Aeaea, Greece

Dimitri's expression changed to a more blank one. In general his family almost never cursed, so it was unusual to the son of Poseidon. However, Dimitri had done his share of studying his Greek deities over the past few months. If he had to take a guess as to who her dad was, it was either a mortal who had their priorities all screwed up or it was... "Zeus?" Dimitri asked, though he realized after why making that guess wasn't a great idea. Dimitri wasn't in particular afraid of Zeus because he wasn't very much on the god's radar at all. But, if this girl wasn't a child of Zeus, then he might have picked his words poorly.

"Not that I'm one to judge..." Dimitri tried to make some brightness in his estimate of her father, though at this point, he didn't feel very good about it. "Sorry, that ain't somethin' that usually happens. Just tryin' to make a good guess from what I've learned." The demigod shrugged slightly, deciding to take the honest path, which was something much more his nature. One of Dimitri's greatest strengths and greatest weaknesses was his lack of ability to comprehend social anxiety or awkwardness. Neither situation had ever appeared in from of him, so he had grown up unaware of their existence.

He was still trying to gather how he felt about the first impression with this girl. She wasn't the most fond of him thus far, but Dimitri had considered that that could just be her usual personality. He hadn't ever heard an accent like hers, and he enjoyed accents foreign to his own a good deal. "I guess it ain't my business." Dimitri agreed. He offered his hand to her to shake, something he was taught to do when meeting a new person. "My name is Dimitri Midnight. I've been told to tell people that the surname is real."

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♫ Thunderstruck ✦ Clothing: ACDC Shirt, Jacket, and Jeans ✧

Jensen smiled at Amanda, glad that she liked her gifts. Of course he figured that she'd love them. He knew her pretty well after all. "Glad you like your gifts, they reminded me of you." He said with a charming grin. He looked at the presents that she got him, and smiled. "Oh so the shirt's for you? A few sizes too big don't you think? Well, I like it, so you're just gonna have to go topless I guess. Not that anybody would complain Beautiful." He teased as he put on the shirt she got him.

"Sure, I'm but your humble servant milady." He smirked as she turned around for him to put her necklace on. Once he put the necklace on her he gently kissed the back of her neck. "Have I mentioned lately how sexy you are?" He asked with a sly grin. Jensen's phone then rung with another text message. Jensen sighed, and rolled his eyes as he leaned over to check it.
{From: Thomas Elliot}
{Get to the clubhouse NOW}

"I gotta run babe." He sighed as he gave her a quick peak on the cheek. Jensen then proceeded to change out his pajama bottoms for a pair of blue jeans. Then opened the door to his bedroom to enter the apartment-like dorm that he shared with Grayson Foster. And as soon as he opened the door Gray happened to show up to drop a few things off in his room, and grab something. Jensen tried to play it cool, but he was slightly embarrassed to be caught with Amanda like that. He likes his privacy. It's something that he likes about Gray, he isn't that nosy, which works perfectly well for him.

"Um....bye?" He said as Gray left as abruptly as he came in. He turned to Amanda with a confused look. "Alright, I gotta go. Got stuff to do, talk to you later." He then gave Amanda a kiss goodbye, and was out the door. As he left a serious face came upon his face as he pulled out his phone to reply to his texts.
{To: Thomas Elliot}
{On my way. Got a little tied up. Nothing to worry about.}

Jensen quickly made his way to the meeting point, a area on the island that most don't know about. Jensen approached a stone wall, and placed his hand on a slightly out of place rock on the wall. A bright blue line swept across his palm that was soon followed by a chunk of rock coming down from the wall to reveal a hallway. As Jensen entered the hallway the doorway behind him closed up.





♫ Dark Places ✧ Clothing: Long Sleeved Shirt, Torn Jeans ✦

Isaac sat there at his work station, tapping on the table. "Honey I'm home!" Jensen announced as he entered the room. "I can't contain my enthusiasm." Isaac sarcastically replied. "Where's the Bossman at? From his texts I would have thought this was a matter of life and death." Jensen asked as he looked at the large figures with the sheets covering them.

"Don't touch those dumbass! You'd just break 'em!" Isaac snapped at him. "Well if I could break them then they wouldn't be worth anything now would they?" Jensen smirked back. Isaac rolled his eyes in response. "So what took you so long? Was you with that whore you call a girlfriend?" Jensen clinched his fists, and yanked Isaac out of his chair, holding him up in the air by the collar of his shirt. "You call her that again, and I'll kill you!" He growled at him.

"That's quite enough Dickheads!" A loud, commanding, and Australian voice yelled at them. It came from Andrew Jones, the head of security, and powers/combat trainer at the school. "Lucky he showed up." Jensen stated as he dropped Isaac on the ground. "Alright Boss, what's all the hubbub?" Jensen asked as he folded his arms, and leaned against the wall.

"We need to touch base with one another. Isaac, how are things coming along here?" Andrew asked. "Well it's coming along. I worked through the summer, but I've only managed to get twelve, going on thirteen fully operational." Isaac stated as he gestured at the giant figures with the sheets covering them. "That's it?!" Jensen asked in a mocking tone. "I'm sorry, but building twelve badass machines that are capable of subduing ten different flavors of demigods is rather difficult!"

"Enough! These machines are capable of subduing the demigods correct?" Andrew asked, bringing them back on topic. "Yes, I hope you appreciate the genius in them as well. It was difficult to make a metal shell that is both strong enough to go against a Ares demigod, AND being resistant to the lightning attacks of a Zeus. And let us not forget the fact that I had to prevent them from being controlled by my siblings. It was ingenious of me-" "Carefully Bossman, might get ego jizz all over you." Jensen interrupted him. Isaac merely glared at him in response.

"Jensen, how was your summer vacation? Are the other cells prepared?" Andrew asked, once again bringing them back on topic. "Athens, Rome, and Thessaloniki are geared up. About twenty strong, and able demigods in each, but more are coming in. I gave the schematics that you wanted me to give them. They're getting more equipment in. Helicopters, boats, just about everything. They're be ready when we make our move. Of course all that won't matter if the damn shield is still up." Jensen answered.

"Don't worry about that. The shield shall be down by the end of the month. Just be sure to be prepared for when it comes." Andrew stated. "Right, but the demigods here....they aren't gonna be hurt right?" Jensen hesitantly asked. "Going soft Thunderer?" Isaac smirked. Andrew glared at Isaac. "Fine, no. Our 'peers' shouldn't be harmed, I built my machines to subdue them, not kill them. They should be able to disable most of them before our forces come in." Isaac stated.

Andrew then pulled down the sheet off of one of the machines, revealing a large, nearly ten foot tall mechanical Minotaur. "You better go boys. It's a school day after all, wouldn't want to be missed."

Reagans sudden movement shook him from whatever fog had descended over him, and he felt her shift to wrap her arms around him. Resting her cheek on his shoulder, a feeling that was not entirely unfamiliar washes over him. Something he can’t exactly place, but he understands that it feels safe and warm all the same. “Nothing or no one will tear us apart!” He misses the weight of her when she pulls back to look him in the eyes. And that determination in her words, without a single ounce of dishonesty is enough for him to realize that his fears are just that – fears that won’t ever come true because no matter what he’s found family with Reagan. "You hear me Cassidy Daly? You're stuck with me if you like it or not!" Cas almost laughs, almost pulling a face at the use of his full name. Somehow it doesn’t sound so bad coming from her lips. “I don’t think I could ever hate being stuck with you,” He whispers, completely honest.

"Well good because mom's already kinda preparing the house for you to live there." She looks up at Cas, and he does pull a face them. He never would have expected any different, panic mode had only momentarily blinded him from the reality of his life. "She's pulling out all the stops..." He rolls his eyes alongside her, knowing full well that all the stops have probably been demolished already or are soon to be demolished. "Ok well she bought a second dresser for my bedroom for your stuff and is getting a heavy duty washer and drier that can handle your funk." She sticks her tongue out at him playfully, and he is finally able to breathe a sigh of relief as all of his earlier panic subsides. This is real, Reagan is real, and Cas can’t keep putting himself in this strange sort of mindset where he feels like the other shoe is going to drop – it’s been enough years that he should realize by now that this friendship isn’t going to end, ever.

“Like you’re any better,” He snipes back, “Its either chlorine or sea salt with you.” What follows is nothing short of an uncomfortable silence where Reagan stares at him for a ridiculous amount of time. He shifts a little, wondering if his teasing hurt her feelings or something but after a while she makes a funny face and turns away to go braid her hair. He admires her skill, while letting the silence fall comfortably over them. There’s something wrong, he can feel it in the way that she can usually tell when he’s feeling off. But assumes its run off from the earlier tension in the room.

"So what did you want to do today?" She glances over her shoulder at him, raising a brow. "Let's just... Do something that gets us out of the dorms." His agreeance is whole hearted, if anything the rapid switch of emotions that just happened is going to give him whiplash, escape is exactly what they need to do. He waits for her to get changed before answering.

“Lets hit the town, there’s got to be something interesting to do.” He doesn’t outright mention making any trouble, but knowing the two of them it’ll follow with time. “Or we could just go down to the beach, get our sun-tan on, I know how much you like seeing me without a shirt on.” He flexes and smiles goofily. He asks, standing and heading for the mirror to make sure he’s looking halfway decent. When finished with that activity he turns to face her, barely masking the concern that’s decided to invade him, “Are you alright? You seem a little off.” He decides against getting too serious, not wanting to ruin the new good vibes in the room. “Not that you aren’t always a little off,” He snarks, lightly tapping her head as he passes by.

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Talia had been dutifully ignoring the masses entering the Café up until the point she could no longer do so. "Vitalia! Hey!" Jasmine Saule – an unusual girl, not exactly someone Talia would approach on her own given a choice. But Jazz isn’t exactly one to give choice, she made sure of that the second Talia tried to tell her off last year for digging too deep into Talia’s personal life; not to mention she acts like calling Talia anything other than Vitalia is some sort of personal offense.

But Talia would also be lying if she said she hadn’t grown a sort of grudging fondness for the overly exuberant Ares girl. If anything they had more in common with their shared delusions of being more than small balls of fiery anger. "I hope you don't mind," Jazz says, motioning broadly to the table, not at all, Talia thinks to herself glumly, as if she was given a choice "So how was your summer?" Jazz continues, undeterred by Talia’s absolute lack of response.

She opens her mouth to start in on a spiel about visiting her mother and sisters for a short while but before she can get a single syllable out another person has decided to join them. “Hey, Jazz! And Talia! How’s it hanging?” Miss Lysandra, another familiar but not altogether known face to Talia. At least she has the decency to not call her Vitalia, something that instantly warms Talia to her. Among other things, being that Jo has never done anything to cause Talia to dislike her; meaning on the short list of acquaintance/friends, Jo makes the cut. Even if she’s sort of intimidated by the fact that she’s almost the equivalent of a teacher. In fact, it’s beginning to dawn on her that she’s the youngest person at this table. This must be what her sisters feel like when they tag along with her over break to visit her own friends.

“It’s been…hanging I guess.” Talia makes a pained face, as if casually joking is physically harming her. Of all the moody, broody, teenagers here, Talia is certain she is in the top 3 of the list.

“Summer was boring, visited family then came back and wandered around a lot.” She shrugs, almost uncomfortable to indulge even this much, “All in all it wasn’t horrible, how about you guys?” She asks, hopefully deflecting Jazz’s attention to the more deserving redhead at the table. If anything is sure to make Talia uncomfortable its having the floor. Plus, if she’s going to make the effort this year to make sure-friends she’s got to learn about them.

She downs the rest of her drink in one show of spectacular idiocy, feeling a bit wired from the rush of caffeine that results and definitely feeling the burn as it slides down her throat. But against her better judgement orders another cup just to spite her own anxious feelings. No one ever accused her of being smart, or sociable, or really anything at all.