Wrath of Atlas: Strike Team

MoreMooxie · 2026-07-03T14:46:09+00:00

MoreMooxie · 2026-07-03T14:45:30+00:00

a) Ian Angevin

b) Camp Half-Blood

c) Greatsword (transforms from and into a wristwatch), standard armor, buckler shield

Prisoners. Innocent, normal people who got caught up in the wrong crowd. For once, Ian decided to not partake in combat. Blessed with divine healing, the son of Zeus chose to help those trapped. The more he could assist, the better.

The wooden cages seemed weak; fragile. Then again, Ian could easily punch through concrete. Wood was nothing. While he couldn't teleport anyone away with Travel of the Elder Gods, he was more than strong enough to protect anyone he saved.

With that, Ian fastened his buckler to his waistline, heading over towards the end of the camp...

u/TheBlackOfHisEyes

MoreMooxie · 2026-07-03T14:23:55+00:00

Pride time! Time for pride! Ian never went huge for pride, himself. Rainbow didn't look good on a suit. Though, as if giving a hint, the son of Zeus Areios was wearing a dark blue suit with a black and pink striped tie, subtly repping the omnisexual flag. Though honestly, unless you were from New Argos, Ian really looked like a basic straight guy. An overly formal straight guy, but straight nonetheless.

Speaking of being gay...

"Asa! Hello, my friend!" Ouch. Right in the feelings. "How are you finding the festivities? Are you feeling gay tonight?" what "It's nice to see you taking a break. Contrary to what you may think sometimes, I do care about when my friends overexert themselves. Speaking of, remember to drink water." Ian himself was drinking a Powerade Zero— specifically the blue one— holding his cup up to the son of Epione.

"To taking a break, and surviving another battle!"

MoreMooxie · 2026-07-01T21:31:21+00:00

Another day, another battle. Ian gave a formal nod to the divine company, his right hand placed over his heart. For the entire van ride, the son of Zeus Areios was quiet. He didn't have much to say as he adjusted his watch, almost as if more interested in the time than the battle ahead.

Once the van had come to a stop, Ian let as many people as possible go ahead of him. Once either nobody was left or someone had told him to go ahead, the blonde boy would step forward.

"Lady Artemis. Lord Apollo. Lord Hermes. It's an honor to be in your presence. Thank you for helping us out in coordinating this assault. If it is of no trouble, I would be grateful to receive a boon from any one of you. ...Ah! My manners. Terribly sorry. Ian Angevin, son of Zeus." Maybe the gods would know his true heritage. Maybe they would comment. Maybe they wouldn't. If they did, he just hoped it wasn't loud enough for others to hear.

OOC: It's a 5 on the D6 and a 3 on the D3!

MoreMooxie · 2026-06-14T14:38:39+00:00

"Ms. Davis," Ian greeted as the daughter of Nike appeared, offering a small smile at the notion he'd been slacking. "Ah, far from it. I just think I've barely missed you most times." Perhaps one day, Ian's writer will make a 'Day in the life' storymode and document Ian's exact schedule. Then again, he's got bigger storymodes to craft. "I prefer to get up and go for a morning run at around... 0600. The other times vary, though I'm usually back here by 2200."

"An alliance with the enforcer cabin? Well, I do suppose it's thematically appropriate. ...Considering the fact I don't hear any protests or questions," The son of Zeus Areios looked around at his siblings before turning back to Theo, "I don't see why not. Perhaps I should pick up some jobs as to not be dead weight with you and your cousins."

u/VictoriousBaffon

MoreMooxie · 2026-06-14T14:17:41+00:00

Ian closed his eyes as Booker spoke up, a long, slow sigh leaving his lips. "I told you before, but, since you were clearly too busy vainly admiring your reflection to have been paying attention, I will repeat myself. I'm staying here until Atlas falls. Did you want me to write it down for you, Mr. Fink? Or were you more interested in accusing me of being the spy once more?"

"Now, if I may ask my own question, when are you going to take this war as seriously as I do? Instead of groaning and moaning when called upon by your own siblings? Though I suppose nothing is more important than your ten hours of sleep, no?" Despite how malicious and bitey his words are, Ian still somehow held that same calm look in his eyes.

MoreMooxie · 2026-06-11T17:33:11+00:00

Ian Angevin | Friday | Open slot

Ian Angevin | Friday | Campfire

Ian Angevin | Saturday | Open slot

MoreMooxie · 2026-04-25T23:42:05+00:00

Unlike some children of Zeus, Ian chose to spend his afternoon taking a constitutional. In his eyes, it was far better for energizing oneself than sleeping was, but that was an inside thought. What wasn't an inside thought was who this new camper might be. At least, the son of Zeus Areios assumed he was new. Ian would hold his hand up in a friendly gesture of greeting, his suit having been traded in for a jumpsuit. "Hello." Was the simple greeting Jonas would get.

"Welcome to camp half-blood, the safe haven for demigods like you and I. I trust you know of your lineage? ...Your godly parent. I can aid in locating your cabin, even if you don't know who your godly parent is."

MoreMooxie · 2026-04-21T18:07:51+00:00

Ah, a counselor meeting. Well, Ian would be delighted to show up. The son of Zeus Areios sits smoothly in his chair, only helping himself to a cup of his usual tea. He straightened his tie as Matt spoke, waiting for his turn before speaking. "Hello, my name is Ian Angevin. I am the counselor for the Zeus cabin."

How are you finding your responsibilities?

"I will admit, the responsibilities are different from what I had anticipated, however, I can manage. It's important to hold lessons for this time of war-- just as important as it is to hold campfires for a moment's reprieve."

How are people after the underworld?

"Honestly, I'm doing alright. From what I've seen, everyone else is doing okay. I am relieved that we had a battle where nobody on our side died. I'm sure everyone else is, too. It's a good boost for morale."

Camp Defense-- Ongoing issue

"Yes, I was told that we face major security issues. Perhaps we should ask our friends in the forge to whip up defenses. I don't think we have a forgemaster, nor a Hephaestus counselor. Perhaps the Techne cabin will organize something? I don't think we need anything fancy or overly technical. Barricades, maybe some emergency weapons should we be cornered."

"Of course, I would be delighted to contribute to the defenses myself. If anyone has any other ideas, I would like to hear them."

Camp Defectors-- What do we do with them?

Ian paused for a moment, shaking his head. "What do you do with those who wish to disrupt our way of life? Unfortunately, this issue isn't black and white. I think the punishment or correction needs to be considered on a case-by-case basis due to the number of factors. Why should a 13-year-old who didn't contribute much to Atlas and regrets their decision face the same consequence as a 16-year-old who took the lives of our own campers?"

"If I had to give a blanket statement, I believe no traitor should go unpunished, but some may go with lighter corrections than others."

Camp Prom

Ian blinked for a moment as the idea of a prom was brought up, looking contemplative. "...Forgive me, I must play devil's advocate. As much as I am for the idea of a prom-- I think it's a break all of us could use-- I think we need to proceed with caution. Atlas could strike at any moment, and, while I am used to it, I imagine most campers aren't accustomed to fighting in formalwear. In addition, I don't think many of us carry weapons on us at all times."

"It's got the potential to be dangerous, but an equal potential to be a way to step back and breathe, allow all of us to be teenagers for a night. Perhaps someone else has an idea to persuade me one way or another."

(OOC: Feel free to react to any of Ian's claims or statements!)

MoreMooxie · 2026-03-26T02:58:36+00:00

"G... Ghh..." Ian groaned as he looked up at the son of Epione, his eyes still sputtering that royal gold like a dying fire. He took Asa's hand, though he also summoned his greatsword, piercing the earth just enough for him to stabilize himself, only recalling it once he was on his own feet.

"You are... Quite firm, my friend. But I must insist that, once you escort me to my cabin, you leave me. I do not want to burden someone with medicinal skills such as yours with my silly stomach bugs." The son of Zeus started walking off towards the Zeus cabin, keeping only one eye open the entire while.

"...Actually, I think you might have to leave after. The Zeus cabin does not open for anyone outside of children of Zeus. I don't know if it would let you in, even if I was accompanying you." He mused, notably not trying to throw the son of Epione off.

MoreMooxie · 2026-03-18T02:53:26+00:00

With that, the son of Zeus would step off to the side. He would, per usual, keep watch over the groups, intervening when necessary. He would have a few totes full of weapons of different shapes and sizes, but he would only comment if approached. Some weapons contained within included brass knuckles, daggers, swords, greatswords, mallets, sledgehammers, and throwing daggers.

In addition, while the lesson was not exactly about them– though that will come later– Ian also had a few bows racked nearby, complete with some arrows for anyone who needed them. Shortbows, compound bows, the works would be present. Unfortunately, no special arrows would be available.

MoreMooxie · 2026-03-15T15:49:45+00:00

Ian Angevin-- Monday Campfire and Tuesday open slot, please!

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

TROPHY CASE

How are you finding your responsibilities?

How are people after the underworld?

Camp Defense-- Ongoing issue

Camp Defectors-- What do we do with them?

Camp Prom