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Phoebe Lane

"The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery."

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a character in “Aeonis Academy for Demigods”, originally authored by Cloud, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Phoebe Lane's Story

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Lane Character Portrait: Luna Nyeong Character Portrait: Abilene Beasley
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Her petals arched up towards the sun, limbs extended around the stem of her body in order to feel the beating of the earth beneath her. She dug her roots into the soil and she stretched towards the sky, absorbing the warmth as the morning sunlight unfurled her from night’s dormancy and listening to the whisper of the plants around her. Oh, to be a flower; to gift the earth with colour and life, to converse with buzzing bees, and sway with the caress of a gentle wind. It was all Abilene wanted, all Abi craved, all Abi…

β€œAbi… Abi…”

The soft, steady voice of bluebell breake through Abilene's thoughts, and her warm brown eyes open in a flutter of dark lashes. As soon as she sights Phoebe Lane, Abi's eyes gleam with added warmth and she lets out a light giggle.

"Bumble-Bee! Have you come to join me?" Abilene smiles up at her friend, admiring the way the morning's sun strikes Phoebe's hair as her caramel locks spill over her shoulders. "I'm a sunflower." Abi adds contently, as if this brief explanation would fully explain why she was lying on a patch of grass with her face tilted towards the sun.

"I would love to join you Lenny, but we'll have to postpone until later." Phoebe replies, bending her knees so she can crotch beside her friend. Phoebe's quick eyes take in the blades of grass around Demeter's daughter, their stems curling towards her, and the wild flowers that have sprouted around Abilene's hands. Phoebe doubts Abi is even aware of the growth she's created, and it brings an affectionate smile to Phoebe's face to know that even unconsciously Abi can’t help but create beautiful flowers. Despite being older than Phoebe, Abi has a childlike innocence and a simple view of the world that can guarantee a smile on the younger girl's face. Abilene can bring out the child in anyone, and yet Phoebe must act the parent to keep the flower child on track. "We have to go to the welcoming ceremony, there's going to be a special guest."

Abilene simply shook her head and let her eyes flutter closed again, beaming blindly at Phoebe as she protests, "Oh, I can't go yet, Bee! I haven't caught nearly enough sun." Abi heaves a sigh as she spreads her limbs out further, as if to maximise sunlight absorption. Then the corner of an eyelid creaks open as Abilene pouts at the younger girl, "I'm practically wilting."

Hiding a grin behind her hand, Phoebe gently prods Abilene with the other. "Lucky for you, you don't rely on photosynthesis to live." She reminds her friend, her tone good humoured and light as she speaks. While some might not have the patience or inclination to deal with Abilene's eccentric moods, Phoebe has never minded in the slightest. She knows just how to lure the girl inside to study, or entice her away from her garden to eat. "But you know, it'll be sunnier at noon. If you like, we can come back and sunbathe then?" Phoebe waits and watches as Abilene turns the words over in her mind, never letting up her fond smile.

"Only if you let me braid your hair." Abilene returns after a moment's deliberation, her pout transforming into a wild grin as she carefully pushes herself into a sitting position. Her hand glides up to grasp a lock of Phoebe's hair, twirling it around her finger as she slowly adds, "I'll use yellow flowers, they'll make you happy."

"Yellow is my favourite.” Phoebe agrees with a smile as she offers Abi a hand up. Abilene takes it with a grin of thanks, pulling herself to her feet as she lets her other hand slip from Phoebe’s hair. On her feet, Abilene makes no move to brush off the traces of grass that stick to her clothing and limbs. Small leaves adhere to her legs and grass stains decorate the white cardigan Abi has around her shoulders. Phoebe can only laugh affectionately at her friend’s show of disregard for her appearance, and casts a warm arm around Abi’s shoulders in a quick hug before they set off.

Their steps take them towards the dining hall, the pair meandering through the school grounds the long way so that they might catch up on their time apart, for the most part. Abilene talks as if she had seen Phoebe yesterday, continuing conversations finished before Aeonis had let out for the break. There is no linearity to Abi’s conversation, one moment she’ll be informing Athena’s daughter of the progress of her plants, and the next she’ll be weaving stories of her family. Abi’s habit of referring to family and friends by flower nicknames works in such a way that Phoebe has to decipher whether Abi is talking about her human family or whether she’s talking about her plant family. Regardless of the irregular method of Abi’s story-telling, there is no way to fault the girl. It only takes one look at Abilene to see how genuinely excited she is to share her tales with a friend and Phoebe wouldn’t ruin that for anything.

Only when the pair near the courtyard before the dining hall does Abi’s chatter come to a halt. Her eyes search the students gathered outside for signs of Colin or Morgan, seeking a head of bright red hair or Morgan’s friendly smile. Neither demigod is in sight nor does standing on her tiptoes help to reveal her friends’ faces. Perceiving who Abi is seeking, Phoebe does her own quick scan of the courtyard and similarly comes up short.

"Perhaps they’re already inside.” Phoebe suggests just as the cell phone in her pocket gives the quite jingle that indicates a message. "It’s Luna.” Phoebe conveys as she quickly scans the text. "She’s in the courtyard somewhere, can you see her?” Just like that their search shifts. Phoebe is about to send another text asking where her friend is, when Abi’s excited voice stops her.

"I found her! There, beneath the cherry tree.” Abi declares triumphantly, already pulling on Phoebe’s arm as she moves towards Luna’s bench. "Hello Lemon! We found you.” She giggles a moment later as the two girls come to a stop in front of β€˜Lemon’ Luna. Releasing her hold on Phoebe, Abi reaches up to the overhanding tree above Luna’s head. Her fingers skim across a thin branch, directing its growth with her will as she calls on her plant magic. Before their eyes one cherry blossom grows and turns a bright shade of yellow, its petals hardening and forming a thick yellow skin as Abi manipulates it into a lemon. With a grin the girl twists the newly formed lemon from the tree and holds it towards Luna, pride clear in the wide smile spread across her face.

Phoebe can only smile fondly at Abi’s display before directing her attention towards Luna, "Hey Luna. I’ve no idea who the guest speaker is.” Phoebe admits, finally answering the texted question with an accompanying shrug. "Though I can only imagine he or she must be important to warrant coming to the welcoming ceremony.” She’s as curious as ever to get to the bottom of the mystery, but must resign herself with waiting for the beginning of the ceremony. Some questions, after all, can only be solved with patience and time.

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    Like the majority of snotty, privileged teens whose future had already been secured, Aiden had associated his break to an absence of pressure or responsibility, but unlike platinum card-wielding teens of his age, Aiden did not spend his free time vacationing in tropical villas or blowing his trust fund on obsolete material goods. While he had been guilty of indulging in such activities in the past, they have long lost their appeal ever since Aiden had caught onto the scent of a much more unusual hobby: finding proof of the Gods' presence throughout history, more specifically, Hecate's. It involved connecting numerous cultures and lore to what he had learned at Aeonis and extensive research for humans had progressed towards an age of science and only the most rural areas had any information of interest.

    Ever since he had left Aeonis last semester, Aiden had been traveling to a number of European countries, using some cultural exchange program to avoid returning to his father. He had sent postcards back to his mo-step mother-- the words still sounded wrong even if he's known that they shared no blood for over 6 years--, but had been too busy or simply out of range of any ISP to communicate with her directly. He felt a bit guilty, but knew that she would be stuck appeasing his father if he went back. Not only was he looking into things the old man did not approve of, the methods and individuals he used to get what he wanted would surely invoke a lengthy lecture with which neither felt like dealing.

    Indeed, antique shops, flea markets, both clandestine and government sanctioned ones, pawn shops and occasional black markets were among the recourse he had to take. His goal had been simple: anything even remotely involved in any lore or rumors involving sorcery, he would inspect, and, should they be even remotely genuine, he would acquire. As a result, he had returned to the small peninsula that hosted Aeonis with a few extra suitcases of old, dusty tomes and items he had to smuggle through customs, his figurative wallet, only slightly lighter than how it was when he had initially left. Admittedly, he may have acquired some items by less than lawful ways--you pick up a few tricks of your own when you've been at war against one of Hermes' progeny--, but one thing he had learned over the years was that one's worth was in the eye of the beholder. Consequently, what was written on the price tags did not always reflect the value he would attribute to some goods that were put on sale and that had been all the better for him. Whoever had the misfortune of becoming his roommate would thus be greeted by a few crates of questionable vials, containing suspiciously organic items and leather bound books on which faded writings in obscure languages could be seen.

    He had come to the conclusion that he would not have the time to properly unpack last night after finally returning to what was his sanctuary. With that in mind, he had given up on the thought altogether to dedicate what free time he had left to deciphering an ancient tome, his latest project. The academy had give its students plenty of time to plan their return, but Aiden had purposefully pushed back the date of his return until the last minute. While he had enjoyed every moment he had spent here, he had also dreaded the start of another semester and that, for no other reason than a childish distaste for early mornings as can be seen on this particular day.

    Having been a night owl for a whole of 2 months and being someone who notoriously loves to sleep in made an early rise particularly painful, especially so due to how late he he had fallen asleep (nose still in a yellowing grimoire) the night prior. When the PA system had buzzed, it was as though someone had unleashed a symphony of kazoo next to his ear and his knee-jerk reaction had been to send everything flying in a not too subtle display of his gift.

    Only when a familiar voice was projected from nearby speakers that Aiden finally settled down, heart hammering in his chest. No freaking way could that thief get in without setting off a spell or two of what Aiden had cast on all four walls, windows and door of his room. And if Theodore had actually ended up being his roommate, which was quite unlikely, too fucking bad.

    The son of Hecate had been so engrossed in his reading last night that he had completely lost track of time. It had turned out that the artifact he had gotten his hands on had been a satirical book of basic sorcery. Whoever the author was, Hecate or one of Aiden's numerous half-siblings, had a twisted sense of humor: the spells that had been listed would work, but would yield results opposite of what had been indicated. Of course, that was usually equivalent to life threatening disasters, but Aiden had brushed that little detail aside. The fact that said book had been the heirloom of a superstitious family of hicks in some rural region of Wales only made it even more hilarious.

    Still, he would have to pay the price of his late night reading. Grumbling under his breath, he ran a hand in his dark hair to flatten any cowlicks or stray locks that had magically appeared during the night so that he could be at least semi-presentable. He was about to call it quits, when he saw that some decade old, maroon ink had somehow managed to stain his cheek, but revised his choice when his mind finally registered what he had heard.

    As much as he loved sleeping in, the first few days of each semester were a crucial time for him to locate Subjects of Interest and find new ones in the form of wide-eyed freshmen. Not to mention this mystery guest. His curiosity was definitely piqued, but that did not mean that he had to be enthusiastic about it.

    As the clock ticked closer to the ninth hour, Aiden blitzed through his morning ritual, leaving a red spot on his cheek where he had furiously rubbed at the antiquated ink. It was, fortunately for some, not enough to completely wake him up so much that he almost tripped once or twice over his own luggage. He will pick up his stuff later. That includes the numerous papers and books and vials that had been flung onto the bed assigned to his roommate. Because fuck mornings.

    Only when he finally had his first cup of jasmine tea did he deem himself ready to head over to the dining hall. On the way, he fished out his phone to send a quick text to one of the few individuals whose presence he genuinely enjoyed and whose mere mention could lighten his abysmal mood, even by an iota.


    To: Phoebe J. Lane
    eyyyy,
    how ya doing? i found some interesting items in europe. youd be surprised how indiscreet some of the gods are. im amazed theyve remained hidden so long! see you at the ceremony




    Text sent, Aiden set his phone to vibrate and slipped it back into the pocket of his indigo blazer just in time to be greeted by the sight of the dining hall. He recognized a few familiar faces, but none that he was particularly interested in socializing with so he sat down at the back with a thermos full of tea --jasmine, of course--, near the entrance, where he could observe the coming and going of his peers without the need to crane his neck, and slowly kick his mind into gear.

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Image"I'll be there till the stars don't shine, till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme..." Luna mumbled tunefully to the music, tucking a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear and adjusted her position on the pristine white bench. No doubt by the end of the semester the underside would be dappled with dried gum (Why do people do that?!), and the top scarred with scuff marks and notes in vivid. Usually such notes were the source of much gossip in the school, and acted as a little newspaper for the students of Aeonis. Not a very reliable newspaper, seeing as the main articles were always extremely short and consisted of words like 'Thomas X Nicole, forever' or 'Yvonne iz a slut' , but nonetheless, it seemed to have a lot of eager readers, as these rumours always seemed to spread like wildfire after being posted, and whispers would be uttered throughout classes, 'No way, but didn't Thomas and Rachel, like, just break up?', 'Yvonne is such a cow, she totally flirted with my boyfriend at the assembly last week!', etcetera, etcetera. Luna absent-mindedly scratched at the white paint, her fingernail just starting to make a mark when she was snapped out of her daze by a cheerful, familiar voice, the voice of the bestower of her curious nickname:

"Hey, lemon! We found you!" Luna looked up, and smiled in greeting. "Hey, Abi." She replied, before looking to the girl standing beside her, "Hey, Bee." She watched curiously as Abi reached skyward, plucking a cherry blossom from the tree. She frowned slightly as the petals began to change form, before her gaze softening once she realised what it what transforming into. When the lemon was offered to her, she smiled once more at the gesture, nodding in gratitude as she took it, pressing the hard, yellow skin to above her lip and taking in the sharp, citrus scent. She never could understand why her nickname was 'lemon', but at the same time, she understood completely. "Thanks."

"Hey Luna. I’ve no idea who the guest speaker is.” Phoebe admitted, causing Luna's gaze to once again drift to her, "Though I can only imagine he or she must be important to warrant coming to the welcoming ceremony.” Luna frowned in curiosity, before shrugging. "Well, we'll find out soon enough." She pulled out her phone, checking the time before returning it to her pocket. 8:56. "Thirty-four minutes to be exact."

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Lucca paused yet again, setting down on the green grass on his way to the academy. There was no need to pay for a taxi when he could fly himself to school. He was only a few miles from the airport anyway, so long as he moved quickly and paused a little often in order to rest from carrying his bags, he was fine. He would sleep hard at night, and briefly hoped his roommate wouldn't want to stay up all night.

Lucca's suitcase hung at one hand, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and his backpack in his other hand. He didn't like that he had to carry everything, but he didn't want Samuel to worry about getting things here. It was just easier, and logical, except for the part about Lucca being able to manipulate the air. He raised himself up again, taking his bags with him. He flew hard and longer than usual, landing right outside the dining area at around eight thirty. He saw Dylan playing on his phone at the time, so left him to continue playing so Lucca could unpack.

He checked the bulletin board for announcements in time to see that there was a meeting in an hour. He nearly groaned but pushed the bad attitude away, moving forward towards where he had been told his room was when he had gotten the information for the year. Lucca walked, a smile on his face as he considered his trip. He had only lost control of the winds two or three times and had only dropped a few hundred feet, nothing bad at all for someone who was so used to flying short distances with little to no baggage.



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Lucca made it to his room, seeing that whoever was sharing a room had already made it in and gotten his stuff in as well. Lucca looked at the stuff but didn't dare rummage, considering it before tossing his own bags onto his bed, putting his backpack on the floor. He looked down at himself and frowned slightly, he was a little sweaty from the expression, figuring the sweat wouldn't be bad if it wasn't on his shirt. Lucca reaches into his bag, finding a new, clean shirt that he could wear without worrying about being sweaty. He changes, not bothering with the door since it was just his shirt. He tossed the dirty one on his bed, planning to put it in a dirty laundry area in the closet once he got back from the meeting. He studied himself by looking down, checking to make sure he also had his mother's necklace on. When she had gotten that purple heart, or more accurately, his dad had given him his mother's purple heart, Lucca had gotten a replica of the charm like part and put it on a chain to wear around his neck, it made him calm and reminded him of his mother often.

Lucca then looked at the clock that he had on his tiny flip phone. It was about to be nine. He nodded to himself, considered what he might be able to still get in, then decided not to risk it and started to leave. He saw Danny down the hall, leaning against the doorway of his room with a guitar on his back. He caught sight of some others and gave waves or smiles to everyone as he headed outside. He looked around, wondering briefly where people he knew were.

As he made his way to the dining hall, he caught sight of Phoebe, one of his favorite people. She was so sweet and was always looking to learn, something that he thought was cool even if he didn't seem like the type to think so. He jogged in that direction, catching sight of a girl named Abi and a girl named Luna. "Hello ladies," Lucca calls gently and in a friendly way that he that was just friendly but could come across as flirty as well.

"By the way Bee, I have a book back in my room for you, so Happy early Birthday, or Christmas. It's that new one by that favorite author of yours. I couldn't get it signed when he was in Sydney, but I did get it. You might already have it, but I still got it! It even has the stamp saying it was one of the ones they traveled with for the book signing tour," Lucca told Bee, excited about the present he had gotten her. He had sort of forgotten her birthday last year and had just barely gotten her something. This year, he was ready, and ready big time.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Lane Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart Character Portrait: Lucca D'Antonio Character Portrait: Luna Nyeong Character Portrait: Abilene Beasley
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β€œThirty four minutes isn’t soon enough if you ask me.” Phoebe replies to Luna with a smile. Phoebe loved mystery, she loved the unknown and the many possibilities it offered, yet even more she loved solving those mysteries. After all, every question has an answer, you just had to dig deep enough to find it. This mystery was one she could not consult her books about, instead she had to employ patience. Of course, that didn’t mean that Athena’s daughter couldn’t make a few educated guesses with her friends, β€œWell, we know it’s unlikely to be someone not related to the Gods in some form or other, so we can rule out most of the world’s population. Perhaps it’s a past demi-god the school has enlisted to inspire us for the coming year?” Phoebe suggests, verbalising her thoughts as they come to her. Phoebe can't help but laugh in amusement at her own suggestions. Despite ruling out a vast swath of possibilities, it really didn't help that much. The Gods got around, and their offspring were too many to count. β€œIt could even be a god, though which god would feel the need to visit is as good a question as who it is.”

β€œWell, it’s not Deme.” Abi contributes, using her pet name for her godly parent Demeter. Abilene takes a seat beside Luna, pulling her feet up so that she can sit cross legged on the bench. β€œI’d know if it was.” She adds confidently before pulling another twig from the cherry tree and amusing herself by growing fresh blows from the wood and altering the colours their colours.

β€œI guess we’ll have to wait-…” Phoebe pauses as she pulls her phone out and checks the time before finishing, β€œβ€¦-thirty one minutes before we know for sure.” As she's about to put her phone back away it gives a quiet beep and the notification that indicates a new message appears on her screen, β€œSorry, just a second." Phoebe apologises to Luna and Abi as she quickly opens the message and finds its sender to be Aiden Stuart.

Aiden's message may not give specifics, but Phoebe was immediately captivated by the promise of lost treasures related to her divine family. Knowing Aiden they were likely to be genuine artefacts, he would never be conned into buying something of questionable authenticity. Intrigued, Phoebe let her thumbs slide across her phone as she typed a quick reply,

    To Aiden Stuart: Surprised at the indiscretion of our uncles and aunts?? Never. Do I believe in the obliviousness of mortals? Perhaps. When can I see these items and hear about your travels? - Bee

Phoebe locks her phone and once again slides it into her jeans' pocket, glancing up at Abi as the older girl directs a question Phoebe's way. β€œIs that Collie or Morgan?" She asks, her eagerness to see her best friends evident in the sudden light in her eyes and hope in her voice.

"Sorry Lenny, that was Aiden." Phoebe answers, feeling bad as her friend's face falls slightly. "But I'm sure they'll be here somewhere or else they won't be far away."

Abilene nods her agreement, only slightly disheartened at being kept so long from her Collie-flower and sets her eyes to scanning the gathering crowd of students in the courtyard. However, instead of fair skin and red hair, her gaze alights on the tanned physique and brown locks of Lucca D'Antonio. As always the tall boy has a friendly smile on his face, and though it might not be directed at her, Abi couldn't help but return his smile. Cheerful people always made her happy, and she fully believed that smiles were infectious. β€œHello..." Abi pauses as she considers what type of plant Lucca is, tilting her head as she takes him in, β€œ...bamboo stalk? No, not bright enough. Lily? Maybe, maybe..." Abi's voice trials off as the possibilities run through her head, mumbling to herself and occasionally glancing at Lucca as she attempts to place him.

As Abi runs through her mental catalogue of flowers, trees, and scrubs, Phoebe turns her own glowing smile on Lucca. "Hey Lucca!" She says brightly, genuinely happy to see her friend again. She can count both Luna and Lucca among her close friends, and she's thrilled at once again being able to interact with them after the long absence. Her fondness for her friend only increases as she hears him describe the gift he got her. She opens her mouth to protest, since she hadn't expected anything, when Abi spoke,

β€œWhere's my present, Hollyhock?" Abilene giggles, knowing full well that she's not good enough friends with Lucca to warrant one, hence the giggling.

Laughing along with Abilene, Phoebe turns to the newly dubbed 'Hollyhock' and gives him a nudge with her shoulder, "You know, I don't expect you to get me anything, Lucca. Besides, my birthday isn't until August." She tells him with a smile, β€œThough if it's the author I think it is, I might just be tempted to borrow it off you."

Behind the group a loud whistle sounds, drawing Phoebe and Abi's attention as their heads turn towards the high pitched sound. Standing a few feet away is Colin MacCormack, his eyes on Abilene as he draws her attention. With an excited shriek Abi jumps to her feet and, only pausing long enough to wave at the other three members, leaves the group behind in order to greet her best friend.

Phoebe gives the girl a fond laugh before turning her attention back to Luna and Lucca, knowing that she probably won't see Abi again until much later. If her years of friendship with Demeter's daughter has taught Phoebe anything, it's that Abi will be attached at the hip to Colin for as long as possible. β€œSpeaking of birthdays," Phoebe remarks, shifting the conversation slightly as she addresses her two remaining friends, β€œI hope you both got my cards and the bag of sweets I sent. I picked things that wouldn't go off in the mail, especially if it was being sent all the way down to Australia."

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"Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again,
Reproductive glands
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"Man there's a star,
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20 million degrees,
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[left]I REMEMBER MY FIRST LOVE ──────────────────
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Bambi Elywn rises from her bed at seven o' clock in the morning, her dormitory soundless and egg-shell walls thick with silence, she tip-toes towards the corner of the room.

The corner of the room holds a miniature civilisation- however, the metropolis slumbers. Bambi takes a skeletal hand, glides it over the edge of the city with the weightlessness found only in those with the blood filled with souls of the damned.

"Hac die nocte et hora, obsecro sacra. Vivent omnia in loco vitam omni in hoc loco. Et ambulabunt loquere & eam, oculos habent sicut accipite. Da mihi virtutem accendere ejicio da & eaque beatitudinis. Unde ex hac nox & in hac die, et vivetis sacra"

Slowly, the residents awake from summer hibernation. The power grid, expertly crafted by a child of Hephaestus, whirrs to life, lights flicking on one at a time
- offices and skyscrapers and streetlights, illuminating the streets in a spectrum of neon insomnia. Miniature cars, each hand painted and insanely detailed begin to rev their engines, small explosions of smoke sputtering from exhaust pipes. The girl's mouth curls in a toothless smile, her laughter almost deranged.

"Missed you."

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She turns the corridors with precision, wedge shoes making a soft scuffing sound on the ground, the only other noise except from the faint music that could be heard from her broken headphones. She doesn't know exactly where she's headed before the ceremony starts, but she's avoiding the spider-web cracks on the floor with relative ease. Hop-scotching along the hallway, rock blares in her ears in your everyday oxymoron of the girl wearing bows and listening to people sing about death. One moment she's spinning, sailing, falling through the air like a brick, and the next she's jolting awake when the music stops abruptly.

"Hey!" A stocky built boy is lying on the floor, tangled in the cable. Green eyes (rare, 16% of the world population), olive skin (Mediterranean, Spanish), brown hair (34% of the population) ... Freshman. He flips her off with his eyes, brow furrowed as he flails around the floor.

"Sorry." She says, nonchalant. Apathetically, she tugs the cable from under him.

"You're that girl! The weird one! Someone told me about you." She narrows her eyes.

"In this current predicament, my... friend, you seem to be the weird one" She states, staring him down "[color]Although I suppose that is my reputation[/color]" She clicks her tongue on the back of her teeth and shakes her head lightly, eyes hardened and fingertips grazing the hem of her denim jacket.

"Your mom was a serial killer. That's so fucked. Probably why you're weird, right? I'm Brooks. Brooks
(npc) is my first name." She pointedly stares at him and mutters something inaudible. Fuck this guy.


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Mostly empty- except from a few of the more timely students, Levi lies backward on his chair, resting his head on the seat below. His mind is taking him through the endless expanses of earth- through impossibilities and through geothermal conditions unable to be survived by a mere human. He floats over cities, their glittering veins of light dazzling so high. He floats above the atmosphere, to the celestial playground of the stars and through the infinite universe...

"Briar..." He folds his arms under his head, "Sometimes I look at the night sky, and I know I want to be there... it sounds idiotic..."

He sighs, picking his phone from his pocket and running through his contacts.




To: Lunaaa

Missed you, sis! Can I see u after the ceremony??? Need 2 talk.

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To: Mandy

Ciao Bella ;), where are you??? Btw, I've got 'The Notebook' with me <3 Friday night plans?

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To: Cici (Cecilia)

Even the finest vineyards in Italy couldn't produce wine as good as yours :) missed you babe!!!

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To: Bee + Altair

Haven't seen you in ages! TTYL guys :) Meteor shower soon!!! Any plans?

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To: Valentine (Fiocco di Neve)

Fiocco di Neve :) You are okay??? The ceremony is starting soon. I made cookies if you want something unhealthy 2 go with breakfast!




Occasionally, Levi may forget a rule of English grammar, but he's certain that most people understand what he's trying to say. As such, it isn't really a problem for him. His understanding of texting is rather childish, and so the way he texts does reflect that in some respects, including the multiple consecutive uses of punctuation.

"Hey, Lois Lane!"

He sees a flash of a certain blonde, a laugh escapes his lips and he smiles from the corner of his mouth.

"Does that mean you are Spiderman?"

He cocks an eyebrow but subsequently bursts into lyrical laughter. Bambi walks over and sticks her head over his, alarmingly close, Levi's eyes dilate in horror. She's actually going to?. Instead, she brings a short finger to his nose and touches it lightly.

"Boop."

She then jumps over Levi, parkour style, and slots herself in a seat. Levi brought out the playful side in Bambi, and after that encounter- she definitely needed a boost. She acknowledges the FΓΆrstner girl with an head nod, not quite recognising the face but smiling rather absentmindedly.





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Character Portrait: Phoebe Lane Character Portrait: Isra Tennyson Character Portrait: Juliette M. Kingsley Character Portrait: Aiden W. Stuart Character Portrait: Arthos Thror Character Portrait: Dylan Ramirez Character Portrait: Hayden Cenix
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    A silent buzz at his side alerted Aiden of a new message just as another scheme had begun to form in his sleep-clouded mind. His eyes left his current target, a fidgety senior he had only met on occasion, only once he had fished out his phone and unlocked it with a well-practice swipe of his thumb. He was greeted by a response from Bee and her words momentarily chased away whatever plot he had started to weave and replaced them with a quick rundown of his class schedule while he tried to plan his day. He was a bit more awake than he had been when he had sent her the previous message and that could be seen in the improving grammar in the message he was typing back.


    To: Phoebe Lane
    lol i think how gullible mortals were made the job all the more easy. and i blame science ;) how about our next study session? let's meet a bit earlier so that we can actually get work done as well.


    He paused there, blinking at the screen, before hitting the send button and taking a sip out of his thermos. Something felt off and an inexplicable restlessness had settled into him. Call it a gut feeling, but he had the feeling that he would soon need to address his less than amiable feelings towards his godly parents and, frankly, that was the last thing he wanted to think about right now so he looked back up, scanning the large hall for any source of distraction.

    His eyes landed on the twelfth grader he had spotted earlier. Subject AHB-XI, his mind finally supplied, child of Athena and one he had not had much chance to observe yet. A quick glance back down at his phone indicated that he still had much time to spare and that was enough to spur him into action while the son of Athena was busy approaching another senior. It wasn't hard to guess what all the awkward shuffling betrayed. Poor lad picked a really bad time to make a move on his crush especially since Aiden was still dead set on proving 'Manda wrong. Or so Hecate's ever impetuous son would think.

    Seeing the short distance between his two targets, Aiden produced a wand out of his sleeve. It was shorter than most, but its size made it easier to conceal and explain without taking too much away from its energy channeling properties. True, it limited the amount of runes that could be carved into the wood, but for that was irrelevant for spells as simple as the ones Aiden was about to cast.

    With a slight twist of his wrist, Aiden tapped his thermos with his wand, making sure the piece of wood remained no higher than an inch or two above the dining table so that it would be less noticeable. "With negativity and impurity I condemn this water," he whispered under his breath while invoking the smell of rotten eggs and methane in his mind. Count on him to warp a cleansing spell into the complete opposite of what it had been meant to do. Then, Aiden slid the sealed container, liquid sloshing noisily within its confines, towards the upper right corner of an invisible pentagram he quickly traced with his wand before pointing in the direction of one Dylan Ramirez with the piece of wood. "Accept this tribute and wear it with pride. Like a second skin it will remain, detectable to all, but to oneself and until the next rainfall it will stay."

    At the last minute, however, Aiden changed his target on a whim, redirecting his wand and channeling his spell in the direction of the girl Dylan had been speaking to instead. Like many lesser spells, the one Aiden had cast did not disturb the air in its path nor did it leave any visible traces of it existence. Creatures more attuned to ambient energy would still be able to sense it, but not see it with the naked eye. Should his spell hit home, every pore of her epidermis would suddenly begin to emit a faint smell of rotten eggs. It wouldn't be enough to alert the whole dining hall, especially considering the little preparation he had dedicated to his makeshift ritual, but definitively noticeable to all within her close proximity. Except to herself of course.

    Just how strong was Dylan's crush and how would he react if the child of Apollo wasn't as perfect as he had imagined, Aiden was determined to find out and this would only be the first test out of many he had in store for him.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Lane Character Portrait: Lucca D'Antonio Character Portrait: Luna Nyeong Character Portrait: Abilene Beasley
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Lucca smiled as he heard Abi, just barely, barely making out what she was saying. "What about the Australian Christmas Tree? They have that very pretty orange color," Lucca offered as he turned to acknowledge what Bee had just said to him. Bee had been one of Lucca's friends since he found that she was so, well, Bee.

Abi and him were friends well enough, not close but not so distant that he didn't have that awkward catch up moment. "You, Sunflower, shall get your present as soon as I find the time to get you Australian Christmas Tree seeds, you really must see them, they're so fun," Lucca insisted, considering it was also one of the few plants he knew anything about. Lucca looked back at Bee with his smile just as large as always, listening to her gently.



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"Yes, but Bee, this way, I don't have to worry about forgetting this year! This is a makeup present from last year and your present for this year. Last year was just so horrible," Lucca stated as he took her hands and appeared to plead with her as he knelt, as if begging for forgiveness. He dropped her hands a moment later with a small laugh as he went ahead and flopped on the ground.

Lucca looked to the sound of a whistle by tilting his head and raising his chin, looking directly behind him without sitting up. He smiled as Abi got all excited, then looked back up to Phoebe. Lucca lit up at the mention of the cards. "Of course, I would've written back, but I couldn't get my hands on stamps. I wrote it and figured I'd just give it to you here, then forgot it of course. The sweets were wonderful, Samuel ate most of them, but I ate a lot and they were wonderful," Lucca stated at the thought of the sweets. It hadn't been Cherry Ripes or Crunchies, but it was still great!

Lucca stood, jumping up with a slight pop in his good mood. He was with people he loved and he cared about and would be for a few months, what could go wrong with life? That was excluding the people trying to kill him and his friends and loved ones because of who they were related to, but other than that, things were going well for them. "So, who's this special guest I heard someone talking about?" Lucca asked, his curiosity now causing his attention to turn elsewhere.