the boy with the black manbun that had stayed back with her and her half siblings. “Good gods. Can someone with some semblance of sanity explain what the hell just happened? Is there such a person here?”

Arty quickly Catches Rachel and sighs. Se smiles at the other girl and then says "Some one take her to the Infirmary..." she said as she handed her off to a few other Campers. She then looked at Tony. "Im Artemis..." she said her mind reeling. outwardly she was calm....inside was a different.

Darya starts towards Rachel as she freezes, but when J.R. and Artemis both do the same, she turns back to Tony. "Careful with profiling. Who is your godly connection? You spoke of other 'hosts,' so I assume there are more of you," she says, scanning him from head to toe. "On second thought, . . ." she trails off, musing on the circumstances. Suddenly spinning on her heel, she starts walking briskly towards her cabin.
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Reagan nods sympathetically to Devon's comment. "Yeah, I get where you're coming from. It's pretty intense." They watch the prophecy exchange, but when Devon slides away, they turn back with a concerned look. "Do you need to get out of here?" they ask Devon, then shift to Nico. "Do you . . . ?" They seem at a bit of a loss for what to do.

J.R. watches the events unfold with a furrowed brow. She watches Rachel being carried away to the infirmary, and then she watches the exchanges. She decides to watch the two sons of Hades, and be prepared to follow should one of them leave.

Arty looks at Devon and sighs. She quickly walks up to him and gently pats him on the back. "your Ok your good...." she said to him.

He shudders, and sighs. "S-sorry. Large groups make me anxious."

J.R. leaves the group and approaches the boy with the thick Irish accent. “So.. exactly what is going on? And where did the Gryffin come from?”

Arty smiles a soft warm smile. "I used to be the same way love....Deep Breaths....ok...In throw your mouth out thro your nose." she said

He lets out a heavy breath, eyes closed.

Tony looks at the injured campers and walks up to the one with the blue hair , he pushed up his glasses and his eyes turned orange as he channeled the power of sekhmet "hmm let's see here" he said his voice coming out as a mixture of his own and the goddess's. Upon examining the blue haired girl he found that she had some Broken ribs, a Broken ankle, and Wrist, as well as a Massive cut along her back and a cut on her upper leg. [color=orange] You will be slapped. sekhmet told Tony who just chuckled. He then bent down and planted a kiss on the blue haired girls ribs causing them to begin to heal he did the same thing too all of her injuries .

Tony then looked at the girl with the glass eye. "hmm can't heal that' they said we they touched the glass eye , they being him and sekhmet. He then sensed that she had a scar across the left side of her face as well as being over her eye and had a limp after kissing her leg with the limp , healing it and kissing her scars healing those as well he stepped away his eyes turning to their normal emerald green color a tiny grin on his face, personally he liked the reaction to his healing style he thought it added a level of personality and personal feeling , though half of the time he was beat up at sekhmets protests for the kisses.

(Skemats right XD)

Arty looked at Tony. She quickly backed away but bumped against a tree. She gulped. She then watched as he kissed her and then turned bright red. When he got done she Slapped him as hard as she could. "PERVERT!" she said to him then walked off.

J.R takes a deep breath when the strange boy with multiple voices touches her glass eye. “Your lucky I’m feeling generous,” she says sweetly, and then she casually approaches him up close. “And if you tell anyone about my eye, I will be your personal hell,” she murmurs. Then she backs away with a relaxed smile. “Could I at least get your name first?”

Tony rubbed his cheek and just chuckled to himself muttering things in irish by the time his hand was off his face the slap mark was gone . He then shrugged when the girl with the glass eye asked for his name after she had threatened him. " yeah sure the names Tony. " He said and then did his healing process. "alright all healed!" he said happily before throwing up a peace sign. why couldn't you take my warrior path? sekhmet sighed. 'cause from what I hear your warrior side is a bloodthirsty lunatic' he thought back happily