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Ruth Reyes

"If you fly like Icarus, never again will you feel the sun's warmth...Although, Icarus was a damn good flyer, so perhaps just seize the day in moderation."

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a character in “Aeonis Academy for Demi-Gods”, as played by katyisaladybug



"The layperson studies people. The genius investigates ideals. At least, that's what I learned from Marie Curie..."

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Ruth Annabelle Reyes

Ruthie, which is decently tolerated, Baby Ruth, which she considers cute, but isn't particularly a fan of, and The Redheaded Recluse, which is a nickname invented by the students to be used in a derogatory fashion. Recited by many of the academy members, only one word of the two-part phrase is actually true. And its not the one you think it is.





Heterosexual with a sapiosexual preference, however, she is completely aromantic, as she is unable to take any hints of flirtation. In fact, she might actually be put it simply, she's more confused about the subject than others, and considers the topic of little importance.

50% Irish, 30% German, 20% Russian




Need a term paper completed, a difficult errand run, or perhaps a criminal mastermind demolished? Ruth Reyes is your girl, and unlike the other cheats around the island who make you pay before they play, she does all her work for free. Yes, that's right - this altruistic demigod will do anything in order to eradicate the problems of the human race, whether they be big or small in size. But the question is too great to ignore; why does she enjoy helping others so much when she should be taking care of herself? The answer, quite frankly, is a simple one. Due to her heritage, this seventeen-year-old was born with a rapid mind faster than a racing engine. Exceptionally intuitive, satryrical, logical, and intelligent beyond her years, it's no question that Ruth Reyes is a genius. She even has an IQ of 179 to prove it. Her memory is almost photographic, she can learn things like hand-to-hand combat and the basics of nucleur physics overnight, and she has no problem figuring out puzzles in a short amount of time. (Even if that puzzle turns out to be the internal wires of another human being.) Because of her overwhelming witticism and shrewd observational skills, she gets bored quite easily, and is always looking for challenges to buy her time. Therefore, she reaches out to those facing trials and tribulations, hoping to create strategies and solutions just for the fun of it.

However, where she's strong in brainpower she lacks in many other areas. Her greatest flaw lies in her inability to understand social grace, as well as spoken social cues. Often times she doesn't even realize that her harsh criticisms, biting sarcasm, and somewhat condescending nature tends to upset people, let alone make them think that she's a psychopath. She's got a cold streak and can be manipulative when she needs to be, plus she can unintentionally (and sometimes intentionally) be a bit of a showoff at times, but Ruth is far from being an evil mastermind. She's not like the demigods born from Eris who use their skills to cause chaos. That's not who she is. She's a very good person with a straight moral's just that she doesn't quite know how to be a good person in society's standards, and consequently has very little friends despite her ambitiousness to help others.

Furthermore, her schizophrenia is something that impairs her talents as well. Fortunately, she has medication for her disease that calms it down to a very bare minimum, but sometimes she'll be seen on a park bench talking to herself or stating delusions with confidence. (Such as the made-up fact that she was once a pirate in a past life.) Her schizophrenia is all the more reason for strangers to take her as a madwoman, and students to bully her with ease. Fortunately, she'll have witty quips to throw right back at them, but that's not to say that peoples' taunts don't hurt her sometimes.

Still, despite not having many friends, those who she loves take pride in the fact that Ruth is a protective and loyal confidant. Even though she is frigid and cynical, she's got a heart of gold that truly cares for those who care for her, and she will do anything for the people that keep her world turning. She may be introverted when it comes to her emotions and what she believes in, (she's a huge advocator of women's rights and the protection of mythical creatures and wants to get a career involving the latter topic despite the fact that many believe she should be a CIA agent or detective,) BUT if someone approaches her, she will not keep quiet and hide in a shell. She is, to be honest, reasonably confident. Although Ruth is sharp in her comebacks, retorts, and last words, her persona and basic demeanor can be seen as old-fashioned, excessively quirky, and even humorous in the eyes of others. She's always breaking the norm, which makes her extremely odd, yet strangely entertaining. She tends to perform inappropriate actions when she does not have any intent of offending others, and displays chisled facial expressions that although are meant to be serious, can produce snickers and giggles from those around her. Even the way she walks can be hilarious at times. In conclusion, Ruth Reyes is a weird one, yet possesses reliable resourcefulness and brilliance that makes her godly parent extremely proud.

Learning something new The occasional cigarette Solving mysteries on TV and in real life (although with television shows, the plots tend to get too predictable) Debates Crossword puzzles History and mythology Studying from textbooks and other huge works of literature Helping those in need Anatomy Mythical creatures and their preservation Politics Competition Chemistry Learning new languages (she can speak six) Proving others wrong Dark chocolate with tea.

Idiots Bigots and cockiness Boredom Terrible ideas Misogyny, racism, and animal cruelty Getting embarassed Being proven wrong Dull conversations and topics of little importance (such as dating and drama) Annoying children Her plans not working Superstitions Liars Not being challenged enough.

☠ Driving (she gets a lot of anxiety when behind the wheel, which is very strange for someone as reckless as her) ☠ Those with loose morals overunning justice and dominating the world ☠ Her disease leading to a tragic downfall ☠ The demise of those she cares about.



{ B I O G R A P H Y }
Ruth's life didn't really begin until she was about nine years old. That's when she was adopted out of the fucked-up foster care system by a loving couple and commissioned to spend the rest of her days in the District of Columbia. Before then, she had hopped around from house to house with barely any possesions besides a pillow case, an encyclopedia, and a few clothes. She had never known her biological parents, and the only guardians she did know tended to abuse her in the worst ways imaginable. Not all of them did - in fact, some were very nice. But the ones who weren't so nice never took kindly to the fact that there was a homeless child living in their house. Although she was too young to remember everything that happened to her, her subconscious developed to her surroundings, and once she was old enough to attend grade school, she was far more independent than most children her age. It always made her teachers concerned, but Ruth would never mind. She got straight A's and almost never acted up, and that was all that mattered. After all, she had learned to distrust adults, and in a sense, fear them.

Anyways, when she turned ten, her parents noticed how she'd constantly talk to blank space as if there was someone or something there. The people who worked in the foster care agency persistently told the couple that Ruth had always attained a very creative mind, making up imaginary friends wherever she went. However, after her new parents got her tested, they found out that their daughter's imagination was actually a rather serious problem. Ruth was diagnosed with mild schizophrenia of the positive subtype, and was given medication to keep it to a minimum. The medicine worked extravagantly well, however, there were still some times when strange hallucinations would appear in front of her or she'd hear voices that weren't really there.

So when Ruth saw a woman with a glistening white gown, a golden helmet and large spear appear in her bedroom, she was positive her mind was playing tricks on her. But then she'd see this woman again and again - even her dreams contained the lady's face. This woman would even claim that she was the girl's mother, Athena. It was through these strange appearances that Ruth learned of her real heritage. She tried to explain her demigod status to her parents, but of course, they thought she was just delusional.

And then the day came that Ruth accidentally shapeshifted into an owl. After flying through the streets of London uncontrollably, (she had moved from Washington D.C. to Great Britain by the time she was eleven), she tried to keep telling herself that none of these strange occurences were real. It was just her disease taking over. But deep down inside, she knew it was all a fanciful reality. People were reacting to her sudden change on the sidewalk. She could make up many invisible pedestrians, but the amount of citizens that were crowding around her after she crashed far outnumbered the amount her mind could create. Thus, she accepted her fate, and did some research.

A week later, Ruth's parents woke up to find that their baby girl was nowhere to be found. She had disappeared from their flat in the darkness of night, and much to their unknowing, the girl was heading on a journey towards a peninsula that hosted one of the most magical places on earth...The Aeonis Academy for Demigods. She didn't enroll in the school until she turned fourteen, however, she did live independently in the city for many years, and spent her copious free time learning everything she could about mythology. Eventually, her parents actually found her, and after explaining to them what was different about her and why she needed to attend Aeonis, they were persuaded to let her stay. Now Ruth studies her hardest at the academy, and has high hopes of making a name for herself in the future. She doesn't want to become a full-fledged god like Hercules, but she does want to bring honor to the demigod status.

Kieran Reyes // Adoptive Father // 51
Mildred Reyes // Adoptive Mother // 47

She does not consider Athena, the goddess of wisdom from whom she was born, as a mother. Instead, the two treat each other like very good friends, and when the generous goddess comes to visit Ruth, the two will chat nonstop for hours. Athena is similar to a very intuitive guidance counselor, and always provides the seventeen-year-old with exceedingly good advice. Not only that, but the goddess accepts and appreciates her anomaly of a child, and to Ruth, that's all that really matters in their relationship.

Of course, she values intelligence like she cherishes the oxygen that allows her to breathe, however, Ruth uses her intangibility much too often. Sliping through the walls like it's effortless, it can be used as a much quicker alternative to walking like a normal person.

Believe it or not, Ruth does have a musical side. When bored, she'll play her guitar for all of the students on the campus to hear. Fortunately, she is rather good, and sometimes even gets tips on lucky days. Also, if you didn't know, this demigod uses her cellphone more than people assume. She texts friends and other people of interest quite often, and will never leave a message unanswered.

So begins...

Ruth Reyes's Story

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{ 7 A.M. || Son of Hecate and Teacher of Greek Mythology || His room --> Hallways }

Out of all the days in a year, this was the one he considered the most festive. This was the day that he was always busy scrambling to find papers, learning the names of the new teachers, and preparing things to say to those he had not seen all summer. However, instead of doing these things, Otto just stood in front of the glass bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection lackidaisically. This time around, Orientation Day would be a bit different. Perhaps drastically different.

Three more days. Three more days until his son's eighteenth birthday. Three more days until Hecate's curse would finally take place, and three more days until his past mistakes would finally catch up to him. Just thinking about how many minutes Quentin had left made him cringe like a madman. The fact that he could do nothing in his power to prevent his son's demise made him cringe even more. It had been so hard to jump out of bed this morning. He couldn't even wrap his head around the mornings soon to come.

But despite the lack of hope in his utterly frail situation, was he going to give up? Was he still going to try and change things before it was too late? Those were questions he was still trying to find answers to.

He stared at his face, his eyes, his hair. Clearly, fatigue and age had marred him. Already, he was beginning to gain the appearance of an old man. Well, perhaps he was an old man, despite the fact the felt as though he still had much to learn. He sighed, shut off the bathroom light, and exited into his small dormitory's study. He draped a navy blue blazer over his white flanel shirt, snatched up a green clipboard resting on the table nearby, exhaled a deep sigh, and with his chin and posture forcefully risen, exited into the hallways of the faculty building.

As he scurried through the long corridors that appeared to be a bit whitewashed from the light of this dull morning, he figured it best to head to the security of his own classroom, where he would quietly eat his breakfast in peace. Otto had already decorated his room and prepared his syllabus a good two weeks in advance. He was a tidy man. Clumsy, but undoubtedly tidy. He liked to be prepared. It was a virtue taught to him by his parents at a young age, and his instincts always felt a bit frazzled whenever he had no plans. That was one of the reasons why he always kept himself busy. He had found the rush of activity to be much more pleasant than the power of relaxation.

Before his conscious began to pass into mindlessness, he found a silhoutte breezing through the halls nearby. He could tell from the figure's dark hair and broad shoulders that it was the respected and much-cherished man known as Enoch Nixon. In other words, the headmaster. In even more words, the god of medicine and healing, Asclepius.

To Otto, he was a wise man. Enoch's demeanor and effort to make everyone happy was always a pleasure to behold. The mythology teacher was grateful to have him as a boss. The more Otto thought about him, the more he realized the man's power in the world of Olympus. It was then, as he stared upon him from a distance, that the grey-haired man had an idea.

He sprinted up to Enoch's side, giving him a half-hearted smile. If not for depression and exhaustion weighing him down, it would have been bigger.

"Good morning," he chirped, trying to keep up with the headmaster's pace. His strides were a lot wider than his. "Erm," Otto stuttered, "if you don't mind, I-I need to talk to you. Preferably in private." He scratched the back of his head with his left hand. His other right hand tightly gripped the edge of his clipboard in sheer apprehension. "Probably later, I guess? You're most likely you usually are. I uh...see you've got some notes there. So later, maybe? If that's okay?"

Realizing that he was speeding through his thoughts and talking much too fast, Otto quickly composed himself and took a deep breath in.

"Sorry," he apologized, "It's just something really urgent to me, that's all."


{ 8:02 A.M. || Daughter of Athena || City --> School Grounds }

Heartbeats pounding like a hammer. Air in and air out. Silence and the smell of half-lit cigarettes.

These were the sights and sounds that littered the atmosphere of the dusty apartment room located outside of Aeonis Academy's campus. Outside of the perspective of the fiery-haired girl standing in the middle of the living room, the area was dark, morbid, and seemingly deserted. Even though there was a half-opened window bringing in delicate traces of daylight, the musty space continued to lack any kind of brightness. If a maid or any other stranger had walked into the flat at that exact moment, they would have questioned why on earth there was an alabaster-skinned seventeen-year-old standing there with a blindfold over her eyes and an actual katana sword grasped between her hands. Obviously, it was a rather strange sight. A sight you didn't see every day. However, for the girl actually holding the heavy Japanese blade, this circumstance she found herself in was completely, utterly normal.

The daughter of Athena stood there in anticipation; she was listening, feeling, and learning her surroundings rapidly like a blind bat caught in the dead of night. Her knees were buckling in weariness, but that was the fun of it all. To her, everything challenging was entertaining. This was a girl who found all television shows boring, parties absolutely worthless, and gossip a topic for the dull-witted.

To put it simply, this was a girl who took comfort in the abnormal, and banished everything society and well-mannered individuals deemed as appropriate.

Just then, she heard the quick pitter-patter of tiny feet swiftly approaching behind her. Like a flash of lightning, she pivoted on her heels and raised her sword up high, deflecting the blow of the other sword attempting to penetrate through her skull. She heard a loud clanking sound and valiant, "Kiya!" and with a twist of her hips, she dodged another blow. Her legs moved forward, and with an offensive mindset, she swung the sword forward, and then behind. She jabbed and blocked, and finally, her katana crashed with the other. She pushed, but the force was unwavering. The girl couldn't break free. And it was in that moment that her blindfold was cast away from her face. A Japanese man gazed upon her with intensity, his blade still connected to hers. Slowly, he cast his katana down, giving her a proud smile and two distinct words.

"Good job."


"Y'know, you did outstanding work today, Miss Reyes." the man raspily muttered after stopping at the red light in front of him. "For only a month of practice, you have the swordsmanship of Miyamoto Musashi."

The red-haired girl emotionlessly stared out the car window, observing the streets of the unsullied city that lay before her. Her hand was gently rested upon her chin, while a slender finger hung between her two thin lips. "Your praise is undoubtedly appreciated, Akio," she said, "but my real concern and attention lies in whether or not I have earned the prize you promised me. Have I passed your precious test?"

The man chuckled, and shook his head. "All this training I've offered you, and all little lolita cares about is her damn prize." He snickered, rolled his eyes, and then placed his attention back on the road. "You've passed, and the prize is yours. Of course you've earned it, Miss Ruth. Even though I think you deserve more than that useless junk."

While others fled the prestigious academy for demigods in favor of home during the hot summer months, Ruth Reyes always made the decision to stay upon the peninsula until school was back in session. She did this not out of hatred for her adoptive parents or because of a rebellious disposition, but out of a burning curiousity and a desire to learn everything she could about the world of Greek legend and mythology. The city folk near Aeonis knew a plethora about the gods and their might, and Ruth, with her mental metabolism, made it her goal to inquire them all. Fortunately for her, she had a place to say during the summer, and that place was the apartment of a demigod whom she simply called Akio. She did not know his last name, as he refused to reveal it to her. Most likely out of fear that she would figure out the terrible shenanigans he pulled in the past, she presumed.

Akio was odd, just like her. When she first came to the peninsula at the age of eleven, he was only city-dweller who offered her a place to stay. He saw something in her that most people assumed was insanity. He let her smoke and do whatever she wanted without judging her actions. As long as she "paid" him in return, (which meant making his adrenaline rise, as he had an addiction to dangerous, risky scenarios,) their relationship would always stay a good one.

"So," he started again, "Orientation day, huh? I remember starting school every year. How eager I was to start trouble on the campus. I doubt you're the same way, little lolita. I doubt you ever start trouble."

Ruth snorted. "You don't know how wrong you are, Akio. Unlike you, however, the trouble I start is never intentional."

He snickered. "Anyways, did you see the strange lightning cloud in the sky this morning? Freaky weather, I say. This place is always so abnormal. The sun's shining brightly, and BOOM! Almost made me shit my pants in bed..."

The girl's brows lowered as the car continued to accelerate forward. "Where was this cloud?"

"Just over the academy, I believe. Why do you ask?"

Ruth smirked. "Because that was no ordinary lightning cloud. That was Zeus."

Akio scoffed in surprise. "Zeus? What would Zeus with all his power and responsibility be doing at tiny Aeonis Academy? You know how lowly he thinks of the establishment."

The daughter of Athena turned to face him. "Well, that's the question I'd like to answer. Clearly he came down for an important reason. He wouldn't just leave Mount Olympus to have a chat over tea and biscuits, now would he?" In that instant, Ruth began to chuckle with glee.

Akio glanced at her in confusion. "Why the sudden laughter? You're a lunatic, you are."

She quietly shook her head. "Because this is a wonderful mystery that needs to be solved, that's why!" and with that, the car stopped in front of Aenois Academy's gates. Akio reached behind him, and from the back seat, drew a leather messenger bag that undoubtedly belonged to Ruth. "Your prize is inside," he said, giving her a quick peck on the forehead as though she were his daughter. "See you soon, little lolita. Take care" With a final nod and smile, the girl exited the car, and with her power of intagibility, passed through the steel gates as though they were composed of liquid.

She quickly strolled across the winding paths of the academy, eager to get back to her dormitory. She wasn't so happy to see her roomate, but she was excited to get back into the groove of the school year again. Suddenly, a jogger passed by. She recognized the runner as Zoe Yeoman, a daughter of Hermes, and judging by the music that blasted through her earbuds, a lover of classic rock music. Recognizing the melody, Ruth smirked, pulled out her phone, and scrolled through her list of contacts until she found the girl's name. Zoe Yeoman might not have had her number, but Ruth had hers. She quickly tapped the keys on her grey iphone and hit 'send'. The text read...

To: Zoe Yeoman
You have a great taste in music. I personally prefer "Paint It Black", as it is more emotional in my eyes, (the PTSD of a soldier after the Vietnam War is a very heavy subject to tackle,) but I guess the lyrics to that song are more motivational. Happy jogging.

Finally, Ruth entered the girl's dormitories, where she sauntered through the hallways until she found her room. She phased through the solid door, opening up her messenger bag and placing her labelled "prizes" (various blood samples of rare mythological beasts) upon the table nearby. She'd put the glass tubes in the freezer later, but until it was time to head to class, she'd do some testing first. After downing a pill intended to calm down her schizophrenia. Ruth looked around, and gingerly knocked on her roomate's door.

"Spencer?" she called, "are you awake?"

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1st of September, 8:17 AM | Orientation Day
Girls Dormitory

As she lay, sprawled out on her bed, Zoe glanced at the mobile in her hand, an expression of curiosity touching her eyes when she noticed the pale symbol of an envelope adorning the screen, beside the time. Her thumb slid across the lock screen, -the background of which was her and Kirin, making the ugliest faces imaginable- and tapped in the four digits (1, 9, 4, 3 - or Mick Jagger's birth year, if you must know) before reading the message. She had expected it to be from one of her friends, in reply to the three texts she'd sent out not so long ago, but the time on the message said otherwise, having arrived on her phone whilst she was running. As she read it, Zoe's lip perked into an amused smile.

You have a great taste in music. I personally prefer "Paint It Black", as it is more emotional in my eyes, (the PTSD of a soldier after the Vietnam War is a very heavy subject to tackle,) but I guess the lyrics to that song are more motivational. Happy jogging.

"'RR'?" She frowned slightly in thought, searching for someone in her acquaintance that matched those initials. Seconds later, the smile returned, and she deftly saved the number under the name 'Good Taste', muttering the person's true identity softly, "Ruth Reyes." After a quick ponder, she typed a response, pleased to be aware of someone that shared her taste in quality music.

Good Taste:
Why, thank you. And I see your point, although if you want a 'difficult subject to tackle', I reckon
Sympathy For The Devil is worth a shot. It's not every day you get a first-person narrative from Beelzebub. Personally, I think he's misunderstood.

Just as she sent it, her phone vibrated, and she flicked onto her messages once more, as the phone murmured again, thrice. Ooh, aren't I popular? Opening the first text, her previous enthusiasm dimmed ever so slightly, at the reply from Lachlan (or, as she had warned to call him: Laky-shaky-mo-maky-breaky-achy):

Sorry Zo, I'm with Nessa headed to breakfast right now. Meet up later?!

Huh. Apparently not. All the same, she smirked, noting his company knowingly, and shot back a quick text:

No probs. Knock 'em dead, Lover Boy. ;)

The second was from 'Stud', and she read it with a laugh, hearing his cool and collected tone as she did so.

Stud? Really Zoe?
I may have missed you, not your nicknames though.

"'May have'? How dare he!" She commented with amused sarcasm, before flicking on to the third message.

The next message perked her mood notably, and she read it with the excitement clear on her face.

I missed you too! I'm still in my dorm, been up all night drawing and messing around with my little mad lab of a room. Gimmie about fifteen minutes to get dressed and I'll meet up with you! xoxoxo

She was about to reply when she noted that the third text bore the same sender as the one she was currently reading, and she flicked it open, only to find that it was Kirin, informing her that she'd meet her at orientation, and that she needed to see Kade.

Sure thing. See you there. :D

Zoe replied cheerfully, but as she chucked the phone onto her nightstand, she tutted in teasing disapproval, "Honestly, these people and their adolescent romances... Wheres my Hugh Grant?" She slid off the bed, picking up her phone again and slipping it into her pocket before approaching the door. "Ryan Gosling? Cary Grant?" She glanced at her roommate's abandoned luggage, and her fingers started to itch. "No." She scolded, before walking out the door, hearing it lock behind her as it swung shut.

More to herself than anyone else, she mumbled a mildly sorrowful, "... Now what do I do?" Before shrugging, and deciding that she may as well get something to eat. Sliding her headphones over her head, she walked over to the cafeteria accompanied by 'Pour Some Sugar On Me', and hummed quietly along as she swiped a crisp apple from the bowl, shooting a wink at the lunch lady, who returned the gesture with an amused, faux-irritated smile. Zoe trailed along the line, pondering how to spend her time, and bit into the apple with a soft crunch.

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Character Portrait: Tessa White Character Portrait: Castor Lancaster Character Portrait: Spencer McKnight Character Portrait: Juniper McKinney Character Portrait: Priscillia Stanford Character Portrait: Mark Buick Character Portrait: Terrance Alcaeus Character Portrait: Ruth Reyes
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Castor was working on getting things ready for orientation and his first class. He had decided to take a short nap on his desk when he heard the lightning crash. Castor immediately woke up and nearly fell out of his chair from how loud the noise was. He cursed under his breathe and picked up the papers that fell on the floor. "Well great. Daddy's here..." Castor prayed that Zeus wouldn't be paying him a visit. He wasn't in the mood for a 'father-son' chat with the big guy.

Castor finished his work and made sure his outfit was perfect. He looked himself over using the camera on his phone as a mirror when a text appeared from his favorite student. Castor's lips curled into a devious smirk when he read it and then he responded:

Hey you. I just finished up my work for orientation. My summer was wonderful but I'd rather you tell me about yours later.

Castor sent the message and out his phone away before grabbing his messenger bag and coffee and leaving the classroom. He decided he wanted to go pay his two favorite coworkers a visit and figured he'd find them together. After a few turns down the halls he stopped at the counsellor's office to find the two he was looking for. "Hello ladies." He said with a charming and seductive grin on his face. "You two look positively lovely today."

Castor noticed Terry and acknowledged him by giving a friendly nod.


"Spencer?" Her roommate called. "Are you awake?"

Spencer groaned into her pillow and flipped over onto her back. I am now... She tossed her sheets off of her body and got out of bed. She then wiped the sleep away from her eyes before realizing her roommate would want an audible response.

"Yeah, I'm up. I'm getting dressed now."

Spencer flicked on the light in her room and made her way to her closet to pick out some clothes for her first official day at the academy. Spencer eventually picked an outfit and put it on before opening her door.

"Uh, hey roomie." Spencer said awkwardly. Both of them had been here early. Ruth was her before Spencer. Spencer tried to come as soon as possible for the sake of getting out of her hell hole of a house but she didn't know why Ruth came early. It's like she really cared if the girl told her or not. [color=#00006]"So what do you need?"[/color] Spencer asked figuring that would be the only reason why she would wake Spencer up so early.

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{ 8:17 a.m. // Daughter of Athena // Girl's Dormitory }

The wooden table jolted with energy while the various blood samples sprawled out across its smooth surface bobbed up and down in their test tubes. Reluctantly, Ruth picked up her vibrating phone. Fortunately, her agitation was appeased thanks to the sharp wit of Zoe Yeoman and her impressive knowledge of rock and roll music. She had always assumed that 'Sympathy for the Devil' was a first-person-narrative of Lucifer. However, it was possible to see Zoe's point of view. Before she could think too much about the unimportant subject of art, the ginger slammed down her iphone and continued to immerse herself in her makeshift lab work.

It was then that her roomate, Spencer McKnight, finally responded to her call.

"Uh, hey roomie." the blonde said awkwardly. Ruth didn't respond. She didn't even look at the girl. She was too busy swirling her precious test tubes around in the lamplight like glasses of red wine devoid of oxygen.

"So what do you need?"

Ruth Reyes laid back in her chair and squinted slightly. "Some silence would be marvelous," she replied, "although I do have striking news that concerns you. More specifically, your kin..."

She flipped the cork cap off of one of the samples, and drew it closer to her ski-slope nose. A particularly strong waft of bitter minotaur's blood filled her nostrils, and they instinctively crumpled upwards like a twitching house rabbit's.

"So a friend of mine saw a curious sight very early this morning: a single lightning cloud lingering over the academy in the midst of a sunny sky." Ruth uncrossed her legs, and carried the swatch of red monster fluid with her as she opened the door to her room. "Now, I've always been one to applaud the notion that this school is a like a magnet when it comes to drawing in unrealistic weather. However, with the time that this cloud should arrive, it's even more chimerical to assume that this single cloud is nothing but abiotic. Clearly, Zeus has made an appearance. And if my theory is correct, he has come down from Olympus to pass on an extremely important message. Something I believe to be intriguingly dangerous in subject...."

While she gave this grand disquisition, the seventeen-year-old searched through the compartments of the large wooden chest next to her bed. She even phased through the wall every so often, as if pacing in thought and worry. Suddenly, she gave a paroxysm of petulance as she raucously groaned and shook her clenched hands.

"That moron of a cleaning lady must have put my microscope back in the chemistry lab like she does every two weeks despite the fact that I diligently remind her not to EVERY YEAR!" with ungraceful swiftness, Ruth checked underneath the bed for her device, only to bang her hand against the floorboards in disappointment.

She sighed. "Well, it looks like I must be off to retrieve my lost possession. Kindly put those blood samples in the freezer, will you?" she asked her roomate before retreating to the front door. She expected the girl to give a disapproving retort, as most human beings would in this situation, but before Spencer could say anything, Ruth decided to fill the silence one last time.

"Oh, and a request. I do believe that the vast majority of students at this academy will not know about the thunder cloud incident that occured today, as most adolescents do not possess the determination to pry their eyes open before seven in the morning. So my dear roomate, I do ask that you keep the morsel of information I have just shared with you between the two of us. Don't want pointless gossip orbiting around the entire school, now do we?"

With a wink, Ruth Reyes gently slammed the half-opened door in front of her, and hastily made her way to the chemistry lab.