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inspired by from greek mythology and lore olympus on webtoon

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inspired by greek mythology and lore olympus on webtoons

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encounters
modern retellings of classical greek myths.

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persephone & hades
anastasia ivanov | by nations
jisun yeong | by korruption





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arachne & athena
yael pratibha yahalom | by korruption
bernadette dubois | by nations

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When Bernadette spoke, Yael was sharply reminded of their class difference, for a lack of a better term, with Bernadette's more serious tone and her own casual language. No, that wasn't true; their different speaking habits were more likely due to their personalities rather than their socioeconomic status, but then again, upbringing always influenced such things. No matter -- Yael was not ashamed of where she came from.

"What do you think?" Bernadette asked, gesturing towards the art.

"I think it's great. The individual qualities like the composition, the brushwork, or the colors aren't particularly exceptional, but the artist's talent is in his vision. You can tell that he has a lot of foresight, and that's what really puts it together." Many artists stood out for certain qualities in their artwork that pushed it to excellence. For example, one could look at Monet's pieces and immediately note his brushwork, or at Pollock and note his peculiar technique. All those artists had notable qualities that stood out; this anonymous one did not, but as Yael repeatedly mentioned to herself, the whole was greater than its parts.

Would Bernadette consider my judgment to be ridiculous? After all, her dad is Alexandre Dubois. Fuck, she's probably the brie to my American cheddar.

Yael was not an insecure person. But as much as it pained her to admit, Alexandre Dubois was probably better than her in all things art.

"What do you think?" Yael asked.

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Jisun took a fork and sectioned off a piece of the proffered pancake, popping it into her mouth. "Not bad," she commented off-handedly. Jisun assumed that Anastasia was the kind of girl who either exclusively cooked traditional dishes, or didn't cook at all. She was mildly surprised to learn that Anastasia fell into neither of the camps.

"We could go after breakfast," Jisun offered, finishing the banana pancake as she sipped her coffee. "And after your errand . . . I could show you around." I can't believe I'm doing this. "Dal needs his walk anyway." Dal barked sharply at the mention of his name.

"And hey, I'll tell you about the school too. To prepare you." Jisun also had a few questions to ask Anastasia -- what her major really was, who she was engaged to, etc., etc., etc.

"There's something you should know about first, and I'm not gonna tell you about it outside." Jisun did not want to risk bumping into the wrong people at the wrong moment, and be forced to interact with them and deal with their shit. "Avoid the Fates at all costs.

"The Fates are the triplets of someone who so happens to have a shit-ton of influence at the school. You think I'm a bitch? I'm practically Jesus Christ compared to those three. They're essentially your superficial, gossipy high school girls who don't know what life is like. The problem is that they have that attitude combined with an amount of power that they don't deserve. If they dislike you enough, they could get you expelled for any petty reason. That's why so many people suck up to them. I knew someone in freshman year who got expelled because he always confronted the Fates; his family's reputation was tarnished, which is something I'm sure you would like to avoid. As painful as it is to say, the Fates aren't stupid, and they know how to use their undeserved power, even if it's for insignificant reasons. Honestly, I would love to shut their fucking yapping, but the best thing to do for your future, but mostly for your fucking sanity, is to stay away from them."


Jisun was not typically one to bow down to another power against her will. But in all honesty, the Fates were more trouble then they were worth. Jisun refused to put herself through that migraine for absolutely nothing in return, and made sure to keep the Fates out of sight and out of mind. That included making Anastasia stay out of their way; if Jisun had to deal with the Fates through her roommate, she would slam her head against the wall.

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Bernadette listened to Yael’s take on the collection. It was short and to the point, thankfully. As the question was directed back at her, Bernadette regretted asking in the first place. While she enjoyed conversing about such topics, she felt a flash of pain behind her eyes.

Pourquoi aujourd'hui? she asked herself, stopping her hand from reaching up to her temple.

As she saw a young man in a suit pass with a tray of empty glasses, Bernadette motioned for him to come over.

"May I please get a glass of water?" Bernadette turned briefly to Yael, "For her- what would you like?"

She gave Yael some time to speak before thanking the young man and allowing him to go on his way.

Her attention returned to the paintings around her. Bernadette was interested in reading what the journals would be publishing about the collection in the upcoming days. Like Yael had mentioned, there was a string of commonality that connected the paintings despite a disjunction in the tecniques and compositions. It showed strategy, which provided for a harmonious flow between the clashing colors and varying techniques.

She was trying to figure out all of the elements the master painter had seen in the artist behind the collection.

"I wonder why the artist remained anonymous," she simply said after a moment of silence. There was much more to be said about the whole collection, of course, but Bernadette was sure it would all be said in the articles tomorrow. Why waste the words? "I do not expect the collection to be particularly controversial in terms of subject matter or message. I personally don't see what would warrant a need for anonymity."

Of course, there were many whose situation or art needed the autonomy for their own safety. However, the paintings did not have any

The server returned. Bernadette took out a painkiller from her bag and thanked the server, taking the glass and quickly passing the pill down. Hopefully, it would kick in well before she left so that she didn't have to drive in this state.

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Anastasia smiled when Jisun commented on the pancakes; she figured that was a lot coming from her. There had been very few opportunities for her to cook before, so Anastasia did not have a lot of experience cooking different things but she was excited to do it now that there was the chance. There was already a list she had written down of recipes to try, both sweet and savory, and last night she had added more than a few items to the already-long list.

She was taking a bite of the pancake when Jisun mentioned the Fates sisters. Anastasia froze, the fork stopping between the place and her mouth.

The Fates were the only reason that Anastasia had even been allowed to move here in the first place. Leo’s family was closely acquainted with theirs and the three had always been a threatening presence at the Academy. The very few times that she had been around the Fates, they were not particularly awful since they knew who she was and her connection to the Ainsworth’s, especially after the engagement, but Anastasia knew what they were capable of doing and had never dared to do anything that would test the waters. Even the Academy, who tolerated little from their students regardless of their familial background, had swept some incidents under the rug for them.

Obviously, Anastasia planned to interact with the triplets as little as possible. She only needed to stay out of their way for a year since they were incoming graduating seniors.

As Jisun finished speaking about them, Anastasia took the bite of pancake. Her throat now felt dry and she had to take a sip of the coffee in order to pass it down. Should she tell Jisun?

Anastasia wondered if the young woman would hate her or even completely avoid her if she did. However, it would be inevitable that she’d find out. As much as Anastasia hoped to not interact with the Fates, they knew that she was attending Olympus this semester and it would be best to give Jisun the heads up.

“I know the Fates, actually,” she said a moment after Jisun finished her explanation. “They attended my Academy and their family is close to my fiance's family, so I’m… unfortunately aware of their reputation, but I have no affection for them. I’ve had very little interaction with them over the years, thankfully.”

Anastasia poked at the small piece that was left of her pancake. “They were actually the reason I was able to attend Olympus. My mother wanted familiar faces nearby. I suppose in case I needed help, even though they are the last people that I would go to if I did have any issue.”

A small laugh left her lips and she looked down at her food. Imagine actually approaching the Fates to tell them about your personal issues.

Or in case she needed to check in on me, she couldn't help but think. Anastasia sighed.

“I was basically going to get married after the Academy but I wasn’t ready. I managed to convince my mother to let me study in the United States but it was Olympus or nothing and she wouldn’t budge,” Anastasia said, putting her fork down and looking back up at Jisun. She supposed it was better to explain it than have Jisun suppose things. “I… hope that me knowing them doesn’t make you hate me.”

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Jisun tapped her fork lightly on her plate as she absorbed what Anastasia had told her. "As long as you don't drag me into their bullshit -- which, considering what you said, doesn't sound like it's going to be a problem -- than it doesn't matter." Jisun was a bit miffed when Anastasia mentioned her acquaintance with the Fates, but the feeling was quickly dissolved when she learned that Anastasia didn't like them either. Imagine if they were friends. How horrifying.

Now that I think about it though, the fact that Anastasia already knows the Fates can be a good thing.
That meant that Anastasia was already personally familiar their reputation -- her negative opinion of them would hold more significance than it would if Anastasia never heard of them previously. Jisun wouldn't have to reign in a curious, ignorant roommate from interacting with those snakes.

On the other hand, there was the drawback of the Fates already knowing Anastasia, which provided an open channel for engagement between them, and consequently, Jisun as well. Jisun wasn't sure if the Fates would try to reach out to Anastasia (
hopefully not). She would just have to pray that they wouldn't, although she was already mentally preparing for the possibility of it.

Hmm, let's not think about that.

"Other than the Fates, Olympus isn't that bad," Jisun commented, before adding drily, "After all, I'm here." In all seriousness however, Olympus University was a prestigious school. A few mean girls still stuck in their "popular high school bitch" phase didn't detract from that.

Jisun put her dish in the wash, before nodding at Anastasia's wedding ring.
"Who's the fiance? It's arranged, right?" Jisun wasn't surprised that she was right in her assumption from the previous day; many old prestigious families were rather traditional. The Hostetlers considered arranging marriages for Niall and Percy, but decided that it wasn't completely necessary. As the adopted child and the youngest, the Hostetlers didn't include Jisun in nearly as much of their traditions as they did for Niall and Percy. After all, any of the old traditions would have less impact if Jisun was involved rather than her two brothers. Of course, the Hostetlers could pull Jisun into their family business at any moment (which she honestly didn't mind that much -- it seemed like something she could find the inclination for), but for now, Jisun could enjoy a level of freedom her brothers did not have.

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Finishing her drink, Anastasia stood up. She put on the pink kitchen gloves and quickly rinsed the plates and everything she had used to make the breakfast in order to put it in the dishwasher. She supposed it would be easier to just wash it all at once; Anastasia never had to worry about those things before but now it seemed like such a waste of water to rinse and not wash everything right away.

Jisun's question caught her off guard. Even though it was arranged, she had necessarily not thought about it that way since it was something that Anastasia had always expected to happen. She had just thought of it as... marriage. Of course, it had been different when it actually happened; she had been left with emotions she couldn't quite understand but that was a long time ago and Leo was a whole ocean away.

Which reminded Anastasia that she still had to call Leo. Now would be the right time but Anastasia wanted to get out into the city. The weather app had said it would be sunny and she looked forward to a beautiful day. Surely, he would understand.

Taking off the gloves, Anastasia turned to Jisun. "Leonard Ainsworth," she replied simply. The family was old British money so she didn't think Jisun was likely to know them, not when compared to other families.

"I'll be back," she said, walking to her room and quickly changing into a set of clothes that wasn't splattered with pancake batter.

Leo wasn't a bad person; he was caring and had always made her enjoy their time together. Still, he wasn't someone Anastasia actively thought about. Having seen Jisun in shorts, Anastasia decided to pick out her own set. The look was wildly different, clearly, and Anastasia wasn't used to wearing shorts for daily basis. Mostly skirts and dresses. Jisun's style was... nothing like Anastasia had seen before. She wondered what she would look like with a style like Jisun's. Certainly out of place if not outright silly she figured.

"Ready?" She asked, coming back out. The sun shone brightly through the windows and Anastasia was excited; it had been rainy since she had arrived. She was used to cold and rainy weather but had always loved the heat and the sun.

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Leonard Ainsworth? Well, that's definitely an upper class name. Who names their kid Leonard? Jisun did not recognize the name Ainsworth, but clearly the family was rich. Besides his somewhat stuffy name, Jisun highly doubted that Anastasia would have been married off to someone who wasn't of high prestige and wealth.

Jisun beckoned Dal to come while Anastasia went to her room.
"You're gonna get your walk today, Dal," she murmured. "I know that girl is a stranger -- I'm a bit unnerved too -- but let's play nice. Okay? High five."

Jisun offered her hand, palm up. Dal reached his left paw up and slapped it, barking sharply in approval.

"Ready?" Jisun heard Anastasia call out. She turned to look at the other girl. Now that I think about it, this is the first time I've seen her wear something that's not a dress. Anastasia seemed to fit into the princess archetype, for a lack of a better term, just as well as the Fates fit into their roles as rich bitches and spoiled brats.

Jisun quickly attached Dal's leash to his collar.
"Let's go."

As the three of them walked out -- Dal bounding a little more energetically than usual -- Jisun asked bluntly, "Are you majoring in lit or international relations?"

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Anastasia smiled as she saw Dal's energy go up and felt her own energy brighten, evaporating away any of the heaviness she felt on her weight after speaking with her mother or the mentioning of the Fates sisters. She wanted to pet him but felt like perhaps it wasn't the right time just yet.

The hallway was empty and Anastasia wondered who else lived in this building, whether they were young or old. Something told her that Jisun would do everything possible to be away from people her age but she would have to wait until she could meet a neighbor. Perhaps she'd get some treats and go greet them herself; she had seen it being done in American suburban movies but wasn't sure if it was actually a thing one did. Maybe she would ask Jisun-- so many things to ask Jisun.

Unfortunately, Jisun also seemed to have a lot of questions for her. She didn't really mind but these touched on subjects she preferred not to speak about. Anastasia figured Jisun heard the last of her conversation with her mother.

"International Studies," she replied, pressing the "down" elevator button. Should she elaborate? Best not. Jisun would probably give her another speech on how it's ridiculous for her to hide it from her mother. Plus, the conversation would only put her off.

Anastasia wanted the doors to open immediately, as if she could step into a new space and forget the conversation but it was taking its time. "But I mostly have electives this first semester," she added after a moment.

Finally, the steel doors opened and she stepped inside. Her perfume, although a soft floral scent, seemed to fill the space.

"What kind of treats does Dal like? I was hoping to get him some, if you didn't mind," Anastasia asked, leaning over slightly to push the button to the first floor. Her shoulder brushed against Jisun's and she quickly took a small step to the side, murmuring an apology.

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"For her- what would you like?"

"I'll have a glass of champagne, thanks." Yael jumped at a chance to drink when it came knocking.

Yael listened to what Bernadette had to say, thanking the server again when he returned and knocking back the champagne in one go. She quickly noticed the other woman taking a painkiller with her glass of water.


"Yeah, I get that," Yael responded. "If it were me, I definitely would be putting my name out there. But, I don't know, I guess some people like to separate their art life from everything else." Yael gestured to Bernadette's purse, in reference to the medication she took earlier. "You alright?"

Bernadette raised an eyebrow when she saw Yael take the drink in one go. She didn’t care whether Yael had zero or twenty drinks but it reminded her of beers served in red cups at college parties. The action seemed both fitting and out of place in an art exhibit.

The ones in the most expensive suits, very proper at the beginning of the night and ready to ramble on about the composition of the art, tended to have one drink too many and sometimes ended up buying a painting or doing something else that they would regret the next day. Much like what she saw go down at parties and, since the general population at Olympus had money, no one cheaped out on drinks.

The similarities in behavior between college parties and high-end events could be rather amusing.


“Yes,” she answered, putting her glass on the tray of a passing server, “I just need a smoke.”

She smokes? Yael was rather surprised -- Bernadette seemed like the kind of person who'd be a little uptight, the kind of person who wouldn't know how to let loose. Then again, the more she thought about it, Yael could definitely picture the other woman smoking. She's French, right? Europeans do smoke a lot.

"I feel like I should say something like, 'don't smoke, you could get lung cancer,'" Yael said wryly, "but hey, go ahead. We're here for a good time, not a long one."

Before Bernadette could respond, Yael felt the vibrating of her phone in her pocket. She glanced at the notification, pausing when she saw that it wasn't a drunken message from one of her friends. They closed the line I took to get here . . . and they closed the best alternate line I could've taken. Goddamnit.

Yael shoved her phone back in her pocket with a sigh, glancing back up at Bernadette. Suddenly, she was struck with an idea.

"The subway line I take to get back to campus just closed. Could I possibly hitch a ride with you?" Yael was not one to ask for help unless she really had to, so what she was doing had her just the slightest bit disgruntled. At least I'm saving money on that subway fare.

Yael’s comment definitely pulled a string at her heart, the kind to harden it up and unsettle her all at the same time. She knew the effects of smoking and was constantly confronted with the image of damaged lungs in her cigarette packets, of course, but her father had never smoked a day in his life and here they were. It was certainly not a life made for regrets.

However, the comment did nothing more to her facial expression than cause her to raise an eyebrow and lower her eyes to Yae’ls empty glass for a moment. She might have replied with something but Yael continued talking about a ride.

Normally, after a comment like that, Bernadette would have simply said no but it was dark outside and Bernadette wasn’t heartless.


”I suppose,” Bernadette said with a small nod. ”I don’t plan on being here much longer though.”

Yael grinned. She wasn't sure if Bernadette would have said yes -- the other woman didn't really seem like an overly generous person to her -- so Yael was glad that it worked out. "Brilliant! And that's all right, we can go whenever you'd like. I saw what I came for."

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“It’s best we leave now, then,” Bernadette said. “Although I would’ve enjoyed staying longer.”

With that, she turned and began to walk. The room had filled much more since they first began talking. However, people quickly moved out of the way when they saw Bernadette walking. Her expression wasn’t one to be considered cold but there was always a seriousness in the way she looked that made people step aside.

A few people said goodbye to her on the way out.

“Going so soon, Bernadette?” A man in his fifties asked. He was the manager of an independent art gallery who had known his father for a couple of years.

“I’m afraid so, Mr. Trent.”

”Say hello to your father, will you?” he said. “I have some wonderful pieces at the gallery, I can give a personal tour to the both of you. Give me a call.”

“We’ll be in touch,” Bernadette said with a smile and shook his hand firmly.

Thankfully, no one motioned for her in the main lobby. Outside, she motioned for the valet and gave the young woman her ticket who quickly walked to get the car. A large part of her regretted accepting and her headache wasn’t easing; perhaps it would be better off to offer an Uber after all.

It didn’t take much for her car to be driven to the drop-off area. The black matte R8 had been a gift from her parents when she came back home for university.

“Do you live on campus?” Bernadette asked as she tipped the valet and took her keys. She supposed that Yael was one of the students that lived in the dorms. Apartments in New York were not cheap to come by. Money, of course, wasn’t an issue Bernadette had ever been affected by but she knew the numbers; living in New York City was not affordable for most of its population.

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"International studies." Jisun raised an eyebrow suspisciously when Anastasia provided no elaboration. All right, so she's probably not going to talk about that. While Jisun was certainly a curious person, and was never one to let public perception or social niceties to prevent her from speaking her mind, she was also painfully familiar with invasive questions about her family. If Anastasia didn't want to talk about it, then Jisun wouldn't force her.

"What electives do you have?" Jisun asked absentmindedly. A lot of her own courses for the coming semester were required for her major, but she did make a point to sign up for a couple of electives. Besides her decent amount of classes required for criminology (her major, which she liked), Jisun also had two minors to cater to: psychology (which interested her) and business (which did not).

When Jisun graduated high school, she was sure of what path she wanted to take, even if it wasn't typical for someone of her standing. The brutal equality of death always fascinated her; although she had absolutely no interest in getting her hands dirty with it like a coroner would, Jisun was interested in occupations along the lines of being a forensic psychologist or a criminal profiler. Of course, life was not nearly as black and white as death was, but Jisun hoped to bring the fairness of death into criminal justice.

However, she was still the (adopted) daughter of powerful business moguls; if Niall and Percy were somehow taken out of action, Jisun knew she would be called upon to head the company. Thus, she applied for a business minor, even though it did not interest her in the slightest. When dealing with rich businessman, there was absolutely no sense of justice or equality; at the level the Hostetlers were at, business was more of using one's preexisting fortune to monopolize the weak. The Hostetlers somehow assumed that Jisun wouldn't mind it, since she was one of the weak who was fortunate enough to be handed the status of the wealthy. They assumed that Jisun was grateful to be given privilege, and that she would have no issue in pushing down those of her former station, having fought her way in a dog-eat-dog world. In reality, Jisun felt a bitter hatred for such an idea. In her brief moments of lofty idealism, she had considered taking up a high position in the company so she could act more just with her powers than those before her, but those ideas were always quickly extinguished; Jisun, no matter how wealthy, was always a slave to the system.

That seemed to be a quality both life and death shared.

Jisun was drawn out of her thoughts when the elevator doors opened.
Dear Lord -- there's nothing more uncomfortable than being in an enclosed space with someone.

"What kind of treats does Dal like? I was hoping to get him some, if you didn't mind." Jisun flinched instictively Anastasia's shoulder brushed her own, but she quickly relaxed. With Anastasia's floral perfume filling up the small space, Jisun felt surrounded by someone in an almost uncomfortably intimate way.

"Dal's pretty spoiled," Jisun began, reaching down to rub the Rottweiler's ears. Dal keened in response, wagging his tail eagerly. "There's not much he doesn't like. He really enjoys exotic meat jerky, though.

"As long as it doesn't kill him, Dal will probably appreciate whatever you give him."
Jisun paused, before adding gruffly, "thanks for taking care of him, by the way. I'm sure Dal will appreciate it." It was rare for someone to treat Dal with much affection -- besides his intimidatingly large stature, Dal was also quite aggressive to strangers, and remained aloof towards anyone he didn't know intimately. Even in the small elevator, he was purposefully turning away from Anastasia, giving her no attention whatsoever. But if the other girl continued treating Dal kindly, then Jisun was sure that he would open up to her . . . eventually.

"The campus is only a couple blocks down from here," Jisun explained as the two exited the building. Once the two of them turned the corner of the first block, Olympus University appeared, its old architecture easy to spot from anywhere within the general area. "If you somehow get lost walking to campus, I'll have good reason to be concerned. If you get lost inside the campus though, it'll be a bit more understandable." The campus grounds of Olympus were large and sprawling, befitting a prestigious univerisity. The buildings were of an older design, and had very little indication of what was what. From the outside, the library and the gym were indistinguishable to the unfamiliar eye. It wasn't uncommon for freshmen to get confused.

"They have maps in the front office," Jisun mentioned. "You'll probably need it."

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Yael followed Bernadette out of the art exhibit, musing over their completely different demeanors. Bernadette had a serious air about her -- people saw her and cleared the way like soldiers for their king. Yael, on the other hand, carried with her a relaxed, confident swagger (she didn't want to seem arrogant, but hey, it's not like she would lie). Yael was the kind of person who stood out due to her polarizing magneticism; Bernadette seemed to stand firmly on the other side of the spectrum in terms of mien.

Is this how commoners felt in the presence of nobility? Yael joked to herself as she watched another old white man approach Bernadette. As she watched the two of them converse, Yael felt a flame light from within her. One day, I'll have people walking up to me like they do to Bernadette, and I'll do it all by myself.

Yael, despite not being inclined to traditional intellectual pursuits, was notably a top student (after all, she managed to get a full-tuition scholarship to Olympus University). However, when she made her decision to major in art, near everyone in her social circles were shocked. Yael constantly had people harping to her about how they assumed she would pursue a more lucrative and stable path -- like law like her sister had, or science like her brother had -- so she could get out of her "lower-middle class situation." Her family, especially, were unhappy with her decision. Yael's father yelled at her for wasting her opportunity and intelligence to pursue something that would never work out for her.

Yael understood him; truly, she did. A career in law was practically a surefire way for her to rise in the socioeconomic ladder -- Yasmin was proof of that. But Yael was hard-headed when it came to her pride; the constant remarks sent her way only strengthened her resolve. She was confident that she was skilled enough to succeed, even if it was against the odds.


An internship wouldn't hurt, Yael thought to herself as she followed Bernadette out the art exhibit and waited for the other woman to finish interacting with the valet. Maybe that will give me the boost that Bernadette's birthright had given her.

Yael whistled when Bernadette's car came into view, taken out of her thoughts by the clearly expensive luxury car. "Damn, that's sleek," she said, admiring the modern design. "Whoo, good taste, Bernadette.

"And yeah, I live on campus,"
Yael responded as she slid into the passenger seat, still absorbed by the design of the car. "It's too fucking expensive in New York. I'm not going to voluntarily throw myself in even more debt." Yael was one of the few students at Olympus who could relate to the typical, middle-class college student struggle.

"Where do you live? Is your home close enough for you to live with your parents?" Yael asked curiously, continuing the conversation. While she was very aware of who Alexandre Dubois was, Yael wasn't really a fangirl, and didn't know much about his or his family's personal life.

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Character Portrait: Jisun Yeong
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Yael Yahalom

i challenge you.

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Bernadette Dubois

you are a weapon

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Anastasia Ivanov

even flowers wither

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Jisun Yeong

all are equal in death.

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Anastasia Ivanov

even flowers wither

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Bernadette Dubois

you are a weapon

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Yael Yahalom

i challenge you.

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Jisun Yeong

all are equal in death.

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Jisun Yeong

all are equal in death.

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Bernadette Dubois

you are a weapon

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Yael Yahalom

i challenge you.

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Anastasia Ivanov

even flowers wither


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