J.R. simply nods. “Very well. I suppose you can call me J.R.” She sighs and looks through her messenger bag for a lock to toy with.

He backs away from the group, drawing his scythe.

Out on the road that skirted the edge of the surrounding woods of the Camp a huge Limo Escalade stopped and 4 men with no necks and and the air of biker's dressed formally stepped out surrounding the now open door.

"Lilly my darling you know I wish you could stay and that you didn't have to hide in some place they said I couldn't even inspect..." said her dad as he held her in an embrace so tight she wondered if he'd ever release her.

Finally pushing him off Lilith looked into her dad's eyes "You know why dad, you are mortal and I am not really sure what I am" she kissed his cheeks then a daughterly kiss on his lips before she exercised her new found talent of voice.

"Dad please don't worry just think of this as your Lilly going to college and that here she'll be safe" she said in a soothing tone surprised still how easy it was to calm her dad an wishing she could do the same for herself.

"Okay Baby I know I've been silly insisting I see you as far as I can to this place" he said looking out the door and past his entourage guards at what looked like the wilderness to him almost breaking the spell of her voice. "Still wish I could see you all the way to the gate"

She kissed his cheeks one more time as she fought back the tears that threatened "Daddy I love you" was the last thing she said before grabbing a hiking pack half her size and securing her guitar to the back and heading off on a barely visible trail.

The woods she walked through felt strange after growing up in the mountains of Montana but the sounds of nature filling the air around her made it feel less lonely than the open and empty terrain of the ranch.

Gabriel looks over at the group with a bit of a passive glare, irritated. But he schools his expression back to something a bit more amiable and shakes his head. There’s something to be said about the orderliness of Camp Jupiter- something like this would be taken care of by now.
He rises and walks quietly over to Devan, standing a little way off. He speaks in that thick Scandinavian accent, lowly, a bit condescendingly, like reassuring a spooked animal or a child. “Why don’t you put that down? There’s no need to go waving weapons around. No one’s going to attack you.”

Lyn stands, edging over to the newcomer. He pulls his bun down in one smooth movement, running fingers through his hair, and reties it in a low ponytail. A nervous movement, maybe, or habit. “You’re a healer? What are you here at the camp for?”

J.R. stands aside from the group, and gives Tony a nasty, yet subtle side-eye. “What do you think gives you the right to go around healing people when they don’t ask for it?”

Ivy follows an oddly friendly man on the street, who turned out to be not human, to a camp hidden in some trees. Supposedly for other ‘special people’, such as herself. She fingers her necklace nervously, and watches some campers struggle to carry a redheaded girl. After offering to look her over, and being rudely rebutted, she makes her way to a campfire. She frowns and sighs, and decides to ask a boy with brown hair in a low ponytail, Llewelyn, for directions. “Excuse me? Do you know where I’m supposed to go? I just got here.”

Tony looked at Lyn " well like I've been saying I've had visions and my goddess led me here. " he said smiling cheerfully. "well so that prophecy happened and such so I think we should do something though you don't have to follow it you don't want." he said then scratched his head and began to walk to the exit of camp.

Damien had watched the whole exchange with a sense of aloofness. Camp Jupiter was so much more orderly and it made his OCD not act up. Looking at all the chaos and then the leaving kid he decided to go cause why not, it seemed interesting and he needed the peace and quiet. " I'll come with" he said grabbing his silver hunting knife and bow. Running up beside Tony he sighed in relief then hiked his bow up on his shoulder.

He spins his scythe. "I'll put it down when I feel safe. Right now? I'd rather keep it out." He slings it onto his back, where it sticks without a sheath.

Arty sighs as she looks at Devon. She sighs as she looks At the new girl....a Cute red head. She sees Some one else has got it taken care of and then sighs as she looks around. "Eh....might as Well hop onto the band wagon...." She said as she smiled. "You got yourself a volunteer!" se called out to tony. She walked up and smiled.

As Tony leads the way to the camp's exit, Darya falls in step next to him. "Where to? I assume you have transportation, but if necessary, the camp would probably provide a boat." She seems confident, as if this isn't her first voyage.
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Reagan is so fucking confused. There's so many people and they all seem scared or pissed off or indifferent and he's just-
Oh, that one's leaving? Alrighty. Great. What the fuck didn't he just get here?!
Whatever. It's fine.
Maybe he should just go with them. None of them seem like they can be trusted to stay together long enough, but he's shit at that too, so whatever. Whatever. He bolts to the Hermes cabin and fills a bag with whatever he thinks necessary, and then a little.

Gabriel sees Damien leaving and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, kid. Fine. Don't be surprised when other people don't feel safe around you spinning your scythe over here, either, though. Trust is a two-way street. I'm going with my campmate. Good luck."
And he sets off after Damien, bussing a light jog to catch up.

Llewellyn nods, humming. "I'll come with. Sounds spooky, though."
He turns to Ivy, brows raising. "Hmm? Oh, I- no, I'm new, too. I'm following-" he gestures unhelpfully at Tony's retreating form. "I'm not sure what's happening. But following that guy feels like my best plan right now, so I'm doing that. Uh."

J.R. follows Tony. “I suppose I’m coming too.” She massages her head. “Ugh, too much talking. Where are we going anyway?”

Ivy grins. “Sounds like fun. Mind if I join you?”

As Lily walked the wooded trail she recalled how her dad had tried to delay bringing her here to this place called Camp Halfblood and how she was sure that it was her gran who caused his toilet to become a geyser and she giggled remembering how he’d come out of his room sputtering and demanded she get ready to go. He looked like a survivor of drowning his long blond hair a mess and dripping along with his clothing. Then there was the trip here with him sulking because he couldn’t get his way, something he was so used to receiving. Lucky for her that he calmed and made peace with things so they could have a touching father daughter chat. He was repetitive but he always was when he was emotional; she thought it was because he so often had used her as his anchor when he thought the world was against him and now he couldn’t.

He had played her a song he’d written just for her using the Martin D-41 he’d bought her for her birthday which while a lovely instrument she thought he’d been extravagant as usual when it came to her like her eventing mount Summer’s Dream who’d cost 175,000 and she’d had to spend 5 weeks training so she wouldn’t be riding a jumpy purebreed. The song she had made him promise to put on his next album and as an acoustic saying she knew he’d written it for her and that the song was therefore her’s and she wanted to share it with his fans; it was tough being the only family of a self absorbed rockstar but she knew how to manipulate him so well.

Pausing on her hike Lily looked around herself wondering just how far she’d have to walk before she found the Camp then she saw she was already there or at least near because she saw a group walking near her so she ran to catch up her nearly 50 pound pack and guitar bouncing on her back.

He scoffs softly, and his eyes smolder for a moment. "I'm never safe. Even when I'm here, I'm shunned. Might as well let others know not to mess with me." He glares at the Ares kids as he says this.

Arty smiles and then heads to her cabin and grads her things, She leaves her surfboard leaning against the wall, She looks throw everything and packs her back pack, puts a dress on and smiles as she walks out following the group. She looks at the new red haired girl, She smiles and waves. She silently follows.

Tony looked at the people who were following him and cheerfully smiled then turned around " so does anyone have money for a bus or? Because for me to open a portal I need an Egyptian artifact " he says his eyes lingering on the pink haired boy before looking at everyone else.

Damien looks through his pockets [color=silver] " well I have denarii but mortals don't take that in America " he said looking at the friendly kid . " he must be a monster no one is this friendly " he muttered to himself

Darya huffs quietly and slows her pace, falling to the back of the group. Silently observing each of the quest members, she watches as an unfamiliar girl came jogging up. Although her stuffed pack and sudden appearance indicated that she'd been travelling, the blonde seemed to not have a hair out of place. Maybe a daughter of Aphrodite? Interesting.
She pulls out a tiny notepad and thumbs through it, settling on a page and jotting down a brief note on each of the new individuals.
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Reagan rifles through his pockets. "Yeah! How much do we need?" he calls to Tony, pulling out a handful of crumpled tens and a few coins of various origins. He nimbly catches a euro coin just before it hits the ground. "Wait, American or other?"

Llewellyn smiles back, nodding. “I don’t see why not. Not like anyone’s policing the group. Come on!”

“Suit yourself. Don’t blame everyone else for not trusting you when you act like a tetchy dickhead, though. It’s not on them to cater to y-“ and feeling eyes on him, Gabriel snaps his gaze around to look; seems it was just the Irish kid. Huh.
He settles into a walk near the back of the group, footsteps fast but utterly quiet. He pushes up his sleeves and tucks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, running his thumb over the edge of a little golden keychain.

JR watches the group from the back, mildly amused when a guy with pink hair joins her in the back. He doesn’t seem to pay attention to her, so she just keeps on walking.

Ivy laughs a little. “Okay okay I’m coming.” She follows Llewelyn, and, seeing some movement in her peripheral vision, awkwardly waves back to a girl with long dark blue hair. Did she know her from somewhere or something?

They were and interesting group but one of them was carrying one of those things normally associated with the Grim Reaper; a scythe.

She didn't know exactly what was going on but she did know that she was in the company of others like herself so tagging along even weighted down by her Gossamer Gear Mariposa 60 liter pack which she'd carried through the Bitterroot Mountains last year.

She heard some of them talking among themselves saying such things as; "Yeah! How much do we need?, Wait, American or other?, I don’t see why not. Not like anyone’s policing the group. Come on!, Suit yourself. Don’t blame everyone else for not trusting you when you act like a tetchy dickhead, though. It’s not on them to cater to y-," and the guy with the scythe said; "This is a huge group for a quest, don't you think?"

It seemed a bit strange that she felt this was the time to follow these people whom she'd never met before but as she did she remembered the myths and legends of the Argonauts and all the Demigods; Achilles, Aeneas, Asclepius, Heracles, Minos, Phlegyas, Perseus, Ino, Atalanta, and Helen as well as so many others. Some had formed groups like the Argonauts or some other heroic group and those that went it alone like any loner fought odds with little or no help; she was betting on the idea that a group always stood a better chance; plus she had hoped this wasn't going to be one of those camps for fragile pampered kids.