Tempest Truett

Tempest's had a look of delight as she heard Alexia approach from behind. The tone of her voice, calm but with a hint of urgency was exactly what Tempest had been hoping to hear. She turned around, a mischievous smirk on her lips. "Alexia, hearing you ask for help with revenge is such a sweet sound. I've been waiting for the day someone like you walks over to the dark side," Tempest said with irony, but her eyes were still observant. She was both excited and cautious. Alexia, for all her gentle personality, had a determined look that suggested there was more to her than meets the eye. Tempest felt the satisfying thrill of a new game; this was a puzzle waiting to be solved, and the stakes made it all the more fun. Standing up straight, she let her back slide away from the tree and took a few steps toward Alexia, her eyes locked on the other demigod. "But before we go plotting and scheming, you should know, revenge is a delicate art. And once you start down this path, there's no turning back." Tempest said, her voice low and serious, almost like a whisper. Her excitement was mixed with a note of caution; revenge was her playground, and she knew its dangers well. The last thing she wanted was to drag Alexia into something she wasn't fully prepared for. But oh, how she looked forward to showing Alexia a new side of herself. "So, your note said something about revenge on an ex lover who hurt you? What exactly did he do? Give me the detail and we will plan something appropriate for his crime" she grinned.

Feeling her composure slip for just a moment under Henry's probing gaze, Tempest quickly masked her unease with a flash of a smile. "Scared of anyone? Henry you're such a joker. I just like to keep tabs on the competition, that's all." She delivered the line with a lightness she didn't entirely feel, hiding the momentary jolt of concern behind a façade of casual bravado. That moment with the Phobos camper had rattled her, but she'd be damned if she let it crack her exterior for long. She shifted her focus back to their light-hearted plotting. "Hermes would be a delightful challenge, yes. It's like playing chess with someone who actually knows how to play chess. And as for these would-be heroes," she gestured broadly to the camp around them, "I'm convinced half of them would die from an accidental paper cut before even setting foot on a quest." The mention of raging hormones and woodland quickies made her roll her eyes. "Well, if the battlefield doesn't kill them, their drama just might." There was an unspoken understanding between Tempest and Henry about intimacy, one that Tempest had never felt the need to put into words. Unlike many campers who found themselves entangled in the labyrinth of romantic escapades, Tempest had always been a pragmatic lover at best. She never gave herself to whimsy unless it could be weaponized, or if the power dynamic shifted in her favor only and even then, it was fleeting. Simply put, when it came to sex Tempest always came out on top. Turning back to Henry, "So, what's our next move? I've heard rumblings of a certain Tyche girl in need of some 'help'. Apparently her cabin leader is a rather huge bore and in need of pranking. Doesn't seem like there's much 'vengeance' or 'justice' to be had but could make for a fun distraction. The meeting is tomorrow if you're down?"

Tempest chuckled at Henry's audacity, finding her bravado both amusing. "Samantha, eh? Good choice. She could do with a little ruffling. You know she hates to be called Sam right? If you ever want to get under her skin," Tempest stated. The idea of Henry getting into the Aphrodite cabin's bathroom also drew an appreciative grin. "Ah, havoc in the house of beauty? Now you're speaking my language." Tempest felt a sense of rare joy in that moment, as though they were comrades preparing for a playful war. Here with Henry, she could plan out the most chaotic pranks and know she had a willing accomplice, one who could match her in audacity and wit. In a world where everyone wore some kind of mask, here was someone who stripped all pretense away. And for that, Tempest was uncharacteristically grateful. "Me, prank Zeus? Oh, you give me too much credit. Although—" Her eyes momentarily darted to the side, catching sight of a certain Phobos camper walking into the mess hall. Her words paused, and her posture stiffened just a fraction. A slight shadow crossed her features, one she hoped Henry wouldn't notice. With a mental shake, she refocused on the conversation at hand, pushing away the temporary disquiet. "--it wouldn't be out of character, now would it?" Tapping a finger to her lips thoughtfully, she considered Henry's question about whom she'd prank. "Well, if we're aiming for the gods, a little mischief in Hermes' domain wouldn't go amiss. After all, what could be better than pranking the god of pranks right?" she chuckled, pleased with her own imagination. The prospect was ludicrous but inviting. In a place full of chaos, rules, and divine expectations, moments like these were her personal Elysium. "But then again," she added with a wink, "why settle for a god when you've got a camp full of would-be heroes?"

Tempest leaned back, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Love you? Oh, darling, you wish," she quipped playfully. "Trust me, if I made a move Liam would be the last thing on your mind." It was these moments—where they could tease, challenge, but yet still trust one another—that Tempest found herself oddly cherishing. Henry was more than a friend; she was like the little sister Tempest had never asked for but had no intentions of ever returning....at least not yet. There was a freedom in their friendship that she didn't find anywhere else. It was disarming in the most beautiful way. Tempest then turned her gaze towards the unfolding drama, watching as the campers buzzed around in a state of chaos. She sighed, a little pleased at their handiwork but already coming off the high and left once again unsatisfied. Her gaze met Henry's when the younger girl asked about her 'latest scheme.' "Ah, my wicked plots? I was thinking of swapping out the Apollo cabin's arrows with rubber ones before their archery practice. Imagine the look on their faces when their shots don't quite hit the mark," she mused, her voice dripping with delight. It wasn't just about the pranks or the schemes; it was about challenging the status quo, even if just for a laugh. There was still a part of Tempest that was perpetually wary, a survival instinct honed through years of trials and uncertainties. But with Henry, some of that caution could take a backseat, making room for levity and a love she'd seldom felt before. "They try to break us, we break them," she echoed Henry's earlier sentiment, her eyes meeting the younger girl's with a warmth that she reserved for very few. "You and me, kid. We're unbreakable......Ok..enough sentimental crap. How about you? If you could prank anyone at camp or cause a disruption what would you do? Aside from already kissing Nova's current boy toy of course!"

Tempest chuckled, her sharp eyes watching Henry's expression. "Bluest balls you've ever seen huh?" she teased. "I always knew you had a way with words." As Henry tried to downplay the potential consequences of her actions with Liam, Tempest could almost have been the Oracle with how she foresaw this all playing out. Yes, she had her deep reservations about love and romance, mostly due to the ever-changing, unpredictable nature of demigod relationships, but she still cared about Henry's well-being. Which to this day was still an unusual feeling for her. "Don't sell yourself short," she remarked leaning forward until her face was inches from Henry's, "and don't underestimate the Aphrodite cabin. They're more than just pretty faces. They can make you love, hate, or feel intense jealousy without lifting a finger." Tempest lowered her voice for dramatic effect, as if Aphrodite herself could come into the mess hall at any minute, as Tempest continues with whispered words. "Do you remember the story of Elara? It was before your time here at camp. She crossed an Aphrodite girl, jealous of her brief affair with a boy. Soon after, Elara was never the same. They say every time she looked in a mirror, instead of her own reflection, she saw a decaying version of herself, rotting away, her screams forever trapped in the glass. People started finding shattered mirrors everywhere she went. It was rumored the Aphrodite girl cursed her to forever see her own demise, and Elara was driven to the edge of sanity. She eventually disappeared, leaving behind a trail of broken glass." She winked at Henry, a sly grin forming on her lips. "Just a tale I heard. No idea if it's true or not." Accepting the larger half of the muffin, Tempest's face softened. "And I've got you, Cub. Always," she said earnestly. "Whatever mess we find ourselves in, we face it together. And as for boys..." she sighed, taking a bite from the muffin, "they come and go. But friendships like ours? They're forged in chaos, laughter, and a shared sense of purpose. Nothing can break that."

The grounds of Camp Half-Blood shined bright in the midday sun, but Tempest's thoughts were in a cloud of her own making. Every footstep towards the lake was with purpose, a dark shadow in contrast to the otherwise bright day. Her mind raced with the note she had received from Alexia; the sweet and polite daughter of Triton, wanted revenge. The thought of it was interesting, Alexia and revenge? Tempest mused with a grin, the irony not lost on her. She welcomed the challenge, excited by the idea of corrupting someone seemingly so pure. It was moments like these that proved her purpose at Camp Half-Blood. When she reached the lake, she paused for a moment to look at her surroundings. She found a spot away from prying eyes, an area hidden in shadows. Resting against a tree, its bark biting into her back, she waited. Tempest felt a rush of excitement, knowing she was about to weave yet another tale of chaos. Let’s see what kind of storm Alexia wishes to unleash, she thought. Her fingers played with a strand of her hair, and her lips curved into a mischievous smirk as she anticipated the upcoming meeting. @ Alexia Bluesea

Watching Henry recount the evening, Tempest's fingers played absentmindedly with the edge of her plate. It wasn't just the story itself, but the emotions that danced across Henry's face as she spoke. Tempest's instincts were always sharp, and she could sense that Henry's heart was entangled in a complex web of emotions, each tug of which threatened to unravel it all. "So, you kissed him, huh?" she responded, lips curling into a smirk but her eyes betraying genuine interest. "It sounds messy. These things often are." Tempest leaned back, weighing her words, "But cutting your nose in the process? Only you Cub, only you..." she teased lightly, trying to ease the tension. Tempest picked at a piece of bread. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, memories, and advice from the past. As the guardian-like figure in their relationship, she always felt the need to protect, guide, and occasionally push Henry in the right direction. "Henry," she began softly, her playful demeanor momentarily replaced with earnestness, "feelings are confusing. And they can lead us down unexpected paths. Sometimes, they lead to happiness, other times... well, to chaos. For instance, how do you plan on handling a certain pissed off Aphrodite camper? She'll be gunning for you ya know, even if it was 'just a kiss'" Taking another bite of her fruit, she contemplated her own experiences with love and heartbreak at Camp Half-Blood. While she never let herself get too entangled, she'd had her fair share of close calls and complicated relationships. "Look, Camp Half-Blood is filled with heroes, legends, and heartbreaks waiting to happen. Just ensure that whatever you're feeling, you're true to yourself. And if Liam is worth his salt, he'll respect and value you for who you are. But if he doesn’t..." Tempest grinned mischievously, her eyes glinting with a hint of danger, "well, you know who to come running to."

The sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the camp. Amidst the fading golden light, Tempest took a moment to savor their victory. The distant muffled yells and frustrated sounds coming from the Hermes cabin brought a wide grin to her face. She looked over to see Henry glowing with success, her joyful laughter filling the air. "Oh, we more than got them," Tempest chuckled, returning the fist bump and flawlessly executing their secret handshake. "I'd say Atalanta has been fully avenged and the balance of justice restored. Mother would be so proud" she said sarcastically at that last part. But a sense of satisfaction did wash over her; another successful mission in the books. However, amidst the elation, a twinge of uncertainty flickered within Tempest's eyes. She remembered the bet she had made with Henry earlier and felt a strange mix of curiosity and concern. She wanted to know, yes, but she also wondered about the implications it might bring to their dynamic. Shaking off the thought for now, she motioned toward the mess hall. "Fruit and stories await," she remarked, her voice teasing yet sincere. "I have to hear about this fateful night, after all." As they entered the mess hall, the warm aroma of freshly baked bread hit them instantly. They quickly filled their plates with an assortment of fruits and pastries, choosing a table away from prying ears. Settling down, Tempest leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief, "Alright, Cub, spill the beans. You owe me, and I'm a woman of my word. Every. Single. Detail." Her voice was filled with playful anticipation, but beneath it all lay a protective edge, a testament to the deep bond she shared with her younger friend. She took a bite of her fruit, waiting for Henry to begin the tale.

As they made their way closer to the Hermes cabin, the weight of the glue-filled vials in her pouch felt like a reminder of the looming chaos they were about to unleash. Henry's plan was clear, concise, and showed off her strategic prowess, and Tempest couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. She watched as her younger friend, once a chaotic mess, now channeled that energy with laser focus. It was a testament to the time they'd spent together, each teaching the other in their unique ways. Lost in thought again, Tempest's internal conflict bubbled up. Henry's association with Liam and Novalie was a tangle she hadn't wanted to get involved in. Relationships in Camp Half-Blood had a way of intertwining destinies in unexpected manners. She'd already heard rumblings that Novalie was looking to get back at Liam and Novalie would almost certainly look for a Nemesis camper for help in that. With Henry's recent kiss with Liam, Tempest felt like she was being drawn into the vortex whether she liked it or not. Even if it was just to extract some playful gossip now, Tempest knew it could mean more down the line. She sighed softly, mentally preparing herself for whatever ripples that one moment might bring into their lives. But there was no time to linger on it now. Tempest nodded approvingly at Henry's plan, letting out a laugh at her friend's tease. "Sounds like a plan. But remember, timing is everything," she warned, her playful demeanor momentarily replaced with earnestness. She took a deep breath and smirked, "May the best chaos-bringer win." With that she bolted off to the left the sun glinting off her dark hair as she swiftly moved towards her target. As she approached her designated point, Tempest took one of the vials, rolling it between her fingers, feeling the cool glass and the potential of the havoc they were about to wreak before applying it just where she suspected the Hermes campers would come barging through after their training.

With the sunlight casting warm hues around the camp, Tempest and Henry’s silhouettes meandered through the maze of cabins, Tempest couldn’t help but get lost in her thoughts. Her relationship with Henry was a beacon in the midst of her otherwise tumultuous existence. Their dynamic was not just rooted in chaos, but in trust. The memories they'd created together had cemented a bond that went beyond mere camaraderie. Yet, she never hesitated to extract vengeance when asked and sooner or later this mess with Henry, Liam and Nove would suck her into it's drama too. Uggg, why'd Henry have to go and kiss that boy... Lost in her reverie, Tempest was snapped back to the present by something Henry had said as they left. She grinned, "Wait.....you named your guitar?? And you named it Atalanta? Well....Atalanta deserves justice and I'm the girl to see that through," she declared theatrically, feigning a dramatic tone, “but the price of justice is juicy gossip.” She shot a playful wink at Henry. “And I'll be ready to collect.” The truth was, Tempest would probably need that info down the line and Henry was the perfect mark to get it from. Approaching the Hermes cabin, Tempest carefully surveyed the area. Even with their nonchalance, they needed to be cautious. The thrill of the prank wasn’t just in its execution, but in the art of remaining undetected. "Ok, let's see how well you've been paying attention. What should our plan of approach be? I think you've earned a chance to make some critical decisions."

Taken aback by the sudden, unexpected touch and the change in Levi's demeanor, Tempest's defenses went up, her eyes flitting to the drink in her hand and then to the punch bowl. A dread started to pool in her stomach, a realization that something might be terribly wrong. The unusual taste of the punch, combined with Levi's sudden shift, couldn't be a mere coincidence. She quickly tried to recall if she'd seen anyone else act strangely after drinking the punch. Tempest's was no stranger to detecting unusual energies or substances, hell she usually was the cause of most of the trouble that happened at camp. But this... this was unfamiliar. 'Wait!' "What the hell Levi?" she retorted as he grabbed her hand that held the drink, it was empty now but she'd be damned if she'd ever let an Aphrodite think they could touch her. That's when she looked down and in shock realized her free hand had involuntarily reached out and taken Levi's other hand. Not in warning, but how a girlfriend might reach out and intertwine her fingers in-between her boyfriends. "Ok seriously...what the hell?" she swore again, this time at herself and not Levi. She tilted her head, observing Levi with a clinical detachment, her demeanor switching from catty banter to alert caution. "What did you put in that drink??" she asked as an intrusive thought entered her mind at just how sharp Levi looked in a navy-blue suit.

The distinctiveness of the punch was unsettling. While Tempest was used to the annual variance in flavor, this time it seemed... off. There was an aftertaste that lingered, making her internally debate the origin of that peculiar sensation. Could it be some prank or perhaps just a poor recipe choice? However, any personal musings were pushed to the back of her mind when Levi decided to open his mouth, again. She placed the cup down with a deliberate pace, not wanting to show even a hint of the apprehension she felt due to the drink's oddity. "Mrs. Scrooge? Please, Levi, if I wanted to see something with no originality, I would've just read one of those books your sister Evelyn is already reading. But alas, here you are," she retorted with a frosty smile. Taking another delicate sip, she scrutinized the liquid inside. "Maybe you’re right. Perhaps I am a bit of a Scrooge. After all, I'm clearly not in the spirit of gifting you with any more attention tonight." She paused, feigning a thoughtful expression, "Or any other night, for that matter." With that, she took a longer gulp of the punch, still trying to discern its strange flavor, but always keeping her poised and sardonic front. Her internal radar remained on high alert, wary of any more of Levi's snarky comments and of the bizarre drink she'd been handed. If anything, Levi's presence only ignited her will to stay sharp, refusing to let her guard down, no matter how unsettling the atmosphere or punch became. Seriously, what is in this drink??

A playful glint sparkled in Tempest's eyes as Henry confirmed her participation in the impending chaos. The mention of Henry's stolen guitar only solidified their mission. Tempest found herself reminiscing on the early days of their friendship; back when Henry, the feisty, troubled Athena child, seemed desperate for an anchor to the chaos of Camp Half-Blood. Tempest had never planned on providing any sort of stability but surprisingly she molded into that role pretty well. Though sometimes she wondered if she really should be a role model to anyone. Feeling Henry's head resting against her shoulder momentarily, Tempest felt a swell of affection. Though she was known to keep her emotions under wraps, even she couldn't deny the bond she shared with her younger friend. It was more than just the shared adventures, the thrill of pranks, or the dangers they faced together; it was a connection built on mutual respect, understanding, and the kind of loyalty that was hard to come by. Even if Henry had given her the worst possible nickname known to man. Henry's confession about Tempest's 'crazy' being her respite drew a soft chuckle from her lips. "Look who's talking," Tempest teased, nudging her gently. "If I'm the storm, you're the lightning bolt that makes it unforgettable." Drawing the vials closer, Tempest slipped them into a leather pouch. "Alright, Cub," she murmured, her voice taking on an excited edge. "Let's teach those Hermes kids a lesson they won't forget anytime soon." As they readied their vials, Tempest paused, casting a sidelong glance at Henry. "You know," she began with a mischievous smirk, "with your newfound skills in the kissing department, maybe we can make a little bet. If our prank on the Hermes cabin goes off without a hitch, you have to spill every juicy detail about that night with Liam. Deal?" Before Henry could retort, Tempest burst out laughing, nudging her playfully. With a swing of her dark brown hair, she stepped towards the door, her laughter setting the tone for their next escapade.

Tempest arched an eyebrow, her sharp eyes catching the momentary flicker of deceit in Henry's expression. Years of observing, plotting, and scheming had given her an uncanny ability to pick up on even the smallest inconsistencies. The way Henry spoke of Liam, the hesitance, and the slight crack in her voice when she called him a 'terrible kisser'; all of it told Tempest that the situation was far more convoluted than it seemed on the surface. There was a depth of emotion lurking there that Henry hadn't fully disclosed. However, for now, Tempest decided to keep her observations to herself. Knowledge was power, and she always knew when to play her cards right. Tempest's attention shifted as she mulled over recent events at camp. The Hermes cabin had been up to their usual tricks, their thieving escapades growing bolder by the day. Just last week, they had swiped Tempest's cherished amulet, only to return it with a mocking note attached. It was all in good fun, they'd claimed, but it felt personal. She smirked, toying with the vial in her hand. "Henry," she started, her tone dripping with mischief, "I’ve been thinking. Why waste this on the obvious targets? The Hermes kids have been pushing their luck lately. Think it’s time they learn not to steal from us?" She moved closer to her stash of tricks and traps, pulling out another, slightly bigger vial containing a glittering substance. "I’ve got this 'Sticky Steps' potion here. Pour it outside their cabin, and their swift feet won’t be so quick anymore. Just imagine their surprise when they find themselves glued to the spot, all their nimbleness gone!" Her chuckle was filled with wicked delight. In the ever-shifting dynamics of camp life, the line between playful pranks and retribution often blurred. But for Tempest, it was moments like this, weaving schemes with Henry by her side, that she treasured the most.

Tempest's eyes narrowed, refusing to be swayed by Levi's seemingly playful tone. A hint of a mocking smile played on her lips, her pulse quickening just slightly—not out of attraction, she vehemently reminded herself, but because of the audacity of his remark. She stared down at the cup of punch he poured for her, conflicted. She had no intention of playing his little games, but she was also never one to back down from a challenge. "Your confidence is astounding as always, if not misplaced," she said, taking the cup from him with a deliberate slowness, making sure her fingers brushed against his just briefly, watching for any hint of a reaction. She knew of his 'reputation', the same one many of his kind had. But Tempest could play games and break hearts too. She took a measured sip, maintaining eye contact the entire time, letting the cold, sweet liquid cool her fiery temperament momentarily. The sensation emboldened her further, causing her to quip, "Don't flatter yourself, Levi. It's Christmas, the season of giving. I figured I'd grace you with my presence for a few moments. Consider it your gift." As she spoke, her thoughts raced, trying to calculate his next move and formulate her response. She couldn't deny that there had always been a charge between them—a tension that was palpable.

The corners of Tempest's mouth twitched into a faint smile, masking the surprise she felt at Henry's confession. While most campers saw Tempest as an unshakeable force, Henry was one of the few who'd glimpsed the layers beneath her armor, and she had hoped to provide the same understanding in return. To hear about the kiss, especially involving Liam, was unexpected, to say the least. Tempest's mind raced, piecing together the events and the potential repercussions it could have, especially for Novalie. She leaned back, arms crossed, fingers tapping gently against her forearm as she weighed her response. "You're always full of surprises, Cub. I did hear something about Liam causing a stir. Can't say I'm a fan of the guy." Looking out of the window, Tempest's thoughts churned. If Henry was embroiled in this, it complicated matters. Sure, her revenge plan was mostly for Novalie, but protecting Henry was paramount to her. "We always find ourselves in the heart of chaos, don't we?" she mused, more to herself than to her friend. There was a deep fondness in her voice, reminiscent of all the trouble they'd been through together, but there was also a protective undertone. She glanced over at Henry, noticing the subtle change in her demeanor. The usually unyielding demigod had a vulnerable sheen to her eyes. Tempest's gut told her there was more to this story than just a mere kiss for mischief's sake. Sighing, Tempest stood up and walked over to her weapons rack, pulling out a small vial filled with a silvery liquid. "Remember this?" she said, holding it up for Henry to see. It was a concoction they had whipped up last summer – 'Pandemonium Potion,' they had named it. When spilled, it would release an incredibly potent and unpleasant odor, yet be completely invisible. They'd never found the right moment to use it. "How about we give Liam and his little crew a whiff of chaos? Literally. We could slip this into their training gear or their beds. Harmless, but it'll ensure they have a very... aromatic few days." She winked, her mischievous grin returning in full force. The playful suggestion was a diversion, a way to lighten the mood while also signaling that she was with Henry, no matter what. In their world of gods and battles, sometimes a little prankish chaos was the best way to bond and blow off steam.

Tempest's eyes widened, taken aback by the extreme nature of Derrick's distraction. "Holy cow he goes hardcore!" she mumbled to herself. A part of her felt a surge of pride; he was committed, brave and inventive. However his stunt was riskier than she'd anticipated, she better not get in trouble for any of this. She was about to yell out to him, to call him back, but that would jeopardize the plan. Instead, she took a deep breath steeling herself. She thought, "Alright, Tempest, focus. This is the chance you've been waiting for." With the camp's attention firmly planted on the 'fire' and her brother's faux panic, she quickly made her move towards the Big House. As she stealthily approached the building she could hear the distant shouts and commotion from campers responding to Derrick's alarm. Her hands trembled slightly as she entered the Big House searching for the right ingredients to swap. Tempest had always loved the thrill of a good scheme, but involving her little brother, seeing him in action, added another layer to the experience. She worked quickly making the necessary exchanges all while hoping Derrick would be alright after his daring ruse. He was her brother after all and even if she wouldn't admit it out loud she did feel a little responsible for him. "He's proving himself today," she thought. This was their adventure and Tempest was determined to make sure it was one they'd never forget. Hopefully Derrick remembered to quietly make his way back to her once he escaped...

Christmas Eve 2021 The great hall of Camp Half-Blood had been transformed into a winter wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights hanging from every beam, and a great golden tree stood adorned with a multitude of celestial bronze ornaments. Snowflakes—real and magical—drifted lazily in the air, but disappeared before they could wet the ground. Tempest stepped into the room, wearing a fitted dark blue velvet dress that reached just above her knees. It had an asymmetrical neckline, baring one shoulder, with intricate silver snowflake embroideries trailing down one side. The dress clung to her figure, emphasizing her athletic build but also her grace. Although the dress made her look enchanting, her mood was anything but. Tempest wasn't too thrilled about being at the party, especially when she heard that Aphrodite's cabin was contributing. As she scanned the room, her icy gaze landed on Levi by the punch bowl. A scoff escaped her lips, and she approached him. Her thoughts whirled with annoyance, Of course he'd be by the drinks. Typical Aphrodite camper move. She kept her posture tall and confident, "Fancy seeing you here, Levi," she remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Hoping to find love by the punch bowl or just planning on making everyone miserable with your ego?" Her steely eyes challenged him, ready for any comeback. @ Levi Jones

Tempest had the perfect dare in mind for her sister, especially considering how much fun they'd had with Loukas earlier. "Alright, brave soul," she began. "For your dare... you're going to need a blindfold. Once it's securely on, one of our fellow campers here will give you a kiss. Your task is to guess who it was. And just so we're clear," Tempest added with a wicked glint in her eye, "if you guess wrong, you'll be taking a refreshing skinny dip in the lake, much like our dear friend Loukas had the honor of doing earlier this evening. What do you say? Do you have the courage?" Tempest reached into her bag, pulling out a dark piece of cloth she had once used as a makeshift sleeping mask. "Here's your blindfold," she declared, twirling it in her fingers. She threw it to Mila, watching intently for her reaction.

Tempest couldn't help but smirk at Henry's suggestion, clearly entertained by her audacity. "You're eager to get into the thick of things, aren't you?" she commented, pushing herself off the wall, her fingers absentmindedly playing with a silver pendant hanging around her neck. The pendant had once been a gift, a symbol of protection, but its significance had changed for Tempest over time. Now, it served as a reminder of how quickly fortunes could change, especially in a place like Camp Half-Blood. She took a moment to size up the eager teenager in front of her, her own memories of first coming to the camp flooding back. There had been so much she hadn’t known, so many lessons she had to learn the hard way. The thought of guiding Henry, of making her path a little easier, brought a strange warmth to her chest. "Alright," she began, a playful glint in her eyes, "First rule of causing trouble: always have an exit strategy. Let's start with a little reconnaissance of the camp, find out where the vulnerable spots are, and most importantly, where the fun is." She beckoned Henry with a wink, heading toward the door. "By the end of today, you'll see camp through a whole new set of eyes." Tempest paused just before they exited her room, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You know, the Armory has always been a fun spot, especially if we 'accidentally' switch a few weapons around. And there's the stables; those pegasi can be mischievous if someone - not pointing fingers - were to give them a playful nudge. Oh, and let's not forget the dining pavilion during lunch rush. It's always entertaining to see how easily a misplaced goblet can create chaos." Her lips curved into a sly grin. "So, where do you want to begin our adventure, Cub?" She inquired, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Tempest wasn't quite sure why Celeste couldn't simply ask Mila herself before she left but whatever! Clearly Celeste was taking to the dare which was nice. She knew the girl would be capable and if she did manage to screw it up then all the better, the fallout of the drama would be worth it. Turning to her sister, "Well, what will it be, Truth or Dare?"

Tempest's lips curled into a sly smirk, as she studied Celeste. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, and contemplated for a moment. She wanted a dare that would not only challenge Celeste's skills but also put a dent in her pride. "Alright, Celeste," she began in a teasing tone, "You pride yourself on your impeccable lock-picking skills, don't you? And you've always flaunted your affluent background. So here's your dare: I want you to pick the lock of Chiron's private quarters. But here's the catch. Instead of stealing, once inside, I dare you to leave behind one of your most expensive possessions as a 'gift' with a note confessing an innocent crush on him." Tempest's laughter filled the air, the idea of Celeste leaving behind something valuable and adding the element of a fake crush just made the entire situation deliciously complicated.

"Complete idiots, huh?" Tempest let out a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. It was refreshing, Henry's bluntness. Most campers tiptoed around harsh truths and coated their words in sugary falsehoods. Not Henry. Her straightforwardness was like a gust of fresh air in a cabin full of stale, recycled narratives. "Well, here's the first rule: idiots can be managed. It just requires a certain...finesse." Leaning back against the wall, she studied the younger girl. "Some people might see your hot-headedness as a weakness, but I think it can be a strength if you channel it right." The second rule, Tempest was about to tell her, was not to trust blindly. This rule was deeply etched in her, woven into the fabric of her own experiences. But seeing Henry's face, looking up at her with an expectant, almost trusting gaze, she hesitated. There was a vulnerability to the younger girl that clashed with her feisty exterior. She was a newbie, still adjusting to the complex world of gods and monsters. It seemed almost cruel to impose upon her the harsh lessons Tempest had learnt the hard way. Pushing away these thoughts, she decided on a more optimistic rule instead. "And the second rule: Find your allies. They are your strength in this place. Not everyone is an idiot, some people... are worth trusting." She locked her gaze on Henry, hoping that she understood the weight of her words. As if to lighten the mood, she added, "Oh, and rule number three: Getting into trouble every now and again can lighten up a boring day, just make sure not to get caught or you'll be doing dishes for weeks!"

A smirk tugged at Tempest's lips at Henry's immediate camaraderie, her question a perfect mix of curiosity and alliance. She glanced at the picture, dart now jutting out from the captured moment of bliss between the two campers. "Ah, them," she began, her tone turning a shade darker, a subtle undercurrent of past annoyance and wrath. "An Aphrodite camper and her boyfriend who thought it was amusing to use a love potion on me during dinner. Got me head over heels for a Hermes boy for two damn days. I like to keep it as a reminder... Of the retribution I owe them. And no, it's not the nymphomaniacs down the hall," she added, chuckling at Henry's choice of words. The casual manner in which she spoke of such a humiliating prank was testament to her resilience and stubborn sense of dignity. A thoughtful silence filled the room for a moment, the past betrayal flickering in Tempest's eyes. She finally turned her gaze to the last photo on the wall, the one with the boy's eyes crossed out with a black marker. “That one," she said, pointing to it, her voice quiet, "is a story for another time." Her eyes held a mixture of emotions: anger, yes, but also a touch of sorrow and regret that she wouldn't allow to break through her usual hardened shell. Changing the subject, she nudged Henry playfully with her shoulder. "So, let's get down to business. Need any help deciding what weapon suits you best or maybe some tricks to help survive the ruthless world of Camp Half-Blood?" Her tone was back to its usual teasing, the moment of vulnerability passed.

Tempest's face didn't reveal any inner emotion as she listened to Alyssa's dare. She kinda figured the girl wouldn't be bold enough to go all out in her dare but that was probable the smart move. "The person I like the most here....." she repeated as she eyed the group, taking into account who was actually here. "Honestly I don't care for most of you and barely know the rest so I'm not sure who I would label as 'like the most'..." Certainly not Miro or Novalie though it was a tempting thought to tease them with something they could never have. It would be cute to see the stoic Henry blush bright red if she chose her. Tempest was just about to pick the Athena girl when she saw Finley and got an idea. It seemed like Silvio had been really smitten by his kiss with Finley, and the chance to dance for him. While she could care less about winning Finley's heart, she could certainly put on a good show and make Silvio think there was severe competition. Very well, she'd give Finley a lap dance he'd never forget! The idea of using him as a pawn in this little game intrigued her more than the dare itself. Rising from her seat with grace, Tempest gave Finley a sultry look, a promise of the enticing dance to follow. "If I must," she purred, the challenge in her voice causing a delicious shiver of anticipation to race through the crowd. Striding confidently over to Finley, she let her fingers skim the air around him, a tease of the intimate touch to follow, her body language already beginning the dance. Turning her back to him, she stood between his parted legs, her rounded hips swaying to an internal rhythm only she could hear. Tempest began to dance, the movement of her body an explicit language that sparked desire and curiosity. Her hips undulated, drawing invisible circles in the air, and she slowly moved her arms upwards, arching her back to accentuate her form before letting her arms snake downwards in an alluring cascade. She turned to face Finley, her eyes smoldering as she let her hands gently rest on his shoulders. Using his body as a brace, she slowly lowered herself onto his lap, her thighs brushing against his in a tantalizingly intimate touch. Her hips moved provocatively, a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to pull Finley in. Tempest leaned in closer, her chest inches from his, every pulse and tremor of her body evident in this dangerous proximity. Her fingers traced a fiery path down his arms, her touch a soft contrast to the wild dance of her body. With every beat, she moved closer, letting him feel the heat radiating from her, the suggestive closeness pushing the boundaries of the dare. She used her arms to support her as she rolled her body, letting Finley feel the full length of her. Just as the intensity of the moment hit its peak, she pulled away. The abruptness of her departure left a lingering sense of unfinished business, an afterimage of the sensual display she had put on. "If you ever get bored of Silvio and need to distract yourself with a real lover then you know where to find me" she whispered not so softly. Tempest then sauntered back to her spot, leaving a wake of stunned silence behind her, a provocative grin on her face as she settled back into her seat, the unspoken challenge clear in her eyes as she looked at her next victim. "Celestite....truth or dare?"