The first couple of days weren't awful. It didn't take Nico long to figure out what was really happening when people were shot because of the ringing in his ears that came and went, varying in intensity and still happening whenever someone was shot. He and Will had stuck together, Nico providing Will with cover while Will looked around at unconscious bodies to try and help people.
Until the third day, when Will was hit himself as he was looking someone over. At first, Nico had had a moment of panic because even if he was sure Will wasn't going to die from getting hit with a paintball, there was still that little voice of What if he did? whispering in the back of his mind. It'd been extremely unnerving to see Will lying there, feeling like he was hovering just above being dead and staying that way with nothing happening.
And then he'd gotten mad that someone would dare to even hit Will and take him out. The paintball 'game' had been going on for three days. Surely whoever had hit him had known what happened now when people were hit. Will was a healer, a doctor. Who would want to take him out?
So you may come across Nico (A) guarding Will's body, dragged away to an abandoned building where he was trying to keep Will as comfortable as he could. Anyone who knew what he could do ability wise probably would be able to see how agitated he was, not only from the way he paced back and forth and kept an eye out, but also from the cracks in the ground that branched out in a circle around where Nico had been standing when Will had gone down, along with the way the air temperature had lowered to a chill around him, and there may even have been little circles of frost that formed where Nico stepped depending on what he was thinking about.
Then on the day everyone who had been taken out so far disappeared and showed up in the Colosseum, Nico was thrown into another panic. People always said that the dead were resurrected, so Nico just told himself that was probably what was happening even if he'd only felt people get close to death, not die all the way. Definitely not Will either. He'd know without a doubt if Will was dead or not, even if he wasn't right next to him at the time, and Will hadn't died, he'd just... disappeared. He hoped it meant that Will was okay and would be coming back, returning to where they lived and just... waiting outside by the door for Will to come back.
But no matter how long he waited, Will didn't show, and as time went by, the fear grew and grew that Will was really gone, whether he was dead and not coming back or just... sent home somehow, until the fear changed into simply just not caring about anything anymore. If Will was gone, Nico didn't care what happened. This wasn't home. He couldn't go to the Underworld, couldn't go to either Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter, couldn't see anyone else he cared deeply about like his sister, couldn't even check to see if Will was in the Underworld. He was stuck and if Will wasn't here anymore then he was alone and he just didn't care.
So you might also come across him (B) sitting in front of the building he lived in looking completely apathetic, gun tossed carelessly to the side, and if you had a gun of your own in your hands, he'd simply look up at you, not fighting back, with an expression that read 'if you're going to do it, just do it and get it over with'. He didn't care about playing the game anymore.
Nico di Angelo - OTA
Until the third day, when Will was hit himself as he was looking someone over. At first, Nico had had a moment of panic because even if he was sure Will wasn't going to die from getting hit with a paintball, there was still that little voice of What if he did? whispering in the back of his mind. It'd been extremely unnerving to see Will lying there, feeling like he was hovering just above being dead and staying that way with nothing happening.
And then he'd gotten mad that someone would dare to even hit Will and take him out. The paintball 'game' had been going on for three days. Surely whoever had hit him had known what happened now when people were hit. Will was a healer, a doctor. Who would want to take him out?
So you may come across Nico (A) guarding Will's body, dragged away to an abandoned building where he was trying to keep Will as comfortable as he could. Anyone who knew what he could do ability wise probably would be able to see how agitated he was, not only from the way he paced back and forth and kept an eye out, but also from the cracks in the ground that branched out in a circle around where Nico had been standing when Will had gone down, along with the way the air temperature had lowered to a chill around him, and there may even have been little circles of frost that formed where Nico stepped depending on what he was thinking about.
Then on the day everyone who had been taken out so far disappeared and showed up in the Colosseum, Nico was thrown into another panic. People always said that the dead were resurrected, so Nico just told himself that was probably what was happening even if he'd only felt people get close to death, not die all the way. Definitely not Will either. He'd know without a doubt if Will was dead or not, even if he wasn't right next to him at the time, and Will hadn't died, he'd just... disappeared. He hoped it meant that Will was okay and would be coming back, returning to where they lived and just... waiting outside by the door for Will to come back.
But no matter how long he waited, Will didn't show, and as time went by, the fear grew and grew that Will was really gone, whether he was dead and not coming back or just... sent home somehow, until the fear changed into simply just not caring about anything anymore. If Will was gone, Nico didn't care what happened. This wasn't home. He couldn't go to the Underworld, couldn't go to either Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter, couldn't see anyone else he cared deeply about like his sister, couldn't even check to see if Will was in the Underworld. He was stuck and if Will wasn't here anymore then he was alone and he just didn't care.
So you might also come across him (B) sitting in front of the building he lived in looking completely apathetic, gun tossed carelessly to the side, and if you had a gun of your own in your hands, he'd simply look up at you, not fighting back, with an expression that read 'if you're going to do it, just do it and get it over with'. He didn't care about playing the game anymore.