Sage Fitzgerald's Story

Underneath a willow tree stationed by the lake, a girl was sitting, her face buried in a black marble notebook. With a pen that expelled black ink from its tip, the quaint-looking teenager scribbled a plethora of random numbers and letters all around the page. It wasn't simply a math problem, but it was an experiment that Sage Fitzgerald, the child of Athena, was working on. Not only was it an experiment that would shock the history and Greek mythology world, but it would be a way for the girl to leave her mark on Mount Olympus Academy by the time she had reached her final years at the school.

Her drawing, to say the least, was a model of the twelve aligned ax-heads from Homer's Odyssey. According to the story, the brave Odysseus (who was under a disguise) strung his own bow that the impostor suitors could not string themselves, took an arrow, and shot it perfectly through the twelve weapons. It was presumably an impossible feat, but as a skilled archer and a child of the goddess of wisdom and reason, Sage couldn't help but be a little curious. How far apart would the ax-heads have to be for Odysseus to shoot the arrow perfectly through them? How long would his bow be? What about the arrow? How fast would the arrow be traveling through the ax-head rings? These questions and more flooded through her mind like a tsunami.

A gentle breeze struck at Sage's face, and blew a strand of dainty-blonde hair into her eyes. This made her lose her concentration to her work, and while removing her bushy hair from her face, she wiped off stray leaves that had traveled from the willow tree unto her outfit. Afterwards, she stared down unto the notebook page that was crowded with her own writing. She breathed a heavy sigh, closed the notebook, and packed it back up into her brown leather satchel. Classes would be starting soon. She still had some time to relax, though. She had finished all of her homework and had read the next four chapters in all of her textbooks, so there was nothing of great importance she had to do. She would meditate by the lake.

As she twirled around the brown shiny feather that was attached to a silver chain around her neck, something gnawed at Sage's mind. She had been at the academy for a while, and despite the signals, messages, and instructions Athena had sent her through the owl, Jocasta, Sage had not figured out her true destiny yet. She knew she had to be at the demigod academy for a reason. The problem was, that reason was not even remotely present. There was a reason Athena had her learn combat. A reason why despite her once hatred for violence, Sage had learned how to become an archer. There had to have been some sort of reason...but what?

Just then, Sage heard a noise from behind her. Swiftly gripping her bag, she lunged towards the base of the willow tree. Once the tree's bark had covered her completely, she got low to the ground, and spied on the visitor. As usual, it was just Kennedy Davenport. Sage could hear the blonde bombshell mutter something, and then drop to the ground. Seeing the sweat on her skin glisten in the sun, it was obvious to Sage that she had been running. The child of Zeus was always trying to prove herself one way or another. Running across the campus every morning was just another one of the ways Kennedy Davenport made herself look strong, controlling, and larger-than-life. Sage was never completely bothered by her, however, she did irk her at times, and needless to say she was a little bit annoyed by her presence.

Sighing once more as she heard the socially unripened Dustin Crower plunge into the lake behind her, Sage opened up her satchel again and started to read an interesting historical textbook about the Battle of Thermopylae. She had heard Mr. Guess talking about it in class the other day, and she wanted to get a head-start when it came time for questions.

After a dreamless sleep, Rowan Tinne, son of Hecate, finally opened his eyes. A faint ray of sunshine peered through the window in his dorm room, and rested right onto his eyes. Because of this, he didn't need an alarm clock. By the time he woke up, his eyelids were already burning. With a yawn and a stretch, Rowan woke up, and started to get dressed. While preparing for the day ahead, he snacked on a crispy granola bar that contained tiny bits of blueberry and pecans. He then brushed his teeth in the bathroom next to his room, staring at the abnormally large ears that protruded off of his face the whole time. As he spat out the toothpaste and water from his mouth into the sink, Rowan's attention rested upon his bracelet: beads of blue opal carved into miniature skulls. He grabbed it from its location near the bottle of soap, and put it unto his wrist. Being a Scorpio, opal was his lucky gem. The particular type of opal known as blue opal was supposed to bring him success and allow him to feel courageous. With his uneasy soul, courage was the virtue Rowan needed the most. ESPECIALLY due to the fact that he was in an academy full of supernatural adolescents. Fortunately, he was one of these teenagers, but unfortunately, he was one of the most useless.

Rowan picked up his notebooks, writing utensils, and textbooks off of his messy floor, and placed them in a green drawstring bag. To the naked eye, the bag looked simple, lightweight, and almost ancient. Of course, just like Rowan, it was different. The bag had been charmed by his uncle, another son of Hecate, who had made it so that it could contain more than normal. Rowan's staff, laptop, notebooks, textbooks, and all of his other random crap were contained in the fifteen-inch drawstring bag. Looking down at the golden watch on his right wrist, the fifteen-year-old realized that he still had some time before he needed to head to his first period class. He stuck his whole hand into the bag, and pulled out a dusty red yo-yo. Some days, Rowan liked to fish out old trinkets from his previous life before he had learned of his ancestry. He was a champion at doing tricks with his yo-yo during childhood, but he hadn't bothered to use the old toy after he turned eleven, when his love for the yo-yo was replaced with his desire to solve his new rubicks cube. Wanting to see how his skills held up after years of not practicing, Rowan brought the yo-yo
up and down as he headed outside.

As he walked along the pavement of the campus, he performed the "cat's cradle", "double or nothing" and the "flying saucer" all with ease. It was as though his aptitude with the yo-yo was the same after almost five years. He was just about to "walk the dog", when he heard a loud "OOOFF!" and tripped unto the ground. Fortunately, he saved himself with his lanky arms right before his head was about to crash into the blacktop surface. He lifted his head up, finding a red-haired girl with freckles above him, her arms crossed and her bright-green eyes crackling with electricity. There was no sign of contentment on her pale-colored face.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" she scolded. Rowan scratched his head, and apologized. "Sorry," he said, his cheeks turning a bright pink. Even his ears flushed into the pink pigment as embarrassment flooded over him. As the snotty-looking girl left on her way, he picked himself up, and brushed away the little pebbles that came to rest on his polo shirt. He rolled his eyes. Making a girl furious at him was the perfect way to start the day.

He sighed as he continued to walk. Would there ever be a time in the future where he would learn to be normal? Contain himself? Not make himself look like a complete idiot? Maybe not. Especially not with his right arm, which had somehow turned lime-green. He did a double take. Sure enough, his right arm was literally pigmented the bright green color. Suddenly, as if the thought had randomly popped into his head, he realized that this had happened because of the girl. She had turned his arm green. He grunted with anger as he made his way towards the lake. Did she do it out of shock upon bumping into him, or did she do it out of spite? What did it matter anyway; his arm was FREAKING GREEN. What he really needed to worry about was how to make his arm turn back to its normal color.

Suddenly, "May I see your arm, Rowan?" said a girl's voice of nowhere. He looked up. In front of him was Sage Fitzgerald, a child of Athena, and perhaps the most studious girl in the entire school. "Uhhh...sure? I guess..." he mumbled awkwardly. He lifted his arm towards her. The girl inspected it curiously, checking it from different angles and lifting it up and down.
"Iris," she then said, "this was done by a child of Iris. It's only logical. What were you doing before..."
"I bumped into a girl. Then my arm was green." he quickly declared.
"Oh...that would make excellent sense, then. Children of Iris have the capability of using photokinesis. In technical terms, the natural light rays that reflect off of your arm..."
"How long will it last??" Rowan blurted out. He could tell that Sage was a little drawn back by his impulse to speak so suddenly.
"...Only for a little while. Unless you find a way to metamorphose your condition. Hecate, right?"
"...Yes."
"I'm sure you can alter it with an incantation of some sort. If not, it will only last a little while. Minor powers like that of the children of Iris's don't last too long on their victims."

Rowan breathed a small sigh of relief, and thanked her. She gave him a nod of acknowledgement, and then headed on her merry fway, a giant book in her hands. Rowan shook his head and kept his eyes on her as she left. She was smart, and powerful, and practical...but to him, she was frightening. He didn't know why. There was just something about Sage Fitzgerald that he found oddly cryptic.

"Very nice drawing," he heard her say to a girl sitting nearby. Rowan knew her face. It was Rosalie Tate. "The shading is stupendous. It must have taken you a while to draw that." After she payed a compliment to Rosalie, Sage Fitzgerald left the lake, following the pathway that Rowan had just traveled along. He had a gut feeling that she was heading to the library. Sometimes, he found her organizing the books in there.

He was curious as to what the child of Hephaestus had drawn, so with his right arm behind him, Rowan approached Rosalie Tate. He looked down at the family illustrated on the paper. "Woahhh," he said, his eyes wide with wonder, "that IS a nice drawing." As he inspected every little crevice of the drawing, he managed to hide his right arm from her with the concealment of his drawstring bag that he had taken off of his back. He quickly glanced at the girl next to Rosalie. It was Selyse Hendrickson. He wasn't quite sure which god she was a child of, but from looking at her from afar, Rowan knew that she made charismatic and articulate facial expressions. (Despite the fact that she could be a quiet bookworm at times.)

"Rosalie, is that your family?" he intrusively asked.

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(OOC: Kind of confused as to whether or not the drawing is still visible, so if it isn't, just let me know, and i'll change the post.)

Sage Fitzgerald

Sage checked the watch on her left wrist. There was still plenty of time before classes started. She could never understand people who chose to wake up later. Days felt so much fuller when they were longer. Time was a precious thing. She could never comprehend why so many people wanted to idly waste it with dreaming and sleep. Of course, you needed sleep to function, but too much of it was just ridiculous. Maybe that was the reason she could never understand the children of Hypnos....

Sage had left the lake not only due to the fact that the place was becoming awfully crowded, but also because she had finished her four-hundred page book about the famous Battle of Thermopylae. The library was her next destination. While she still had time, she would return the book, pick out some new ones, and help the librarians in any way she could. Sometimes, she walked into the library to find that the shelves of books were in the incorrect order, or that books were missing from their spots and were scattered across the tables instead.

However, her plans promptly changed when she found Xavier Richards, a mischievous and arrogant child of Khione, gliding past her as he walked swiftly towards the school building. She completely disregarded his presence, until she saw what he had in his hands; a tee-shirt, jeans, and a vivid-colored cardigan. Judging by the way they were styled, Sage could tell they weren't his. They were way too small to fit him. It could only mean that they were women's clothing. There was something remotely fishy about his pacing, so the child of Athena decided to follow him. She walked slow enough so that her whereabouts weren't suspicious, but fast enough that she could catch up with him.

As she was on his tail, she understood that he was heading the same way that she had originally planned to go. However, it wasn't until he made a sudden turn that she realized he was approaching the dining hall. She stopped in her tracks for a while, letting him enter the dining hall before she made her way inside. That way, it would seem less likely that Sage had been following him for yards. Releasing a heavy breath of air, she entered the cafe, tightening the ponytail on the top of her head as she walked in with wide strides.

Her eyes locked onto Xavier's black hair. She watched him as he approached Arielle Liu, Santiago Williams, Emmett Meade, and other kids Sage wasn't particularly fond of. Realizing the clothing wasn't in his hands anymore, Sage checked all around her, hoping she would find them. Sure enough, as she expected, the clothing had been dumped into a small dustbin that was near her. She looked down at the articles of women's clothing, particularly the red and white cardigan. Little specks of light colored dirt or sand could be seen all across the clothing. Whomever had worn them or had owned them before Xavier had been outside somewhere. Her mind deep in thought, Sage kept inspecting the clothing. The clothes weren't really soiled, so what was the purpose of throwing them out? Knowing Xavier Richards, he had most likely pulled a prank on an innocent girl. Then again, there could have been other reasons, but all of them seemed unlikely. With a resentful sigh, Sage slowly approached the table where Xavier was sitting.

Despite there being a multitude of people Sage disliked, such as Arielle, she had never really feared them, as other kids did. She had heard stories of demigods who were frightened by the daughter of Khione. It was obscene to Sage, as she had never seen her as a major threat, but she took people's opinions of the girl into account. As she neared the cafeteria table, she could hear Arielle say,
"I guess you're right, but seriously never say that first part again. Do you hear me, Williams? I will end up making you less popular then Rosalie and her little friends." Of course. Gossip and threats. What else did these kids have better to do?

"Excuse me," Sage spoke sternly yet politely, "Sorry to infringe your conversation, but I have to ask Xander a question."
Xander. Sage was always getting his name wrong. It just seemed to be his name in particular that she could never remember.
She glanced at everyone sitting at the table with her chilling gray eyes. She kept her focus on Emmett for a while. Much to her discontent, the two were acquaintances. However, Sage never bothered with Emmett outside of the classroom or library. He was much too shady for her to consider him a true friend.

"Just out of curiosity," she started, "why did you throw those clothes in the garbage? I walked in, and I saw you dumping them in the dustbin over there. I'm just asking because they looked like girl's clothing, and i was intrigued."

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"Thanks Rowan. I've been working on it forever." Rosalie said in response to his compliment. The brunette looked down at the grass and shrugged in response to his question about the people in the drawing. "More or less of a 'family'. I think of them only as the ones that brought me into the world. Nothing more really." He saw that the picturesque smile on her face had been replaced with a deep and sullen expression. "Oh..." he replied, his face matching Rosalie's. Once again, he had made the situation dreadfully awkward. He stared off into space, until the sound of a familiar voice brought him back to earth. "H-hey! What's everyone up to today?"

It was Brandon Faust, a child of Ares, and in Rowan's opinion, one of the coolest guys in the academy. Brandon was so big, strong, and laid-back, that Rowan couldn't help but look up to him as a sort of role model. For a child of the god of war, he never had a ferocious temper. "Sup, Brandon!" he greeted him with a hearty grin.

Rosalie greeted him as well. "What's everyone up to today? Mind if I join you?" he said through a slight stutter. Some people talked about how Brandon was awkward with girls, but Rowan didn't see it. If anything, HE was ten times more awkward with girls than Brandon was. "Or would you prefer I left you guys alone with your books and your private conversation?" he added. "Actually, I was just about to go to the cafeteria to get some breakfast before class starts." Rosalie replied. She then glanced up at Rowan, who was surprised to see that she remembered he was still there. "Rowan, do you want to come with me just in case Arielle and her followers are there?"

The name Arielle threw him off guard, and his cheeks started to uncontrollably grow a bright pink for the second time that day. "Uhhhhh....." he said, his left hand scratching the back of his head. He knew it was ridiculous, but Rowan was somewhat scared of Arielle Liu and her followers. He'd heard stories about her and Vanity Blond, and he knew that those two were bad news. Then again, he had never associated with them, so they probably didn't care about him anyway. He let out a half-smile, and swung his drawstring bag back unto his back.
"Ah, what the heck? I've already eaten breakfast today, but I can go for round two." He chuckled under his breath, and then lifted his right arm towards the girls and Brandon.

"If we're going. I might as well show you this," his eyelids lowered as he spoke in a lower tone of voice, "this is what I managed to do to myself today."
His lime-green arm shined brightly in the sun. "I bump into a girl on my way here, and then as soon as I get up, I find that my damn arm is lime-green!"

Sybil Nolan

Sybil had been enjoying herself as she relaxed under the large tree. That is until a voice jarred her thoughts.
"Good morning Sybil, you're looking exceptionally hideous this fine morning - Have you been using a new shampoo or something?" A scowl was forming on her face as Sybil glanced up to see the source of the words.
Xavier Richards, the son of Khione and quite possibly one of Sybil's least favourite students. He always seemed to make a habit of irritating her, now being a prime example. His face was plastered with a large smile that would have melted the heart of any girl, provided she didn't know his personality.
"Witty as ever Xavier." Sybil muttered, although it appeared that he didn't hear her words as his attention was drawn elsewhere.

He whispered something that Sybil couldn't quite catch before giving Sybil a bow,
"Alas, m'lady... duty calls." His accented words were followed by a tip of an imaginary hat before Xavier wondered off. Sybil watched him go, pleased to see the back of him. He only looked back once at her, winking as he left. Sybil pulled a face before getting to her feet. His appearance had completely ruined her morning, but at least something else had drawn his attention away from her.
Sybil glanced back to the spot where he had disappeared. She hadn't seen what he had picked up but no doubt it meant that someone would soon be upset.

She wondered over to the spot and realised that what Xavier had taken were Saoirse's clothes. Sybil silently cursed the boy before stepping to the edge of the water and cupping her hands around her mouth, the better to get her voice across to Saoirse.
"Hey! Marisa!" Sybil called, using Saoirse's nickname, "You might want to come in."
Sybil didn't really want to yell out that Saoirse's clothes had been stolen. She would wait at the water's edge for her friend. The only piece of clothing she could offer Saoirse was her black jacket but Sybil could easily manipulate shadows to cover Saoirse if she wanted, or even shadow travel to her room to grab some clothes. Admittedly the shadow traveling would be a last resort considering the amount of energy it cost Sybil, but it wasn't against the school rules since she wasn't using her powers on another person.

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Emmett Meade

Emmett happily dug into his breakfast as he sat with Arielle and Santiago.

"Emmett" Arielle greeted him, flashing a charming smile his way. There was, as expected, a hint of sarcasm on her lips, "I don't remember inviting you to sit at our table. But, since you're already here."
Emmett grinned, hearing the sarcasm in her voice. Even without sarcasm he wouldn't have been phased. Emmett was rarely insulted and besides he got on very well with Arielle. He knew that she didn't really mind his presence.
"Why thank you very much, It's take effort to be this gorgeous. And sadly, no. Not yet, knowing me it should be anytime now." Arielle replied to Emmett's compliment, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. Emmett bit into his remaining piece of toast as Arielle took the other.

A moment later Xavier sat down at their table, a simple "Morning" and a smile his only greeting. Emmett grinned at Xavier, he was undoubtedly Emmett's closest male friend at Mount Olympus. Emmett always enjoyed having Xavier around. As Arielle and Santiago burst into a string of Chinese that Emmett had no way of understanding he turned to Xavier and nodded back towards the rubbish bin,
"What's that all about?" He asked. Emmett was intrigued to find out what Xavier had been up to, no doubt whatever it was would be worth a good laugh.

A figure slid into a seat around their table and Emmett glanced over to find Paige was now seated with them. He nodded her a greeting and called quickly across the table, "I'm surprised to see you up." . He smiled, letting her know that he was teasing before turning his attention back to Xavier.

Apparently he wasn't the only one curious about Xavier's activities because a figure suddenly loomed over the table.
"Excuse me... Sorry to infringe your conversation, but I have to ask Xander a question."
Sage's eyes cast around the table, her grey eyes glancing from person to person before resting on Emmett for a moment. He gave her a wink, purposefully ignoring the serious tone to her voice. He liked Sage, for all that she appeared to be constantly serious she was always able to help Emmett with school work when he asked. But this was neither a social call or a visit to discuss classwork. Instead Sage seemed to be questioning Xavier on his most recent prank. As Emmett was also curious to hear Xavier's answer he remained quiet and waited.

Halley banged her hand lightly on the table as Arielle had just began speaking chinese or something. There was nothing to listen to now. She pulled the earpiece out of her ear gently and placed it back into her backpack. That was enough of that for now. The roman sighed and packed up her things, taking the orange she stuck it in her backpack as well. It would be a good afternoon snack. Across the cafe she could see Thayer, her older half brother. Did Halley dare to walk over to them and sit by Thayer and all his older friends? She didn't feel she had the guts to and it was kind of depressing to be sitting in the cafe by herself. She did see someone else who had always seemed nice, Sage Fitzgerald, she was talking to Xander.

Slowly and nervously Halley packed up her things and began to weave through the tables to Sage, in hope she would be friendly. Halley only saw Sage as the girl behind the book, as she was always reading. Halley wondered what Sage was doing talking to this group of people. By the time she got there she regretted her decision. Talking to people was difficult, to easy to mess up and spend the rest of the day regretting what you said. Talking to machines was easier, they had no emotion or opinion. Yet somehow Halley always enjoyed using the machines. The small girl took the last few steps of her approach to Sage by fixing her wavy, poofy hair. It was a mess at the moment but there wasn't much she could do now, she was only a few feet away from Sage. What if she turned around? What if she tripped? What if she forg-

"Hi Sage..." Halley said quietly wondering if she even caught the girls attention.

Sage was already talking to Xander so Halley waited patiently behind the bookworm and waited for her to finish. Perhaps maybe later Sage could suggest a book for Halley to read. But until then she was stuck next to Sage listing in on whatever Xander had began to say. Halley looked around, many many people Halley did not quite like were there. She felt vulnerable and to show it she fiddle with her fingers and listened to the conversations around her.

"What's that all about?" Emmett asked.

Xavier barely had time to shoot his a small "You'll see," with a smirk before Sage came over.
Turning to face her, Xavier smiled broadly, entwining his fingers and placing them behind his head, waiting for her to speak.
"Just out of curiosity," Sage began, "why did you throw those clothes in the garbage? I walked in, and I saw you dumping them in the dustbin over there. I'm just asking because they looked like girl's clothing, and i was intrigued."

Deciding to ignore the fact that she had the cheek to call him Xander, Xavier studied the girl for a minuet, taking a bite from his muffin and leisurely taking his time to reply.
"Lovely to see you too, Sage," He beamed, pushing aside her question for now - Why on earth should he tell her?
Instead, Xavier continued, "how are you this fine morning?"

Another bite of his muffin and he could tell Sage was agrivated, Xavier loved to wind people up, and seeing as it was so easy for him to do, why shouldn't he?

While waiting for her response Xavier barely heard Halley's greeting to Sage.
"Halley!" He exclaimed, as if they were long-time friends,"How are you? Do join our delightful conversation - I was just saying how much of a fine morning it was, don't you agree?"
The sarcasm dripped from his words as Xavier fixed his favourite fake smile onto his face, oh how he loved this.

Eyeing Halley, Xavier could tell the girl was intimidated even before she had reached the table, and so she should be, anyone of the people on this table could burst her pretty little bubble in a second - Damn, Xavier loved reminding himself that he could do that.

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Saiorse Zuri Marisabel Smyth

"Marisa"
Was that Sybil? Saoirse turned her head to see a small figure calling for her - Had she drifted that far out in the water?
Diving under the water to maximize her speed as she swam through the sea.
Re-surfacing, Saoirse turned to Sybil and smiled, greeting he friend she asks,"What's up, you sounded urgent?"

While saying this, she looked around for her clothes, frowning when she realised they had gone, how could they have just 'disappeared'.
Someone must have taken them, but who would be so mean and petty? Saoirse thought, knowing the answer immediately.
"Xavier," She hisses softly, looking at Sybil, "it was him wasn't it?"

Without waiting for a response Saoirse scrunched up her fists; beginning to marching toward the library, water dripping off her skin as she went - Would he be in here?

On the way, she noticed Leo and smiled at him, a small greeting before she ran past and into the building, her hands still tightly balled, she would not hesitating in punching that, that, that ass!
As she stormed into the Library, she suddenly became aware of her predicament - She was standing in the library soaked and everyone staring at her, brilliant.

Shaking it off, Saiorse looked around a little before deciding that he wasn't there, leaving, she made a bee-line for the food-hall, she wouldn't change, no, this way she'd show Xavier that she honestly didn't care (even though she most obviously did).

Before entering the hall, Saoirse hesitated a little, thinking about how humiliated she'd be, but soon Saoirse's fury enveloped her again and she walked calmly but determinedly through the doors, spotting Xavier and walking over to him.
Taking a deep breath, she looked him straight in the eyes, ignoring everyone around her, and asked him simply, "where did you put them?" Never once taking her eyes from the boy.

Maddie had been up long before the sun with her feather duvet curled around her slender frame. The young daughter of Hecate suspected there might be a pop quiz in Mr. Guess's history class this morning and refused to fail. Of course, it was only a rumor that a test would actually be handed out. In any case, Maddie didn't want to take the chance. She would know all the material he'd assigned front to back before stepping foot into that classroom. Occasionally she would curse herself for how irrational she was being when it came to schooling, but Maddie feared falling behind and had vowed to never let it happen. Sure, that meant more study hours and less time with friends, but school came first.

Suddenly, the Tinkerbell alarm clock stationed on Maddie's desk sounded, breaking her trance with the textbook. If she didn't get a move on, she'd be late and then, it wouldn't matter if she was prepared for the possible quiz or not. The vintage-patterned, black and white duvet fell to the floor as Maddie scrambled from bed. She, being anything save for routine, had no idea which outfit she'd be wearing or how her hair would fall, but she knew she better pick up the pace and decide soon. Her closet held an array of colors and fashions. Maddie, though she'd hate to admit it, took pride in her closet and enjoyed mixing and matching different styles. She wasn't one of those girls who took the easy, comfortable route. No. Instead, Maddie always dressed to the nines.

With the realization that she was wasting even more time by just standing there staring, the brunette took off in a flurry, piecing together different articles until she finally stumbled upon an outfit she liked. The aqua colored pants would make her eyes pop and the black overtones would mesh quite well with her hair. Maddie was satisfied with her choice and worked overtime to pull her hair into a low side ponytail. Within moments, she was checking herself over in the mirror ultimately content with her reflection.

A grumble of her stomach reminded Maddie that she hadn't yet been to get breakfast. Inwardly, she cursed herself. She knew she should start managing her time better, but she lacked the discipline to do so. Life wasn't supposed to be planned out down to the last second. After all, time was merely an abstract invention created by man. In a true sense, there was no such a thing as time. Maddie wished more people had the same outlook as she, but didn't dwell on the fact too much as she set out for the cafeteria.

As luck would have it, as soon as she stepped outside the dorms, Maddie spotted her good friend, Austin. Austin took Maddie for who she was, never tried to change her, and always lent an ear should she need one. In the true nature of friendship, Maddie did the same for him, though Austin didn't need her as much as she tended to need him. It was a friendship, nonetheless and she was very proud to have someone as gentle and caring as Austin in her life.

"Austin!" Maddie called from across the way. "Austin, over here!" she yelled out a second time.

Finally, the son of Hypnos spotted her and started towards her. "Good morning, Maddie." Austin told her quietly. His nature was to say only as many words as were necessary to convey his point. Maddie was actually surprised that Austin had ever opened up to her, but now their friendship seemed so natural.

"And to you too." she returned. "I'm headed off to the cafeteria to get something to eat before class. Want to join me?" she questioned. A simple nod of the head was all Austin offered up in return. Maddie took that as a sign that he didn't really want to talk this morning, and so the two walked in silence in the direction of the cafeteria. What Maddie hadn't expected was the scene before them when they arrived. A dripping wet Saoirse stood in front of a crowd, clearly angry. Scanning the group of people, Maddie put together the fact that Xavier had no doubt pulled another prank. While she liked Xavier and thought he was a pretty alright guy, she didn't find this amusing in the slightest.

"Will you go grab me a banana and blueberry muffin, Austin? I'm going to try to help Saoirse." she told her best friend, but carefully left out exactly how she planned to help. Another nod of the head, and Austin was gone. Maddie really did appreciate the fact that he never butted his way into places he didn't belong. If she didn't want to offer up details, he wasn't going to ask for any. She liked it that way.

A table sat empty a row or two down from where the group had gathered. Arielle, Santi, Emmett and a few others were gathered at their regular table and Sage, Halley, and Saoirse all stood in front. Maddie chose the empty table giving her a direct line of sight to Saoirse. With a quick, almost inaudible incantation, the water that dripped from Saoirse dried up. Her swimsuit and hair began to dry as well. In a matter of seconds, there was no more water left on the girl. Maddie knew she was breaking the rules, but she was also helping. Besides, it wasn't like anyone could pinpoint the mystery drying to her. A child of Poseidon could do the same exact thing.

After catching Emmett giving her a vivacious wink as she had predicted, Sage was surprised to find that he looked as curious as she had been when she had questioned Xavier about his actions. With a playful and deceitful look on his face, the child of Khione took a bite out of his blueberry muffin, and took his time to respond, as though the question meant no significance. To say the least, Sage was disgusted by his attitude.

"Lovely to see you too, Sage," he said, a wildly insolent grin on his face, "how are you this fine morning?"
He took another bite of his muffin. Clearly he wasn't in the mood to give her a direct answer.
"Dandy." she replied, a dark smirk on her face, "Although, I've been better."

"Hi Sage..." said a soft, monotonous voice behind her. The voice had belonged to a girl's, and it was awfully quiet, as though a mouse had just learned how to speak. Slightly turning her head and casting her eyes as far to the right as they could go, Sage glanced at none other than Halley McClain, a daughter of Hephaestus.

"Hello, Halley." she greeted, matching Halley's sweet-sounding tone. Although Sage respected Halley and had absolutely nothing against her, she couldn't help but wonder why the girl had even bothered to approach her. Just from the way her voice slightly trembled, it was evident that Halley had been reluctant to approach the table. So why did she? In the midst of a battle of sarcastic remarks, it was almost a foolish decision to approach her at that moment....

Of course, it wasn't long until the hawk started to claim its prey. "Halley!" Xavier sarcastically greeted the girl,
"How are you? Do join our delightful conversation - I was just saying how much of a fine morning it was, don't you agree?"
A simple polite question was now turning into something else. Sage was never one to have a short-fuse, but it was the mocking of the weak that she couldn't stand, even if the victim was being taunted in a subtle manner. As she stared at the arrogant boy with intimidating and chilling eyes, the feather attached to the chain around her neck started to glow, as if supernaturally. The expression on her face became intense with anger.
"She wasn't ta-..."

Sage had lost her focus when out of the corner of her eye, she saw a girl furiously sauntering into the food hall, her wet bathing suit dripping water onto the floor. At first, Sage was confused by Saoirse's entrance, but after recalling that the girl was a child of Poseidon, everything instantly clicked in her head. Xavier had stolen the clothes from Saoirse while she was swimming. It only made sense.

"Where did you put them?" she said simply. With the enraged glimmer in her eyes, the plain words came out ferociously. Sage watched as Saoirse stared at Xavier. The two seemed to shoot daggers at each either as their gazes interlocked.
"Saoirse, are you talking about jeans, a tee-shirt, and a red and white cardigan?" she said calmly to the infuriated girl. It was that moment that Sage noticed Madison Bridle, a daughter of Hecate, standing next to Saoirse, using mystokinesis to dry the soaked girl. Madison was someone who Sage had always consistently shown recognition to. She always seemed to have her head on straight.

The child of Athena briskly walked over to the garbage can, pulled the clothing out, and gently handed it to Saoirse.
"I'm assuming these are yours? I discovered them while I was entering into the cafeteria. Someone was propelling them into the trash when I arrived."
She didn't mention Xavier's name. She was well aware that Saoirse already knew who had committed the devious crime.

Looking at the table in front of her as well as the three girls standing behind her, Sage crossed her arms and let out a half-smile. She didn't want to wage a war, nor did she want to attract anyone else to the table, so she decided it was best to leave.
"Right, well, I best be off to my first period class. Don't want to be late for the bell. Antío."
As she ended her sentence in a heavy Greek accent, the blonde gave a small wave, and disappeared into the hallway.

"Ti éna MALAKA." she cursed Xavier under her breath.


(ooc: @PatchworkHeart AAAACK!! Sorry about Xavier's name!!! :( Looking back, I realize that I had confused his name with a character named Xander from a different roleplay. I would tell you to change the post, but I think i'm going to keep it. It'd be kind of funny for Sage to know everyone else's name at the academy except for Xavier's, and have her mess up his name throughout the roleplay. :D)

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As soon as he showed his arm to the group of three, Rowan noticed that Selyse was the first one to react. Then again, she would be the first one to react. She was a daughter of Tyche, the goddess of luck. Crazy things NEVER happened to her. Embarassment did not exist. By the way Selyse Hendrickson dressed and acted, she knew she didn't have to worry about getting bad grades, losing games, or being harassed. With luck, the world could be handed to you on a silver platter. Rowan wondered what his life would have been like if his father would have met Tyche instead of Hecate...

"It will fade, though, won't it?" she said with concern. This threw him off guard, as he was expecting all three of them to laugh at him. "Yeah, I should be fine." he said, "The girl I bumped into was one of Iris's daughters, so I don't think it should last long..." He then twisted and turned his arm in the sunlight, and a smile crept onto his face, "In fact, I think it's starting to grow on me. I might use it to scare people or something..."

Selyse then turned to Brandon, who was still sitting, and asked if he wanted to come to breakfast as well. Rowan looked out across the lake, watching people as they wandered and socialized. Having the guts to approach Rosalie and Selyse, Rowan realized that he wasn't as small as he thought he was. Everyone on the campus was different and made their own pathways in life. He looked down at his blue opal bracelet. Maybe he would find courage after years of waiting. Coming back down to earth, Rowan waited for Brandon's response, and then decided he would follow the group. He wouldn't have much to talk about, but at least he wouldn't be getting breakfast alone.

As Halley was able to catch Sage's attention she unfortunately caught Xavier's as well. And when he said her name in an over the top voice she jumped a little bit, startled. "How are you? Do join our delightful conversation - I was just saying how much of a fine morning it was, don't you agree?" Halley looked from Sage then back toward Xavier, making sure to avoid all eye contact. He was asking her a question? Why? It was a stupid question anyway, he'd said it out of fun, just to see what she'd do. It was kind of like a messed up game in away. However Halley took it a little bit too seriously, she didn't know what the morning was like, the weather that is. She hadn't been outside at all day. So as a response she panicked and mumbled the words "fine I guess" But to most people it came out with no diction, leaving a wordless murmur. The Hephaestus girl adjusted her backpack straps and went back to playing with her fingers.

But Halley hadn't came to talk to Xavier, she only wanted to talk to Sage, hoping to make a friend. Sage was about to make it clear that Xavier shouldn't be involved in their conversation and she was getting awfully angry. When Sage turned to the cafe entrance and Halley followed her gaze. In walked two girls, one sopping wet the other Halley recognized as Maddie Bridle, an older girl and child of Hecate. Halley was simply confused by the situation. She was glad however that the attention no longer rested on her. Instead lye on Saoirse, Child of Aphrodite who was now marching over to the garbage can and retrieving dry clothes.

For some reason Halley found it mildly funny at how angry the girl was, never in her life had Halley pulled a prank or tried to upset anyone. She let out a small giggle and was trying not to smile, though it was shown on her face. While Halley had been trying not to laugh she heard Sage close the little ordeal by saying "Right, well, I best be off to my first period class. Don't want to be late for the bell. Antío."Assuming the word Antio meant goodbye the child of Hephaestus looked over to Sage who was already halfway out the door. Halley took out her phone and began to walk in the same direction hoping 'Xavier and friends' would say nothing else.

Sybil Nolan

Saoirse emerged from the water, her eyes already casting around for her clothes. When she saw that they had gone Saoirse took little time to realise who had done it.
"Xavier... it was him wasn't it?" Her words came out as a hiss, her growing anger was evident.
Sybil nodded and Saoirse marched off before she could reply. Sybil didn't know that Saoirse could move so fast, she was quickly gone from sight disappearing around a bend. Sybil followed at a slower pace, unsure whether she wanted to watch the confrontation with Xavier.
In the end she decided to follow Saoirse, Sybil would enjoy seeing Xavier face an angry Saoirse.

Although she quickly lost Saoirse it wasn't hard to follow her, there was a trail of water from where she had dripped onto the ground. The trail led into the library and Sybil had just reached the door when Saoirse stormed out. Apparently Xavier hadn't been in there. This time Sybil managed to keep closer to Saoirse and followed her into the cafeteria.

It was crowded, a multitude of students were gathered at tables eating their breakfast and chatting. But it was towards one table that Sybil's attention was drawn. It was the table that Saoirse headed towards, stopping beside Sage and Halley. Saoirse didn't even seem to realise that she was still dripping wet as she stared down Xavier. Beside Xavier sat Emmett, a grin on his face as he watched the drama. Sybil had never understood how he could be friends with Xavier, or even Arielle. She knew that Emmett's personality appealed to a lot of different people, but he didn't go in for the same mean pranks as Xavier and he was never as bitchy as Arielle... or at least he wasn't towards and around Sybil.

Sybil stopped just short of joining Saoirse at the table, given that Sage and Halley were already there and she didn't want to overcrowd the area. She could hear and see everything fine but Sybil prefered to avoid Xavier's attention, which was much better achieved by staying a safe distance away.
Sybil tuned in to what was happening. Sage appeared to be questioning Xavier on what he had done. When Saoirse arrived Athena's daughter seemed to quickly connect the dots. She walked over to a rubbish bin and pulled out the discarded clothing.

The clothes were handed over, a relief to Sybil, and Sage said her farewells to the table, Halley following quickly after her. Crisis averted. Sybil decided that, given the number of people in the cafeteria, her presence was hardly needed and she slowly made her way over to the spread of breakfast food where she grabbed an apple for her breakfast.

Emmett Meade

Emmett watched the drama unfold, a grin spread across his face. Honestly, he couldn't have thought of a better way to start his day. As Saoirse appeared, dripping wet and wearing nothing but her swimming suit, Emmett clapped Xavier on the back. The man was a genius and this was a masterpiece. Emmett sat back in his chair, arms over his head and gazed appreciatively at Saoirse.

It had become apparent, at the girl's arrival, what Xavier had done. That was why he considered Xavier one of his good friends, he had a way of making entertainment such as this happen.
Sage returned Saoirse's clothing, much to Emmett's disappointment and then left with the final parting words:
"Right, well, I best be off to my first period class. Don't want to be late for the bell. Antío."
At the reminder of class Emmett felt his enjoyment of a moment ago sink. Class, what a bore.
Well, first he would have to finish his food.

Emmett dug into his food, scraping the last few items of his plate. As he ate he kept an eye on those gathered around the table. He hadn't failed to notice Sybil, standing back a bit from their table. The quiet Hephaestus girl had come and gone too, bringing out a sweet looking phone as she left. Emmett's eyes had immediately latched onto the item. His fingers itched. He stood up abruptly, gave a nod of farewell to those around the table and then ran to catch up with Halley.

A friendly smile spread across his face as he fell into step with the girl. He had never had much to do with Halley. The girl was quiet and he had rarely had reason to talk with her. He most likely would have ignored her completely if not for the treasure trove of technology that she possessed.
"Halley, how are you?" His tone was friendly, casual as if he were catching up with an old friend. His eyes darted from her face to the phone in her hand and then back. Of course he wouldn't steal it right out of her hand, there was no skill in that, only brute force. No, he wanted to see exactly what the phone could do before he tried to nick it.

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As she finished talking to Santiago, she looked to the side to see someone else join the table. Paige Harrison, a girl who was somewhat of one of Arielle's friends, she could roll with the punches. Which was a giant plus for most of Arielle, that means she wouldn't cry and boo hoo about the comments that came out of her mouth. She looked to the side to at least acknowledge the girl who had just sat down. "Hey Paige." which was followed with a small wave. All the while, Santiago was throwing away his tray before sitting back down at the table across from his friend. She was about to say something before closing her mouth and turning her attention to Sage. She quickly lose her joy and the cold look that was always in her eyes, came back. And, earlier than usual.It at least returned right before going to class. She wasn't complaining through. Santiago looked to his side and looked her up and down as Sage began to speak to group. "Excuse me," She tilted her head to the side in sarcastic politeness, waiting to hear what was oh so important that she had to come up to them now. "Sorry to infringe your conversation, but I have to ask Xander a question." She watched as the girl's eyes go on to Emmett for a while which infuriated her even more and Arielle couldn't even explain why. But, whatever the reason, just Sage's presence truly annoyed Ari. She looked at her half brother with a raised eyebrow, wondering just what the hell he did now. "Just out of curiosity, why did you throw those clothes in the garbage? I walked in, and I saw you dumping them in the dustbin over there. I'm just asking because they looked like girl's clothing, and i was intrigued." She looked toward the dustbin and looked back at Sage. Right when she was about to say something, Santiago said the same thing on her mind. "Oh c'mon. From the looks of the clothes. They needed to be in there any way." He told the girl with a serious face and a shrug of his shoulders. Arielle turned towards Xavier as he started his sarcastic act.


"Lovely to see you too, Sage, how are you this fine morning?" Before anyone knew it, Halley had walked up behind Sage, again infuriating the small girl. "Hi Sage..." Arielle let a small scoff out before rolling her eyes. Halley, at least to Arielle was just one of the pesky bugs that wouldn't go away. She always felt the need to be around people mostly when people came up to either talk to or confront Arielle herself or one of her friends. "Halley! How are you? Do join our delightful conversation - I was just saying how much of a fine morning it was, don't you agree?" She let out a small smile before speaking. "It was anyways before you two came over here." She told them as she turned back to the two girls standing up on the other side of the table near Santiago. And before anyone knew it all the eyes were on the front door as Saiorse walked in and stormed to the table to Xavier. "where did you put them?" Oh, so they were the mermaid's clothes. "Huh? I could see that now." Then again Xavier would pull a prank on anyone or anything... other then Arielle herself. She didn't want to do something drastic to her half-brother because of an idiotic prank. After a moment, Saoirse somehow got dyed out of no where. And, Maddie walked next to the daughter of Posiden. "Saoirse, are you talking about jeans, a tee-shirt, and a red and white cardigan?" Now, Santiago and Arielle were just watching the now boring conversation. When Sage walked to the bin and back, showing the other girl the clothes. "I'm assuming these are yours? I discovered them while I was entering into the cafeteria. Someone was propelling them into the trash when I arrived." Arielle just rolled her eyes once again with the fire in her eyes now dulled down in boredom. "Right, well, I best be off to my first period class. Don't want to be late for the bell. Antío." She watched Sage exit, leaving Saoirse and two overly nice and nervous girls at the table.

"Great now that you have your rags back, you can leave now. Seeing that your guys' little leader has left. And Halley, what was the purpose of coming up here if you were only to give off this nervous vibe to us?It's pathetic." She told them with a fake smile on her face before watching Halley walk off without another word. She waved the girl off before looking back to Emmett who was surprisingly quiet. When he got up and gave them a nod for goodbye. Arielle just gave him a scoff that ended with a small laugh. "Go get your girl, Emmett." She told him in sarcasm as walked out of the cafe and to Halley. Arielle looked at Santiago who was just rubbing his temples from being so irritated. Something he did everyday. "I need another coffee, want one Elle?" She nodded, knowing he already knew how she liked it. She playfully pushed him as he watched past her. She felt someone kick her seat, knowing it was he best friend who had a smirk on his tan face without saying another word. So, with no one left other than Paige and Xavier. She turned her attention to the two. "So, Santi and I are thinking of going out to two after the classes let out. Wanna go with my new big brother and new friend? She asked, knowing it wasn't really an option.

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OOC:I will do Rose later today, I'm in a hurry.

"Well, run along Hal. You don't want to lose her." Was all Halley heard before Emmett was on his way again. He'd shortened her name too, which she won't have minded except it was Emmette, not one of her good friends. The quiet girl scrunched her nose in distress, hoping that would be the last time he'd come in contact with Emmett though knowing very clearly it would not. Before running to catch up with Sage, Halley turned her phone back on, seeing she had no new messages or updates the girl ran to catch up with Sage. She also decided that this would be the last time she'd try to be social, it was so much harder than she'd expected.

There was only a few reasons Halley would even approach anyone. In this situation she simply felt lonely and homesick. Sage seemed nice and she always used big words, okay maybe they weren't that big but, she always sounded so smart. Obviously the last thing The girl of Hephaestus want was to be a burden to Sage. That was how she felt to mostly everyone. Which made her start to think. Maybe Sage didn't like Halley. Maybe she was running away from her. Why would the bookworm run away though. Did Halley smell? Was she annoying? Did Sage find Halley's naturally quiet voice obnoxious? There was so many thoughts that made the little girl finally slow down her walk. That was enough socializing for today. She was at her classes room anyways. She walked into it, the air smelled like pencils, paper, and desks. That clean class smell, every room started with at the beginning of the year. As Halley came into the room Low and behold, the opposite of that really sitting in the back of the room was Leonard Moreland. He was completely kept to himself though. So Halley pretended not to see him and sat in the middle of all the desks. Her navy blue backpack swung over the shoulder of the chair she quietly tapped away on her phone. Just waiting for the bell to ring, or the teacher to come in...anything.

After copying the twenty tests that he would need for his second period class, Raymond Guess confidently breezed through the hallway, whistling a tune as he passed the various classrooms. So far, the year at Mount Olympus Academy had gone relatively well. There had been no problems in any of his classes, (save for a few rambunctious students here and there) and he could see another smooth year of teaching approaching his way. One thing that surprised him about the classes he taught this year were HOW WELL the students could keep up with their studies. In fact, most of his classes were comprised of Franklins, Einsteins, and Edisons. He barely had to stress about the kids learning the material. Even if they didn't grasp the key concepts of history as fast as others did, all the students in his classes were intelligent in their own unique ways.

208...210...212.
Mr. Guess entered his classroom. The brightness of the sun that glimmered through the window highlighted the red pigments in the carpet. Because of the luminous interior, the teacher never had to turn on the lights. The bare white walls were covered in a plethora of posters, shelves, and artifacts. On one side of the wall, a brightly colored African tribal mask hung with pride. On another side, different vases with Greek battles depicted on them stood quaintly upon black wooden shelves. With all the stuff in his room, combined with the scribbles of dates and ancient peoples and places on the white board in the front of the accomodation, one could get easily lost in the museum-like learning space that was classroom number 212.

Mr. Guess placed the blank tests on his gray desk. He moved them far to the side, and then pulled out his attendance sheet from the drawers below. He nonchalantly checked the board, making sure it was clean. He was just about to leave, when he caught a mysterious figure sitting just out of the corner of his eye. He swiftly rotated his head to welcome the student with a wide grin.
"What's up, Leonard?" he energetically said, "How's it going? I'll be right back after the bell rings. Just going back to the teacher's lounge to get some coffee."

With that, he strolled out of the room, opening the door a little bit wider, as classes would be starting soon.

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As she rushed to her first-period class, Sage quizzed herself on the Battle of Thermopylae in her head. Random names and dates swirled around like a whirlpool in her mind. The Battle of Thermopylae occurred in 480 B.C., Xerxes commanded the Persian troops. The pass where the Greeks led the Persians controlled the only road between Thessaly and Central Greece. Ephialtes was a traitor who led the Persians through the Anopaea path, allowing the large Persian fleet to attack the Greeks from behind...

Behind...

Someone was behind her.

Sage glanced backward, her eyes widening when she stared upon what seemed to be her shadow, Halley McClain. Of course, there was nothing suspicious about Halley being in the hallway, but with her eyes locked on Sage from far away...was she following her? Awkwardly approaching her in the cafeteria merely wanting to say 'hi'...it was probable. But why? Why would Halley McClain be following her? Did she have a question she needed answered? A task she needed fulfilled? Sage would question her motives later if the stalking continued. She hoped that the hushed girl actually had a purpose in following her. To the child of Athena, people who approached her with no purpose or goal in the conversation were only considered a waste of her time.

As she made her way towards room 212, Sage happened to pass Mr. Guess as he sauntered out of the classroom towards the direction of the teacher's lounge. Although it had been a short period of time, she already knew his mind. Mr. Guess always came to his classroom after the bell in order to have a fresh cup of coffee with him as he taught.
"Hey, Sage."
"Hello, Mr. Guess."
She momentarily watched him walk past her, and then proceeded to enter the classroom. Taking a seat at the front of the class, Sage pulled out her history notebook and textbook, as well as various folders, writing utensils, and historical books. It was amazing how the girl could cram an abundant amount of stuff onto such a tiny desk. She opened her notebook, and started to jot down the date on the top of the page while also keeping a lookout on the entranceway. Eventually, Halley came, taking a seat at one of the desks in the middle of the classroom. For some reason, Sage had expected her to come into the room faster than she did. She glanced back once again, catching a familiar figure hunched over at the back of the class: Leonard Moreland.

Like Sage, Leonard Moreland was a talented student, and a child of Athena. He was also the only person who could beat her to class. (On average, he had managed to come into class thirty seconds faster than her. Sage still wondered how he was able to do it.) She stared at him, knowing that there were so many questions she needed to ask him. Maybe he knew much more about the goddess of wisdom than she did. All Athena had ever revealed of herself to her was essentially an owl, and a golden blanket. Like many students at the academy, perhaps he had met the goddess himself. Sage found herself determined to ask the lanky boy these questions right away. Besides, he was her brother, and she hadn't even told him her own name yet.

Maybe her attempt to start a conversation with him would even inspire Halley to socialize with others instead of following Sage around for no apparent reason...

She stood next to his desk, and put a small, polite smile on her face.
"Sorry to interrupt you from your reading," she gently started, "but I feel the need to properly introduce myself to you. My name is Sage Fitzgerald. Like you, I was born to the goddess of wisdom, reason and battle strategy: Athena. Your name... it's Leonard Moreland; correct?"
She firmly extended her hand toward him, but she made sure not to block the book that was extended upon his desk. It was his choice to respond to her actions or completely disregard her existential presence.



OOC: Will post for Rowan very soon

With his hands in his pockets Emmett lazily made his made towards his dorm. He was whistling a tune to himself, anyone hearing it would not be able to place the song since it seemed to change with Emmett's fancy, altering from that new song he'd heard the other morning to an olden goldie that his grandparents liked.

His whistling quietened as his eyes cast over the face of the dorms, alighting onto the many open curtains and the rooms beyond. Most people were getting breakfast or on their way to class. Most people would have left their rooms blissfully unguarded. Emmett's eyes darted from window to window, the seed of an idea forming. He spotted one window that showed life, he could see curious shadows moving behind the curtains and it took him a moment to realise that the room belonged to Miles and Adam. Emmett's mouth twitched into a smile, no 'borrowing' from that room today. He made a habit of checking Miles' fridge for goodies. Recently the boy had started to lock his fridge, a waste of time given that locks opened for Emmett without the need for keys. Just one of the perks of being Hermes' son.

He was jolted out of his thoughts by the sudden appearance of his half-brother. Quentin looked horrified, not at almost running into Emmett but at the idea of losing a moment of sleep.
”What day is this? Is it Saturday? Does that mean I can go back to sleep?... It can't be Saturday, because that means yesterday would have been Friday, and I definitely do not recall getting wasted last night.” His words tumbled out, not giving Emmett enough time to reply. Emmett waited for Q to finish, a smile on his face as he watched his brother talk. Finally Q stopped talking, his face splitting into a grin.
”So where are you headed then? Up to no good? Need a wing-man? ... Holy fuckballs, I need some coffee."

Emmett pushed a stray curl out of his eyes, letting his own smile grow to mimic Q's grin.
"I was just on my way to have a shower, but I think I'll stop by and... pop into a few rooms. I've gotta check that no one's brought illicit substances into the school." Emmett knew that his brother would understand what he meant, it was obvious that Emmett's interests lay in breaking the school rules, not protecting them. He gave a lazy shrug before continuing, "What can you do when you live with a bunch of deviants? Someone's gotta keep 'em in line. You're welcome to join me."
Emmett liked to work alone, preferring not to be slowed down by the clumsy attempts of others. That is unless it was Quentin. Q was the only person that Emmett would even consider taking with him. But, as Emmett looked at his half-brother, he wondered if he would join him this time. As Q had mentioned, he needed a coffee. Emmett wouldn't hold it against him if he decided to pass on this particular adventure.

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Head down, nose in his book was how Leonard spent most of his time when he was trying to disappear. Today, sitting alone in the classroom, he found that he was readying himself for the arrival of others. His back was hunched over his desk, the book as close to his face as he could get it without actually hitting him.
The book? A stunning work on the string theory. The physics of the idea was breathtaking and Lenny was completely absorbed in its depths. His brain was absorbing and playing with the ideas as he read, his eyes flying across the words.

It wasn't until footsteps sounded, and close, that Lenny's attention was diverted. His eyes flicked up above the pages of his book to see Mr Guess, son of Poseidon and the History teacher, placing papers on his desk. It took him a moment to spot Leonard, all the way at the back of the room and when he did Lenny quickly ducked his head back behind his book. Then Lenny thought perhaps it was rude to ignore him, Mr Guess was a teacher after all. So, hesitantly, he looked back up.

"What's up, Leonard?... How's it going? I'll be right back after the bell rings. Just going back to the teacher's lounge to get some coffee."

The words sent a wave of relief through the shy boy, he wouldn't have to struggle to think of something to say now. However his relief was short lived because a moment later a girl walked in. Leonard recognised her immediately as Sage Fitzgerald, his half-sister. His eyes widened and he hunched further down in his seat. He was shy around everyone, Sage was no different. Only his shyness stemmed from a fear that, as her half-brother, he would somehow disappoint her. He also spotted the arrival of Halley and was pleased when she sat down in the middle of the room, not attempting to converse with him.

It seemed that Sage had no such problems with approaching him. With a polite smile on her face she thrust out her hand and introduced herself.
"Sorry to interrupt you from your reading... but I feel the need to properly introduce myself to you. My name is Sage Fitzgerald. Like you, I was born to the goddess of wisdom, reason and battle strategy: Athena. Your name... it's Leonard Moreland; correct?"
Lenny took a slow breath, steeling his nerves. Among other things Athena was the goddess of Courage and Lenny, as her son, would have to take a leaf out of his mother's book. Only... only the words stuck in his throat as he tried to answer Sage. His hands fumbled as he marked his page and put the book down. He managed to take Sages hand and give her a quick shake before withdrawing his hand.

He took a gulp, then a deep breath and then another gulp as he calmed his nerves.
"You... you can call me Lenny." His voice came out surprisingly strong, despite the initial stutter. Then his mind started to race. Perhaps he was being to forward? Or not friendly enough? As a fellow child of Athena was Sage also scared of spiders? Was she, unlike him, a warrior? What weapon did she favour? He knew she was smart, perhaps he could ask her to compare notes? Or would that also be too forward. In the end he bit his tongue and waited for Sage to make the next move.

The boy looked up at Sage with slight anxiety in his intense greenish-blue eyes. Both of the demigods' eyes were similar. Sage's had more of a gray hue to them, but compared to Leonard's, they had a corresponding light shade of colors. Noticing this, the sixteen-year-old girl realized that light-colored eyes must have been a trait of Athena's. Her father possessed dark blue eyes, nowhere near the color of Sage's. Perhaps it was the same case for Leonard. Just by approaching him, she was already learning about her godly parent.

She watched as his hands trembled as though he had been electrocuted. She was expecting him to be shocked or annoyed, but not frightened. His hands managed to mark the page where he had stopped reading, and as his book dropped to the surface of the desk, it made a faint echo in the classroom. He grabbed her hand, and briskly shook it. He looked as though he was choking on his own words. Finally, he calmed down, and although he stuttered, his voice came out oddly powerful.
"You... you can call me Lenny." he said after he initially removed his grip on her hand. It was the quickest handshake Sage had ever received in her life.

Contemplating the fact that this boy seemed to move rather hastily in everything he did, Sage continued the conversation.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lenny." she said, taking a quick glance back at Halley afterwards. Would the daughter of the god of blacksmithing and crafting join the conversation? It was hard to predict. To Sage, Halley had a certain complexity about her that was quite complicated for her to understand. Children of Hephaestus always had questionable qualities that down-to-earth children like Sage just couldn't comprehend.

She placed Halley in the back of her mind and turned to face Leonard again. It was then that she caught sight of the title of the book he was reading. A certain spark of excitement lit up in her head and spread throughout her body.
"Jeremy Sanshone, "The String Theory; A Brilliant Branch of Theoretical Physics". That's what you are reading, correct? I picked that one up exactly one week ago for a bit of light reading. His definitions are prodigiously coherent, aren't they?"
She spoke fluently, yet utterly fleeting that someone with poor ears would have a hard time understanding what she was saying.
"Believe it or not, Jeremy Sanshone was actually a demigod himself! A child of Momus, in fact. I would continue reading more of his works, but I've been awfully caught up with circle constants and tau that, well...I've almost forgotten to go to the library and pick up more of his books!"
She gave a slight chuckle, and then the raised lines on her face dropped into their original positions as she calmed down.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Lenny. I hope we can chat again sometime soon. I have many questions to ask you, but I'll hold them until classes for today are over. Just wanted to give you a warning."

She gave him one last polite smile, and then promptly walked over to her desk located towards the front of the classroom. She sat and wrote notes until history class began.

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It was interesting to see that Rosalie and Brandon had different reactions when inspecting Rowan's eerie green arm. They made light of the situation instead of making it darker and more serious. "Nice going, buddy." Rosalie said in playful sarcasm. Brandon, on the other hand, had a reflex of burly laughter. It brought a smile upon Rowan's face to see at least SOMEONE laugh about his condition. After a while, though, he seemed to contain himself. He then apologized, confusing Rowan. What Brandon was apologizing for was exactly what the son of Hecate wanted to happen.

"My buddy Jayce is a child of Hecate, just like you, he's been here a while and is pretty good at minor magic like that. If you like, I could talk to him about helping you remove it. He's always looking into some pretty goofy stuff, so I bet he's got a seal for that."
What Brandon had said threw Rowan off guard a little. "Jayce?" he asked. Rowan knew Jayce. He was his brother. Like Rowan, Jayce knew how to cast spells. He could perform magic, and quite well to say the least. There was only one thing about Jayce that Rowan was simply perplexed by: his multiple personality disorder. He knew that if he did it right, he would be able to remove the pigment off of his arm without the help of Jayce. But then again, that was if he DID IT RIGHT. With his bad luck, he'd probably cause the pigment to become permanent on his arm. He didn't want to risk it, and so Rowan knew that Jayce, being better at spells, would probably be the one to cure his condition. Although the thought of Jayce curing his arm, of all people, was a bit worrisome, it was also intriguing.

"Alright, sounds good." Rowan replied to Brandon. What was the worst that could happen? It would be rude to turn down the offer. Afterwards, Selyse helped Brandon up onto his feet, and he accepted Rosalie's invitation to the cafeteria. As Rowan walked with the group, breathing in the fresh scent of the late-summer air, a nerve struck in him as Brandon spoke yet again.
"So Rowan, Arielle's been picking on you again? Why not stand up to her and her pathetic little friends? You're such a nice guy, and there's nothing wrong with that, but don't let her step all over you like that. You can always come to me or one of our teachers if you're feeling bullied."

The fifteen-year-old could feel his face turning red and a tiny trickle of sweat building up upon his forehead. Arielle Liu; he hated that name. The girl was so pathetic, so arrogant, and so....powerful. It made the boy furious that snotty whores like Arielle could get whatever they wanted. Unfortunately, whenever he was in a room with the child of Khione, he was forced to take cover, as he was always the target for her constant criticism and bullying. Not wanting to talk about the subject, Rowan gave a fainthearted, "Yeah, you're right." to Brandon as he walked through the door that Rosalie had so kindly held for the group. "Thanks," he said as he slipped into the cafeteria, not even noticing Ray Chami and his guitar, as he was too focused on his thoughts about the ever so stupid Arielle Liu.

As Brandon was always so popular at the academy, the four found themselves being called over by one of his friends; Nate Sterling. Nate was an exception to the rule that children of Aphrodite were always so air-headed. As Rowan took a seat at the cafeteria table, he glanced at who was around him. There was Thayer Hendrix, a sarcastic child of Hephaestus who took pride in his witty remarks, Gwen Swann, another child of Aphrodite who had her head on straight, (and undoubtedly the most attractive out of the Aphrodite kids) and Nolan Yarley, a son of the all-powerful Zeus who seemed more like an Athena kid. Rowan wondered why he hadn't talked to these people before, as they seemed to be in his crowd. Noticing Rosalie with her cup of coffee, he excused himself from the table, and went to go get his own. He never drank coffee, but he figured that with his new green arm, he might as well become a different person for the day. After pouring the hot beverage into his own foam cup, he grabbed the biggest bagel he could find and balanced it back to the table, taking a glance over at Arielle before sitting down. Hopefully she wouldn't notice his arm. As the demigods around him conversed, Rowan took big bites out of his second breakfast. Once he finished, he would make his way over to his first period class.

History class was Halley's least favorite class of the day, good to get it over with right away. But she desperately wanted it to start so at least people would be forced to sit down around her and she would blend in with the other students. The classroom was small fitted with many desks and Halley had chosen one right in the center. There might have been a better chance of her sitting in the back but Leonard was already there so she had panicked. Sage had also walked in the room but decided to go for a front seat. The bookworm probably enjoyed history. Sage had then walked to the back of the room and had a quick chat with Leonard. Halley listed to them but kept her eyes down at her desk. When the conversation ended Halle watched Sage move back to her desk. The bookworm then took out a notebook ready to take notes...or had she already started and was trying to get ahead? Halley turned her head to look back at Leonard hoping he would see she smiled and gave a friendly wave. What if Mr. Guess assigned a project? She needed Leonard to be her partner, who else would be... After waving to him she remained in her seat and put her elbows on the desk and her head in her hands. Slightly bored and really nervous about who else might walk in to the room. She already had a list going of who she hoped wouldn't walk into the room.

Saoirse had quickly recovered from the incident and put it aside, for now, remembering that she has to get to History class - Immediately, or risk feeling the wrath of Mr. Guess; while yes, Saoirse was technically his half-sister, she was almost certain he wouldn't let her off.
And so, the girl ran back to her dorm and quickly grabbed a change of clothes before rushing out again, off to History.

After bounding in through the door and almost falling over, Saoirse takes a deep breath and takes a seat next to Leonard, he was nice and she really couldn't deal with anyone that would bring up anything to do with Xavier or she might sock them in the face.
Saoirse takes her books out of her bag and looks over to Leonard, smiling "Hey Leonard," She says softly, knowing that if she were too loud or in his face, the boy would cower back and probably become uncomfortable.

Giving a brief smile to Sage as she re-took her seat, after talking to Leonard, Saoirse guessed. The girl had given her clothes back to Saoirse after all.

Her mind wandered a little, back to the Ocean of course - Where else? She relieved her first finding out about being a Demi-God, of course she hadn't believed it but, in time, her father did help her. How Saoirse wished she could go back to living with her father, not that she didn't love it here but - It was different out there.

Shaking her head a little, Saoirse regained focus and smiled, waiting for Leonard's response.

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Sighing, Xavier supposed it were time to get to class; lazily, he walked out of the dining hall, semi-following after Arielle and Paige until he spotted something that piqued his interest - Darling little Halley in room 212, History, ah, brilliant.
Usually the girl wouldn't even merit Xavier's glance but as there was seemingly nothing else to do and History was his next lesson, a lesson he despised with that awful teacher Mr. Guess, he found himself waltzing toward the door before entering with a grand, "Yes, I am here, I have come to lighten your tedious little lives - Thanks are not necessary."

Xavier then glided over to Halley, greeting her with a marvellous, "Halley darling! Fancy us meeting again so soon - Are you stalking me? I think your stalking me, that's adorable but I'm afraid I am taken by the one and only girl who can't quite get my name right, which is surprising seeing as I am the loveable darling of the school, Sage."

His theatrics were cranked up to full blast - He felt like being a little over dramatic today - as he joined Sage and kissed her on both cheeks before sinking into the desk next to her.
Xavier then looked at Mr. Guess and smiled, "When you're ready, sir." Leaning back leisurely in his chair.

Taking a quick glance around the, rather quiet, room, Xavier spotted Saoirse and gave her a quick wink to which she replied with a rather crude gesture.
Grinning, Xavier spotted Leonard sitting next to her - One of his other 'victims'? Was that the right word? Never mind, the boy was much to easy prey and as of right now, Xavier just wanted to get this lesson over with as quickly as possible.

Most likely Emmett should have expected Kate's reaction. Her eyes snapped open and before Emmett quite knew what had happened she was lying on his back with Kate's hands pinning his arms to the bed.

"Отстань от меня вы--Emmett?" She seemed to fully realise that it was Emmett a second later, and not some crazy killer. She let go of his wrists and jumped off the bed. Emmett smirked. He crossed his feet at the end of her bed and rested his arms above his head, lying as casually as if it was his own bed. He watched as she composed herself. Her initial reaction was to apologise and, for a moment, Emmett thought that he had gotten away with it. Then Kate seemed to remember that Emmett was the one who had broken into her room.
"Wait, no I'm not. What the fuck are you doing in my room?!" She punched his arm. Emmett pulled his hurt, puppy dog face while drawing his arm down and giving it a rub. Emmett shrugged,
"I was bored and I thought it was about time the school saw your lovely face." He ended that last comment with a cheeky wink.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I keep my door locked for a reason." She said, barely concealing her own smirk. Emmett laughed and held his hands out in a 'what can you do' pose.
"What can I say, locks just open for me." He told her. He pushed himself up and around so that he was sitting on the bed, his feet on the floor.
"'Sides, I know you love waking up to my beautiful face." He added, flashing her a winning smile. Emmett and Kate were friends. Emmett knew that his flirtations would just slide right off the girl, which was why he enjoyed them so much. She didn't take him seriously and was able to give it back as good as she got it.



"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lenny." Sage said. Lenny was pleased, despite his shyness that his half-sibling had approached him. He was surprised to find that he didn't mind her presence as much as he would someone else.
Her attention seemed to be grabbed by the book Lenny was reading on String Theory. Before he quite knew what was happening Sage and began a spiel on her thoughts on the subject.

Lenny found himself nodding along as she talked, almost opening his mouth to add his own thoughts. In fact he had come up with several points of difference between Sanshone's work and what Lenny believed to be a more accurate way of approaching the idea. Before he could voice any of his thoughts, however Sage said her farewells and made her way to her seat. Her last farewell promising Lenny that she would talk to him after class.
"Sure." Was all Lenny could voice before Sage left.

The prospect of discussing anything with Sage left Lenny with a curious combination of nerves and excitement. Already his mind was whirling up ideas and questions, while also conjuring up horrible scenarios that fed is anxieties.
Lenny was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost missed Halley sending him a friendly wave and smile.
Lenny cringed into his seat at the sudden friendliness, biting his lip as he thought how best to reply. Should he wave back? Or say hello? What would she think if he didn't reply? Before Lenny could come to any sort of conclusion Halley had turned around again, leaving Lenny to hope that she hadn't thought he was ignoring her.

A moment later Saoirse entered the room. She chose to sit next to Leonard, greeting him softly
"Hey Leonard,"
Leonard gave her a shy smile, his shoulders hunching up slightly. Truly, he felt as if he had already used up his small amount of confidence for the day. But he liked Saoirse, she was nice to him, and he felt that he should make a effort to speak to her. The problem was that his mind, as usual, was analysing every option. He couldn't think of anything to say without wondering if it would offend Saoirse or make her laugh at him. So, thoughtlessly he blurted out the first thing that managed to creep through his filter,

"Did you know the male squirrel monkeys sometimes assert dominance by urinating on subordinates." His eyes widened as soon as the words were out of his mouth and he felt his cheeks redden.
'Well done, Lenny.' He thought to himself, 'Talking about urinating to a girl when all she said was 'hey'.'

The room was slowly filling up with people, Xavier had just entered. Luckily for Lenny he seemed to have found his target in Halley. Lenny quickly ducked his head, waiting for Saoirse's reply. Hopefully she wouldn't draw attention to his strange outburst.

Sybil Nolan

When Sybil judged it was time to start making her way to class she left her room, making sure to lock it and wondered out of the dormitory buildings. She took one glance down the corridor towards Kate's room. She wondered how Emmett had fared against the girl. Kate could move pretty fast when she was surprised.

The walk to the classroom didn't take that long. In all honesty Sybil would have shadow traveled into the classroom but she often found that too much shadow traveling in one day made her irritable. She had already done it once today. Besides she didn't mind the short walk. It was pleasant outside and she would soon be stuck indoors listening to Mr Guess talk about History.
Sybil didn't actually mind Mr Guess and his lessons weren't the worst she had had, but history was not something she was passionate about. She would much rather have been out practicing her sword fighting or in the power control class.

Other students were making their way to their classes and Sybil, upon entering the room, found several people already occupying the room. She spotted Leonard and Saoirse in the back row. Leonard was, as usual, ducking his head while his cheeks burned a bright red. Then there was Xavier and Halley. Sybil disliked Xavier and had little to do with Halley. The remaining student was Sage, seated up front and already scribbling notes. Sage and Sybil weren't friends but Sybil had nothing against the girl.
Sybil would have preferred to sit next to Saoirse, but could see that Leonard was already having a hard time with one person seated next to him. So Sybil simply waved to Saoirse and made her way to the back corner seat on the other side of the room to Lenny.

The darker corner suited Sybil well enough and gave her a decent view of the whole classroom. She put her bag on the table, placed her hands on top and then rested her chin on her fingers.

Halley had been minding her own business sitting at her desk when no other than Xavier Richards walked in the room. He was at the top of her please don't walk in the door list. He gleamed when seeing her and burst out saying "Halley darling! Fancy us meeting again so soon - Are you stalking me? I think you're stalking me, that's adorable but I'm afraid I am taken by the one and only girl who can't quite get my name right, which is surprising seeing as I am the loveable darling of the school, Sage." Halle was most definitely not stalking him. If anything she was avoiding him. Halley failed to communicate back to Xavier any real words. She just seemed to keep her head looking down at the desk waiting for him to go away.

She watched as Xavier left her side and went over to Sage. If one person scared her the most in the school it was Xavier, just the way he looked and how tall he was made her want to never ever look at him. Mr. Guess was in the room and Xavier had told him "When you're ready sir." Was that rude of him to say? Halley couldn't tell, he was the teacher so he deserved respect. Halley tried to make herself as small as possible while she waited for the lesson to begin. Then she quickly slipped her phone out of her pocket and began to play Angry Birds as a time passer til the class started.