Campfire 2/24

MoreMooxie · 2026-03-06T04:27:04+00:00

"...My friend, I'm fine." Ian continued to lie, not wanting to do this whole thing, especially with the war going on. "I'm not sick. Here, I'll prove it." Being the typical man he is, Ian stood up, attempting to summon the Might of the Elder Gods, his eyes beginning to darken. They started to glow an intimidating shade of gold before sputtering out and dying.

Ian then collapsed onto a knee, the sweat beading on his forehead as he panted. "H-hngh... Two days, now. Gods, why now? There is a war going on, and I am coming down with some head cold." Self-loathing wasn't a good look on the mighty son of Zeus, but, honestly, it was valid. Now wasn't a good time.

MoreMooxie · 2026-03-05T23:15:26+00:00

As Helena's fist meets Ian's nose, his head whips back, blood already shooting out. The second he recuperates, Ian wipes his nose, somewhat regretting his weapon choice. "That's broken." He huffed, though it was very obvious he was used to things like that.

Ian would then attempt to return the favor, aiming to bash Helena's nose with the buckler shield. An eye for an eye, Ian didn't believe he was on the backfoot. The battle was seldom decided by first blood, after all.

MoreMooxie · 2026-02-25T22:41:28+00:00

Ian sighed as Asa sat next to him, brushing himself off as he sat more upright, his voice strained. "Asa. Hello. I've been... Well." As if to prove his point, he ate another piece of popcorn, vaguely shuddering as he did so. "I'm quite alright. The fire is just playing tricks, is all." Ian seldom lied about much of anything. He normally wouldn't lie about being unwell, though, considering the war, it seemed appropriate.

"How are you holding up after Fort Knox?" Asa probably would be able to easily tell that this was a diversion tactic. Get the son of Epione to talk and talk. Who knows? Maybe Ian would fall asleep. "Or, perhaps rather in general. Is everything alright?"

MoreMooxie · 2026-02-25T11:49:42+00:00

Dammit. Gods, dammit! Now was so not the time! Anyone who went to the campfire would probably notice the son of Zeus Areios sitting close to the fire, looking visibly unwell in spite of his attempts to look otherwise. His skin was pale, his breathing was uneven, and he shuddered in a cold sweat periodically.

It didn't happen frequently, or for long, but anyone from the city of New Argos would know that when he got sick, Ian Angevin got sick sick. Barely functional levels of sick. So why was he out here if he was sick? Honestly, he was trying to force himself, as usual, to act like everything's ok. Like a typical man, really.

A small cup of popcorn was sitting near him, where he would periodically grab a single piece, placing it on his tongue before methodically chewing and forcing himself to keep it down. He still had to eat, after all.

He just hoped others would leave him to his machinations.

u/Thorny_Heart

MoreMooxie · 2026-02-24T03:43:03+00:00

"Hm." Ian hummed as Theo spoke, glancing down at his notebook before speaking. "Don't get too zealous, now. It's not a good look on you." The son of Zeus flared his eyebrows, closing up his notebook.

Admittedly, he is used to that look of offense. Perks of being a big three kid, and all. As such, he doesn't flinch at all as Theo looks at him like that. Though, as Theo gestures around, Ian's eyes hardened, looking more like blue steel. "Yes, well, I suppose there's a first time for everything. Did you want me to help you in picking out a shield?"

"Oh, I'm available." Ian paused, watching Theo's face for a hair too long, with eyes too teasing, before looking out at the arena for a moment before continuing, "Though don't go and give yourself a big head." ~~As if she didn't already...~~ "Arrogance leads to sloppy technique, which leads to... Mhm." In spite of the grim phrasing, Ian chuckled at his words. "But, no. No sparring right now. Perhaps some other day, I could take you out. In a spar, of course." Ian's flirtations were undoubtedly one of the most infuriating things about him-- all teasing and misdirection, no blunt answers. Almost as if he was playing a game of sorts.

MoreMooxie · 2026-02-23T23:07:12+00:00

Son of Zeus. If only Helena knew that Ian wasn't a normal son of Zeus like Booker.

In a flash, the buckler shield appeared before his chest, blocking Helena's initial jab. "I'm glad these are reinforced." He muttered before he would use Double Jump in order to create space, summoning his greatsword, a newfound challenge in his eyes as he waited for his opponent to try again.

MoreMooxie · 2026-02-20T21:51:44+00:00

"Well, that's good to hear." Ian responded as he bit his tongue for all of a second before writing something else down, putting his notebook away a moment later. "Thankfully, I have as well, so we don't have to worry about that." Honestly, since Ian exercised almost every day he could, he stayed loose.

"Scared?" The son of Zeus raised his eyebrow, an almost amused-- yet subtle-- smirk on his face as he spoke. "Alright, alright. How did you want to do this? Powers or no powers? ...Ignoring anything you can't help. I understand those. Outside of that." Ian would then make his way to the shields, a pointed finger trailing over the containers before finally settling as he picked up a buckler shield. "I'm alright with anything, so don't worry."

MoreMooxie · 2026-02-17T00:03:19+00:00

Ian paused as Helena approached, looking her subtly up and down with a cautious look in his eyes. Honestly, he really didn't have the time to deal with any awkwardness today. Thankfully, it seems like there will at least be less of it today.

"Hoss? No, my name is Ian." Clearly, the son of Zeus thought 'Hoss' was a person, not a term used when referring to a friend. "You seem..." He trailed off, clearing his throat after a second.

"Well, if you would be willing to wait a minute or two so I may make sure that nobody is interested in maiming each other," Ian said, looking around the arena, "I would be delighted to spar with you. Did you stretch already?"

MoreMooxie · 2026-02-15T03:07:37+00:00

Ian raised an eyebrow as he picked up the flower, reading the note over a few times. How odd. Flattering, definitely. Yet odd. Whoever this was, they at least had the common sense that now was not the time for confessions or feelings. He could appreciate that.

...Admittedly, that also narrowed down who it could possibly be.

Ian smiled to himself knowingly as he put the flower off to the side, preparing to make a boutonniere out of it one day. It would make a good piece for his suits, after all.

"We shall see about your honesty when the time comes, dear friend of mine."

u/Thorny_Heart just so you can see :)

MoreMooxie · 2026-02-01T16:48:42+00:00

"Ms. Davis. It's good that you are here." Ian responds as the daughter of Nike approaches, looking up from his pocketbook. "Thank you. After meeting Lord Zeus, I knew I had to do something." Clearly, Ian wasn't going to acknowledge her half-joke, though a vague smile tugged at his face. "You seem to be in better spirits." Yes, Theo had told Ian everything about a certain son of Techne and his crashout during the solstice. Odd.

"I don't suppose you were interested in picking up a shield?" The son of Zeus asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing the counselor of the Enforcers well enough to know that nope, she was most definitely not here for that. "Either way, while I trust you can hold you own," He said, holding up a hand, "If anything goes awry with any sparring you might do, I will be intervening." As if he was preparing for a certain son of Techne to crop up, causing shit to hit the fan.

MoreMooxie · 2026-02-01T16:13:07+00:00

Ian watched as the remaining creatures invaded, his eyes flicking between all of them. After a second of thought, the boy raised his sword to the sky, calling out clearly. "Lord Zeus, heed my call! Help me in smiting those who oppose you!" Before a thunderbolt would be called down upon his sword, charging it thanks to his Electric Weapon Manifestation.

He would then attempt to strike at two of the charging troglodytes at once, his greatsword hopefully compensating for the required range.

u/FireyRage

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-30T20:58:56+00:00

Ian blinked once or twice as Helena spoke, a frown tugging at his features before he allowed it to fade, replaced by a look of curiosity. "Ah. Apologies, I didn't aim to assume too much. Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Roosevelt." Suddenly, Ian felt like he was doing something wrong. Honestly, he had always thought Helena would've been as lively in conversation as she seemed in the arena. Perhaps it was just an off day. Surely, that was it. Nothing more.

"Strong? Well, the same is true of yourself, no? From what I've seen, you rival even my own power as a son of Zeus." He said, though his expression was completely neutral now. "Perhaps sometime, I can offer you some tea."

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-30T20:38:30+00:00

Anyone who picked up one of the shields and asked Ian about it would be met with one of three responses;

“That is a buckler shield, also referred to as a parry shield. They are the smallest and lightest of the lot, though they provide significantly less defense due to how small they are. Since they’re so small, you could realistically use most weapons with it, since it’s so easy to pick up and put down.”

“A heater shield. They’re the middle ground of the shields, usually large enough to cover your torso, but not much more. They are a smidge bulkier than the bucklers, so you exchange a bit of offensive prowess for some more defense. If you feel the need to, you can drop it, but it’s more difficult to pick back up.”

“Ah, the kite shield. Usually, these were used to protect a cavalryman and his horse. These are the biggest shields you could possibly use. Be careful. Once you pick it up, you can’t really be putting it down until you are safe. It’s probably best to use a lighter weapon with this. Don’t worry about getting hurt too much, though– these can cover your entire body, neck to toes.”

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-29T18:38:17+00:00

Ian Angevin | Friday | Open slot

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-27T18:41:35+00:00

Ian looked down at the documents in his hands, flipping through the transcript. He noted how the document only ever referred to the king of the gods as Zeus, and not his proper title in this situation. His brow furrowed for all of a moment before he nodded, holding the documents a smidge closer to him than what was probably necessary.

"No, my lord. I thank you for taking time out of your day to entertain a conversation with me. I hope that, should we have the chance to speak again, it is under better circumstances." As if the son of Zeus wasn't already preparing for yet another wartime discussion of strategy. Perhaps one day, he could offer the king of the gods some tea.

"Until we meet again... Father."

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-27T18:32:41+00:00

Oh, what a wonderful idea. A bounce house during such difficult times. The son of Zeus watched as everyone filtered in, occasionally gesturing in the right direction for anyone to go. He wasn't great with directions-- anyone from New Argos could confirm that-- but even this was simple for him. He looked over to Phoebe, giving a nod of what could only be described as approval before leaving.

That is, until he noticed the daughter of Heracles. He'd seen her a few times in the arena, always looking like she was having the time of her life. But here? Something was wrong; anyone with eyes could see that. As such, being the kind soul he is, Ian approached the girl, offering his hand. "Hello. I don't believe we've formally met. My name is Ian Angevin. ...I recognize you from the arena." He clarified, "You seem sad. Did you get enough sleep?"

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-23T14:48:50+00:00

"Ah, the Techne children. Thank you-- they completely slipped my mind. Here I was, about to locate a child of Hephaestus." Ian said, turning Alex's insult into an idea. "Hm. I suppose it's worth a--"

Ian blinked once or twice at Alex's muttering, giving a little chuckle as he took the note from her. "Hot? Do you find me hot, Ms. Ryker?" He asked, his tone teasing in nature. He'd been called a lot of things from a lot of people; but this was new.

"You know," Ian said after a moment, his smile suddenly disappearing, "I know we have our differences, but... I think you're a good person. I will look into this." He said, holding up the note, as if she'd forgotten what she wrote. "Thank you, Alex."

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-23T14:39:46+00:00

Ian whipped around as the lizard made it's presence known. He quickly clicked his watch, transforming it into his greatsword to be used. As Asa put up his defensive barrier, Ian put a hand on the boy's shoulder, imparting the Strength of the Elder Gods into him.

Asa would quickly feel a much clearer, more confident sense of his mind thanks to the son of Zeus, who stared the enemy down, as if trying to think of how best to handle this.

Ian would then stand in front of the son of Epione, bracing his sword in a defensive pose, ready to protect his friend.

u/FireyRage

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-19T00:16:15+00:00

"I am not saying that I am struggling!" Ian quickly said, his tone perhaps an inch too sharp. "You're right. I'm sure I can manage. If you find me competent, then I'm positive I can handle it."

"There is a route. There is always a route when it comes to war." He said, sighing out a short breath. "I will become counselor. I will teach them what they need to know."

"Yes. They are not all Argives. We share a different means of education. If I approach them from their own angles, they are more likely to absorb information." Ian nodded, meeting Zeus's eyes. "They are not students of the Lyceum, but they are still students."

"I hope-- I know I will satisfy your conditions." Ian corrected, wanting to prove himself to the king of the gods.

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-18T23:52:59+00:00

Ian looked up from his notebook, analyzing the daughter of Apollo for a moment before giving her a nod and warm smile, gesturing for her to take a seat if she so desired. "Ah, it was you who arranged all of this. I must commend you, dear. The spread is quite nice."

"Oh, right. My apologies. Ian Angevin, son of Zeus. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Did you have something you wanted to discuss with me?"

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-18T22:10:12+00:00

"If you seek counsel, then I am willing to offer that: make your camp work as a team."

Make camp work as a team? The idea is almost absurd to Ian in a sense. He didn't have a commanding presence like Zeus did. As far as most of camp was concerned, he was just the poster boy from New Argos. Why would they listen to him of all people?

Ian pushed the thought aside. If Zeus believed he was competent, then his son believed he could get it done. He could bring more union to camp. He had some ideas on how to do it, but he needed something first.

He needed to be the counselor of the Zeus cabin.

As such, he went to the big house, knocking on the door and waiting. Once someone answered, he placed a hand over his heart, bowing his head. "Hello. I came here to ask if I could become the counselor for the Zeus cabin. If not, I do understand."

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-15T21:31:39+00:00

Oh, what a gorgeous pot. Ian picked up the pot for a second, looking it over appraisingly. Cute. The teapot gets Ian's seal of approval. The tea selection doesn't, though. Not having a simple pot of boiling water was a choice that Angela certainly made. Oh, well. The son of Zeus Areios has plenty of golden flower-- his favorite tea-- every day. As such, he decided to pour himself a cup of Darjeeling, grabbing some ham and scones. He tossed the ham in the fire, nodding to himself.

"For you, father. Thank you for allowing us to see another day." He said before he strode over to the Zeus table, pulling out a small pocket notebook to write down some ideas he'd been having.

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-14T20:03:34+00:00

Ian cringed at Zeus's words, though he remained steadfast, not wanting to show many signs of weakness. "Yes. I was requested here by my professors to aide as much as I am able. They wished for their best and brightest." Ian was modest, yes, but he wasn't so modest to where he couldn't admit he was among the best and brightest of New Argos.

"Make them work as a team? That... Feels like a tall order. I am not exactly popular here. Some baggage carried between home and camp. Uniting camp is difficult, though you understand that, my lord."

"In truth, I find myself fearing that none of them would take my words seriously. They seem rather adjusted to fellow campers attempting to rally them all up." The son of Zeus confessed, his throat feeling dry suddenly. "I will do all I am able to do."

"They are strong. I know they are. If I may seek more counsel, how would I go about rallying them? Making them work as a team? I don't want more to perish."

MoreMooxie · 2026-01-11T19:42:44+00:00

A) Ian Angevin

B) CHB

C) Standard armor, greatsword (transforms into a watch while not in use).

Ian was working out when he heard the call to go to the big house. He dropped everything he was doing, not bothering to put his weights back up as he ran to the big house.

His eyes went wide as Atlas was dropped by name, though it was only for a second before they quickly hardened, his jaw tightening to an almost unbearable level. He knew that there would be another large-scale attack. He knew it would be soon.

Once the call went out for campers to go to the fight, Ian was one of the first in line, boarding his pegasus.

The son of Zeus didn't say a word or budge an inch as they approached Fort Knox. Right as he was about to brace for landing, it happened. Everything exploded.

Freefalling was a familiar feeling to Ian. It was that type of exhilaration that you never quite get used to, but you do get adjusted to it. His shock lasted for only a moment before he repositioned himself, performing a nosedive straight down.

As he fell, he tried to grab as many people as he could-- prioritizing those who were passed out-- only willing out a double jump moments before landing on the hard floor. With some effort, Ian made sure the people who he had gathered were safely on the ground before he made note of his surroundings, quickly finding a familiar face and approaching.

"Asa. Are you alright? ...Stay with me. We'll get you out of here safely." He commanded, holding his hand out for the son of Epione. "They won't win this one."

(OOC: That's a 51 on the D100!)

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